#locked up in the fuckin basement or some shit

[meowmeowriley]

Changes: A Poll-Fic

Ch. 3 Tell Price

Ch. 1

Prev.

Going in half cocked and desperate to get to Ghost had been one thing, but seeing things? His head wasn't on straight. He knew he needed to tell Price. He reached for his comms wearily, all the while under the watchful bloodshot eye of the centipede.

"Not great, Captain." Soap sighed. "Think I'm seeing things. Found a basement, a door with a fuck ton of locks, now I'm seeing symbols and shit when I blink." There was static for a minute more, before Price responded.

"I knew I shouldn't have let you go in there. Soap, I'm pulling the plug, get outta there, Son. You need some time off." Fuckin' shite. He debated for a moment ripping out his earpiece and charging forward, but he knew he'd been playing fast and loose lately. He's no good to Ghost if he loses his mind and gets himself killed. "Gaz, locate the basement Soap found and go in. Sounds like the kind of place they'd keep someone like Ghost." At least Gaz was going to go look for him. Small mercies. The others care about Ghost too. He had to remind himself, though deeply he felt they didn't care quite as much. Couldn't, even. The twinge in his heart wasn't jealousy, definitely not. It was probably the lack of sleep and stims he'd been taking, finally catching up to him. Gaz was capable. He'd rescue Ghost. They'd be reunited. It didn't matter that his wouldn't be the first face Ghost saw after rescue, because he'd be waiting on transport. The way Soap had, on occasion accidentally fallen asleep rested against Ghost's bicep, it was about time he returned the favor of a good pillow and a safe presence keeping a watchful eye.

Eye. The centipede. Yeah that probably should be mentioned. The man and bug had been engaged in a staring contest as it slowly skittered around him until it was passed the doorway. It was now motioning with it's eye over it's... shoulder? Soap was no entomologist. What he was, was a man who understood when a big ass bug with a big ass eyeball wanted him to follow it down an unlit corridor underground.

"Erm Cap? I'm seeing them too." The fuck?

"Say again?" Price barked. He was getting antsy.

"Yellow symbols when you blink?" He'd not mentioned the color. "Shit's all over the place. Like some kinda fucked up disappearing ink. All over the documents I've been looking at, the monitors and screens. The walls and floor. Thought I was losin' it, Sir."

"I'm worried both of you have been exposed to some sort of hallucinogenic gas." Laswell stated. Soap would've rolled his eyes had he not still been holding the bug's gaze.

"There's more, Laswell." Gaz informed them. "Glass canisters. They seem to be filled with whatever was used to write the symbols. It's only there for a moment after I blink, then it's gone. Can't tell if it's a liquid or a gel. Or a gas, even. Can't bloody see it." It was very rare to hear Gaz lose his temper, but the man absolutely sounded frustrated now.

"You both had better be wearing gloves." Soap looked down at his hands, thankful for his gloves. Worn and tattered a bit from use, but still holding on. "I doubt I have to say this but do not let that stuff touch you under any circumstances.

"Yes ma'am."

"Captain UAV inbound, once it gets there I'm going to take over overwatch, I want you to mask up and go in there. If it's a gas I don't want you compromised." She commanded.

"Rog."

"You're bringing as many of our boys back as you can, safely. Understand?" She said the word safely slowly and pointedly. Clearly indicating that she'd leave Ghost behind if either she or Price deemed it too dangerous. Soap's blood was near boiling.

"Affirm. ETA on that UAV?" Fuck you too, Captain. Soap was getting agitated again.

"Six minutes, John." She informed. The static picked up again, and when her voice finally breached it,  she sounded distorted and off. "Soap? Gaz? Masks on. Keep pushing." That was unexpected. So he wasn't getting benched.

Determination set his nerves, any shakes he'd had before were gone. He'd been given the order to keep moving, and he'd be damned if he'd make her repeat herself. "Copy that, Watcher. I'm movin in. Don't know how well comms will hold up, looks like we're going deeper."

No response from Price or Laswell, but he hadn't waited for it anyhow. He pushed in, noting that the concrete of the hall he'd been in ended at the doorway. The floor, walls, and ceiling of the new hall, Tunnel perhaps? was some sort of stone. In the dark, and using his NVG's to see, he had no way of identifying what type, but it had veins of something running through it, leading him to wonder if it was marble or quartz. Odd enough to raise his suspicions, whatever it was.

"We? Who's with you?" Gaz's voice was the only thing to break the silence other than Soap's own footsteps, and that of the centipede, who had fallen in behind him, still keeping it's distance. It seemed to have learned a lesson in personal space after he'd thrown it from his hand.

"There's a creepy ass centipede following me." He grumbled, and noticed the bug momentarily halt when he'd said that, before speeding up to fall in again. He shook away the thought that it understood and had its feelings hurt, telling himself that it must not have liked that he spoke.

"You have one too? With a hand for a head?" A fucking WHAT?!

"No? Mine's got an eye." He stopped walking and looked at the creature. "Bout as big around as a stick a' dynamite, and as long as two." A totally normal unit of measurement. "How big is yours?" The thought of a tiny baby sized hand atop the head of this thing was somehow more unsettling than the eye.

"As big around as my arm, and slightly longer I'd wager."

"Steamin' Jesus."

"Yeah, think I'd give my Gran a run for her money with the shriek I let out when it grabbed my wrist." At least Soap had managed to keep his mouth shut when his own had grabbed him. "It did stop me from entering a room with a tripwire door. Went the long way around and found the wires on the other side." Both men were silent for a beat, before Gaz began trying to contact Laswell and Price, but got no response. "Damn. Guess we're on our own for a bit." He lamented. Gaz's job was to swipe any paperwork he found, download any and all data from any computers, and, if it were safe enough, collect samples of the rumored bio weapon. Soap assumed that the yellow shit was the weapon. What else could it be?

As he continued on, the hall quickly became a downward spiraling slope. He felt off kilter, like any moment the ground underneath him would pitch further downward and he'd go tumbling. Faintly, the further down he went, he could hear... giggling? Every single hair on Soaps body stood on end. There was a man giggling below him, and he quietly crept forward.

Heh.... eheh... ahhahahah....

"Gaz, be advised there's some lunatic giggling like a schoolgirl down here."

"Oh fuck that."

Hmmm... hhmhmhmhmmhuh... aheh...

"Engaging." He whispered, raised his gun, and stalked as quietly as he could. Down.

Heh... huuuhhmmm...

Down.

Hmmheh...

Down.

Ahuheh...

The stone walls were distorting the sound, he couldn't tell how far or close the other man was, it was driving him mad.

And then he heard it. His name.

Hmmm... hhmhmhmhmmhuh... aheh...

Johnnyyyyyyy....

Hehe... aaahah....

It floated to him, the giggling uninterrupted.

Finally, finally, he must have reached the bottom, as he'd found another door.

It seemed weak, the wood would easily give, he decided. He wasted no time in planting his boot upon it and sending it crashing inwards.

Chains were attached to the ceiling, the walls, the floor. Wrapped around a man. He stood  with his head down and knees bent, but when Soap entered the room he drew himself to his full height. Blindfolded and muzzled, he spoke. One word. Voice rough, either from overuse or disuse, and muffled from the plastic of the muzzle covering his lower face,he sighed out in relief. "Johnny." It was Ghost.

#poll fic #choose your own adventure #ghoap #ghostsoap #soapghost #call of duty #fanfic #modern warfare #cod mw2 #tumblr polls #fanfic wip #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ao3 #horror #cyoa poll #cyoa fic

[grimalkinmessor]

Not to keep harping on it but Death Note has plenty of fridge horror to go along with the unintentional humor and romance.

Like,,,the ENTIRETY of Wammy's House is such a fucked up concept. An orphanage where they crank out genius kids into the world by...what? What are they doing with those kids? What do you mean one of them died in there? Wait—and the second one is a serial killer? And one joined the mafia? What—WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THOSE KIDS—

Not to mention the intricacies of L and Watari's relationship. He's seen as a butler/father figure until you find out that he's an inventor/war vet who took in an orphan with the express purpose of making him useful. No wonder Wammy's runs the way it does when the og, the man it is named after sees children as tools and means to an end. And, given that L has already made them so much money playing stocks that it doesn't even matter anymore (Mr. Builds A Skyscraper To House Five People), why is Quillish still with him? To keep an eye on him? To make sure L doesn't forget where he came from? Out of some sort of guilt for never teaching him how to take care of himself because those weren't the skills that Quillish thought it important to cultivate? Or maybe even to keep him dependent on Quillish to keep functioning properly.

And then there's the horror of L himself. Not even the implications of him, but the proof of who he is and what he can do. The thought of a man with so much money and power and influence that if he wanted to make you disappear, if he wanted to torture you or hold your loved ones hostage or kill you and everyone that's ever shaken your hand he could and no one would fucking bat an eye—that's fucking terrifying. (Where the fuck is Beyond—) And, not only does he have the power to do all that; no one would question it because he's part of Law™. His every action can be excused as being part of the Greater Good, despite the fact that L himself has admitted that everything he does is for his own benefit and/or entertainment.

Light, of course, is an obvious horror—but one of the most horrific things about him is glossed over. I'm not someone who personally believes in the Death Note's corruptive powers or aura or whatever, but that's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about the fact that, once you give up the Death Note, your memories of it are erased. All the people you've killed, all the things that you've seen, you've still seen and done all those things, you just don't remember it. There's a hole in your mind, and all that prickly, thorny mess that grew in you when you were a killer is still there, choking you—you just don't know why. Why are you so unfazed by death? Why don't you cry when your mother dies? Why are you so afraid of being something that looks like you? Will you ever be certain of anything again? Will you ever, truly, know yourself when you can't remember all the atrocities you've committed? Can you ever change and grow again if your roots are gone? Or are you stuck in stasis forever now, your mind stalling in one place in order to keep you from remembering the people you've killed?

#death note #fridge horror #people always talk about the unintentional romance or humor #but i dont think people talk about the unintentional horrors enough #quillish wammy #l lawliet #yagami light #light yagami #wammy kids #*rattles my cage* #THE IMPLICATIONS..!.;THE IMPLICATIONS OF IT ALL..!.!!! #you know for a horror show the horror is extremely well hidden #but then again i DO like scares you gotta think about for a minute #okay but srsly where is beyond #like realistically he was probably put in prison but also canonically im not SURE he was put in prison #bc really do you think quillish wants that on record? one of his experiment orphans committing murder? #or L even do you think L wants someone running around with his secrets and FACE?? #i would not be surprised if they just fuckin bodied him afterwards no pomp and circumstance just chucked him in the bog #or worse....he might be back at wammys #locked up in the fuckin basement or some shit #that place is SCARY bro

[joelsgreys]

lean on me

Post Outbreak! Joel Miller x Female Reader

series masterlist

summary: It's been three months since you and Joel left your baby daughter with Bill and Frank in Lincoln; you aren't coping well and Joel tries to help you get through it.

pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. BOSTON QZ ERA ((TW)) though it is not explicitly stated, it is implied reader is suffering from postpartum depression. mentions of being unable to breastfeed. angst, hurt, comfort, tiniest hint of fluff at the end.

word count: 3.7k

a/n: this was only meant to be a short drabble, but it ended up getting longer than i anticipated. sorry for more angst.

September, 2020

Joel had known things would get bad.

But he hadn’t expected for them to get this fucking bad.

He glanced across the table at Tess, quietly asking, “She eat today?”

Tess let out a small sigh, shaking her head. “Nope.” She picked up her chipped, ceramic mug and took a sip of crappy, two decades old dark roast coffee and stated, “She didn’t eat anything yesterday, either. Or the day before that or the one before that. I can barely get her to take a fucking sip of water these days.”

“Fuckin’ hell, Tess! We can’t just sit around watchin’ her starve herself,” he hissed at her, his hands curling into fists on the table. 

She shot him an irritated look. “You think I don’t know that already?”

“Tess—”

“What are we going to do, Joel? Pin her down and force feed her?”

Joel’s jaw clenched, his lips pressing together in a tight, thin line. He glanced over at you with a heavy, sinking feeling inside of his chest at the mere sight of your current state. 

You were sitting on the bed in the same pair of gray sweatpants you’d been wearing for the last couple of days, your knees pulled up to your chest as you stared blankly, vacantly, out of the window beside you at absolutely nothing. You were beginning to appear frail—the current tone of your skin was so dull, so washed out that anybody who took one glance at you would probably think that you had spent your entire life locked away in some basement, never having seen the fucking sunshine before. The pallor of your skin was only emphasized by the dark, bruise-like circles underneath your eyes, courtesy of the long and sleepless nights you’d been having, especially lately. 

You had fallen deep into a sadness, a darkness—one so deep that you had become nothing but a mere shadow of your former self. You were an empty shell of a human being and it was starting to scare the fucking shit out of Joel. 

“Maybe if we took her to see the baby?” Tess suggested, quietly. She took another sip of her coffee and then set her mug down. “Frank has been wondering why you two haven’t been over there to see her. Hell, even Bill is curious why I’ve been going over there alone.” After having done some digging around, Tess managed to find someone in the QZ who had helped her get her hands on homemade infant formula; it was worth gold and only ever went to officials of a higher ranking who could actually afford it. Somehow, she’d pulled a few strings and the next thing Joel knew, Tess was loading a pack full of cans to take over to Lincoln. She’d made a couple more trips since then, and each time, she had gone alone. “It’s been over three months, Joel. Maybe it’s finally time—maybe it would help her.”

“In her condition?” Joel shook his head, adamantly. “No. For one, she wouldn’t fuckin’ make it a mile down the road before collapsing—from exhaustion, from starvation, you name it. And even if she could make the trip somehow, the truth is, she’s not ready to see her.” He lowered his voice to keep you from overhearing him, although at this point, he was certain that you were too zoned out to even pay attention. Every word was probably going in through one ear and out the other. “I hate to say it, but she’s just not strong enough to see her yet, Tess.”

“And what about you, Texas? What’s your excuse?”

He glared at her. “You really think I can leave her here alone in a state like this while we go skippin’ off to Lincoln together?”

“Good point.” Tess paused and peered curiously at him. “You haven’t even told her what they named her, have you?”

“Don’t think that’s such a good idea right now, either.” Joel held back a heavy sigh as he looked down into his own mug of shitty coffee. A huge part of him wished that she hadn’t told him what Bill and Frank ended up naming the baby. Since then, his daughter’s name echoed in the back of his mind, over and over again, damn near constantly.

“Joel, if we don’t do something, she’s going to wind up—” Tess could see his jaw clench again and she stopped herself, choosing her words more carefully. “She’s walking on thin ice. She’s not eating, she’s not sleeping. She’s already been in lockup twice this week alone because she can’t even keep up with work detail anymore. I know this is hard for you to hear, but if something doesn’t change soon, things are only going to get worse from here—she’ll get worse. You’re the only one of the two of us who actually has a chance of getting through to her and you need to fucking do something.”

“Tess, I’ve tried—”

“Well fucking try harder, Joel. If you don’t, you’ll fucking lose her. You know that, right?”

“I know.” Joel rubbed his face tiredly with both of his hands. He knew it was nothing but the truth that she was speaking, but goddamn the truth fell onto his shoulders heavy, almost too heavy. It felt as though he were carrying the weight of the entire fucking planet. But she was right. If something wasn’t done, he was going to lose you. “Tess, you mind if I have a minute alone with her?”

She nodded and took one last gulp of coffee before standing up from the table. “Yeah. I have to go see Robert and a couple of his buffoons about something anyway.” As she walked past him towards the door, she stopped and tossed him a pointed look. “Maybe today is the day that you finally decide to give her that thing that you’ve been carrying around in your pocket,” she suggested. “We went through a lot of shit for it, Joel. It’s the reason we have been drinking crappier coffee than usual for the last two weeks.”

He nodded, watching her as she grabbed her jacket and left.

After a minute or two, Joel finally pushed himself away from the table and rose to his feet. He made his way over to you, and he wasn’t even the slightest bit surprised at how you didn’t turn to acknowledge him despite the sound of his heavy boots on the creaking hardwood floor. He said your name as he came closer to you, but you remained as still as a stone statue, your eyes still fixed outside of the window.

“Alright,” he said, standing next to you at the side of the bed, both of his hands placed firmly on his hips. “Enough is fuckin’ enough. I can’t and I won’t let you keep carryin’ on like this. Either you get up and get your ass over to that table and eat somethin’ or I’m going to pick you up off of this bed, take you over there, and feed you myself. And don’t think I won’t. I’ll tie you down to the chair if that’s what I’ve gotta do.”

Finally, you turned to look at him. You spoke, your voice sounding just as fragile as you looked. “I’m not hungry.”

Joel’s expression immediately softened.

Fuck. 

He couldn’t be tough on you, not in the state you were in—he thought being hard on you would be the way to get through to you, but he just didn’t have it in him to be stern with you, not when you were like this.

“Baby. Please.” He knelt down beside you, reaching for your hand. He winced at how frigid your hand felt in his palm, as if he were holding a block of ice. He brought his other hand up and placed it on top, doing his best to warm it up with both of his. “Look, I get it. I know that you miss her. I know that you’re hurtin’ over her. You might not think I get it, but I do.” He paused, feeling sick to his stomach upon noticing the lifelessness in your eyes. He almost wished that he could see you cry, because at least he would know for certain that you were still in there somewhere—but Joel hadn’t seen you shed a single tear since you’d broken down sobbing in his arms that night in Lincoln. “You just can’t keep goin’ on like this. You don’t eat, you’ve barely slept in weeks. You keep fallin’ behind with all your work assignments and you’ve landed yourself in lockup more times than I can fuckin’ count because of it.”

You simply shrugged, as if you couldn’t give two shits about any of it.

Joel managed to bite back his sigh of frustration. He knew that losing his temper would do nothing more than sink you further into the hole you were currently in. But he was angry. He was just so fucking angry about about everything. Here you were, just slipping right through his fucking fingers, slowly fading away right before his own two eyes and he didn’t know what to do to stop it from happening. He felt lost. He felt hopeless—useless. 

He squeezed your hand out of desperation. He would fucking plead if he had to. “I need you to fuckin’ snap out of it. Please,” he begged, as he continued holding your hand tightly, holding onto it as if he were holding onto dear life itself. “Please, for the love of fuckin’ god, I need you to just snap out of it. If not for yourself, fuckin’ do it for me—do it for her.”

“Snap out of it?” You repeated. “You want me to just snap out of it?”

“Baby, please just listen to me for one goddamn second—”

You snatched your hand out of both of his. “I can’t just fucking snap out of it, Joel!” You nearly shouted at him, speaking the loudest he’d heard you speak in several weeks. “Alright? I can’t snap out of it! My heart is shattered into pieces, don’t you fucking understand that?”

“‘Course I do. Givin’ her up was hard for me too,” he reminded you quietly, resisting the urge to match your tone. 

“And I don’t deny that,” You prefaced yourself. “I know it was hard on you too, Joel. But you’re not the one who came this close, this damn fucking close to aborting her.” You held up your index finger and your thumb close together. You’d started trembling as everything seemed to catch up to you all at once—sleep deprivation, malnourishment and of course, the emotions you had been bottling up inside of you for the last three months. “You’re not the one who carried her inside of your womb for almost nine months, who felt every one of her flutters and her kicks. You’re not the one who had to go through the excruciating pain of giving birth to her in this crumbling apartment, only to have to place her in someone else’s arms and leave her behind three days later. You’re not the one who had to deal with the aftermath, Joel. Do you know how much it fucking hurt not to be able to feed her? How much it fucking sucked to have to wait for your milk supply to dry up because you no longer had a baby to feed?”

For the first time in a long time, Joel was left speechless. 

He didn’t know what to say. Hell, there was nothing he could say.

Because you were absolutely fucking right.

None of what you’d just said to him was a lie. Of course he knew that giving the baby up had been a hundred times harder on you than it’d been on him—mentally, emotionally, and even physically. He thought back to the nights when he would see you sitting there with your own arms wrapped around your chest, knowing you were aching, knowing that although you said nothing about it, you were in unbearable pain from being unable to breastfeed. 

And what could he do about it?

Not a goddamn fucking thing.

Still, Joel had tried. He always made the attempt to comfort you, only to be shot down time and time again. He’d been so used to being the one who rejected any kind of support that, when the tables had been turned on him, he hadn’t known how to handle it. Joel could feel the guilt slowly creeping in as he wondered if perhaps he just hadn’t tried hard enough for you. He was your partner—it was his duty to take care of you, to look out for you, to protect you, and yet here he was, failing to do any of that. 

He could have done more. 

He should have done more.

Especially after all the friction he’d caused from the beginning of your pregnancy. From letting you go to those crooked motherfuckers for a procedure that could have cost you your life, down to the way he had treated you the night you’d brought up Sarah, it seemed as though all Joel had been doing was fucking up, time after time. 

Seeing the expression on Joel’s face, you immediately knew what he must have been thinking. Your eyes widened and you quickly uttered a nearly breathless apology. “Joel, I’m so fucking sorry—”

He stopped you, tightly shaking his head. “No, don’t be. It’s true, it’s all fuckin’ true.”

Finally, after three months of bone-dry eyes, a warm tear slipped out, falling down the side of your face. Your entire body shuddered as the flood gates opened and more followed in suit, each one falling faster, harder than the last. The next thing you knew, Joel had pulled himself up onto the mattress beside you, pulling you into his arms just as you had started sobbing. With one hand, he delicately cradled the back of your head as you cried and cried into his shoulder. The other rubbed a soothing circle into your back over and over again. 

And just like that night in Lincoln, Joel just held you, waiting patiently as you finally allowed yourself to release each and every single one of your emotions out into the open. He didn’t say a word to you, nor did he attempt to stop the tears—he just held you close, merely using his touch to silently let you know that he would wait as long as he had to until you were finished.

“Joel,” You sniffed his name, your hands clutching fistfuls of his shirt.

“I’m right here, baby,” he assured you, holding you even closer against him, as close as humanly possible. His heartbeat was right in your ear and you closed your eyes, listening to it and letting it calm you. “I told you I wasn’t gonna let you carry this pain alone, darlin’. You remember that?”

You nodded against his chest, whispering, “I remember.”

“Well then, you’ve gotta let me help you,” Joel said into your hair. “For three months, I’ve been tryin’ but you just keep pushin’ me away. It doesn’t work like that. I need you to lean on me. I need for you to let me back in and help you because the road you’re headin’ down right now is a dangerous one.” 

Opening your eyes, you pulled away from him slightly, just far enough to meet his worried gaze. You could see the absolute fucking hell that you had been putting him through and felt your heart clench painfully inside of your chest. “I know I can’t keep going on like this, Joel,” You admitted softly to him. “Believe me, I know that. I tried so hard to get a fucking grip. There have been so many days where I think to myself, today is the day that I’m going to get my shit together. But then I just think of her sweet and innocent little face and I just fall apart all over again.” You muffled another sob with the palm of your hand.

“Oh, baby.” He gave your body a gentle, but firm squeeze. If he could take your pain away, all of it, and carry it along with his own, he would do it in a fucking heartbeat. 

You swallowed harshly. “I know she is far better off where she is, Joel, I know that she is. I never want her falling into the hands of FEDRA. It kills me to think of her being here in this shitty fucking place, going to their shitty fucking school.” Your voice broke at the mere thought of it all. “We know what would happen, Joel. As soon as she comes of age and meets their requirement, they will put her through their recruiting program. After her training, they either deem her worthy of becoming a fucking ruthless officer or they will give her the shittiest civilian jobs making her work for scraps of nothing, the same way they do to us.”

Joel sighed, rubbing your back again. “I know, baby. I know. It’s why we did what we did. We did what we had to do to spare her from that shit.”

“But then there’s this selfish part of me that wants her back so badly, so fucking badly that it makes me fucking ache,” You confessed, guilt lacing your tone of voice. “I just want the hurt to stop. I want to be at peace with the decision that we made, but the way I miss her, it feels almost impossible. I feel like I’ll never be able to accept that this is the way things have to be.”

“You have to accept it—we have to accept it. We ain’t got a choice,” Joel spoke the truth to you as gently as he could, though he knew it wouldn’t make a difference.

“I know,” You whispered, your eyes glazing over with fresh tears.

He stared at you for a moment and then pressed his lips against your forehead. Deciding it was time to show you what he’d been keeping a secret from you, Joel reached into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out a small, crumpled up wad of brown tissue paper. With one of his arms still around you, he used both of his hands to unwrap the tissue paper only to reveal a delicate silver chain—a bit too old to be shiny, but still in good shape nonetheless. Joel picked it up and tossed the tissue off to the side. He held it up in front of you to give you a better look at it. 

A single white pearl hung from the chain. 

“Joel, where did you get this?” You gasped lightly, taking it from him with trembling fingers. You didn’t even want to know what the hell he must have had to do or trade for it. Sure, jewelry was one of the most useless items that anyone could possess in this world because it no longer had any monetary value, but if someone wanted something bad enough and another person had it, then advantage was going to be taken somewhere, somehow. 

“Don’t you worry ‘bout that, darlin’.”

You glanced up at him, an incredulous look in your eyes. “Joel.”

He almost chuckled, knowing you wouldn't let him off that easy. “I’d mentioned to Tess that I wanted to get you somethin’ special to carry around with you, somethin’ that would remind you of her. Tess said a pearl was the birthstone for June, and so I asked her to help me find one a few weeks ago. She found some guy and I cut a deal for it. But that’s all I’m tellin’ you.”

Joel took the necklace from you and beckoned for you to turn around for him. Moving your hair aside, he reached around you and clasped it at the back of your neck. “I’d rather only you wear it when you’re here in the apartment. Once you go outside, it stays hidden in your pocket so no one sees it, alright?”

You turned back around to face him. “I don’t even know what to say. I can’t believe you did this for me, Joel.” You reached for his hands and held them tightly in your own as you shot him a sincere, grateful look. “Thank you.”

He leaned forward, lightly brushing his mouth against yours. “Baby?”

“Yes?” You murmured against his lips.

Joel squeezed your hands, hesitating for a moment before he said, “I know I’ve only ever said it to you once—that night. Outside of Bill and Frank’s place. But I need you to know that I love you. The truth is, I’ve been lovin’ you for a long time now. Never had it in me to admit it, not even to myself.” His eyes met yours in such a tender way that you felt a part of your broken heart begin to heal itself. It was just a small part, and you knew that unless you had your daughter back, it would never mend itself completely. Still, it was enough to give you a sense of hope. It was just enough to remind you that you would be able to find the strength in you to survive this pain. If you had any reason to keep going, it was right there it front of you. It was Joel. “I love you. I’m gonna do everythin’ that I can to help you through this. All you’ve gotta do is lean on me, alright?”

“I love you, Joel.” Though you’d said it to him once before, it still felt a bit foreign to say out loud.

It felt right, though. And it felt right hearing him say it to you. 

Reaching up, you lightly clasped the pearl in your hand. You leaned into Joel’s chest and felt him wrap his arms around you. 

“Y’know,” Joel said, breaking the momentary silence that had fallen over you, “Tess said Frank’s been wondering why we haven’t been over to see her yet. I know it might still be a bit too soon for you, but—” He let his sentence trail.

Though he didn’t say it out loud, you could hear it in his voice.

He wanted to see the baby.

“I’m not ready for that just yet,” You admitted. “I want to see her more than anything, but look at me. I’m a fucking mess.” You paused, clutching onto the pearl a little tighter. “Maybe we can try in a few weeks? What do you think?”

Joel kissed the top of your head. “Soon as you’re ready, say the word and we’ll go.”

#joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller angst #joel miller hbo #joel miller pedro pascal #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x wife!reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller drabble #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #fic: tdtrt

[chaotic-mystery]

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader (one shot)

Summary: Joel forgets date night and has guys night instead, which makes you act out. Joel isn’t too happy and has to punish you in the best way he knows how.

Content Warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI! Mean!joel, swearing, arguing, brat tamer! If you squint, drinking, teasing Joel, a slight comment about cheating but would never, rough!joel, spanking,choking,spitting, manhandling, sir!kink, unprotected p in v, orgasm denial, pet names (little girl, little one, baby doll, Joel calls you a crazy bitch oNCE, etc) power dynamic, big girthy age gap (not specified but enough to where you call him old man) slight bullying of peepaw for forgetting stuff, rough sex. Let me know if I’m missing anything!

Word Count: 3K

This is 1000% based on this gif @worhols sent me 🖤 love u Becca

Even though your Saturday morning was filled with a shift at work, you couldn’t wait to get home to see your man and take all afternoon to get ready for your date at 7. Date night was far and in between now for you two, so some fun outside the house was what you were needing. Your key entered the lock on the front door and turned, pushing the door open to music echoing from the basement. 

The kitchen counter was covered in beer boxes and bottles of liquor, chips, and Joel’s case of poker. What the fuck?

“Joel, honey?” You called out and you could hear the thumping on the basement stairs from his boots getting louder as he got closer to the main floor. 

“Hey baby doll, what’s up? How was work?” The back of his hand wipes his forehead slowly, gathering all the sweat off of him. The look on your face was so telling that something was bothering you. 

“Work was fine, uh I’m wondering why there’s shit all over the counter like you’re going to have guys night in the basement?” You crossed your arms across your chest and met his eyes, his jaw slowing the gum chewing down as he thought carefully of what to say next. 

“Beeecause we’re playing poker tonight in the basement…” It came out more as like a question and then it became apparent to you he completely forgot about your date night. 

You pinch the bridge of your nose and close your eyes, “Joel…we were supposed to have a date tonight..did you not remember?”

For such a tan man, you didn’t think he could turn so pale with shock. His hands met his hips and he sighed, looking down at his boots. 

“Darlin’ listen I- I’m sorry I forgot we had plans. Tommy asked if we could do it here and it slipped my mind about date night tonight.” Those beautiful brown eyes found yours once more and made your body shiver with sadness and anger. “How did you forget when I’ve been reminding you all week? Jesus Christ, you don’t listen to me, old man.” You turned and started to take off your jacket, not wanting to say anymore than what you already have. 

“Watch your fuckin’ tone with me little girl. I already told you I was sorry, what more do you want me to do?”

“Nothing, Joel. I don’t want you to do anything except go down there and have a fun time with your friends and play your stupid fucking game. I should ask one of them to take me out because if you can’t remember a simple date, maybe they can show me a better time.” The smartass tone was dripping off your words and it only heated the situation more.

“What the hell did you just say?” His head cocked to the side to make sure he heard you correctly. The smirk on your face only made him more irritated and he was just about to ask you to repeat yourself when he was cut off by the doorbell ringing.

“Saved by the bell, go figure.” You muttered at him and went to open the door leaving Joel standing there in a mix of emotions. You’d never in a million years date his friends but you just wanted to get a rise from him. It was only fair he was in a shitty mood after putting you in one.

You greeted them all with small ‘hellos’ and smiles, Tommy engulfing you in a hug. 

“Are you playin’ poker with us tonight sweetheart?” He asks as he releases you from his arms, walking to Joel and hits his arm lightly. Joel is still clearly caught off guard from your snappy digs and doesn’t say anything to anyone. 

“Oh, no. No poker for me. Joel forgot to mention it to me, guess that age is starting to catch up to him, huh?” You joke, putting the clean dishes away that were still in the strainer. All the guys laugh and Tommy nudges Joel right in his side with a stupid grin on his face. 

“You just gonna take that from her? Man you’re soft now.” He says to Joel and laughs again. Joel looks up at you and burns imaginary holes into your back from staring so hard. “S’alright, she’s jus’ being a brat right now. Why don’t you guys grab the shit from the counter and we’ll start soon?” Joel asks and nods to the countertop in front of you as you stand against the cabinets and squint at him. They grab the stuff and start to head down, a few of them and Tommy hanging back to wait for Joel. 

He walks to you and grabs your wrist by your hip and squeezes it, whispering in your ear, “Knock it off. Now.” 

You snatch your wrist from him and he places a rough kiss on your cheek, barely pressing his lips to your skin. He was pissed off at you for even entertaining that stupid idea of you and his friends to him. 

“Yes, sir.” He clocked your sarcasm instantly and glared at you. Your eyes met his only for a moment as he turned around on his heel and headed to the basement. With a short moment he disappears down the stairs and you’re left sulking in your emotions. This wasn’t the first time he forgot date night, this was actually the fourth. If Joel thought he could start to get comfortable and not put in so much effort for taking you out anymore, boy did he have another thing coming. 

“Fuckin’ asshole.” you mumble to yourself and clean up the mess he left of grocery bags and receipts. 

After about an hour cleaning up the main floor and having to listen to Joel's laugh carry up the stairs and into your ears, you had enough. If he wanted to play, you could play too.

Going to your shared bedroom, you start going through his closet and grab one of his old white t-shirts he had made up for work years ago. Their logo on the back left more room in the front to see everything under it. Slipping on your shortest pajama shorts and hiking them up just under your ass, you giggled at yourself in the mirror and almost changed your mind when you noticed your dress hanging in your closet that you planned to wear tonight. With the sunset slowly turning blue for the night, that burning fire in you started to reignite. 

You make your way slowly down the steps with the laundry basket tucked into your side, clearly your excuse to even go down there. The men were circled around the table, music still blaring and the string lights glittering the ceiling. “No no no, so then I told her to stop usin’ her teeth, it-” You cleared your throat and Tommy shut up quickly, turning around to face you. Joel didn’t even bother to look up until they greeted you, much different than earlier now that you were half dressed. His eyes were zeroed on on your body, his nostrils flared and the cards being held in his hands slowly started to bend. 

“Don’t mind me, just here to do some laundry before I go to bed.” That was a bold face lie. Joel knew you weren’t going to sleep. He also knew you weren’t down here to do laundry, you hated doing laundry. 

“All good, girl. You’re no bother to us.” James said, the one who had been eyeing you since you tiptoed down here. 

You opened the dryer to empty it in the laundry basket, bending over more and more with each scoop inside to get clothes out. Joel coughed loudly when he noticed what you were doing and it made you jump, not expecting him to be so obnoxious with it. “You doin’ alright baby? Need another beer?” You ask a little too sweetly and he doesn’t blink once when you meet his gaze after standing up straight, a stupid smirk forming on your lips.

“Sure, f’you wanna get me one.” He grumbled. 

You wandered over to the small fridge in the corner with a piece of clothing tucked under your arm and grabbed a beer, walking over to him and cracking it open for him. He leaned to one side to really look at you, noticing that shitty grin plastered all over your face. 

“What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t do nice things for you, baby?” You rhetorically asked and folded the pair of panties you shoved under your arm just a second ago. Everyone's eyes fell onto what little fabric there was of the bejeweled thong that said ‘Angel’ on the front.

Joel was shooting daggers at you and you knew how much you were getting under his skin at this point. You took a seat on his lap and looked at his cards, not once looking at him. “All in” James says as he pushes his chips to the middle and his eyes wander up your chest. James was older than Joel and not that good looking. It wasn’t surprising he took a liking to you since he’s cheated on his wife three times now. The other guys were out and it was just between Joel and James. Ironic. 

“You’re bluffin’ you sorry bastard.” Joel chuckles and lays down his cards, straight flush. 

James groaned and tossed his cards in the middle and you looked to see a full house. You jump off Joel's lap and bounce up and down cheering for him, genuinely happy he won. What you forgot about was your boobs were also bouncing up and down. “Alright, that’s it. Guys, I’ll be back in a second. Start over without me and don’t you fuckin’ steal any chips from me.” He states and grabs the laundry basket off the ground, your arm in his other hand and drags you up the stairs. Fuck. Too far.

He marches up all the way to your room and tosses you facedown on the bed, panting from anger. “What the fuck was that, little one? Hm?” You don’t move as he rips off your shorts to expose the white panties covering your ass. 

“What? I was just having fun, Joel.” You snap back and brush your hair from your face to look at him. His jaw clenched together as he nodded once, rubbing the stubble on his chin. 

“Ya know baby, somethin’ just tells me that isn’t the complete truth.“You wanted male attention so bad you were whorin’ yourself around down there in front of anyone who’d look at you for 5 fuckin’ seconds.” His belt was beginning to come undone and you knew what was going to happen. “Joel..baby, please I’m sorry I-”

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth. Stay still. Since I’m such an old man and can’t remember jack shit, count for me baby. If you fuck up, I’ll start over.” He straddles the back of your thighs and moves your panties up out of the way, smacking your ass hard. 

“O-one.” A grunt leaves his mouth after you start counting. His big hand comes down again, smacking the same spot, already red. You gasp and squeeze your eyes shut, whimpering at the pain.

“Two-o.” Your voice shutters. 

Joel’s hand collides with your ass cheek once more. “You’ll learn one of these times not to be a smart ass to me, baby doll.”

“Fuck, Joel- three.” You can feel the welt starting to form. 

You can hear him laughing behind you as he anchors you to the bed more, the pain making your ears ring. Joel spanks you again, the roughest he’s done it yet. 

Your mouth drops in agony and tears start to fall down your face. 

“F-fou-r.” The silent sobs slowly start to leave your lips. 

His other hand comes by your face and ever so gently wipes the tears spilling from your pretty eyes and down your cheeks.

“Cryin’ won’t get you out of this baby girl. You wanted to act like a badass, take the punishment that follows. Got it?”

You couldn’t muster up anything other than, “Y-yes.” 

“Yes, what? Say it.” 

You swallowed harshly and took a deep breath before answering.

“Yes, sir.” 

The hot sensation on your ass cheek was spreading all over your body, the sting from his hand cracking your flesh again made you wince, begging for him to stop. 

“Ahh-five.” You seemed to have been losing your voice, only able to squeak out the number rattling in your brain. 

Instead of cracking you again, Joel rubs where he’s been spanking you and groans. 

“Have you learned your lesson you fuckin’ brat? Gonna be a good girl for me now?” He leans down and whispers in your ear.

You lay there still and unable to speak, a small nod was the only way you could answer. Joel reaches in front of your face and clears your vision of your hair and kisses your cheek roughly. “I dunno princess, think I might have to punish you some more.” His evil chuckle vibrated against your cheek as he kissed it again. 

Without a single word more, Joel laid over the top of you with your arms pinned against your back and you began to wiggle. 

“Take this fuckin’ cock baby. You want attention so bad, so stupid for cock, well here it is. Stay still.” He yanks down your panties and spits on his fingers before shoving his hand between your thighs as you squirm, his fingers starting at your soaking wet cunt all the way back to your asshole. 

The pre-cum leaking from the slightly swollen red tip was spread around the head before Joel rammed his cock so far inside your aching entrance. You mule out and he covers your mouth roughly, yanking you against his chest. 

“Shut the fuck up, they don’t need to know how good I fuck you. Shut that pretty mouth up before I put it to use.” He growls and starts to thrust inside you, ramming into your cervix in no time. The rough hold on your mouth makes your cries and moans so muffled but just audible enough for Joel to hear. 

“So damn wet for me princess, knew you like when I spank ya like that. Such a nasty little thing f’me. Think those assholes downstairs could fuck you like I do?” A rough kiss against your neck makes your eyes roll back and whine out, needing him to split you open from the inside. His calloused hand still covers your mouth and you shake your head in disagreement. 

“Use your big girl words baby.” Joel grunts and uncovers your mouth, grabbing your waist roughly and thrusts into you harder. 

You whimper and bite your lip and tilt your head back, looking deep into his dark brown eyes that were hungry for you. “No, sir. I don’t think they could ever fuck me the way you do. Your big fucking dick ramming into me and making me scream while you try to fit the whole thing inside me.” You could see your words were getting him somewhere, a small smirk tugging on the corner of his mouth. 

He digs his fingers into the skin on your hip more and pounds into you, his skin smacking against yours. Joel was a grunter and wow did it turn you on. His teeth clenched, he moans your name and cusses at the end of it, tossing his head back to keep himself together. 

“I would’ve taken you right on that damn poker table and made you suck my cock in front of them if you woulda kept it up baby. You wanna act like a whore in front of ‘em, I’ll treat you like one. Would you’ve wanted to suck my cock with them watchin’?” He asks, pinching your nipple under his work shirt that was stuck to your body. 

“I would’ve done whatever you wanted, sir. I promise, sir I will do anything for you.”

He growls and bites your earlobe teasingly before licking it and the shell of your ear.

“You’re a crazy little bitch for me aren’t ya?”

“I-I’m so close sir, fuck don’t stop.” You whine and he shoves your head down into the bed, groaning loudly. 

“No baby, bad girls don’t get to cum. You better not or I’ll spank you harder than before. D’you want me to spank you much harder than the last time, angel?” Your body was aching to cum, the mascara you applied hours ago now smeared and running down your cheeks. 

“No, sir.” The tears pricking your eyes as you could feel your orgasm just sitting in your stomach wanting to be released all over Joel’s cock. 

He groans louder and pushes your head down to keep still while he drives his cock balls deep in you, slowing up as he’s bracing himself for the end of his fun. 

Joel gives your ass a few more good smacks and you have to squeeze your legs shut to keep yourself from cumming. He wasn’t fair for making you hold it, he liked seeing you helpless. 

“Gonna fill this little pussy full so you don’t forget who you belong to, you got that?” His hand wraps around your throat as he engulfs you in his arms, fucking you sloppy until he’s panting like a dog in your ear. “Fuck baby doll-fuck- I’m gonna-a cum-ah-fuc-” Joel’s hot stream shoots inside you as he grunts loudly, grabbing a handful of your hair in the midst of fucking his load deep in your hole. 

Your pussy squelches and you can feel your clit just screaming to get some attention, some relief. Joel's breaths regulate once more and he lays there behind you kissing your shoulder and back softly. “Maybe next time you won’t be a brat huh?” He chuckles and gets up to go to the bathroom, wetting a washcloth for you. He cleans you up and your eyes get heavy, sleep creeping up on you. Joel kisses your forehead, whispering in your ear, “Get some rest baby. I’ll be back up soon. Maybe I’ll let you cum then.” 

#joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal #joel miller #joel miller x you #chaotic-mystery #the last of us #daddy joel #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #joel smut #joel tlou #joel x reader #joel miller pedro pascal #zaddy pedro #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal joel miller #mean!joel #brat tamer!joel #hbo tlou #hbo the last of us #joel miller fanfiction

[norman-fucking-reedus]

Not really a sexual request but… thoughts on Daryl coming home upset? Like genuinely hurting over something or anxious about something. Personally I think Daryl would have some level of anxiety that every now and then can get bad so maybe something happens with that? Idk I just love your writing and wanna see your take on sad Daryl🫶🏻

UGHH I’ve been CRAVING some sad Daryl for a while I have this idea of Daryl having a mental break where he isolates himself from everyone because he has no clue how to properly communicate his feelings so instead he decides to stay in his own space and silently drown to death alone in his own thoughts.

Normalize holding adult men like babies because obviously thats what they are

I feel like lately my writing has been kinda bad?? 🧍🏾‍♀️Maybe this is just too short idk but something is OFF.

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It had been two weeks since Daryl locked himself and your heart in the basement.

He needed some space, that much was obvious, but the worrying started the first week when Daryl didn’t touch the plates of food you or Carol would leave outside the door. He never left the room, never made a sound either. If it weren’t for the years of a living in an apocalypse, you would’ve thought he was dead.

Daryl felt dead, his bone weighing heavy with emotion and anger he just didn’t know how to get out. Years of bottling up everything now seeped through his grimy skin, mind running two miles a minute as his hands fisted his greasy matting hair.

He almost felt like a teenager again, rotting away feeling sorry for himself in bed while internal screaming at himself because lord knows he couldn’t do it vocally. He pushed everyone away, he needed to. Nobody needed to see him like this. Nobody needed to deal with him like this. Nobody needed to help him like this.

Daryl knew you and Carol left food outside his door, but he felt like he didn’t deserve to eat. Didn’t deserve to drink. He didn’t wanna open the door one day and see one of you standing there with a pitiful look on your face. He didn’t need pity.

He also didn’t need the jarring sound of pounding at said door. “Go ‘way” He mumbled, but instead the door creaked open, softly shutting. Maybe he should learn how to use a lock.

“Daryl” You voice was soft against his burning ears, however he felt a twinge of anger surge through him. “Get out. Don’t need anythin” He pushed himself up, sitting on the edge of the bed and only glancing over at where you stood with your arms tightly folded. “It’s been weeks”

He knows. “So? Gonna be another weeks too, now leave” You stood firmly in place, not budging.

Daryl screamed at himself for trying to throw you out, you of all people. Only his internal monologue didn’t match the one coming out his mouth. “Dammit woman I told ya ta leave!”

You stared at him silently, taking a few steps towards him and not faltering when he stood up, merely inches from your face. “Don’ need ya in here feelin’ fuckin’ sorry makin’ me feel worse”

“Well if it makes you feel any shitter I feel sorry for you inside and outside the door” You shrugged up at him, looking at him with a more causal expression than anything. “Why are you pushing me away Dixon?” Daryl bared his teeth at the question, angry at himself cause he didn’t know why. “Why’re ya in here?”

“That’s not answering my question” You scoffed, and Daryl turned to frustrated kick the night stand. “I don’ hafta answer tha’ stupid fuckin’ question! Why can’ ya jus’ leave me tha’ fuck alone?” He began pacing around the room, trying to put distance between the two of you continued to stubbornly close it. “Because I give a shit? You don’t get to suffer in here alone because think you deseve it”

You shoved Daryl’s chest, and surprisingly he shoved back, tears burning hot in his eyes. “Why not?!”

Your face softened and you grabbed Daryl’s hands, holding them tightly in yours. “Fucking stop!” He tried pulling himself out your grip, shaking his head as more traitorous tears spilled. Daryl grunted as you pulled his arms towards you, causing him to stumble which gave you the opening to finally capture him in a tight hug. “Get offa me” He mumbled even as his body desperately melted against yours. “It’s okay sweetheart” You whispered the words and walked backwards, lying on the bed when the back of your knees hit the mattress.

“Ya shouldn’t- Ya shouldn’t see me like this” Daryl buried his face in the crook of your neck, feeling an unfamiliar lump form in his throat. He no longer felt anger, but saddness. He was sad, so sad that he didn’t know what do to other then straying away. His chest hurt, and he felt so vulnerable in your arms that he just exploded, body shaking as sobs racked through him. “I’m here now babyboy, it’s okay” You, quite literally, tangled your fingers into his hair, soothingly scratching the scalp as Daryl’s tears ran down your skin and soaked your shirt.

It hurt so bad yet felt so good to finally, finally let it all out.

You moved to sit up against the wall, bringing Daryl along with you and positioning him to lay across against your shoulder, brushing hair out his red as he sniffled. You wiped his tears with your hand, staring down lovingly at him as you stroked his cheek. “Tell me what's hurting you” You whispered, listening to his soft whimpers and snotty sniffles. Daryl leaned his head against you, eyes flickering up to meet yours as he searched your face. He felt so grateful to have someone like you, caring about someone like him.

“Jus’ everythin” He whispered back.

You kissed his forehead, letting your lips linger there. “Anything in particular?”

Daryl shook his head, soaking up every ounce of attention you gave him. Each tear was wiped away by soft fingers, followed by a gentle kiss.

For the first time, Daryl felt like a little kid, huddled up sweetly in your arms as you ran your hands across his back, slowly rocking his frail frame.

He cried harder than he ever has, muffling sobs into to the fabric of your shirt. You only stroked his hair and told him that it was all okay.

And he believed you.

Daryl could physically feel the love radiating off you, seeping through his clothes and filing his weakened body.

It was so peaceful in the room beside from Daryl’s sniffing, he felt like you were the only people left on earth. As he glanced up at you through clumped lashes, he wished that you were.

“M’sorry” He mumbled.

You quirked a bow. “For what?”

“Fer pushin’ you”

“Away or earlier?” Daryl shook his head slightly.

“Both” He responded.

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Ugh. I guess I forgive you”

Daryl cracked a small smile, one of his fidgety hands reaching for yours. His fingers were cold compared to yours.

“I love you” You whispered, squeezing his hand in yours.

He searched your face, eyes glassy as they once again filled up with tears. “I- I love ya too”

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[gegewrites]

Jesse Pinkman- Mr.Whites daughter

Just smut, just smut. I’m in love with Jesse, I’d risk it all for Aaron Paul ngl.

This peice is part of a larger series called mr.whites daughter that I’m working on, gonna post when it’s close to completed

Your pov-

5pm-

I decided to take the afternoon shift at work because I was going to jesses tonight to watch a movie and eat takeout and mutually forget everything that's happened in the last two days, such as the bathtub incident, the man in the basement, the fact that he was no longer selling his house, oh and how he’s cooking meth with my dad. Jesse and I use to date in highschool, from sophomore to senior year, we split up when I went to college for pharmaceutical chemistry and so yess I stoped out my sophomore year and started working at a bar. Never told my parents.

I parked my car in the driveway, turned the engine off and I saw the door open. Jesse was standing there in his red long sleeve and his black jeans. he had a smile on his face as I closed the door, holding a 6 pack in one hand.

"Yo I think I have a boner." He laughed as I locked my car and walked over.

"For me or this?" I held the 6 pack up.

"Both I think." I laughed as I walked past him into the house. He closed the door behind us and i put the 6 pack on the coffee table. I felt his hands on my waist as I took my phone and wallet out of my pockets.

"Hi Jesse." I spin around and in grip and tossed the items in my hand onto the couch.

"Hi (y/n)." He mimicked me with a  smile. I stood on my toes a bit and caught his lips on mine. He leaned down as he returned it, his hands holding me closer to him. I snaked my arms over and around  his neck, and smiled into the kiss. We broke it off a few seconds later and he looked at me with blue eyes glazed over in a  look I've been craving since I last saw him. I couldn't help but steal another.

"I'm in love with you." I whispered.

"Same." He whispered back,"but!" He picked me up and I gasped as I wrapped my legs around his waist and laughed, I held onto his shoulders tightly,"you're here now yo, you ain't leavin for college or some shit so you can't leave me now."

"Last time I checked, you said it was better if I just left you so you didn't distract me." I raised my brow and he rolled his eyes.

"We work together now bitch." He laughed and gave me a kiss,"work place PDA now."

"Not for awhile."

"Ya okay, whatever you say yo." He started waking away from the couch.

"Jesse?"

"Let's get baked and roll one out first." He winked, as he walked down the shirt hall to the stairs.

"Fine." I sighed jokingly and hugged onto his as he walked up the stairs, I knew he wouldn't drop me, he was strong then he looked but it didn't stop the nervousness of it,"please don't me please don't drop me."

"I ain't dropping you till I get you to my bed."  His hand moved from my back to the back of my neck and his other sat under my ass holding me up. He placed a kiss on my shoulder as he turned down the hall to his room.

I kissed his neck as he walked into his room and instead of dropping me in the bed. He sat down and held me close as I straddled him thighs, my lips kissing his neck and his jaw, not nipping him just kissing, until His hand tangled into my hair, holding me closer to his neck. So I took it as the signal to just bite him and I did, right on his pulse point.

"About Fuckin time." He groaned, my teeth nibbled on his skin sucking it, creating that famous hickey he always had when we were dating. I licked it and blew on it and he sighed rolling his head back a bit more as I kissed it.

"Mine now bitch." I whispered into his ear as he placed a firm grasp on my ass. He pulled me away from him by my hair and made me look at him. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip slowly and he bit as he looked in my eyes. My clit  throbbed immediately and he smirked and came to kiss my neck, titling my head a bit to get the area he wanted. His kissed his trail to the area, from my collar bone, to my pulse, and down to where my shoulder Met my neck. I moaned as sucked and nibbled on the area, he used the hand on my ass to start making me grind on him slowly yet hard, I took over at action as his tongue licked my skin and his hands moved from their positions and sat on my waist.

"I've been dreaming of this for awhile." He kissed my jaw,"every night," he kissed the other side of my neck," Wakin up thinking you're right there next to me again."  He kissed right where my v line ended,"makin me feel like a Fuckin teenager."

"Let's be honest, you're still one." I giggled and she scoffed, giving me his famous side smile.

"I don't fuck like one." He shook his head.

"Mmm tell me more." I put on s porn star accent and he laughed as he pulled my shirt up and off. I didn't have a bra on, this shirt was a bit tight so it held them pretty well, and..

"You got them pierced."  He said in aww and I felt him grow harder under me.

"I got them done when I dropped out." His hands moved up my waste, over my ribs and he took them into his hands, admiring them.

"They're Fuckin gorgeous." He practically drooled and his didn't seem to notice the piercings I had in. I got them custom made, it was a J and a P decorated in red garnets.

"Glad you like them."I pushed my chest into his hands, his thumbs massages them and then  he let out a slight gasp.

"Oh my god, yo are those my initials?" He asked, his eyes darting from my boobs and to my eyes.

"Yes." I nodded.

"When the hell did you get those?"

"I got them a few months ago." I admitted.

"How often do you wear them?" His thumb brushed over them in a circle and i sharply exhaled from mh nose.

"A lot." He smirked, boring his rings in between his teeth.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good now."  He quickly rolled us over so I was on my back.  I let my arms drop over my head as his right hand massaged my boob and his to he licked the other one. His tongue flicking over it.

"Jesse." I moaned as he switched the other nipple, showing it equal attention.

"You're so fucking hot."  He growled as he kissed down my ribs, his fingers hooking into my belt loops as he looked up at me. I looked down at him, biting my lips and propping myself up on my elbows.

"What?" He unbuttoned and in zipped my jeans and shrugged,"Jesse?"

"I'm just thinkin." He grinned as he pulled my jeans down my legs leaving me in my black lace thong,"ah shit!"

He fell onto his ass and laughed.

"What the fuck Jess." I laughed.

"This just keeps on getting better and Fuckin better yo!" He got back onto his knees and pulled my legs over his shoulders from the back of my knees. I laughed and threaded my fingers through his hair as he kissed the inside of my thigh.

"I love you." I awed and felt him smile on my skin, planting kisses and he placed his final one right over my lace covered clit. I moaned as his index and middle finger hooked onto my thing and moved it out of way, wasting no time to dip his tongue to my clit and gave it a ohard lick,"fuuuck."

I pushed my hips into his face, and let out a whine.

"Fuckin A." His face left your thighs and his fingers hooked into hem of my thong and pulled it down my legs letting my legs fall but not for long as he quickly put them back and resumed his position,"you taste so good."

I couldn't help but moan as he sucked and licked my clit, altering between the two.

"Oh god Jesse." I grabbed onto his hair and he groaned,"oh shit."

One of Jesses hands that sat on my hip, slid on of my legs off of him, pushing my knee to my chest a bit, his index and middle finger circled around my drooling heat and then he slid the right in. My back arched off the bed and I moaned as i he started to work his fingers fast, already curled and hitting my gspot.

"Oh my goood!" I gasped in the Moan as he gave my clit a hard suck.

"So Fuckin good Baby." He praised, leaving my clit but he kept his fingers moving inside of me, he held onto my thigh as he pushed it closer into me as he came down to my lips and kissed me. His lips and tongue tasted like me and I loved it. I cupped just face his face with my hand and moaned as I felt a familiar hear start building.

"Ahh god Jess." I moaned as he kissed my jaw.

"You gonna cum for me?" He whispered into my ear and I nodded,"you are huh?"

"Yes Jesse fuck." I ground my hips into his hand and he picked up the pace s little, and added a deeper curl, hitting exactly where he needed to,"oh my god!"

He went back down to clit, sucking on it harshly. My hee dug into his back snd my hands balled up the comforter. Loud and erotic moans fell from my lips.

My orgasm hit me like a tsunami, literally. My back arched off the bed as moans and his name and swears spewed from my mouth as he continued fingering and eating me out. I could feel how wet the Inside of my thighs were, and could only imagine how wet his jaw and chin was.

He stopped slowly after, letting my leg drop from his shoulder as I heard him laugh.

"I've missed that." I opened my eyes a bit and saw him smilies at me with that cheeky grin, his red long sleeve was wet around the collar. He wiped his chin and jaw with his sleeve and he took of the peice of clothing off, exposing his nice ass body underneath it. I sat up and undid his belt as he pet my hair, I looked up at him meeting his blue eyes and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He pushed me down as he took his jeans and his boxers off, exposing his hard cock.

"I wanna ride you." I sat up,"please."

"Say less." He chuckled sitting down and I straddled him. His cock restung against my stomach as his Hands sat on my waist. I lifted myself up a bit using my grasp on his shoulder, with my free hand I lined him up. He moaned as I lowered down onto his tip and I rested my forehead on his shoulder.

"Fuckin hell." I moaned as he lowered me down another inch, giving me a few seconds to adjust. White boy was packing.

"Take me so well babe." He hissed as he lowered me down a lot more this time,"so good."

"Forgot how good you felt." I whispered and kissed below his ear as he dropped me all the way down, sheathing him completely. I let out a moaned gasp as he stretched me to fit him.

"Good girl." He rubbed my back,"such a good girl."

He started moving em slowly, I sat up, pushing myself into him as my head rolled back. His cock was hitting everything, I could feel his veins against my velvet walls.

"Damnit." I groaned as he held onto my hips tighter and moved me a bit faster, adding in a hard thrust down,"Jess!"

"Come on, take it, you know you can." He placed a broad lick up the center of my neck and he bounced me harder, pulling me up so only his tip was in me and then all the way down to his balls,"just like that baby."

"Holy fuck." I whimpered out as I took a hit more control, adding a fast speed and a light grind which case him to let out a eye rolling moan.

"Goddamn bitch." He thrusted up into me, causing me to almost see stars,"like that bitch?" He obviously saw how my body reacted to that and loved it cause he did it again,"you do huh?"

"Ye-es!" I moaned he dropped me down in his cock harder a few more times before flipping us over so he was on top.

"Then I'm gonna Fuckin give it to ya." He set the pace, a nice even thrust that ended hard and made my boobs bounce and made me grab onto the comforter and his arm that was propped over my head. My legs were wrapped out his waist. The angle that was was thrusting into me was pure bliss. He was hitting every good spot imaginable.

With the orgasm he gifted me with previously I wasn't gonna last very long, he could tell, my hands we gripping onto him for dear life, I moaning loudly, my back was arched off the bed. He was also getting closer, his hand on my thigh was gripping me tighter, he was moaning and groaning louder and more eroticly.

"Gonna make this-this  pussy mine again." He groaned,  my nails raked up his back in response.

"Please." I whispered,"Aah fuck! Fu-uck!"

"Cum for me, show me who's you are bitch." He growled into my ear and I did just that.

I held onto him and he dropped to his elbow to hold me closer to him, his hand moved from my thigh and under my back, holding my stomach to him. My eyes were clamped shut, as wave after wage of pure ecstasy shot through me.

He fucked me through my orgasm before cumming deep inside of me, thrusting slow as he did.

"God fuuuck." He groaned, his forehead was resting my chest in between my boobs. My fingers traced up his back and neck and into his hair, carding through it.

"That was amazing." I sighed with a giggle and he chuckled and looked up at me.

"Hell ya it was." He stood up and held onto my thighs as he slowly pulled out of me and collapsed onto the bed next to me.

I looked up at the ceiling and felt his eyes on me so I looked over and saw him smiling at me once again.

"You smile a lot when you're around me." I pointed out.

"Can't help it." He sat up and ran his hand through his hair,"imma go get somethin to clean you up."

"Mm, don’t be long.” I hummed and he walked back to me and placed a kiss on my lips and walked away without saying anything.

The night ended by us sitting in the living room and watching MTV while eating takeout pizza and a 6 pack of old style as he also told me everything my father and him have done so far, like getting the RV, killing two men, my dad smoking pot in his dinning room, the meth lab in his basement, he told me all of it….and I wanted in.

#gegewrites #jesse pinkman #breaking bad #aaron paul #jesse pinkman x reader #Jesse pinkman smut #Walter white #mike ehrmantraut #breaking bad smut #better call Saul #el camino

[josibunn]

Would love to see you expand on your ideas of euronymous and hellhammer being a lil gay for eachother (cuz the way their eyes are LOCKED in that one gif oml)

THANK U SM ANONNN I THINK ABOUT THEM SO OFTENN

what a fine mf he is bruh GODDAMN

They’re definitely like..the best friends who do gay shit normally. mostly hellhammer, I feel like øystein would feel iffy about it (spoiler alert someone’s a little bi-curious), like getting on jan axel (hellhammer) when he kisses his cheek playfully, or smacking/grabbing øysteins ass during practice or just anywhere. calling euro baby and gets a glare back, he only hates it so bad bc he’s fucking blushing lmao.

this has me really thinking like they’ve definitely had a late practice for some reason, maybe just discussing sets and gigs or going over a tough practice with one another, and yknow they have a few beers and they’re sitting in the den on the couch together, paperwork sprawled against both laps.

few beers in, jan is leaning back, tracing shapes on euros back as he tries to concentrate on the work, eyes feeling heavy the more the alc sets in. “maybe we can move this gig to…september? but i just know vargs gonna be so annoying bout it..” euronymous says, jumping when he feels him scoot closer, hand still rubbing his back.

“dude, fuck varg. he’s fuckin annoying about everything,” jan shrugs, looking over øysteins shoulder as he writes. “yeah but he funds this shit, so,” øystein mumbled, and he shivers, feeling eyes on him from his peripheral vision. he gulps hard as he continues writing, looking to the side when he feels lips on his neck.

it wasn’t really anything out of the ordinary since he did it a lot, but it still flustered him considering… “when’re you gonna stop being so fuckin gay? yer’ scaring the hoes,” he mumbled as the kisses trail up to his cheek, they’re slow and soft as he holds euros hip now.

“mm,” is all he says before turning øysteins head and capturing him in a kiss, holding his cheek as øysteins breath hitches and his brows furrow, his hand going to push jan’s arm away but only grabbing it, a reason he couldn’t quite grasp yet. his breath heavy, heart pounding as he kissed back, the hand on his arm balling up jan’s long sleeve.

“jan.” he whimpers, he warns, feeling jan’s hand trail up his clothed thigh, the papers long discarded onto the floor. “I know, n’know,” he whispers back in a nod, pushing euronymous deeper into the kiss, leaning him back onto the couch.

and even before this there’s like glances yknow. it’s euronymous’ shop, yah he’s gonna walk around shirtless, shit—he’s gonna walk around in underwear if he wants to. and ooh, those fuckin crop tops? started wearing them as a joke but god he knows his body looks good in it he started making more, and guess who can’t stop looking during practice?

and it’s even worse on øysteins end. like, he’s so in denial about it all. everyone looks at their friends muscles when they carry the drums for em. and of course, everyone fantasizes about running their hands through their bros hair, just dude stuff, he’d tell himself. everyone’s a little gay, like, who wouldn’t appreciate a good six pack? in private. of course.

of course! we all think about yknow, our buddy, PAL, plowing them against the wall of your basement with your hair wrapped around their fist. it happens to the best of us øystein don’t worry. we all think about gagging on your buddychumpalfriends cock as they fuck your throat in so bad it leaves you dizzy.

taglist now down here!!

tl: @vanlisbon @sugarinte @monkeyfart @444rockstargf @bambi-horror @auggiethecreator @wonkinoo

sorry to all waiting requests, I saw this one and couldn’t resist. don’t think i’ve forgotten about you!! 🫶🏽🫶🏽

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #euronymous smut #lords of chaos #euronymous #lords of chaos smut #jan axel #just the right amount of hellhammer #hellhammer #hellhammer lords of chaos #mlm smut #eurory prompt

[peninkwrites]

Before: Tubbo's First Friend

Tubbo heard there was a child in his basement, how exciting!

[CW: hostage situations, child endangerment, implied neglect]

The Mafia AU

crossposted to ao3

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This wasn’t the first time his father had brought home a hostage, but it was the first time it was someone around Tubbo’s age.  Tubbo had snuck down the hall, looking over the railing curiously as a small figure––bigger than him, but still small––was all but carried inside and back through the house to the cellar, head covered by a hood, and arms pinned back.  It wasn’t just any kid, as Tubbo had heard through his occasional eavesdropping, it was the Police Captain’s kid.  Tubbo, not out of any personal experience, rather word of mouth, had heard that the Police Captain was an “annoying bitch” who “didn’t know how to stay out of the way.”  Somehow, taking her kid was meant to fix that.  Tubbo was nine years old, and he thought he grasped the family business relatively well, but he thought taking away her kid would probably be an annoyance at best.  He knows if he disappeared, when his father eventually noticed, he’d probably be pissed off, but that wouldn’t stop him from acting as he did, but his father was good at his business, apparently, so maybe it did something.

Tubbo lurked for the first few days of their new guest in the basement.  This one was a hostage, so, thus far no gunshots or screaming, just a rather eerie quiet from downstairs.  Tubbo only asked about the kid once and had gotten very lucky, all things considered.  Not a question directly towards his father––god forbid––but he happened to be in the kitchen when one of the lackeys came in to go downstairs and feed their captive.  Tubbo had, when it came down to it, despite having lurked in the kitchen deliberately, panicked and instead of asking anything that might have made sense, he’d asked the man, “do they seem nice?”

The man seemed startled by Tubbo being there at all, let alone speaking, so instead of a more expected scolding, the guy just went, “what?”

“The Captain’s kid.  Are they nice?  How old are they?  Are they my age?  I’m nine, by the way.”

Silence, Tubbo shifting nervously, and the man staring at him like he was a particularly yippy dog.  “Uh.  Quiet.  The kid is fuckin’ quiet.  Obviously,” the man says dryly.  He glances back to the cellar door, which he had been about to unlock behind him, before he reconsiders.  “D’you wanna..?” He nods from the kitchen to the cellar.

“Can I?” Tubbo asks eagerly.

The man still looks quite uncomfortable.  He doesn’t seem to know that the Boss’s kid doesn’t get any respect, and if he wanted he could just tell him to fuck off, and isn’t sure if he’s supposed to treat Tubbo like a dangerous little mob prince or not.  “I dunno, I don’t see why not…”  He says sheepishly.  “Just, get some shit together, whatever kids eat, I dunno, guess you’d know, huh?  And I’ll be up here to lock up after.  Don’t– Don’t stay down there too long, though, okay?” He said warningly.

Tubbo was already flitting around the kitchen like an excitable, jittery moth.  He pauses only once, looking briefly worried.  “Are they allergic to peanut butter?”

“Do you think I fuckin’ asked?”

Tubbo considers this gravely.  He thinks he read somewhere that peanut allergies were alarmingly common and quite fatal.  “I’ll assume yes just to be safe,” he nods astutely, like this man is at all invested.

“Yeah… yeah, you do that…” the man sighs, leaning against the cabinets.

Tubbo has a wooden tray, because he might as well do his best on the presentation, he has a feeling he’ll only be able to do this once, and he places a glass of water beside a juice box––one for hydration, one for leisure––and he’s arranged a pile of goldfish and chicken nuggets on the plate with the utmost care.  He is careful with his last additions, debating between condiments, before deciding to bring along ketchup, as that’s what he tended to use, before, with an unusual joy in actually being able to share with someone, he added a coveted pudding cup to the tray.  The man had watched this display in wry amusement.

“What, you’re not gonna put a flower on it for your girlfriend?” He said dryly.

Rather than embarrassed, Tubbo took this critique thoughtfully.  “Should I?”

The man sighed, his wit apparently unappreciated, and unlocked the cellar.  “Again, it’s not a fucking playdate, so don’t take too long.”

“You got it, sir!” Tubbo said brightly, descending into the darkened cellar with only mild apprehension.

A single bare bulb lit the room, it was otherwise sparsely furnished.  A mattress on the floor with a blanket on top of it, but otherwise, Tubbo noted, there wasn’t much to do down here.  He wishes he’d thought to bring down a puzzle or something, but it’s too late for that now.

“Hey, you’re not the usual guy!” The Captain’s kid is quite chipper for a hostage, sitting on the edge of the mattress, chin resting on their palm.

“N-No!  No, I’m not,” Tubbo hoped his excitement wasn’t too obvious.  He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen another kid, let alone spoken with them.  “Hello!  It’s– it is nice to meet you, I am Tubbo Underscore, but you can just call me Tubbo, obviously, and I– I’ve brought you food!” He holds out the tray.  “And– And water.  Um.  Obviously…”

“Cool, concierge, could you, like, bring it here?  I think you’re just outta my range,” the kid waved, and Tubbo recognized the chain around their wrist, it at least padded with some cloth between the metal and their skin.

Tubbo nodded sharply, quick to come closer.  The kid was much tanner than he was, which made sense, considering their entombment had only been a matter of days now, and Tubbo did not go outside much, and they were also clearly older than Tubbo.  “What’s– What’s a concierge?” Tubbo asked with something like awe.

The Captain’s kid considered this thoughtfully.  “Um.  I don’t actually know!  Like, a waiter or something?  I dunno.”  A shrug.  “Dude!  You got me chicken nuggets?!  This is way better than the crap they’ve been feeding me so far!”

“Yeah!  I’m nine years old––ten in December!––how old are you?” Tubbo wanted to sit next to them, but he held back, sitting on the ground across from them instead, all warning of not taking too long having left his mind.

“Whoa!  What is this, 20 questions?  I can’t be giving info to the enemy,” they said, cracking open the juice box.  “I am… older than you, though,” they seemed to think that was important to clarify.  “By a few years, alright?”

“Right, right, and what’s your name?” Tubbo asked eagerly.

“Now that is an interesting question, Tubbo Underscore,” they say his name a tad mockingly, but Tubbo doesn’t notice.  “Because, see, I’ve been down here forever now, and it’s given me a lot of time to think.”

“It has?”

“Yeah!  It has!  About, y’know, life and stuff, and you know what, Tubbo Underscore?  I’ve figured some stuff out.  I think I might be a dude.”

“Ye–Yeah?” Tubbo asks, puzzled.

“Yep!  A total dude.  Big ol’ mano-a-mano, manly man, right here!” The kid flexes, arms not all that impressive.  “Well, okay, not yet, but I’ll get there, anyway, I think I’m all dude-ified now.”

“Cool.  I– I didn’t know you could do that, to be honest,” Tubbo says, intrigued.

“So, the ‘nouns I got all sorted out, the basic kit will do, the he’s and the him’s, and the his’s, all that good stuff,” he pauses for a mouthful of goldfish, “still a bit caught up on the– the nomenclature–”

“What’s gnome-men-clay-sure?”

The Captain’s kid considers this thoughtfully.  “I am not sure, actually.  Something to do with names, that’s the point, basically, dunno what name to go with––Actually!” He cuts himself off, distracted, it makes Tubbo jump.  “Other issue, side-issue to the name thing, my one issue, my one hangup on gettin’ dude-ified, is,” he shakes out his hair, long and dark.  “Long hair!  Long hair is rad!  So, there’s a debate goin’ on up here,” he knocks on the side of his skull.  “About how I’m gonna be dude-ified if I like my longer hair,” he rubs his hands together, leaning forward conspiratorially, Tubbo leaning in to listen.  “I’m pretty sure… I’m pretty sure guys can have long hair,” he nods, as if revealing some great wisdom.

“Yeah, yeah probably, I mean, if you don’t cut it, it gets long,” Tubbo tries to contribute, thinking only of literal biological matters and not the social matters the Captain’s kid seems caught up with.

“Exactly!” The kid laughs again.  “And like, that’s cool now, isn’t it?  That’s what all the hippies are doing, right?”

Finally, a topic Tubbo has something to say on, he adds excitedly: “My dad says hippies are useless bums with no self respect!  So, yeah!  They’re probably cool.”

“Sweet,” the kid nods.  “Very cool.”  He eats another mouthful of crackers.  “‘fish?” He offers the plate to Tubbo.

“No, thank you, all yours, man,” Tubbo declines, more intrigued by the conversation.  “I didn’t realize you could change it.  You know, I’ve never put much thought into being a girl.  I haven’t really been around many girls, though, or, any girls, so I guess I wouldn’t know.”

“Yeah, fair enough,” the kid shrugs, crushing the juice box and tossing it across the room as one would a beer can, before eyeing the pudding cup next.

“I dunno.  As of, I’m quite happy being a boy, so.”

“My thoughts exactly!  Being a guy rules.  Like, I’m sure being a chick rules too, but I just don’t feel it, y’know?” He ignores the spoon Tubbo had brought so nicely and takes a swig of the pudding as if drinking a thick beverage.

“Yeah, I guess me neither.”

“So, dunno what I’m gonna do with names––thanks for your help, though, Tubbo, that hair conundrum was bugging me a bit, glad we settled on something––but I dunno about names.  I kinda want it to be something silly, something fun, y’know?”

“Oh, that’s nice!”

“Yeah, so, when I’m a big strong dude, people will still underestimate me, so I can still take ‘em by surprise when I, I dunno, stab ‘em or whatever.”

“Oh.”  Not what Tubbo was expecting.

The hostage squints across the room, contemplating something, clearly enjoying having an audience after days of isolation, “what’s the opposite of bright?”

“Um, dim?”

“Hm, close, but no cigar.  What’s, like, sorta like dim, but not the opposite of bright?”

Tubbo has quite the repertoire of such language.  “Oh!  I know!  Stupid, slow, dumb, idiotic, r–”

“Nah, close!  We’re really close, but no cigar!” He nods thoughtfully, pausing for a goldfish.

“Yeah, what’s that mean, too?  No cigar?  I mean, my dad smokes cigars sometimes, but it doesn’t make sense in what you’re saying.”

The hostage exhales air from his cheeks.  “No idea!”

Tubbo laughs.  “I don’t think I’ve met anybody that talks like you do.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Tubbo shrugs.  “I dunno.  I think you’re… you’re pretty cool.”

“You’re goddamn right I’m cool!”  He takes it all in stride, pointing at Tubbo approvingly, the chain around his wrist rattling as he does so.  He takes another swig of the pudding, it creating a chocolate mustache on his lip.

“Why do you have a chain on your wrist?  Most hostages don’t need that,” Tubbo asked.  “Not the littler ones, anyway.”

“Uh, ‘cause I bit ‘im,” he says around a mouthful of pudding.

“You– You bit who?” Tubbo’s eyes widened, because there’s no way in hell he meant Schlatt.

“Dunno, some guy.”  Another halfhearted shrug.  “I’m a– I’m a fuckin’ shark, Tubbo!  Smell blood in the water, and I just gotta–” the kid bites down on nothing, as if to demonstrate, before delving back into the pudding cup.

“Cool,” Tubbo says breathlessly.

The kid nods, basking in the praise.  “My mom gives me shit for it.  Oh, you’re gonna get in trouble if you get in fights all the time, oh, your teachers called again, what do you mean you held that boy’s head underwater?” A high laugh that was honestly far funnier to Tubbo than what the kid had actually said.  “And, well, I mean, she was kinda right, I did end up in trouble for it.  Word of advice to you, kid, kicking a dude in the balls is not a catch all answer to your problems, especially if it’s a grown-ass man.  And, also, this shoulda been obvious, but forgive me, I’m young, definitely do not tell them your mom is the Police Captain and she’ll arrest them all if they mess with you.  That gets you thrown in a trunk, and that is no bueno,” he nods sagely.

“Right, no bueno,” Tubbo pretends to understand what that means.

“It’ll be kinda cool now, though, instead they’ll call her and be like Captain, your son has gotten into trouble again, and she’ll be all like of course, my son is a real rascal!  I should’ve been a better father!”

“Father?” Tubbo giggles.

“Yeah!  Yeah, ‘cause it’s all switched around!”

“I don’t think that’s how that works, bossman–”

“Kid, what the fuck?” An exasperated voice calls down the stairs.  “I said it wasn’t a playdate, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Sorry!  Sorry, I’m coming now!”  Tubbo still wavers, staring almost longingly at the boy across from him.  “It was– It was really nice to meet you Mr– Whatever your name is gonna end up being?  Yeah!  So, um, bye!”

Tubbo was halfway up the stairs, an ache in his chest, when he hears one last word from downstairs.

“Foolish!” Followed by a high cackle of delight.

“Foolish…” Tubbo murmurs the name.  He doesn’t know what to do with the fact that he feels happy and sad at the exact same time.  “I think I made a friend,” he tells the man brightly at the top of the stairs.

“That’s… that’s great kid,” the man says dryly.  “Hope your little buddy doesn’t get shot, I guess.”

#TRANS FOOLISH BABEYYYY #mafia au #my writing #dsmp fanfic #ngl i came up with the title and cried a little lmao #c!Tubbo #Tubbo #c!foolish #foolish

[starlightandetherealshadows]

WAIT A FUCKIN MINUTE Y'ALL.

i think i just may be a sucker for fwb V and Mc finding a bond and and the little vulnerable pieces of talks between who their into and and them like kinda comforting the other but in a "fuck, man. pull up your big boy panties on n get ready, cuz we are gonna work on gaining our shit to tell em how we feel” type of funky way💀

Hi lovebug!

FMRKMFRKMFR see I told y'all that it's gonna work out, you gotta trust me and the process! I think writing these lil prompts out will help you get a better idea of what I talk about.

It's nice for both MC and V to have someone to talk to that understands what that pining can feel like.

MC and V: we need to become emotionally mature.....we will start tomorrow as we have already failed today.

i wrote this next lil bit in like 6 minutes ahhh i can't wait to get to the meat of the story. that's when we can really get into some thangs.

Enjoy MC and V affectionately teasing each other.

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You bite your lip as you watch X work out. They're doing some Nion 8 training sequence, and you can't blame all of your attention on your fascination with alien planets.

"Stop staring."

V mouths the words to you from their spot on the lawn. They were lazily flipping through a magazine they'd found in the basement, looking up every once in a while to watch X lift something ridiculously heavy.

They caught you in the act, which is somehow more mortifying than X catching you. At least with X, you can feign interest in the technicalities of Nion 8's military workout regiment.

V can't even give you that. V rose an eyebrow and mouthed those two simple, knowing words that made you flush.

Embarrassment makes you flip V off, ignoring their snickering.

You get your revenge when Zero offers to spar with X. You watch V watch Zero stretch, their graceful dancer's body flexible enough to make your face heat.

You wait until V's eyes lock onto the warm, inviting sliver of skin Zero is showing and the way their body bends effortlessly.

And you say, loudly.

"Stop staring."

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I love them, your honor....y'all may not see the character visions yet but TAKE MY HAND AND WALK WITH ME

All my love,

Cheye

#ask: answered #snippet

[bluwavez]

im kinda curious about the boys' opinion on jinhwa, mydol, being transferred to a new company for the third (!!!) time (stormedia -> angelico -> flowerbank -> mydol) and also what is their relationship with han since he is part of the directors of their new company.

"As the single Stormedia survivor, I'm very grateful to be at Mydol, and I'm grateful for Jinhwa even if he was trying to rig me out during The New Wave," Jisung chuckles. "It seems the only guy who knows how to manage us is Jinhwa, so..." He shrugs, looking off to the side with a small grunt. "It is what it is, you know? I'm just glad to not be a nobody anymore. That really sucked. God, that was so awful. Yeah, I really appreciate Jinhwa never giving up on us."

"Han is half-managing us at this point. I think he gets a bit power-hungry sometimes, but he's still my best friend. We went through a lot together, so his agitation doesn't get aimed at me," Jisung laughs, a beaming smile on his full lips. We go out every Friday for drinks. I love that guy."

Jacob sucks air between his teeth at the question, smacking his hands against his thighs with a sigh as he squints ahead of him, clearly deep in thought. "None of us wanted to go to Flowerbank. Like, none of us were for that. I was happy to still be with the same company as my sister, but...I really thought that was it for us," Jacob admits with a soft chuckle, "I thought we were gonna disband under Flowerbank, which none of us wanted. These guys piss me off almost every day, but the thought of being an idol without them? Horrible. I have to be grateful for Jinhwa."

Jacob crosses his legs, clearing his throat. "He's very flawed, but he's done a lot for my family. He took care of my sister and my siblings when I couldn't. I have a lot of respect for Jinhwa despite his...flaws." His words contain a lot of caution, his dark eyes flicking from the ground to the camera as he talks.

He scoffs when Han is mentioned, his eyes widening with a dismissive grunt and wave of his hand. "That fuckin' guyyy...He's alright. 'Cool, he's back around, I guess. I don't talk to him much when he's on set."

"I kinda see this contract buying as us going home," Noah explains with a warm smile. "I know my dad isn't perfect. He's done some things that aren't..." The man uses his hands to finish his sentence since he can't find the words to describe his father, "But he's a good man deep down. He's always cared about DeepDive and our success. That's all we can ask for, right? Plus, I like working with my dad. He's my dad," Noah shrugs, leaning back in the chair. "I love Mydol staff, love the company, love the freedom...Can't be mad."

"Han is cool now that he's a business guy. He seems to be more...laid back? Kind of? I don't know. He seems happier to be behind the scenes and bossing us around. He's worked a lot with the creative direction and our management. He was in the studio with us a lot. I think he a bit of a perfectionist, though," Noah explains with a small laugh before putting his hands up in faux surrender, "I'm not the one he bitches at, though. He likes my work."

Kiwoo shrugs, unenthused to be answering the question. "As long as I get paid, I don't care. I don't care where we are--Ah...I would hate to be under JYP. I would leave the group if we were under JYP," Kiwoo rambles, looking up as he messes with a ring on his finger. "It's genuinely whatever to me. I'm just happy we're still together and still have public appeal after being locked in a basement for nearly a year. I don't really have positive thoughts on Jinhwa. He sucks as a person but I'm not here to be his friend, so-" Kiwoo shrugs with a clear of his throat, looking off to the side.

"Han can get fucked. I don't like him," Kiwoo answers bluntly, giving an agitated smile at the mention of the man. "He's a controlling piece of shit that is still mad I got more lines than him because I'm better singer...Yeah. 'Super happy to be working with him again. I'm living my absolute best life under Mydol if you can't tell."

"Well, I was never under Stormedia. My mom would've pitched a fit if I went to that garbage hole. I know Mydol is different from Angelico but," Blue gives a look at the camera, a knowing smile on his lips before laughing with a shrug like we should know the answer. "It's Jinhwa. In my eyes, we're under Angelico 2.0, so not much has changed. We're currently the best-performing act under the label, which I'm scared won't last if Jinhwa, you know, does what we all think he's going to do. Whatever. He's cool when he's managing us properly. I don't care about what he does in his spare time."

Blue makes a face when Han is mentioned, grunting in disinterest with a dramatic sigh. "He needs to loosen the fuck up. He suddenly acts so big and mighty because he's on the board of Mydol, as if he didn't suck Jinhwa's dick to get there. Be fucking serious. Ugh! He yelled at me when we were filming My Ego because--Oh! Oh! I needed to "look nicer" What the fuck are you even talking about? Are we listening to the same song? He's just getting his revenge on me for beating his ass on The New Wave. Such a loser."

Woojin looks a bit defeated before putting his hands out as if to say "What can I say?" forcing himself to smile before forcing a laugh. "I mean...I'm not that excited to be under Jinhwa again. How could I be? Look at his company roster. Hyerim is there and, like, that's just..." Woojin sighs, looking up at the ceiling before chuckling bitterly and shrugging again. "That sucks! But I don't want to leave these guys again. I didn't want to leave the first time. I'll just suck it up. She's not our manager this time around, so I guess it's not that bad. It could be worse."

"Han is cool! He's very helpful!" Woojin says excitedly, nodding at the mention of the man. "He's kind of like my mentor at the moment. He's really helpful, and, yeah, I'm glad he's around again. He picked me to take his place, so it's really cool to be able to work with him in this kind of dynamic. I appreciate him a lot."

Finn looks around before shrugging. "I really don't give a fuck. I'm not even trying to be different or edgy when I say that, like, I serious just don't give a fuck. I think Donald Duck could've bought our contract from Flowerbank, and I would've done the splits. They were so ass. Do you how ass you have to be for me to be happy to see Jinhwa, Son Jinhwa, again? Holy shit, dude. Go back to business school–No, actually, just retire. No. Just quit. You're that bad." Finn rants, talking with his hands animatedly, shifting in his seat as he does so, sniffling before shaking his head. "I'm not a Jinhwa stan though. He sucks, yeah, I know. He should've be fucking people half his age. That's gross. He's gross. I just work with him," Finn explains to the best of his ability.

"Han is whatever. He touches my waist too much, and his creative direction irks me a bit, but he's easy to talk to. I'm glad he's nepotismed his way into a high position, though. Good for him. Hope he doesn't, like, use that power for evil or something," Finn says offhandedly, puckering his lips at the thought before chuckling softly, "That'd be crazy."

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[brendan-block]

Whelp Brendan was in trouble. Rei knew that Brendan did some... questionable things but Rei always turned the other cheek because... well honestly she didn't care. She loved her brother the way he was. Sure he wasn't always law-abiding, but hell neither was she and he at least had standards. the only rule she had was that no police better show up at her house... not in any official sense anyway. Sure occasionally those Brendan had under her thumb had stopped by on rare occasions to either let her know Brendan was fine or to give her an alibi for whatever the fuck was going on. But nooo some fucker in uniform had to show up at 8am asking her questions. It was easily lied through and she was sure he must be new and would be taught proper protocol but Brendan had to be punished for getting her woken up at 8am on her day off... which was why Brendan's apartment was now home to 300 crickets of various sizes. Seeing as how he was working today by the time he got home this evening they all would have spread out and be hiding in every single nook and cranny.

Brendan foolishly thought that getting a stern talking-to from Rei over the phone in the middle of his busy work day would be the extent of his punishment. Of course he didn't think he deserved anything more than that. The way Brendan saw it, it wasn't his fault that some stupid rookie cop got too curious for their own good and showed up at her door on her day off. Then again, it was Brendan's responsibility to keep the police under control and he hadn't taken the time to properly instruct their newest little shitbag on the rules regarding him and his sister--a mistake he would soon rectify.

He had every intention to teach the bastard proper respect that very same night. A trip down to his basement cellar was certainly in order. That way he could punish them for their rudeness towards his sister as well. A little torture would do them good. Not enough to kill the poor shit, but taking a couple fingers or toes would do; something he could present to Rei as way of apology.

Brendan did not expect to come home that night and have his plans ruined by Rei herself.. and the army of crickets she let loose in his home while he was away.

"BUGS!? REI, ARE YEH FUCKIN' SERIOUS RIGHT NOW!? COME ON!" Brendan yelled at the top of his lungs to ensure that Rei would hear him from her house across the street. Was he angry? Yes. Was he also on the verge of tears? Also yes. Because if there was one thing that he was well and truly afraid of, it was creepy crawlies of any kind. After struggling to get his front door shut and re-locked, and a frantic dance around the yard to shake himself free of the crickets that had jumped on him, Brendan stormed right over to Rei's house and let himself in as he had a habit of doing.

"LITTLE MADAME, YEH HAD BETTER AVE PEST CONTROL ON SPEED DIAL--"

@byondtheveil

#byondtheveil

[moonmothmama]

slowly finishing part two of the nevers

just got through episode 9 (fever) and. it went to the sex club??

ok i get it you're tying all this shit together but BABY ALIEN IN THE VICTORIAN RICH BASTARD SEX CLUB? IN THE POOL IN THE SEX CLUB?

this show is fucking bananas. oohhhh my god.

Hugo is out here getting himself painted gold for an Olympian themed orgy while his abusive father dies. Lord Massen's Touched daughter is secretly alive locked in the basement but he might try to kill her. and all the shit with the Bidlow siblings. there's all this weird symmetry and it's like barely coherent. what the hell is this show. why am i so invested in this. it's so good but at the same time it's a train wreck. i would say it's gone totally off the rails but was it ever on them?

the actors are so good. it's beautifully acted. and the characters are interesting. but the plot has run away with itself. it's bonkers. there's so much- too much- going on. it's excessive to the point of being almost baffling. there are too many tangled threads. imho this story could be really good if it a) was stretched out over at least three seasons, thereby giving time to weave plotlines together and develop more than a handful of characters* b) was, shall we say, tidied up a bit, and some Questionable Decisions revised.

*- oh look! they remembered that Harriet, Primrose, and Desirée exist!

that said, i mean, here i am watching it, so. idfk man.

and just by the fucking way, is that the dead widow somehow reasserting herself???? whaaaaaat the fuuuuuuuuuck is going on here

there's three more episodes and i can't decide if i'd rather binge it or stretch it out for the next few days. which is worse? also, as usual, goddammit Frank

the scene with him and Lucy was genuinely very good

note: Nick Frost is fuckin chilling in this show. i hope he gets more roles like this one. but if that knife he gave the hateful bigoted teenage girl ends up hurting Myrtle i'm gonna burn something down.

no one spoiler me please in the extremely off chance that anyone in this fandom (what is it like half a dozen ppl) even sees this post within the next few days <3

ps- not shedding any tears for the colonel but neither am i cheering for the piece of shit doctor

#the nevers #frank mundi #amalia true #hugo swann #the beggar king #myrtle haplisch #harriet kaur #lucy best

[treetownconfessions]

ohhh that was me!!

Okay, so this one's extremely old (almost rotting at this point) so I'm gonna have to add extra context.

I had this au(?) Where Fliqpy was more like a ghost that possessed Flippy then them being headmates. And how it worked was he could just go inside Flips body and chill, or start fronting. BUT he could also exist outside of Flips body, and he could fuckin fly around go through walls all that cool ghost crap. And the only thing he could touch was Flippy. They also had this weird thing where they could switch who was being a ghost by like- having the physical part of their body switch places??? Idk, little me was wacky.

Splendid knew that when Fliqpy was in ghost form he could only touch Flippy, so he decided he would try to find a way to add "Flippy like properties" to other things. So he decided to try adding Flips blood onto something else and it fuckin worked??

Anyways- story goes Splendid invited Fliq over to his house and when he wasn't paying attention locked handcuffs on him. Fliqpy immediately switched to ghost mode so he could fly away not even realizing the cuffs were still on, so when he tried to fly through the wall the cuffs were holding back. Because *they* can't go through walls, so he was stuck there now. And he's just confused out of his fucking mind because this isn't physically possible (at least he thinks so). After that Splendid drags Fliq into the basement, using the cuffs like a fucking collar, while Fliq's trying to fight back but can't because he just keeps phasing through him.

Usual yandere shit happens and then one moment that a felt the need to repeat over and over again was how at some point Fliq tries to kick Splendid and it doesn't hit and Fliq just breaks down crying. Like, at first he's trying to act tough but he just can't take it anymore and fuckin gives up

Anyways- that's it for today mod, hope you enjoyed ^^

loving this for you

[the-ultimate-pie-family]

Sara meets blood and his family

Blood: *dragging a dead body back home*

Sara: *bumps into blood* hey watch it idi........ *looks at the body then at blood* oh dear........ *looks up at blood gulping* u-u-uh

Blood: u ok young one?

Sara: *faints from fear*

Blood: ah shit *uses magic to lift sara up walking home with a dead body and a small fry*

Pinkie: son how was ur hunt?

Blood: good mom sorry i took so long this small fry got in my way

Pinkie: is she a kid? Because she looks older then other kids

Blood: probably the age of 19

Pinkie: hmmmm i say 35

Blood: bet mom *tries up sara just in case she escapes*

Pinkie: *drags the dead body in her basement* oh and son?

Blood: huh?

Pinkie: i grounded B from seeing makatza since she pregnant

Blood: good call mom B needs to be more gentle with her anyways

Makatza: uhm blood?

Blood: hey prego

Makatza: *blushes getting a little mad* uhm could u unground B??

Blood: why?

Makatza: *whispers in blood ear*

Blood: ah i get it so be it *writes a nite for B* here she's ungrounded

Makatza: thank u *teleports upstairs*

Sara: *snecks to the kitchen grabbing a knife jumping on blood stabbing him multiple times* die die die die

Blood: r u done yet?

Sara: not till ur dead wait? Should u be dead

Blood: should i? *uses his magic to pick her putting her down* thanks for the new scars young one *uses his magic to stitch up his wounds*

Sara: wow wat r u?

Blood: if i tell u I'll have to kill u

Sara: u be doing me a favor actually.........

Blood: hmm why?

Sara: because that's my business only

Blood: ever tried praying? They listens all the time

Sara: god is a they? But why should I pray he has bigger stuff to figure out

Blood: god always has time for his children *vanishes*

Sara: *confused* he vanished? Hmmm

Rave: *yawns pouring some coffee*

Sara: ahhh don't kill me

Rave: *isn't phased sipping her coffee walking upstairs*

Sara: uh?..... *hears moaning and wall hitting and bed rocking* uhm?........

DG: booooo

Sara: ahhhhhh *runs upstairs looking back* i-i don't *hears the moans getting louder like they were right beside her* i don't wanna die........... gotta hide...... closet *opens B's and makatza room going it not know the horrors she's about to see*

B: scream my name u fuckin pregnant slut

Makatza: ahhhhh BBBBBBB

Sara: *gulps gasping covering her just in time turning a deep red trying to open there door* *oh god why is this lock............. *looks at there closet door sneaking her way there* *almost there almost there* *opens the door getting in* wat is this stuff i got squirted with? Smells funky really funky *blushes* their still going at it

Tag for @saraali-19

[niccy-ramblings]

Writing and Stuff

I've started planning out some stuff for a story that's been vaguely floating in my head a while now. I still don't have all the details ironed out yet but the gist of it is a guy inherits a cabin out in the woods from his grandfather, the cabin looks normal at a first glance but the dude slowly figures out that there's more to it. It sounds really fuckin lame and cliche laying it out like this but trust me this shit is gonna be the bomb.

The whole thing is written as this guys journal so whatever happens is from his flawed point of view and what he decides to jot down. It's also a neat way to show the toll all of this is taking on him over time, with his writing becoming more sporadic and chaotic as the story progresses.

I haven't explained what's so special about the cabin yet because i'm still figuring it out as i go, but undeniably it's gonna involve the supernatural, would be cool to incorporate cosmic horror in there too but i'd have to see how.

So far i've written out the first day of him checking out the cabin and it's like a page and a half, really just exposition and setting up some stuff.

General layout of the house so far, not pictured here is an attic hatch. The basement has a locked door, with a welcome mat in front of it, wonder what's in there?

anyways that's all for now, toodles

#writing #ramblings #hope i actually end up finishing this shit lmao

[cursedauxiliary]

Long dream

So in my dream I guess I'll start here I was with 3 friends and we were walking around and eventually they wanted to create like a tiktok music vid so I start copying the dance with them as we run around, eventually I get tired and say "hey I fucked up can we re do that take AND take a break man" of the 2/3 they were a bit pissed but one was like also extremely exhausted, for them I leave to go to a Tesco, (guess I'm in the UK??) And try to find lemonade to no avail so I try getting some pastries but idfk how to do their system bc apparently I can pay as I grab the pastries, so 2 british employees help me but they're honestly pissed I'm this dumb, I get it packed and a ginger ale and had back to a car apparently that took like 2-3 hrs so the original girls had already went home and I had argument with my mom about it, but I said idgaf it's too late idk how time went that fast. There was also a point in the dream where I'm with my sisters at the beach and point out how this creep is always here in the summer, and its yoshikage kira and hes like the white van with candy type of predator. Moving on I'm back at my HS and theres this dude whose been following, akward type, I try to be friendly and I head to my apartment??? In my hs (it's like the 5th floor, granted irl my hs is just 2f no dorms) the guy tries to kiss me but I push him away bc I dont seem him like that, and somehow the clutzy shmuck stare fades away from him and he gets mad, and breaks into my room to break shit, I run away but not fully, he thinks I've left but I go in to get evidence and my now destroyed pc, I get it and sees me leaving the hallway and starts chasing me, I really quickly try to run down the emergency staircase, that goes through the busy gymnasium, I run to the athletic director office for help but hes busy on the phone, so I run over to the IT the computer parts I have now look like fuckin croutons in soup, but theres some hard drives that I could pull out to hand to the IT guy, he tries to salvage the data, i try texting some friends if I could stay at their place bc tbh I need new locks, most are away, so i head back hopefully able to barricade myself safely, i go in i kick in the closet to make sure no ones their extra and then i hear the shuffle of papers under my bed and i grab and tackle this Japanese woman that was paid by the weird dude to collect info, I had to poorly type in google translate while holding her down bc she did not speak english, and eventually I called the cops, then the environment shifted and I was basement of a home where the father was trying to kill us (I was the daughter but there was also the wife and son), I hid in the bathroom, took some type of drugs that reduced the noise of my breathing but turned my eyes like wide open and p blood shot, he entered the bathroom checking around, somehow I was able to just stand so still or crouch that his eyes just glazed over me, and he was leaving the brother comes over with a fiery orange hot fireplace poker and stabs him and pushed him into a woodpile to hold him down, we all run up to the top of the stairs, and for some reason the wife and the son agree not to call the cops bc it would ruin their public opinion and their convinced they can get him back to his senses. The end

#this dream really had me run up to my door to check it was lock and peer through the crack like it was some fuckin horror game #i still cant tell if i did that irl or just in the dream #dreams