#mainly going on walks or just to take a run through the woods to feel a little bit at home if she's overwhelmed

[gravedigginbbydoll]

The Wolves of Hawkins Wood

werewolf! Eddie x F! Reader

AN: BuT ArEn'T YoU on A BrEaK? mind ur business okay, stfu. jk jk I love y'all. I'm currently just taking a break from Hawkins University AU, but recently got an itch to write this. This'll be a super short little series probably and may contain smut but will mainly be fluff and angst! It will not be updated regularly, but it's just a side project for funsies. Also I will make a masterlist for it later, i swear! It's based off of The Wolves of Mercy Falls (one of my favorite favorite series), and meant to just be kinda cozy but spooky themed bc werewolves? Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: MDNI! possibly mature themes and smut in the future. Werewolves, injury, scars, animalistic violence, depression, identity struggles, near death experiences, trauma, love/ drawn to at first sight. MC is kinda a wolf girl? (i'm channeling and healing my childhood self, okay?)

Chapter One: Valruv

You had moved to Hawkins one winter, the bitter cold and snow new to you. The days consisted of you exploring the wilderness, the trees and snow all new to you. You took plenty of photographs, hoping your camera would capture the rawness of it all. You had wandered a bit too far one day, your foot slipping as you fell off a small ledge, spraining your ankle and breaking your arm. You shouted and groaned in pain, laying in the snow, skin going numb. You must’ve hit your head, the way your vision was going in and out. You felt your vision go black and your mind race. The next thing you knew, you woke up to yourself being dragged by the hood of your coat to the edge of your backyard and the forest. You panicked, trying to sit up slightly, feeling pain shoot up your arm. You winced, trying to turn your head instead. A large wolf with an almost light chocolate brown coat and warm brown eyes holding the hood of your jacket between gentle teeth, dragging you to the edge of the clearing. You felt your heart race but a sort of calmness washed over you. How did this wild creature know where you lived? The wolf soon bounded off, but not before staring at you with intelligent almost human eyes. 

You had received help after that, calling an ambulance with your good arm and letting your thoughts take over. You were helped and warned against being outside near the woods alone when the weather and conditions were not kind. You took the advice with a grain of salt, your mind still on those intelligent eyes. 

After that, you began to sit out on your deck every evening, watching for the wolf. You still couldn’t understand how it saved you or why. You would see the wolf and occasionally it’s pack every so often, a chill running down your spine and your heart picking up. Their howls pulled at your heart, the sound melodic and mournful. You felt drawn to them. You needed to know why.

Which led to you frequenting the bookstore, skimming shelves of nonfiction on wolves. You had so many questions. Why did the wolves here seemingly disappear in the spring and summer according to townsfolk? Why did that one save you? None of the books answered the questions. Not a single one. The weather was getting warmer and you still hadn’t found answers.

You stood in the bookstore at the section you were at constantly, eyes skimming to try and find something new. You had no answers and just more questions. Hawkins itself was an odd town, what with the small population and ever present gossip, a persistent trend of individuals winding up missing. You found a slightly newer book, one with frayed backing and yellowed pages. You smiled at it, clearly happy you found something in the monotony of the usual visit. You walked up to the counter, rummaging through your bag and not looking up, placing the book on the counter. 

“Just this?” 

The low and unfamiliar timbre of the voice caused you to look up, your breath catching in your throat. A tall man with unruly brown curls stood before you, his eyes a warm brown. It seemed he was littered in tattoos and silver jewelry. He wore a worn out Megadeth shirt, the black faded to an almost gray. You looked up into his eyes, feeling your face heat up. His eyes…reminded you of the wolf. You also didn’t recognize the man, which was saying a lot as Hawkins was a small town. You nodded at the stranger, pulling out a twenty to pay him. You felt your mouth moving and heard the words come out before you could stop yourself. 

“Are you new here?” 

He rang you up and took the bill, blinking a bit in surprise at your question but then smiling a crooked grin, dimples appearing. 

“No, I just visit when the weather gets warm. My Uncle Wayne lives in town.” 

You nod, grabbing your book and heading off. Your mind still swimming with questions…but now a small piece was also consumed by the stranger.

The next time you ran into the stranger, you were talking a walk along the edge of the wood, lost in thought. You were staring up at the trees, oblivious to your surroundings. You felt a shoulder bump yours and you flinched, turning to apologize. 

You saw his eyes first, the warm brown tone still causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stick up. You looked up at him in apology, voice soft. 

“Sorry, I was looking at the trees.” 

He chuckled, shaking his head. His unruly brown curls were now in a messy bun, making his eyes more visible. You smelled wood on him…bark, dirt, crisp air, sweet and almost over ripened fruit. Along with something musky and almost…animal-like. You wanted to inhale the scent. 

“It’s alright. They’re beautiful.” 

He stared unabashedly at you while saying it. You felt your stomach twist in nervousness and your heart leap as your face heated up slowly. You grinned and gave a pathetic excuse for needing to go, dashing off in the other direction to stamp down the feelings.

The next time you saw the stranger was unexpected.

You were headed to the local bar in town, clearly tired from a long day at your 9 to 5, wishing you didn’t have to pay bills on top of your Photography gig. You opted to meet a cute coworker here, swayed by his charming smile. But truthfully, all you could do is worry about where the wolves had gone. Where your wolf had gone. You ordered an easy drink, something like a Rum and Coke, and sat at the bar in thought. You were pulled out of your daze when the stranger came out onto the bar's very pathetic excuse for a stage, a red electric guitar slung across his back. You watched as he and group of guys began setting up their instruments. 

You studied him openly, thankful that his back was facing you for the most part. His hair was up again in that messy tuft of curls. He wore a band t-shirt that had the sleeves cut off, his arms on full display. You could see now in the stage light the pretty ink decorating his skin and the chunks and patches of silvery pink flesh that were scars. He had a few on his arms and one on his shoulder. You couldn’t help but wonder what it was from, as they didn’t look like an average scar from a cut or falling off a bike. They also seemed like…chunks of flesh bitten out and scarred over.

You quickly turned to face your drink when he turned around, feeling embarrassed for your silly obsession. Just…something about him was so…intriguing.

The stranger seemed to walk up to the mic, tapping his finger on it before his cheerful and energetic voice came through the speakers. You kept yourself from turning around.

“Heyo, Hawkins! I’m Eddie, this is Gareth, Jeff, and Rich! We’re Corroded Coffin and-” 

Your eavesdropping (could you call it that if he was announcing his presence to the bar?) was cut short when your coworker, Tommy, showed up. He scrunched his nose in the direction of the stage before smiling down at you. 

“Lemme pay for your drink and we can head somewhere…quieter.” 

You nodded, Eddie and his band in the background, but you could clearly hear his melodic singing voice and his impressive guitar skills. You tried to ignore it.

Tommy paid for your drink, grabbing your hand and helping you off the chair, guiding you by the arm towards the door. You could somehow still feel those powerful brown eyes on you. 

Winter was creeping in, winds crisp and the scent of fall fading. You mourned the loss of fall. The sidewalks no longer filled with the familiar crackle of fallen leaves, the scent of apples and fresh rain now replaced by icy sleet and the smell of smoky firewood. But at least it meant you could be provided some comfort by the wolves. 

You had recently started feeding them, leaving out little pieces of meat at the edge of the clearing, watching through the window as they would grab it and run off. You even got to feed your wolf, smiling as it ate the meat gently from your hand and you gently pet its scruff, the smell of the wild woods still in its fur. It was an intelligent animal, and you wanted a way to express your gratitude for the creature saving you. 

However, it seemed your efforts led to more damage than good.

The wolves seemed to be closer to town, and after the disappearance of Chrissy Cunningham and her fiance Jason Carver claiming she was dragged away and mauled by wolves, the town was issuing a hunt on the local pack. The mayor was clearly pressured by the townsfolk to carry it out. The mayor urged people to stay inside as they attempted to drive out the wolves. You felt your heart squeeze at the idea, seized by fear at the thought of never seeing your wolf again.

You stood on the edge of the clearing, hoping and praying maybe the mayor would give up. Maybe the young Chrissy had run away, disillusioned by her seemingly perfect life. In the midst of this tumbling string of thoughts, you spotted a familiar outline in the trees of a wolf, clearly unstable and stumbling. You walked over cautiously, seeing your wolf stumble out into the clearing near your house, the poor creature’s fur caked in blood. You saw the wolf stumble and you felt your heart seize. How could you help it? What would-

And then you saw the wolf lay and curl up, seeming to shake and whine as a muzzle shortened and fur peeled back, limbs lengthening. You stood there, heart pounding as you stared down at the creature- no, the human. 

There on the ground lay a naked and shivering Eddie, curls free and matted with blood, a pale hand pressed against his neck as his eyes rolled back and fluttered weakly. 

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[catt-leya]

no bc what about rick having an internal battle bc he doesn’t know how to tell you that he finds you just so hot. like he fantasizes about you nearly every day.

i don’t wanna be too specific so that you can let your imagination fly 😫 i just know the man would feel so dirty after he finishes,, like so guilty

Dirty (18+) || Rick Grimes

I am so sorry Anon 💓

I had the fic ready for a while, but never posted it.

Let's see how regularly I will post soon, but the requets I have, I will of course work off one by one.

I hope you enjoy reading it, even if it's not my best work 💓

Trigger: dirty talk (of course), age gap (no one is a minor!)

You wipe the sweat from your forehead and look over at Maggie, who is lifting the next post with Rick.

In the last few days, the walkers outside the prison fences have been increasing in number, so Rick has asked you and Maggie to help him put up the wooden posts.

Sighing, you bend over and grab the next piece of wood, not noticing how Rick's gaze wanders to your butt and for a few seconds he just stares at you before he catches himself staring and turns his head back to Maggie a little too violently.

Again and again, he faints and lapses into daydreams that include you. Preferably naked and under himself.

But what keeps him from trying anything is your age.

Of course, theoretically you would be old enough and in itself it would be nothing reprehensible, but he simply does not want to cross the line and therefore holds back.

Every time you get close to him, which is not uncommon because you are a very open person who doesn't shy away from physical contact, he pulls himself together and tries to treat you like any other member in your group, even though he would love to rip your clothes off.

What he doesn't know is that you are purposefully seeking physical contact with him.

Ever since you first saw him in his boots and worn shirt, you've been completely smitten with him, making an effort to be close to him without seeming pushy.

Mainly because you think that he sees you anyway only as a little girl who is too young to tease him in any way.

What's good for both of you is that you get along really well, even though neither of you know that the other wants more.

That's why you pick up the log with a groan and call out to Rick, "Okay, I'm really not going to heave this thing to the fence by myself, Rick."

You feel him close behind you before he replies, "Wait."

Rick walks past you and lifts the other side, taking some of the weight off of you and you smile openly at him.

You're standing directly across from each other and Rick can't help but let his gaze slide over your beautiful face, which must be slightly heated from the physical labor, and he follows the beads of sweat that form on your forehead and slowly slide down your cheek over your neck and then to the hollow between your collarbones before they sinfully disappear between your breasts and he wishes he could kiss you right there.

You watch his eyes lower to your breasts and notice heat rising inside you.

With each breath, your breasts lift slightly and he stares so intently at your cleavage that it feels like he's looking through your top and you notice your nipples stiffen.

Because you're still holding the wooden stake between you and Rick, you can't cover your breasts any more, and because you've gone without a bra, you're sure he can see your nipples clearly through the top.

In fact, he's a bit surprised when he can see the hard tips and is almost ashamed to say that he would give a lot to take them between his teeth and show you how sensitive your breasts can be.

Swallowing hard, he wants to look you in the face again, when a shrill scream echoes from one of the cell blocks and you both drop the wood at the same time.

Hectically you turn to Maggie, who doesn't hesitate for a second and runs to the cells, closely followed by Rick. Briefly you look to the fence and follow the two.

On the way, Rick has overtaken Maggie and rushes to the cells, closely followed by her. You're about to head for the door when a little girl runs out and straight for you.

Panicked, she babbles something to herself and you drop to your knees to calm her down a bit, "Shhhh, it's okay. It's going to be okay."

Again you look at the door but no one comes out and the screams get quieter and quieter.

Worrying that something has happened to your friends and you weren't there to stop anything.

You have no idea how long you hold the little girl in your arms, when the first people come out of the building with their eyes widened in fear and a young woman comes running towards you and the girl.

Fiercely, she pulls the girl into her arms and whispers, "You're okay. Thank heaven."

Now that you no longer have a job to do you can't help but stare at the people from the building, anxiously waiting for Rick to return.

People are falling into each other's arms and tears are being shed, only you are pacing.

As everyone comes out, you don't dare go in and stand a little apart to get a better view.

The group of people slowly disperses and you curse softly, "Shit."

Just as you decide to go into the building and see for yourself what happened inside, the door swings open and Rick comes out followed by Daryl and Maggie.

Without much thought you sprint in his direction and as his eyes fall on you, he says, "You might want to keep your distance."

But you couldn't care less about his words, so you fall around his neck at the top of your lungs.

Surprised by your reaction, he staggers back a few steps and catches himself before you can both topple backwards, wrapping his arms rather hesitantly around your waist.

Rick can't describe how happy he was to see that you didn't crash into the cell block with him and all tension now falls from his shoulders as he feels your body against his.

Your whole body shakes and he pulls you even closer to him, "Hey, I'm fine."

His voice is soft in your ears and you just bury your nose harder into his chest, turning him on more than it should in this situation.

He looks up from you and his gaze meets Daryl's, who raises an eyebrow questioningly, but Rick just nods slightly, which Daryl takes as a sign that everything is fine as far as it can be in this situation and walks with Maggie to what is currently the only safe cell block.

Rick's attention is taken over by you again, as you whisper softly through his chest: "I thought something had happened to you. You haven't come out in so long."

He can't help a smile forming on his face as he hears your concern. Especially since you've only fallen for his neck and no one else's.

Also, he would be lying if he didn't also admit that he has an extreme physical reaction to you. The way your soft breasts press against his torso and your arms are wrapped tightly around him.

Gently, he pushes his hips away from you a little so you don't notice HOW excited he is about your embrace and murmurs, "Sorry you had to wait so long."

At his words, your breathing slowly calms and you move away from him a bit so you can look him in the face and nod, "Okay. What happened anyway?"

Calmly, Rick describes to you what happened in the cells and neither of you think about the fact that you're still in each other's arms.

After Rick finishes, you gently disengage from his embrace and clear your throat, "Sorry, I know you can take care of yourself."

Silently, you look at each other for a few seconds and you can tell Rick is struggling with what words to choose before he hesitantly opens his mouth, "I don't mind. I...like it."

Surprised by his confession, you blink several times before biting your lower lip lightly and nodding.

Rick tries to take in every reaction from you and doesn't take his eyes off you as you take a small step back and ask, "You like it when I touch you?"

He didn't say it verbatim but you hit it well, so he nods, "Yeah."

You can practically grab the tension between you and you're tense to the max as you reach out your small hand compared to his large one and nervously place it on his chest, "Like here?"

Rick looks down at your hand and exhales an agonized breath as he thinks of where your hand would look much better.

He can't gauge what you're up to and asks in a raspy voice, "What are you doing?"

Shakily you exhale and let your hand slide feather light to his flat stomach, "I just want to know where to touch you."

The brief time you thought something might have happened to him has pulled the rug out from under you and you're desperate to know how far you can go after he really doesn't seem averse.

You just can't hide the fact that your hand is shaking slightly, and Rick takes a quick look around. When he doesn't spot anyone in the immediate vicinity, he takes your hand from his stomach and pulls you behind him into a small room nearby.

You stumble after him and are gently pushed against the door by him before he says softly, "You don't have to worry about me leaving and whatever short-circuit reaction you had earlier, just forget about it."

Now you realize that he didn't bring you here to fuck you, but so that he wouldn't have to tell you to get him out of your head in front of any witnesses.

You're thankful that there are no windows in the room and therefore it's so dark that he can't see your cheeks, which are flushed with shame.

You could have sworn that he really enjoyed your closeness, so you murmur shamefully, "If you don't want me to touch you, please let me go."

At that moment, you just want to be as far away from him as possible, but he blocks you with his body and growls softly, "You've got me all wrong. Shit, I'd give a lot to have you jerk me off, but I shouldn't want that."

Immediately he notices you stiffen and regrets his unfiltered words, but before he can salvage what needs to be salvaged, you purposefully place your hand on his belt, "I'm curious about the explanation of why you shouldn't want me to shove my hand down your pants right now, though."

At your words, Rick shifts toward your hand more out of reflex than intent and sighs softly, "What are you, 20? 21? It just feels dirty to look at you that way and want you."

Rick is teetering along the edge of his self-control as you thoughtfully run the flat of your hand over his belt buckle and lean your head against the door to face him in the dim darkness, "I'm 22."

Confused, he furrows his eyebrows, "What?"

You release your hand from his belt and he already thinks you're going to ask him to make room for you now, but you place your hands on his left and right arm, propped up next to your head, and slowly travel up his forearms to his strong upper arms and then to his neck to intertwine your fingers in his curls before answering: "You did guess how old I am and that's why I'm telling you I'm 22 and that's why there's nothing wrong with you getting hard thinking about me or fucking me until I can't moan anything but your name, Rick. "

Hearing his name from your lips, escaping you like a soft sigh, makes him moan softly and you know you've got him almost where you want him, which is why you kick it up a notch and purr, "Don't you want to ruin me? Feel my soft body under your palms and grab me so hard that I'll be walking around marked by you for the next few days. I bet you're incredibly turned on by the age difference, and you'd just love to know what it's like to be so deep inside me that I can't think straight, wouldn't you?"

You can see exactly when he's caving in and can't hold back anymore. It's just a slight change in his eyes and you know you're getting what you wanted when he leans in slightly and growls, "You want it hard?"

Your heart hammers in your chest as you bring out hoarsely, "Yes, please."

The door presses coldly against your back as he bridges the small distance and presses his lips firmly to yours and you close your eyes, fluttering.

It's been a while since you've kissed a man, but I guess it's like never forgetting how to ride a bike. Intuitively, you know what to do and push up on your toes so Rick doesn't have to lean down so far.

The kiss is hard and passionate, as if Rick is putting all of his desire that has been building up over all this time into the kiss and you are trying to show him that as well.

Because he's still not really touching you and is still leaning against the door behind you, you take advantage of the moment and press yourself firmly against him, then turn him so that he's leaning against the door with his broad back and looks down at you in surprise.

Rick has never thought of you as a weak woman, of course you are physically inferior to him, but that has never prevented you from standing up to him, but the fact that you suddenly take control in the foreplay surprises him, even though he should perhaps have expected it after your little speech earlier.

He can't take his eyes off you as you move your small hands from his neck to his chest and you slowly lower yourself to your knees in front of him.

You feel his irregular heartbeat under your palms before you continue to look into his beautiful blue eyes and your hands come to rest on his belt buckle again.

Slowly you pull the belt out of the buckle and pull his pants including boxers to just below his hipbones to breathe a light kiss on them.

The light and innocent touch of your lips so close to his twitching cock almost makes Rick lose control and he reaches into your hair, making you laugh softly, "Is this how you imagined it?"

Rick's head falls forward a little, causing some curls to hang in his face as he brings out in a clenched voice, "Better than I imagined."

Gently, you pull his pants completely off, trying not to swallow hard when you see how big he actually is, licking your lips instead to get ready.

Your eyes are focused on the task in front of you, but you can feel Rick's eyes boring into your face.

The trembling in his hands also gives him away: he wants you a lot more than he'd admit.

As he watches you take him inch by inch in your mouth, he really has to pull himself together not to fuck you in the mouth until tears would be in your eyes.

The image of you on your knees in front of him drills into his memory and he knows very well that he will never be able to think of anything other than your warm wet mouth the next time he jerks himself off.

Gently you do what you think is right and elicit a rough moan from Rick.

As you look up, his head leans against the door behind him and his hands push you further toward him at the back of your head that you take more than before into your mouth.

It gives you pure satisfaction that you can make him moan your name and press your legs together to help yourself somehow as well.

Your hands move to his strong thighs and your eyes fall closed as you think of his thighs being squeezed between yours.

Briefly, you are blown away as Rick grabs you tighter by your hair and forces you to let go of him and lets him pull you up.

Swaying, you stand in front of him and his hot gaze lingers on your swollen lips, "Do you want me?"

Without hesitation, you nod your head vigorously and he pulls your head back towards him and kisses you on the lips.

Everything that has been fades into the background for Rick and he slowly pushes you further and further back.

He grabs your thighs and moans, "Jump."

You do as he asks and wrap your legs around his narrow waist.

Without breaking the kiss, he carries you to a small table in a corner and gently lowers you onto it before reaching for your waistband and you wordlessly lift your hips so he can remove your pants and panties.

Your whole body trembles as his warm hands glide over your bare skin and he can't believe you are responding to him like this.

You feel so small and soft in his hands, and in all his life he's felt this way about a woman as the moment your hands move to the buttons of his shirt and you undo one button at a time.

As you reach the bottom, he brushes the shirt off his shoulders and leans forward slightly to whisper in your ear, "Spread your legs for me."

As confident and cocky as you were before, it's all gone now and you whimper softly as the cold air brushes your damp center as you open your thighs for him to stand between.

His body seems so wide and masculine between your legs, making you feel fragile at the way he towers over you.

You must be looking at him in a certain way, because he tilts his head slightly and asks, "Is something wrong?"

He snaps you out of your thoughts and you ask hoarsely, "What?"

His big warm hands come to rest on your thighs as he says, "You're looking at me in a very unusual way."

He does speak to you, but as he does, he lets his hands move higher and higher and every thought in your head becomes absorbent cotton, causing you to speak too freely, "You're so...manly."

His right hand moves between your legs and he laughs, "Manly?"

You realize how ridiculous it sounds, but his fingers play lightly at the dampness between your legs and because of that, you just nod and push your hips toward him for more.

Shivering, you close your eyes and whimper softly, "Yeah, is one reason why I'm so...attracted to you."

"Hmmm." His head lowers a little to your face, "I'll just take that as a compliment now."

Your lips part to say something back, but at that exact moment he slides a finger inside you and your forehead falls to his shoulder.

That's all he does, and you sigh shakily, "Please."

His touch is killing you, but it's still just not enough.

You notice how his chest rises and falls before he growls, "Isn't it enough?"

Greedily, you wrap your arms around his neck and move closer, "God, no. More, please."

Gently, he pulls his finger back a little and then slides a second one inside you with it. The stretch makes you see stars at first and he murmurs, "If you ask me so sweetly."

Finally, he moves his fingers just as you need them to and cradles your hips further against his hand.

The hand that is free he places on your neck and presses your face firmly against him.

Your lips are pressed against his neck as a result and you take the opportunity to suck on it.

You lick over his pulse and you quickly realize that the hotter you make him, the more intensely he fingers you.

Extremely questionable sounds slip over your lips and he presses your face even tighter against him as he gasps, "That's good. Your pussy is so wet and all this just for me."

His name slips from your lips and you realize you're just one move away from cumming on his fingers, but right then he pulls them out and pulls you away from him by the nape of your neck.

Speechless, you stare at him, unable to believe that he has denied you your orgasm, especially as he looks down at you with extreme satisfaction and smiles cockily, "Is there a problem?"

Your lips open and close again and again before you choke out, "You can't just stop."

He lifts his hand, licks his fingers, and grins, "And how I can."

Briefly, your gaze slides to his neck on which the mark you gave him is already visible before you push your bottom lip forward far too tearfully and he immediately stares at your pout.

Before you can say anything else, he leans forward and presses his mouth hard on yours.

He takes you completely and you no longer know where is above and below.

The surface beneath you must already be glistening with moisture as he softly breathes against your lips, "I want you to cum on my cock. That's why I stopped."

His way of talking to you is new and fucking exciting and you can only whimper softly at his crude words.

Rick sees every reaction you have to his words and really has to hold back as he pulls you to the edge as gently as he can and wraps his warm hands around your thighs to wrap around his bare hips before whispering, "You think you can stay like this?"

Your eyes mirror the joyful gleam of his own, and in response you pull him further toward you with your legs so that you feel his cock right at your entrance and your insides tighten around nothing.

Rick can only hope that you don't realize how blatant you are turning him on and how many times he has imagined completely sinking into you.

Perhaps a little too impatiently, he places a hand in the small of your back and moans as he thrusts into you in his fluid motion, "This is so fucking hot."

Never has a man filled you as much as Rick does at this moment, and you stare at him with huge eyes as he takes a shaky breath, unable to believe that he actually desires you like this.

Without much thought, you pull his face to you by the nape of his neck and kiss him blindly with desire.

Rick takes it as permission to finally move inside you like he's always wanted and thrusts into you one more time, only harder and much more desperate.

You are both unable to kiss anymore, so he just presses his nose against yours and swallows every whimper and moan from you.

Your legs are wrapped convulsively around his waist and the closer Rick gets to his own release, the bolder he feels.

The thought of coming right inside you and marking you as his shouldn't feel as good as it does to him right now.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he feels so incredibly guilty about fucking a young woman like you senseless, because that's exactly what he's holding in his arms right now.

You're so close to your orgasm that you can barely hold yourself up and keep begging him to take you harder and telling him how good he feels.

You're practically hanging in his arms and he realizes how his heart skips a beat at the sight of you. How you give yourself completely to him and trust him.

It goes beyond the purely physical and before he can think about it further, he presses a heated kiss on your lips and gasps harshly, "Do you realize how deep I am inside you. I'd love to stay right there forever."

The control of your words slips away and you whimper, "Then do it."

You're not even really aware of your words, but Rick perceives them correctly and wouldn't have thought that those very words would make him twitch inside of you and he quickly reaches between you.

It only takes a brief touch to make you come around him, giving him his end.

Never in his life has Rick come so quickly and violently as he has inside you, and never has he felt the need to hold the woman in his arms afterwards and stroke the sweaty strands of her hair.

You're the first.

You feel like your body is no longer obeying you as you lie limp and deeply satisfied in Rick's arms, taking in his smell of wood and the soap he uses.

His body is so nice and wide and it feels like he can protect you from anything and everything.

Rick's eyes are locked on you and as forbidden and dirty as it may have felt, he doesn't regret it one bit.

Especially since he doesn't even want to imagine how you would experience it with another man than him.

Just the thought that another man could touch you the way he touched you makes him sick and at that moment it clicks in his head.

Now he can feel guilty because it's not just a physical thing for him. Not just sex.

He has a crush on a woman who could be his daughter.

Involuntarily, a "fuck" slips from his lips and you murmur softly against his chest, "What is it?"

At your soft and satisfied voice, his heart skips a beat again and he knows he's really fucked.

@positive-squid @hail-yourselves @mrsxreeves

#rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes smut #rick grimes imagine #twd #twd x reader #the walking dead #request

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This may be specific but I also think it would be kind of cute

Okay so Eyeless Jack x reader who is like pretty intimidating looking and always keeps a stoic expression on and also really tall

Then he gets to know them and it's like "Oh you're not scary, just ✨️traumatised✨️" because they only show emotions to those they trust

Like they will glare at someone who said something mean then be all lovey dovey to Jack but still a little reserved cause they're still new to the whole "wow someone actually loves me"

Could you make 2 versions? One being platonic and the other being romantic (also reader just straight up denying that Jack is insecure cause how could he? He's the definition of perfection in their eyes)

Eyeless Jack x stoic!reader whos sweet to him (?)

i must admit it took me a little while to think of some ideas for this prompt, my apologies for the delay </3 i also wasnt too sure what to title this TToTT but regardless i hope you enjoy this! even through the struggle for ideas, i gotta admit, this idea is adorable esp since i personally write jack to be more self loathing mainly written as platonic but there is a segment at the end for romantic hcs ! easier than to write two separate full fledged sections!

uhuh light CW for implied SH on ejs part since the admin thinks that while jack is slowly descending into his whole.. demon thing hes physically and mentally fighting with himself to remain lucid; nothing explicitly written but id rather be safe than sorry

honestly i think it might take him a good hot minute to really let you treat him like hes deserving of anything more than a scowl, especially if he sees how you act around other people... because why him, of all people? there are people better for you

yet he doesnt stop you from coming to his cabin in the woods, he doesnt stop you from doing some work around the place so its safer and more habitable for him, he doesnt stop you from patching up his clothing and washing them. why doesnt he stop you? he knows he doesnt deserve it...

he almost hates the way you look at him sometimes, if you look at him with pity. like hes some lost dog needing someone to take care of him

he doesnt need help, hes been doing this whole thing by himself for a long time now and he hasnt needed anyone

and yet

he doesnt push you away when you go in to clean his face after a particularly nasty fight with himself

you even run a warm bath for him

its been so long since hes been warm

i like to think that he tries to seek you out when you dont come to visit him for a few days.. did something happen to you? were you hurt? sick? did someone do something to you? did you move away? where did you go...?

wont ever admit it but i think hes at least a little starved for a connection, sure hes a hermit and he was already closed off before he started turning into this man eating monster, but deep down he still has his human roots in there kicking, and humans thrive on connections... in the truest sense, he needs you. not sexually or carnally or romantically, he just needs someone to talk to him to keep him from going truly mad

finds himself thinking about you more than hed like to admit, even if he doesnt have any romantic feelings for you hes going to beat himself up. he came here to his silly little cabin in the woods to get away from people for everyones sake; only coming out when he needs to 'hunt'

its like befriending a stray cat, i think. they hiss and swipe at first but overtime they try to cuddle up to you if you give them enough time to build up that trust

admin likes to think he has pointed ears, and i think that they would twitch a little if he sees a smile forming on your face...

as for romantics....

i think he would look at where you walked off to, to go home... longing, almost daring himself to go after you or say something because he cant stand spending another night alone in the woods

leaves you gifts, anonymously, but leaving them none the less. if you ask if he was the one who left them hes not going to admit it, you can imply that you know it was him, but he will hold firm in his denial

building off of the ear idea, he totally gives himself away when he starts blushing... he looks like the type to have his blush reach his ears... not too mention the flicks dont make it any less discrete,,,

even he doesnt notice it, but he tries to make excuses for you to stay around longer during hang out sessions, stopping just short of offering to watch the grass grow

i think this would feed into his self loathing, though. in my eyes, jack was dragged into a human sacrifice unwillingly and unknowingly. his life was robbed away from him, he was robbed of ever having a normal life with you... you deserve better, he thinks. very heavy shit, you know? i think it leads to his mental state being even worse than before

god i had intentions of going into this with fluff but this just came out angstier than my middle school ocs TToTT

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Marko W/ A Werewolf Mate

DAVID MICHAEL PAUL DWAYNE

A/N: I FINALLY DID IT! Here’s the final part to the lost boys with a werewolf s/o series. This started last year when I made Paul’s post, and I really didn’t expect me to take so long finishing this💀 sorry to all my marko lovers that his took almost a full year to complete and enjoy:]

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Marko finds you while strolling the boardwalk

He had separated from the boys in order to steal pick up some new paints

He’s a little disappointed that you’re a werewolf for 3 reasons

He thinks the idea of turning his mate and “corrupting” them is pretty hot

It’s easier to understand his mate’s emotions and feelings if they are eventually the same species as him

He’s been told since the day he was turned that werewolves hate vampires and now he’s scared you’ll reject him for it

But he doesn’t let it stop him from overall being excited about finding you

It’s been a couple decades since he got a new mate and he’s extremely curious what your personality is like

Will you be like any of his current mates? Or maybe something entirely new?

Marko’s mainly just hoping for someone who can keep up with his shananigans

Pauls fun to cause mayhem with but he’s also clumsy as fuck and normally they end up kicked off the boardwalk

At least until they can eat the guard who bands them

While Marko is still thinking of all the possibilities, you manage to catch his scent

Immediately you start running towards him

He notices you and starts to greet you

But Paul caught your scent, and wanted to protect his boy

He ends up tackling you into an alley and holding you down

Paul keeps asking you why you were trying to attack Marko but doesn’t trust you when you say he’s your mate

Well at least until Marko throws him off of you

It’s safe to say it wasn’t the first meeting either of you expected

But once everything got sorted out, and Paul gave an embarrassed apology, it ended up okay

Paul left to tell David and Dwayne what was going on, so you and Marko got to talking

He asked you to help him get the paints, and with the extra help, he also got a new sketchbook and some markers

With your supernatural speeds the two of you manage to out run the security guards and end up hiding under the dock, huddling together in order to avoid being seen through the cracks

He looks at you and breaks out into laughter, as quiet as he could, until you can’t contain your own laughter

Both of you whisper about the successful haul, until the giggles naturally die off

Staring at each other without speaking, you take in the other’s scents again

After the moment passes Marko has an idea

He smirks quickly before stuffing the stuff into his “shopping” bag and pulling you by the hand

Together you flee the boardwalk and don’t stop until you’re about 50 ft into the woods near the cave

You ask him what he’s doing and he tells you to listen to the noises around

Focusing as hard as possible, you notice a couple things: rushing water from the creek, an owl on the hunt, various animals walking, and finally, a group of ppl laughing near a camp fire

He proposes a challenge, first one to get a kill gets to make the first move

You chuckle at the idea but end up agreeing, shifting into your wolf form and darting towards the group

Marko is a bit in awe of your transformation

He had never seen anything like it

He doesn’t let himself fixate on it for too long long bc he realizes that now you’ve had a head start

Going as fast as he can, Marko gets to the campsite just in time to see you pounce

“Fuck!” He lets out a playful sigh as he helps take out the group, making sure there isn’t any stragglers

He fakes annoyance as you shift back, gloating about your victory

Marko is about to respond when you lean in and kiss him

He pulls away after a few seconds and you guys spend the rest of the night joking and getting familiar, eventually going back to the cave and meeting the others

Date nights for you two tend to involve some kind of scheme or murder

You pretending to be a dog and luring ppl into the woods to kill, testing each others abilities and seeing who’s better at certain things, messing with the rest of the pack, etc.

Marko also loves to play fight, so thank god you both have advanced healing

The full moon tends to make you more playful and increase your sex drive, and Marko is more than okay with both of those things

The only time Marko is gentle with you is the night after a full moon, when you’re dazed and tired from the heightened emotions and sensations you experience

But he’s right back to his normal self as soon as your better

After a couple years he starts getting sad about your mortality, so you both go to Dwayne for help

He figures out the rituals and items you need, and you and Marko set off to complete them

If you thought Marko was a sadist before, well you’re in for a shock now that you’re not a risk of death

He likes to howl at the moon with you at night, even though he doesn’t fully understand why you like it so much

He wanted to know if you play fetch since he met you, but didn’t know if that was a rude question to ask or not

He goes to the boys for advice on how to ask you but David just gets up and asks you right then

Now it’s a game yall play as a group

After a hunt they take a limb and throw it as hard as they can

If Marko is trying to hide something from you, like a gift or a conversation, he tends to throw things in the opposite direction

Your instincts are to immediately go get it

After the 3rd or 4th toss you figure it out and manage to stop chasing it though

He also thinks it’s funny to jokingly call you “bad dog/good dog” at random times and laugh when you give him a dirty look and growl

Marko doesn’t think it’s as funny when you bury his things in retaliation

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Turtle Doves | Joel Miller

Part Eleven

Chapter Directory

Series Summary: In which two broken souls connect so deeply, that if one should perish, the other would surely die of a broken heart. (slow burn, timeline changes. After TLOU1, before TLOU2, assumed knowledge of infected, uses elements from both show and game)

Series Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, death, and sexual content.

Also cross-posted on Wattpad and AO3. Link to my masterlist for everything else I’ve posted!

"I don't feel right dragging you into these things. We got lucky the past two times but sooner or later luck runs out."

After walking several miles in the heat, Joel eventually finds a shaded spot for us to take a break. He puts his things down and walks off, leaving me by myself. Without thinking about my actions, I put my bag down and sit, bringing my knees up to my chest. What I should be doing is ripping the map out of my bag and taking note of where the other stars are located, but I can't seem to make my arms move.

A small part of my mind thinks I'm overreacting. At the end of the day, nothing happened to me, they weren't able to fulfill their twisted plans. But I can't seem to shake the ghostly feeling of the man's hands on my hips, the feeling of him trying to get my pants off. My chest can still feel the man on top of me, holding me hostage against the floor. Is this what the children felt before they were murdered? The thought of children experiencing, to a harsher extent, what I just did is an unbearable thought.

Joel walks back to me and wipes his hands on his pants. From my peripheral I can see him look down at me, but he doesn't say anything. Truthfully, there are no words he could say that would break my mind out of this foggy trance. It's almost surreal to think about what could have happened if Joel wasn't there to save me. As the thought dawns on me, I look up to him. I see dried blood on his hands and some splattered on his shirt.

I know I should be thanking him vehemently right now, but it's as if my mouth has been sewn shut. My body has weirdly shut down on me, maybe as some sort of stress response or something. His eyes tear away from me and he puts his bag on his back, probably wanting to keep going. We still have a few more hours of sunlight left and we need to make the most of it. Staying out here in the open at night is not a situation I want to be in. So I force myself up and put my bag back on my shoulders.

Our boots crunch the small pebbles on the pavement as the two of us move forward. Typically, during these bouts of silence my mind is on the killers, but only the recurring images of the men back at the town are found. With each step I try to work through the thoughts, knowing I can't allow myself to be stuck in this state of mind forever.

When I left Boston I knew that people like them were out here. I guess a delusional part of me just never thought I'd actually encounter them. It's obvious to me now that I had been completely ignorant and naive when I decided to go to Omaha. Had Joel not been there with me, I likely would have died in that town. And this trip would have been made in vain.

Instead of dwelling on what could have been, I guess I should be thankful that it ended when it did. Some people don't get as lucky as I did, if luck is really the right word to describe the situation. Those men are dead now, no longer able to prey upon anyone else who stumbles into their town, and for that I am thankful.

Joel and I walk until the sun begins setting and we find ourselves in a less-than-ideal spot. There are really no places to hunker down for the night, no houses or businesses for miles. We're passing through a part of the country that's mainly taken up by forest. By the time we find somewhere to call it a night, the moon is fully up in the sky.

There's a small campground tucked away in some trees, I can make out the silhouettes of campers through the woods. My hearing becomes hyper-aware of the surroundings, listening for any infected, or people, that may be watching us. Snapping twigs and branches are the only sounds I can hear, but that doesn't stop me from being paranoid.

We choose an average-looking camper on the outskirts and make sure it's clear before we take our bags off our backs for the night. It's arguably one of my favorite parts of the day. The camper is a plain beige in color, but alike other buildings, is now adorned with vined plants. There's a small fire pit in front of it, surrounded by run-down chairs, but it's more than enough for me.

Joel lets me in the camper as he goes about trying to find firewood. Out in the middle of nowhere it's probably safe to start a fire. Sure, there's still some risk but it's not nearly as high as it would be near a town. While he goes off to do that, I place my bag on the floor in front of the pull-out bed. There's only one bed in the camper, and I know I'm going to give it to Joel. It's quite literally the very least I can do for him, and I feel guilty for staying silent all day now that I've had time to process what happened in town.

While Joel is gone, I take the time to clean up the bed for him. I strip the old sheets from the mattress and rummage around until I find a clean set up in one of the cupboards. They're a nice airy linen and I know fresh sheets are hard to come by nowadays. I tuck the corners underneath the mattress, put the new pillow cases on, and smooth out the top sheet. As a finishing touch, I fold the top down to make it look nice for him.

Feeling overly cautious tonight, I wait for him to return before I leave the camper. I hear wood clattering to the ground upon his arrival, he must have found some decent pieces. The camper door squeaks as I exit, and he spares me a glance before constructing the fire. I sit in one of the chairs while he lights the wood, watching as it smokes before catching the flame. He takes his bag inside the camper as well, but comes back only seconds later. Taking a seat across from me, we both stare into the fire.

The flames flicker and dance with shades of orange and yellow, giving us warmth for the chilly night. My eyes glance up to Joel, who's staring at the fire with intensity, like he's deep in thought. I know I've put this off for too long, and I clear my throat to finally break the silence. I'm not sure what I want to say, and a simple thank you seems too mundane for what he did for me. I bite the inside of my cheek and decide to just find the words as I go. He looks up to me, waiting for me to spit something out.

"Um, I want to say thank you for what you did back there." I'm unable to keep eye contact with him, my eyes turn down from his.

"Was nothin'." He casually speaks, his voice gruff from not using it all day. My head shakes back and forth, knowing he's lying.

"No, it wasn't nothing. You've saved my life twice now, and what have I done for you? Got us into situations where we both could've been killed." Guilt lays heavy in my stomach and I start to feel ashamed of myself. Finding some shred of courage, I look back up to him.

"Coulda happened to anyone." He reasons, but I know he's only being polite. I'm not sure why he's being so cordial about it, most people would be furious I almost got them killed. Nervously, I lace my fingers together and pick at the skin next to my thumbnail.

"Maybe so, but I don't feel right dragging you into these things. We got lucky the past two times but sooner or later luck runs out. What I'm trying to say is that I'm giving you an out. You don't have to let me tag along anymore, it's okay. I understand." As the words leave my mouth, I feel stinging tears in my eyes. I'm frustrated with myself for risking this man's life, mad at myself for being so useless. Joel's eyes stare into mine, and I can almost swear he can see into my soul.

"If I left behind everyone who I got into a sticky situation with, I'd have nobody." His words are slow and intentional. A nagging thought eats away at me,

"You have a family to get back to, Joel. Those people miss you, they need you. I don't have anyone waiting for me." The truth hurts when I hear it out loud, and it's like someone has stabbed me through the heart as I put my thoughts into the world. Joel shakes his head, disagreeing with what I'm saying.

"What about James?" I almost laugh at his words, but play it off as a cough and rub my nose.

"James? No. He just keeps me around because I bring in the extra ration cards. I think his wife hates me if I'm being honest." I grimace, knowing that James' wife definitely doesn't like me, and only tolerates me because she too benefits from the pill running.

"He cares about you." Joel's words are unusually soft and genuine. I put my restless hands on my knees and shift my weight around in the chair.

"Well, that may be so, but he's not family. I lost mine ten years ago. But you still have yours, you need to get back to them alive. These days family is the most precious thing to have, and I'll never forgive myself if something happens to you because of me." My throat constricts with emotion, and images of my late husband and precious baby pop in my mind. The tears from earlier fall down my cheeks, and I try to wipe them casually so Joel doesn't see.

The conversation seems to die, the crackling fire fills the air. My chest rattles with a jagged breath and I chew on my bottom lip to keep from losing it all. Joel rubs his hands together and opens his mouth, but closes it. A deep frown has settled on his face, but I don't push him for answers. Instead, I focus my attention down to my hands and pick the hangnail I started earlier. The skin is almost peeled off completely until Joel's voice speaks up.

"What are you going to do after Omaha?" He asks, and it's the last thing I figured he'd ask me. My eyebrows raise slightly and I shrug.

"Probably go back to Boston. There's nothing for me anywhere else." He nods his head and looks back into the fire.

"I meant what I said back by Boston, it's still safer if we travel together. I'm not takin' the out." He says as he stares into the flames. My eyes stare at his face intently, trying to figure out why this man is being so forgiving and kind to me. He owes me no loyalty and in fact, I'm the one who owes him. I owe him more than I can ever repay.

"How far do you have to travel after Omaha?" Curiosity gets the best of me, and I'm taking his newly conversational attitude as an invitation to ask my own questions. He puffs out a breath,

"A while. I'm headed out to Wyoming." He says and I can tell he's withholding some information, which is fine. I know he's likely only doing so to protect his family's whereabouts, and after all, I'm still pretty much a stranger to him. I've only known him for a handful of days.

"That's quite a ways. But I'm sure they'll all be happy to see you again." The thought of having a family to return to makes my heart ache with a longing that I know can never be filled. My fingers grasp the gold chain around my neck, and I see Joel's eyes on the necklace, but he doesn't say anything.

What I wouldn't give to be able to hold my baby one more time. I miss his little hands reaching out for me, begging to be picked up. His laugh that used to carry through the house. And I miss Ryan's touch, his cool and confident nature. I miss the way he used to come home with a dozen colored roses, knowing that even though I was a florist, I still loved being gifted flowers. He would always pick "the most beautiful ones for his most beautiful girl" he always told me. They were the lights of my life, and since that fateful night, my heart has been filled with the ash of the extinguished flame.

Before I can stop them, tears run down my face and I can only hope the darkness of night masks them. How can I possibly be okay with following Joel, putting him at risk, when I know what his stakes are? He probably has his own kid waiting for him, his own wife worried if she'll ever see him again or not. I wish I could make him go so that I'm not a liability.

My sniffling nose gives away that I'm crying and I quickly get up from my spot, not wanting to burden Joel with my own issues. I turn away from him and walk into the woods, but not far enough that I lose sight of the fire. Strained sobs come over me, the stress and sadness of the day all coming down on me at once. Maybe I'm just too fragile to be doing this, maybe I simply am just not strong enough.

I slouch against a tree and put my head in my hands, wiping the tears and rubbing my nose. I haven't cried this much since the first year of the outbreak and here I am, faced with adversity and crumbling under the pressure. It's pathetic, and I hate that I'm not resilient enough to handle things better.

Once my tears dry I decide to just stay out here in the tranquil woods for a little longer. While I sit here, I try to prepare myself for Joel going back on his word, saying that he's going to be taking the out after all. Maybe he mulled over my words and realized that I am right, that he needs to get rid of me and get back to his family. I wouldn't blame him in the slightest.

After a while I notice the flame of the fire dying out, and so I force myself to get up and go back, no matter how humiliating it is. My boots stomp down the overgrown vegetation as I return and luckily there's still a small flame going. Joel's leaning up against the camper, his arms crossed over his chest. He hears me walking and looks over.

"I'll stay out here for the night to keep watch. There's um, I saw a pull-out bed in there." My hand gestures towards the camper, insinuating that I want him to take it. His eyes narrow and his head shakes,

"No that's okay, I can take watch." He says and I can't help but feel anger rise in me. I take a breath,

"No, I want you to take it. Please, take it. You saved me from the infected, you saved me from those men back there. It's the least I can do and doesn't even begin to repay what you've done. So please, take it." My voice is strained, and it comes out harsher than I intend it to. I drop my hand back down to my side and return to my seat by the fire pit, the smoke burning my lungs as I deeply breathe it in.

"You don't owe me anything." His words cause me to no longer be able to bite my tongue and all of my pent up emotions pour out,

"Joel, I swear if you fight me on one more damn thing I say I'm going to lose my fucking mind. Please, take the bed. This is something I can actually do for you, so please, let me." My voice is full of finality. I stare at him with wide eyes until he finally moves, and thankfully he doesn't fight me. Instead, he turns and opens the camper door, retreating inside for the night.

With a huff, I turn around in my seat and run a hand over my face before I toss another log onto the fire. I curl up in the seat and hug my knees close to me, resting my chin on my kneecaps.

Tonight my thoughts are occupied with Joel and where we go from here. It's clear that he's not going to leave, he's stubborn as hell about staying true to his word. Deep down I know I'm far too inadequate to be making this trip, but I can't be the reason he never returns to his family. The sadness from earlier morphs into resolve, and I promise myself to be stronger and smarter. For Joel, his family, and for the children I'm seeking to avenge.

The start of this journey shows me that I have to become tougher to survive this. This world is not for the weak, and right now I am weak. My time in Boston gave me the illusion that I was tough because I was able to smuggle pills and stand up to men I know wouldn't have touched me. But out here, I have no guarantees of safety anymore. The QZ is a playground in comparison.

Throughout the night I have to keep getting up and walking around to keep myself awake. The warmth of the fire invites me to fall asleep, but I can't. I promised Joel that I would stay up, and I can't go breaking my promises to him. I'd be lying if I said my eyelids weren't heavy, in fact, I think they weight about twenty pounds each now. At one point, I find myself smacking my cheeks to stay alert. The sounds of owls and crickets in the night doesn't help my cause. I'm stuck in the most picturesque place to sleep but am not allowed to indulge.

After hours and hours of keeping myself awake, I hear the morning birds start singing their songs and the warm glow of the morning sun can be seen. I slouch down in my seat, happy that the morning is finally rolling around. However, my happiness is short lived as I realize we still have to walk all day long.

The door of the camper opens and my head whips around to see Joel walking out, his wavy brown hair tousled from his restful night. He rubs his eyes and yawns as he comes to the fire pit, and I find myself yawning right after him. He's up earlier than I thought he would be, but I'm not complaining, it got lonely out here after a while.

I stretch my legs out in front of me and look over to Joel, who's taken the seat next to me. His face still looks like he's half asleep as he blankly stares at the dying fire in front of us.

"Go on and get some sleep." His deep, raspy morning voice says. A faint blush finds its way on my face at the tone of his voice, but I quickly push the thought from my mind.

"We gotta get going though." I say, yawning again. Joel looks to me with an incredulous look on his face.

"Don't fight me on it, just go do it. I'm gonna scout this place for a car, see if I can't get one of 'em started." He says and runs a hand over his face to wake himself up.

"Well I can help you." I offer and he shakes his head and stares at me with an expression that lets me know he's not thrilled I'm arguing with him already. He sighs,

"And you were tellin' me not to fight you." I look away from him. I know he has a point but I don't want to admit it. I shrug my shoulders, my stubborn nature not letting me cave.

"I'm not fighting, I'm offering help." I rebut. His eyebrow raises,

"I'm not tellin' you again. Go get some rest. If I need you, I'll come get you." He says, voice warming up for the day, the deep rasp disappearing as he speaks.

"What if something happens?" I ask, knowing that bad things can happen in the blink of an eye. My tone must tell him I'm not fighting, but instead am genuinely worried.

"Nothing is going to happen. I'm not going far and I keep an eye on my surroundings." He reassures me, and I know he's telling the truth. Well, about him being cautious anyways. He knows how to survive in this world.

Reluctantly, I get up and accept his offer, the thought of sleeping on a mattress is far too tempting. I open the camper door and enter it, seeing our bags placed side by side. The sheets on the bed are rustled and I smile to myself, happy that I was able to do that for him, and I hope he slept well because of it. Taking a few steps across the camper, I crawl onto the bed and sprawl out, thankful for the mattress. Compared to my mattress at the QZ, this is like sleeping on a cloud.

Rolling onto my side, I grab a handful of the sheets and breathe in the freshness. Joel's scent hits my nose, a mix of smoke from the fire and cotton flannel. It's a warm, comforting smell and I close my eyes to appreciate it.

His smell makes me feel safe, it lets me know that he's here and he's watching out for us. The rugged smell lulls me to sleep, and for once I'm not haunted by the images of the murdered children or the ghostly feeling of the men in the town.

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So it worked! Or at least I felt like beeing a whole lot closer to it. The calamity of the moment really seemed to help, although I was pretty confident that the energy was there before aswell.

I wanted more! I wanted to understand it! Although that cute guy, Neill, by the way, was pretty neat, I couldn't help but think of ways to explore my possibilities further. 

And as I ventured ways to do it I came up with an idea. But first, I really needed some time to settle a bit, so after finding some money in my pocket I treated myself with a little breakfast at a Café.

My idea was to go to a sauna. Chill environment, rarely many people. It was perfect! Or at least I hoped so. I frequently went for it ever since I tried it out years ago. So I headed towards the one near my flat, fortunate to have enough money left for it.

At that time it shouldn't be that crowded. Non the less I really felt my nerves going there, scanning each guy walking bye, even some girls, wondering how it'd feel like beeing them and even wondering, if there was others, looking at crotches, pecs, jawlines, movement in a very different way.

When I arrived I almost trembled at the checkin' as if at any point someone could catch me, know, what I was up to. Suddenly every look made me feel like they knew, they could see in my eyes, that I wasn't the guy they we're looking at.

So I was totally in my head when I ended up in the lockers, undressed and put the towel around my hips. Things did really come to me. To do my experiments in private was one thing, to confront myself out and about was on a totally different level. Or at least it felt like that now.

Slowly I got myself steady again. It wasn't as busy at the lockers either, so I found myself standing infront of the mirror, taking the view of that cute boy in for the first time since I left my neighbor so suddenly. He was such an eyesight. How his lean body moved with every breath, jis smooth chest, his probably very cute ass which I didn't examine at that point not to raise extra attention, although probably nobody wpuld have really cared. Or at least not in the way I was worried about.

I took a last inhale before I headed to the sauna area. It wasn't that big as it was mainly a part of the gym, consisting of three dry rooms with various temperatures, a diving pool and a cool down area.

I entered the first room randomly in deep need of just some space to get out of my head. It was empty, so I found a spot and tried to give my mind a rest. With every breath images emerged, bodies, sensations from the last days, weeks even since I found that orb, since I merged with it so intuitively as if my body was waiting for it, my soul, my self.

I got calmer, focused on my breath, the heat, ion the sweat building up on my body, that boyish body that wasn't that far from my own.

Eventually I circled back to my original plan. I felt ready. So I got up, out of the empty room, heading to the others. The locker room, as far as I could tell through the frosted glass doors, still wasn't that busy. But when I peaked into the tjird room there was somebody lying on the upper of three levels.

When I entered, I saw an older, daddyish guy, relaxing with closed eyes. His moderately hairy body really was quite well in shape, his front leg up so I couldn't see his otherwise uncovered manhood.

After a moment of entrance I devicided to sit right infront of him. This moment was as good as any.

So I sat down, tried to collect myself, trying to remember the feeling I had back infront of the couch. I started breathing deeper, my hands on my thighs, closed my eyes and focused on my body, my breath, the heat, the drops of sweat running along my skin.

But as soon as I started to feel myself stronger, I felt motion behind me.

It was the guy, bringing himself in an upright position. I looked up, nodded. And he repliedcbefore he got up to leave.

Well, bad timing, I thought. So I stayed. If it was the fact that I sat directly infront of him in an empty sauna, it would help following anyway.

I stayed calm, injoyed the heat, waited for my turn. And after a while, the door opened again. A lanky dude entered, longish hair. Why not, I thought.

He positioned himself across the small room, put his towel on the middle level and layed down. An opportunity as good as any.

So I focused again. This time noticably quicker, looked up once to see the guy closing his eyes.

Warmth, sweat, breathing in and out, my pulsing heart, the lifting chest. And there it was, small bzt noticable, that soecial kind of warmth, of energy, growing, expanding. And I was taking my time, trying to contain the rush, even expanding tome, space for it to develop naturally. And it did! Grew into my head, spreading tongle all across my body, making me almost dizzy.

But as soon as I felt it almost ready, almost burting through my chest I teared my eyes open, my pulse raising, my breath getting heavy, my mind screaming for help!

This is too much! My body, that body, I had to get out! So I grabbed my towel, pushed me up from the seat and rushed to the door, peering to that guy.

It was so close! That energy felt so strong! And I stumbled out, across the room towards the lockers without thinking, opening the door, already feeling better out of the heat, still feeling that glow in my chest, and as my eyes caught the sight of someone standing infront of the lockers my hand dove into my chest to return in sight with that glowing orb, headlessly aimong for that person, hand forst until I lost my conciousness...

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My head pulsed when I returned, feeling tense, sitting on a bench. I lifted my hand to my forehead. It felt different, that I noticed right away, just before I realised something sitting on top of it. I opemed my eyes to see girthy thighs. Definately not the ones from cute Neill.

I looked around. Where was he! Still dizzy it took a moment until I saw him right besides me on the floor.

"Oh shit" I worried before going down to him.

"Are you OK!?"

Images of my own body appeared immediately. Not again! I felt his head. No blood. Felt his chest. It seemed to move.

Every inch of me begged for him to be ok. This sweet, pleasant boy! Enough that I took advantage of him!

I got closer, resting on my knees, turning him onto my thighs, covering his intimates with the towel he was still holding on to.

"He, talk to me" I gently stated, noticing my new, deeper voice. What body had I ended up in? I couldn't really make it out as I was hardly able to find my way before. The thighs though looked pretty promising.

But enough of that, I commanded myself. That boy needed to be save! I really couldn't bare it if I had caused any harm on him.

"Neill!" I spoke again, hardly aware of the fact, that knowing his name could really cause irritation. But whatever! He probably wasn't aware of anything anyways.

Then... a twitch on his eyes. This time, I kept myself from saying hus name again.

"Where..."

"Are you ok?"

He opened his eyes.

"I guess so" he replied faintly. "Who... "

"You just bursted out from that door!" I stated truthfully. But keeping myself out of this instantly made me feel the guilt, that I had. But what was I supposed to do. It wouldn't help anybody in any way.

I tried to help him stand up as he merely managed to keep the towel in place.

"I guess I... was in the sauna" he tried to make sense of all. "Puh... it really must have gotten into my head"

"Seems like it" I confirmed, relieved, that it seemed to start coming together for him. Or at least I hoped. "Better sit down for now"

It really felt awful to see him like that and made me think of my neighbour, and the guy on the beach... how did all of that affect them?

I turned to the locker, trying to act normal. Was that guy arriving or leaving? I just now realized that I only wore a cap and some pretty short shorts. The look down also revealed what appeared to be a beast of a body.

I grabbed the phone I saw in the open locker. No lock. What a relieve.

"See u at 10" I noticed a message. Seems like he just arrived.

But I didn't feel like seeing anybody like that at all. Plus I really craved seeing what body I ended up in. So I looked for a mirror and headed towards it after a quick check on the other guy. He still sat on the bench behind me, looking pretty wrecked but quite ok other than that.

So I went for the mirror. And what a sight it granted. The guy I literally crashed into was a hell of a beast, forcing a big chuckle to raise on his angled jawline.

"Not bad at all!" I let his voice sound again, feeling his neatly trimmed beard, marveling at his hefty pumped arm while moving it.

I couldn't help but snap a pic with his phone when I noticed Neill trying to get up.

I rushed towards him "Easy man! Don't overdo it! You really seem pretty challenged"

"All good. I already feel better" he stated, keeping his hand on the forehand while still having trouble keeping himself umright.

"Maybe you should lay down" I suggested, already starting to get him towards the door to the sauna. He didn't fight it so I managed to get him to one of the loungers in the cool down area.

He seemed rather ok there, so I left, not without slight worries, but I convinced myself that he'd be fine...

Next part:

#body a day #prompt #male posession

[emonopolyman]

Where did you go?

Why did you take my simple heart?

VI IS NOSTALGIC OVER HER PAST RELATIONSHIP WITH YOU.

ship : Vi x Fem! reader. Reader is non-descriptive, but mostly uses she/her pronouns.

genre : fluff. slight angst, but mainly just Vi being sad. From Vi's perspective!

synopsis : Violet never loved anyone besides the girl she met freshman year. The girl she dated the whole of university. The girl who left with her heart. Based off the song Angelina by Lizzy McAlpine. I am obsessed with it.

warnings : Angst. Violet does not express any emotional vulnerability. Reader is smart.

authors note : First try, please give me some feedback xx. I really tried to keep reader's looks outta question because I know some people express feeling unable to see themselves in fics when the reader is described as blushing or such! I'm always open to tips and idea!

The somber voice which held in the air echoed throughout Violet’s head, her eyes shifting over the people walking past as if evaluating for any resemblance of you in them. She found none.

 It was evident to anyone that the past year had been rough on the girl, her back hunched as she narrowed her eyes with grimace at anyone who dared study her. She hated the thought of being known, of knowing. She couldn't move on, not when that night was still so clear in her head.

It was freshman year in college, somewhere between taking classes and trying not to fail exams Violet found herself at a loud party. Her hands moved to the bridge of her nose, the early signs of a headache cloud her eyes. She knew this was a bad idea, but she came still- no one to blame but herself. She didn’t even come to make friends because she knew her appearance was too intimidating; instead she focused on the way the bass rocked the floor and how people moved around the large area sloppily as the night continued. 

 It was way past midnight when she found her way onto the patio, leaning against the deep colored wood as she took a deep breath trying not to take notice of the deafening music being pushed through the house's thin doors. 

 She let out a small sigh, tucking her head into her chest. “The music’s shit.” She heard the voice before she even saw the face, it was coated in alcohol and calmness making Violet shoot her head towards the sound.

 It wasn’t even special at the time, you sitting on the small patio chair as her eyes adjusted to your face, but that moment warped her life forever.

It wasn’t that you two were in love, it was that she was enamored. If it was how easily you carried yourself, or how you seemed to say the perfect things whenever she needed it. Slowly, her mind was consumed by you- even as she continued to mess around with other girls she always found some way to relate each person to you.

If it was your laughter, or how you stitched your eyebrows together when working, or even the clothes you found comfort in wearing. She knew you only saw her as a friend, but her mind couldn’t help but run. The way your fingers would linger over hers, or the way you would always help every bug you stumbled upon; gushing about how they weren’t as scary as we probably were to them. You were kind, and consistent- she knew that when she walked through the double door of that same party house she could easily find you hidden in the garden staring at the stars.

As Vi turned the corner, she studied the cafe before pulling out the first chair she found. The table was small and held only an ashtray and a dying rosemary plant. As quickly as she had sat down in the woven chair, a server came over handing a menu before Vi ushered her that she would only have a water for now; her mind was too full of nostalgia to read the words alongside deciding what drink she would want.

 “Why do you always come to these things?” Your voice broke the muffled silence, “All you ever do is sit here with me.” It was mid autumn, and the party season had yet to peak again as the second year of college rang in. Vi’s hand’s flexed against the patio’s chair where the ingrained motions of picking had already begun to show signaling how many times this exact situation had repeated throughout the last year. 

 Autumn wasn’t always sweet to Vi, with the sudden gust of chill and the way the temperatures could change so drastically; she had spent everyday throughout the week waiting to see you on that Saturday night, to talk to you, to look at you. “I don’t know,” Vi shook her head, her eyes flickering between the wood under her hand and your face. “It’s just nice, I guess.” She knew it was nice, she knew she looked forward to this. She didn’t know what kind of control you had over her, but everything about you made her stutter and smile like a teenage girl. 

 “Laurie thinks you have a crush on me.” You said, innocently, as your eyes fluttered to the face next to yours. She hadn’t looked at you in a minute, processing her own movements carefully.

 Vi let out a chuckle, looking up at you finally; blue eyes shifting in the moonlight. “He never knows when to keep his mouth shut, does he?” She said, smiling a toothy grin.

 “Is it true?” Your eyes studied her face, seeing as her gaze fell down before she spoke once more.

 “What’s true?”

 “Do you have a crush on me?” You spoke, and suddenly Violet's throat felt dry and she felt childish for even thinking that she stood a chance. She cursed everything about herself. The way she liked girls, the way she liked you. Everything. 

 “I- wha-” Without even saying her reply, you cupped her jaw moving your body over both of the woven chairs. It felt like heaven, feeling your lips on hers as her body softened into the movement, her hands moving to hold your cheek, leaving her nervous fidgeting behind as she felt her body revel in the new feeling she had found. 

 You pulled back, she felt empty. You let out a steady breathe, and Vi could feel her cheeks heat at how you seemed to loose yourself for a second before talking again. “Vi, I like you alo-” You didn’t even finish your admittance of feelings before her lips were back on yours, mind finally processing what had just happened. You smiled into the kiss, and she felt her mind lose itself.

 Two years, she had given two years to your relationship. Another year of friendship before that. She felt like some prank was being played on her, with the way you tucked your fingers behind her jaw as you kissed her in celebration. Vi’s eyes were pushed open, trying to decipher the emotion she felt.

 You held the letter that risked everything, that risked your whole relationship. She knew how much you wanted this, and now she had the answer. She would choose the adventure, the internship. 

 You pulled from the kiss, waving the letter around in the air as you began to mock kissing it. Were you mocking her? Her eyes were awake, her mind was rambling. She felt fooled, she felt like she was in high school again. She felt like she had been dating a girl for two years straight only to be told that it was all a prank at the moment she felt complete, only she knew she was overreacting. She knew you weren’t breaking up with her. She knew that you were just happy. But that broke her.

 Her face moved into auto-play, as she mocked a smile and moved to hold your hands. “When will you go?” She asked, trying not to sound different. She tried. 

 “October!” You smiled, moving to kiss her cheek as you danced around the flat. October, autumn. 

 When you had left her, she knew it wasn’t a goodbye. The way the sweater hugged you as you pulled alongside the suitcase, waving a sweet see-you-later to your girlfriend. It was like watching your life slip, if Violet was dead she would have not known it yet- her mind was replaying that moment for weeks after.

 The way you moved so easily, and how quickly you turned your back as you entered the gate. How you held the pamphlet in your hands, mocking how much you were to live without her. For seven weeks, four days and thirteen hours Violet held onto that life with you until she couldn't remember your voice anymore, until she found your letters slowing to an end, till she felt as if she truly lost you.

Then she tried to move on. Tried.

She rocked back in the cafe chair, letting the cooling water chill her warm body. Summer wasn’t nice in Piltover. Her head ached slightly from last night's drinking, as her mind swarmed. Were the glasses too overkill, was it obvious she had only woken up an hour ago? Her fingers moved to pinch the wooden arm-rest, carving her anxieties into the material. 

 Her leg bounced, her eyes scanned the area. You mocked her. In every person she saw you. In every bartender, and drunken one night stand. In every bouncer, and every person who fed the cats at a cafe. She saw you, like a ghost- mimicking and mocking her every move. You were taunting her, making her mind run wild with the idea of you. She didn't realize until now how many people she liked because of you. You, it was all because of you.

Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. “Violet!’ Your voice broke the muffled silence of her head, her eyes moved up to the street seeing as your arm waved with a smile pressed onto your face. Fuck, you.

@ emonopolyman 2023

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[morwap]

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

switch!eddie munson x switch!fem!reader | mini fic | NAV |

oral and fingering f!receiving, talk of p in v and not finishing, masturbating , bsf!eddie turning to bsf!fwb!eddie, public/in work space, hair pulling, m!jerking off,

walking in late to the music store you started working at not too long ago, a job you found magically when your mom said to get a job or get your ass to college, then taking the idea to work there to your best friend, eddie munson. mainly doing it because you didnt want to work there with no friends and who would be better than eddie to work at a music shop? no one absolutely no one.

seeing eddie at the register checking someone out and trying to sell them some pins for a discounted price. tiredly rubbing your eyes as you went behind the counter and put your bag in the spot you made for it under the counter.

eddie gave up on the pins and handed them their bag and waved them off, spinning around and leaning back against the counter.

“so what had you so late sunshine?” eddie asked, tilting his head a bit before he started tapping his fingers on the wood.

“slept through my alarm” you admitted. it was true, you did over sleep but you wouldn’t have if the guy you had over to help “destress” you actually did the job and not waste your time.

furrowing his brows almost like he didn’t believe you but eventually he shrugged and let the conversation go. hearing a chime from the front of the store bringing yours and eddie’s attention to the few customers that walked in.

it was a busy day which didnt help you one bit, you were still tired and frustrated. you cursed yourself for being excited for your little “date” earlier that day, well you were mainly excited to get off since it had been a while and you both agreed it would be just sex so what else was there to be excited about.

even eddie asked why you were in a rush to get home after your shift and with eddie being your best friend, you told him about the guy that was coming over.

hours passed and customers came and went, luckily none of them were rude and they all just got what they wanted and left.

now it was getting late, yours and eddies shift almost over just 45 minutes left before you could go home and eat dinner, get off on your own, shower then straight to bed.

“didnt you have someone over last night?” eddie asked, you looked over at him as you were folding shirts and putting them in their designated little cubby. eddie was putting some new records the shop got just got last weekend in their designated places.

“yeah i did” you laughed dryly, sighing as you picked up another shirt and started folding it. you could feel eddies eyes on you.

“oh god, what happened?” he asked while not being able to hold in his laughter, knowing it must of been bad to get that reaction out of you.

putting the last shirt away, you walked over to behind the counter and pulled out patches and pins from underneath it. you shook your head and laughed before running your hands down your face.

eddie made his way to the counter, leaning on his elbows on it. “that bad? c’mon you gotta tell me now” eddie whined with a smile.

“it was awful— i mean first he came over like three hours late and it was already like two AM, then after a bit we were making out and then he put his hands in my pants and wasnt even rubbing my clit and i tried to move his hand there but he’d move it back—“ you rambled, leaning on the counter and resting your chin on your palm. “—then when we were actually doing it, he maybe thrusted like three times before he came and pulled out and asked if i came” you huffed.

eddie’s mouth was wide open and eyes big, “you’re kidding” he gasped, running a hand through his hair as he took in your awful night.

you shook your head, “i fucking wish, i just didn’t answer and told him he need to leave and took a shower and went to bed. it sucks because i was really looking forward to hooking up with him after being stressed out all week” you sighed, looking at eddie and seeing a mischievous glint in his eyes and smirk formed on his face.

“you didn’t even get yourself off? that why you’ve been so pent up today?” eddie asked, you nodded sheepishly.

eddie looked back at the door then to you, “what if i go down on you and fix your problem, you know best friends helping each other out” he suggests, moving his hands up with shrug and lifting a brow.

you couldn’t help but laugh, thinking he was joking and there was still a couple minutes till closing.

“im serious, i mean you could call up whatever his fucking name again but i highly doubt he’ll make you cum since he had so much trouble with it the first time” eddie teased and you tried to tell if he was fucking with you or not.

“right now and here?”

“yeah, right now, right here”

“alright, fuck it” you said, nodding a bit.

eddie smiled, turning and walking over to the door and flipping the sign to closed and locking the door before coming back and around the counter to where you were.

you were about to start undoing your jeans but eddie smacked your hands out the way, doing it himself before smashing his lips onto yours. his fingers sliding the zipper down quickly. moving his hand into your pants, over your panties just teasing you with his middle finger.

eddies other hand pushed you to lean back a bit against the counter, french kissing you like there was no tomorrow, like there wasn’t a camera pointed at the two of you. eddie’s jeans growing tighter by the second.

you moaned into his mouth as his fingers put more pressure and moved back and forth a bit on your slit.

soon eddie let you go, taking his hand from your pants and then using both to pull your pants down along with your panties. getting on his knees and looking up at you before moving his hand back to your cunt, swiping through your folds and spreading you wetness around then teasing your entrance and just slightly pushing his finger in.

“starting off my bucket list strong sunshine, been wanting to do this forever” eddie said with a laugh.

“going down your best friend or going down on someone in pubic?” you asked teasingly, your fingers gripping at the edge of the counter.

“both”

his mouth soon went to your cunt, using his tongue to stimulate your clit as his fingers were slowing making their way inside you. moaning when his tongue first made contact, making eddies eyes close as he listened to you.

you tried to be quiet-ish knowing that the back connected to the store next door and the wall weren’t very thick or sound proof.

eddie’s middle finger was moving in and out of you now, he was about to try two fingers as his tongue swirled over your clit which earned a hand full of gasps and swears from you and eddie was fully aware of his aching cock fighting against the tight material of his jeans.

your hand went into eddies hair, pulling out of his face and your fingers laced through it and tugged a bit causing eddie to moan against your clit and try to get you to do it again.

eddies free hand moved down to his own zipper, moving it down and undoing the button. he squeezed his cock over his boxers before putting his hand into his boxers and touching himself.

slipping a second finger into you and sucking on your clit, you pushing his face closer to you. letting your head roll back as the angle made sparks start in your body, the feeling that you’ve been trying to achieve since the beginning of the week and now you were relishing in it. the feeling never fading or being lost then coming back it was staying and getting stronger and you knew part of why it felt so good was because it was eddie that was doing it.

this was like a dream come true since the beginning of your guys friendship you had a crush on him but pushed it down because you didn’t want to make things awkward but now eddie was going down on you, using his mouth and fingers to pleasure you. eddie fucking munson, your best friend.

you tugged on his hair a bit harder than the first time making him moan once again, his tongue moving faster on your and his two fingers were so deep, deeper than you would’ve gotten if he never purposed this idea.

eddie was in bliss, your moans, your taste and the way you pulled on his hair had him high. his hand went faster on his cock, adding more pressure when he got to his tip then going back down, using his own precum to lube up his hand.

you glanced down and noticed eddie was enjoying this just as much as you were, you watching his arm move from moving his hand on his cock. tugging hard on his hair once more and letting your eyes roll back and mouth falling open, knowing you were going to cum soon as they feeling started to build rapidly.

“oh fuck— eddie im cumming” you moaned out, hoping it didnt come out as just a random string of words as you were too focused on actually cumming. eddie’s fingers went faster and so did his tongue, drawing you to the edge and you let go.

a tear slipping from your eye as you came, hard. feeling eddie groan against you as he fucked into his hand faster.

eddies fingers moved out of you and gripped onto your thigh harshly as he moved his cock out of his boxers and came all over the floor. his tongue still moving on your clit and his eyes squeezed shut even harder as he grunted and still tried to lap at you.

his death grip only getting harder as he came, the last of his cum dripping from his slit onto the puddle onto the ground.

his tongue was getting too overstimulating, pulling him off your sensitive clit and his eyes opened, not even realizing he was still going as he was coming down from his high. moving back from your cunt as a string of spit still connected you two.

moving your hand from his hair to his mouth and swiping your thumb over his bottom lip, breaking the string. both of you panting, gazing at each other.

“thank you” you panted, watching eddie’s blush grow a bit darker.

“anytime” he said before putting himself back into his boxers and fixing up his pants.

pulling your underwear up and cringing at the feeling, your house wasn’t far from here at all so you’d survive, then came your jeans and now you wished you wore anything other than jeans.

you crouched down and grabbed napkins and cleaner, wiping up his mess, as he watched you with a smirk.

“i meant it you know, anytime” eddie said with a little nod, his hand coming to rub your arm. you smiled and threw a wadded up clean napkin at him.

“i know you meant it”

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[softpascalito]

Doves & Lights - Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: It's the first time Joel has a Christmas Tree in his house since leaving Austin. Emotions are running high. part 1 (optional) here

Relationships: Joel Miller x Reader WC: 2000 Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Past Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Soft Joel (The Last of Us), Panic Attacks, Established Relationship, Forehead Kisses, Healthy Relationships, Christmas, Christmas Tree, this turned out so sad, Author needs therapy Read on AO3 full advent calendar (updated daily)

notes: y'all i am SO SERIOUS when i say check the tags!! this is really sad and deals with some heavy stuff for joel :( i promise horny stuff will return once i have stopped crying over joel miller.

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He wakes up to a steady dripping noise coming from the bathroom. It only takes a second for him to remember the day before, your shared patrol, the way he snuck his hand down your jeans, leaving your underwear a mess. The same underwear that is now washed and hung over the showerhead, steadily dripping away.

Joel stays like that for a moment, not yet willing to open his eyes. It’s almost calming, hearing something that is so undoubtedly intertwined with you being here, like a warm mattress or a smoldering fireplace. Something that leaves the impression, the reassurance that he is not alone, that you are just out of the door to get some more milk or grab more firewood from the shed.

He feels that way a lot recently. He feels it when a kid leaves a football laying around on the street, he feels it when he passes the window of the small school, decorated with pink and purple butterflies. He feels it when he catches a glimpse of the girl with curly, brown hair walking around town.

It’s so easy to make himself believe that it’s her, that it’s his Sarah, that she was merely away and that she’ll be back in time for dinner. He makes a point not to think about it. Or he tries. Until it all washes over him again.

It’s almost funny, he thinks, how spending a Christmas safe indoors with food and decorations and dinner parties brings back feelings he thought he had buried so deep that he would never be able to reach them again, even if he wanted, even if he tried.

But what is hidden in some deep and dark corner for him seems to be just below the surface for you. It barely seems to take any effort, for you to gather up the things he has kept hidden for so long and take them out, to look at them- and smile.

You’ve seen it. And you’re still fucking smiling at him. He doesn’t understand.

With Christmas only two days away, the town is busy with preparations, everyone seemingly wanting to make it a perfect holiday. Joel couldn’t care less. He’s agreed to dinner plans because he had to and he’s agreed to the tree because you practically blackmailed him with your pretty face. He’s gotten a few presents, snatched up a bottle of nice liquor on a patrol a few weeks ago and is ready to sit through the holiday with a blank expression and occasional small talk. Because he has to, mainly for Ellie’s sake. It’s what he keeps telling himself.

His mind is still on the dreaded dinner when he comes downstairs and is met with the smell of fresh pine. His eyebrows knit together, a frown decorating his face as he turns the corner to the living room.

Joel remembers being stabbed, back at the University. The sight in front of him feels exactly like the piece of wood had, a searing pain, shoved right into his abdomen.

You’re kneeling on the floor next to the tree, a small box with something inside propped up beside you. Joel needs to blink two times before he recognizes that it’s decorations, most of them made out of natural ingredients but a few stray bulbs in between.

It’s different from what he used when he decorated the tree with Sarah. But it’s still close enough.

He’s somewhat aware of the feeling in his chest going from pain to pressure, his lungs seemingly deflating as his throat closes up. He swallows once, twice. He finds that it’s not enough. The lump in his throat is still there. 

Joel wishes the feeling would just go away. He doesn’t want it, never has. It’s been so long. Surely it shouldn’t be hurting as much anymore.

His mind begins to wander, questioning if there is something wrong with him, either his body or his brain. He briefly wonders if he’s dying. The expression on his face is almost completely blank as he stumbles, his shoulder crashing into the doorframe with full force.

It’s the noise that finally makes you turn around. It only takes you a second to register his face, the way his body seems to go more slack with each second. You’re by his side instantly.

“Joel, come here. Lean on me,” you mutter, using your own body to try and prop him up. “Can you hear me?” There isn’t even a twitch of his lips at your words. His eyes seem to be staring into nothing. His breathing is fast, though, and you know that he’s already right in his panic attack.

“Okay, walk with me, yeah? Over here, come on.” A small grunt escapes you as you maneuver the broad man towards the armchair by the window. You drop him carefully, making sure that he’s not just falling over. Then you crouch down in front of him, one hand in his, the other on his knee.

“Joel? It’s me. We’re in Jackson. We’re home. You’re safe.”

You’re not sure yet where his thoughts have taken him- and to be truthful, you don’t really care. You know he has enough bad places in his mind to last several lifetimes. You’re sure you barely know about half of them.

“It’s okay. Take your time, you’re safe.”

You mumble the phrases over and over again, almost like a mantra. Trial and error have taught you the best ones, those that are most likely to help.

At first, Joel is barely aware of your presence, your body nothing more than a shadow that is speaking a language he doesn’t understand.

When he is like this, no one speaks his language. The words that come out of his mouth are all wrong. So he screams, sometimes. He doesn’t think anyone hears that either.

It still feels like something is around the corner, the door is open, she just needs to walk back in.

Joel starts crying, eventually. It’s almost silent, his breath going a little fast, salty tears running into his open mouth, a few dropping onto his shirt. It’s like it all spills from his eyes, the sadness, the panic, the emotions that flare up like they are an illness.

You wipe his tears, one hand still tucked into his. It feels like ages before his eyes move, landing on a few meaningless points in the room before they find you. 

No matter how many times you witness him like this, you never get used to how his eyes look afterwards. They’ve seen too much. You wish you could take some of it away. Just a little bit. Just to make it better. Just to make him a little less sad.

“There we are,” you praise softly, squeezing his hand a little. “You’re fine. Can you squeeze my hand?”

He gives a tiny nod, squeezing your hand back. It’s a little shaky but you nod in approval, running your thumb over the back of his hand, gently caressing the calloused skin.

“Can you come here?”

His voice takes you by surprise. It usually takes him a bit until he speaks and you’ve learned not to push it. His eyes have moved on from you and you can tell he’s avoiding your gaze. He’s also avoiding looking at the corner of the room that holds the half-decorated Christmas tree.

His free hand tugs on your shirt and you obey, crawling up onto the armchair with him and settling into his lap. Your arms automatically wrap around him, pulling his head against your chest. Your lips find his hair and you press a small kiss to the top of his head, the tiny bald spot that is showing his age right below your lips.

“Did I do something?” You ask quietly. He doesn’t reply. You’re about to repeat yourself when his voice perks up, a little muffled through your shirt.

“We used to decorate the tree.”

He doesn’t need to clarify who he is referring to. Your heart clenches at the thought and you immediately cram in the depths of your mind, trying to remember if he has mentioned this before. He answers the question before you can.

“You couldn’t know.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m not sorry.”

You feel him nod below you, his arms pulling you a little closer. His grip is so tight that it hurts. You can’t bring yourself to care. If he needs something to hold on to, you’ll gladly be it.

“Sometimes I still think-” His voice breaks and you feel your own eyes beginning to prickle. “-hadn’t thought about Christmas decorations in so long, I didn’t think it would-”

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault,” you mumble into his hair, pressing another kiss into the soft curls. There’s a streak of gray you have never noticed before.

You both stay quiet for a bit, you silently wiping your own tears away while Joel stays tucked into your chest. He listens to your heartbeat. Unlike his, it’s steady. A steady rhythm, just like the one he woke up to. It’s different though, better.

It’s not the promise of someone coming right back. It’s someone sitting in front of him. It’s his face in your shirt, the smell of wood and snow and sugar filling his nostrils. It’s the small touches and kisses on his head, on his back, a finger tracing a scar on his neck.

“We can throw the tree out, you know? It’s just a tree. It won’t mind,” you offer after a bit.

“You were so excited about it.”

He’s right. You’d been happy to finally put a tree up again, more than once glancing at the snow-decked tree leaning against the shed, waiting for its turn.

“We can get another one next year. Or the year after. Hold off until it’s gotten easier.”

“What if the years don’t make a difference? It’s been- it’s been so many years and it still-”

“Then we don’t get one, ever.”

He seems to consider something for a while, falling silent. Then he sighs, his body deflating under your touch, “Were you- were you done decorating?”

You frown a little, “Not really, but I told you, we can throw it out and-”

“Can I help?”

His voice is so soft and so quiet, like he’s afraid of you saying no. Of course, that’s not what he’s actually afraid of.

“Only if you promise to be honest. Tell me if it gets too much.” He nods, finally pulling back to look at you. Your hands fly to his cheeks, cupping his face as you smile at him.

He starts talking while you detangle the popcorn and cranberry garlands. At first, you think he’s just trying to make conversation. But then, he goes on and on.

He tells you about Sarah's first Christmas, about the year he got her concert tickets and she didn’t stop smiling the entire night. He tells you where he’d store the decorations in the summer, which kind of tree they’d get, how Sarah was mesmerized by the colorful lights every year, about the small pair of doves that she loved the most.

You take a chance. And it costs you almost the entire two days leading up to Christmas, cramped in attics, asking around town. But you’re successful.

On Christmas Eve, two tiny doves are dangling from the branches of the tree. One has a slightly chipped wing but other than that, they’re still intact.

Joel tears up when he first spots them. He wraps you into a hug, his eyes never leaving the smaller of the doves.

It feels like he could turn around any second and be back in Austin and see his own little dove waiting at the foot of the stairs when he comes home, throwing herself up into his arms.

On Christmas Eve, for the first time, Joel thinks he likes the feeling inside his chest. The chance of someone waiting for him behind his front door, someone's laundry in his bathroom, someone's heartbeat in his ear. 

And he finds that, after all these years, the door is still open.

#pedropascaladventcalender #softpascalito #advent calendar #pedro pascal #joel miller #joel / reader #joel x reader #joel miller / reader #joel miller / you #christmas tree #tlou #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #moodboard #mb #sarah miller #grief #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #sad #hurt/comfort #emotinal hurt/comfort #panic attack #mental health issues

[kris-bliss]

Sorry if this seems a little bad, I had to type this out on my phone.

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘣!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵.

Long time no see

The branches of the trees move with the wind, so do the dead leaves all over the ground. The moon has been out for not very long but it all feels the same to Leon.

The adrenaline of being on a job like this. Having to do others dirty work because they fail to do it themselves.

He's watching his surroundings as he walks through the woods. Listening to every snap of a twig and rustle of bushes. His hands lay steady holding his gun. The breeze somewhat calming.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 watches from afar, noticing how tense he is. It's almost a sad sight to her. Seeing Leon brings a warmth to her heart she thought she let go of. Something she wished and prayed would never come back, though she never wanted it to.

Not wanting to soften up, she decided to scare him as a little tease. She stays in her position laying on a branch of a tree. Leon just a little away from being right under her. It's almost too easy.

"Oogabooga." she says, immediately wanting to hit herself. it was the only word she could think of in the moment.

Leon visibly tenses as he looks around him.

"Who's there?" He points his gun ready to shoot. "Come out and I might be nice."

He fails to notice her above him. It almost makes her laugh if it wasn't for the fact he looked so 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅.

"Up here."

Leon takes his flash light and points it up at her. Seeing her toying with a knife like it's not a weapon.

"And here I thought you missed me."

Seeing it's just her brings a soft sigh of relief out of him.

"That wasn't very funny." He holsters his gun and shuts the flashlight off.

"You're lucky I didn't shoot." he speaks in mainly annoyance but care is still there.

"Long time no see Leon." She lowers herself from the branch, landing directly in front of him.

"so you 𝘥𝘪𝘥 miss me."

Theres a teasing smile on her face that Leon struggles not to reciprocate. Though he does give a small smile back, not without turning serious after.

"You can't try and scare me like that. I have a job to do here, and there's all kinds of wild animals in this part of the country. There's a reason I keep this thing strapped to my hip." He pats the butt of his gun for effect.

A soft sigh leaves Y/N's lips, "I know but a girl like me can't help myself, specially when I see my favorite male agent." She gives him a sly wink.

Leon tries not to blush, but he gives in anyway when he realizes the wink wasn't meant to be discreet. And she did just call him her favorite agent... his heart gives a flutter.

Y/N gives him an inquisitive look, "What exactly are you doing here Leon?"

"I'm on a field mission. Investigating some kind of bioweapon. One that isn't supposed to exist. Some of my guys got killed looking into it, but it's important, so I had to take over." He stops speaking for a second when the howling comes again, but he ignores it. "I need to know what's going on, before this thing gets completely out of control."

"Lucky for you I just so happen to be available to help." she adjusts her stance from one foot to the other.

He gives her a slight smile of gratitude, "I need to finish my sweep of the surrounding area. The animals here could cause problems."

"Alright you do that, I'll be here."

"Just don't run off and get yourself killed." He flashes that familiar smile as he turns away. "I've seen enough dead bodies for one night."

She fake being stabbed, "Oh Leon you wound me. You know me well enough by now that I can't be killed cause I'm always the one doing the killing." A smile forms her face.

Leon laughs, a sound that's half relief and half amusement. It'd be music to anyones ears. "You know, you're right. If you haven't gotten yourself killed by now, I'm sure you know how to take care of yourself if the big bad wolf shows up."

She mocks offense by putting her hand on her chest, rolling her eyes in amusement. "I'll be sure it won't huff and puff and blow my house down. Now go finish your sweep Pretty boy, I'll be here."

Leon gives her a mock salute and starts his sweep again. The night falls silent again, and as he passes houses with boarded up windows, he can't help but wonder whether those people are asleep or...gone.

He shakes away his darker thoughts and keeps walking, checking every crevice, every alley and every door he finds, hoping he won't see anything that can't be easily explained.

Y/N sits against the tree waiting rather impatiently for him to return. Messing with her knife to pass the time by, throwing it into the dirt over and over. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘶𝘯.

Leon's sweep is long, and in that time, the moon has risen. When they meet again, he's carrying more equipment that looks more like a backpack than a bag. He's also noticeably more tired. The stress of his search is slowly getting to him.

The darker eye bags somehow being more beauty to his already chiseled face. The Shadows casted by the moon making his face all the more enchanting. His hair shines like he has a halo.

He finds her against the tree again, in the same position as before, except now his light shines on her holding the knife. "Any monsters out there?" He asks, sitting against a tree next to her.

She turns her head towards him, "Nothing other than me." A teasing smile pulls at her lips. Her hair being brushed by the wind.

Leon looks at her, the moon shining off her skin. He takes a second to admire her before he realizes how obvious he's acting. She's smiling back at him, so the attraction is probably mutual. Just then the howl sounds again, and Leon jumps. "Don't do that again. Seriously." He says, half teasing and half warning.

"Scare you? Sorry Leon but thats one of my favorite pastimes." Her knees are huddled up to her chest. The smile still decorating her lips.

"Don't sneak up on me like that." He replies. "You know it's just us two right now. It's not safe out here, especially at night. If your idea of 'fun' is scaring your friends, it's gonna get you hurt one day. And I almost shot your ass."

A soft sigh leaves her lips as her head rests against the tree. Staring forward at the bushes. "If you were the one hurtin me I don't think I'd mind."

Leon stares at her until it hits him, and he laughs softly. He shakes his head at her playful attitude. Her comment has him wanting to get closer, and he lets out a sigh when he realizes that feeling isn't something he can deny. "Is that so? And why's that?" He asks.

A soft look overtakes her features as she turns her head to look at him. "Cause you're you." She basically whispers.

"Because I'm me..." he repeats, his heart beating faster as a thought dawns on him. Leon doesn't know what to say, but what he does know is he wants to do something more than sit next to her. So he closes the space between them and kisses her. For a moment, the world feels like it's stopped around them.

The soft feeling of each others lips is all they can focus on for the moments their mouths were connected.

Leon's heart is pounding from the passion of the kiss, from the intimacy of it. He pulls away slightly and looks into her eyes, breathlessly. It feels like so much more than a simple kiss, and he craves more now that he knows their attraction is real.

Their heads rest against each other's their breath becoming one as their noses touch.

"So you really did miss me huh?.." it leaves her mouth in a soft whisper.

"Of course I missed you. I'm here, aren't I?" He tries to be more playful, but he's still feeling the kiss. A touch of embarrassment comes over him, because this is the first time he's ever kissed someone like this before. With so much passion it sends his head spinning. He looks at her lips again, and it strikes him that there's no way he can refuse her, so he kisses her again.

The passion never fades as Y/N inches closer still she just decides to seat herself in his lap.

Leon lets out an unexpected groan when she sits down on his lap, and his blood rushes to his face. At the same time, his arms wrap around her, pulling her close. He's never felt anything like it before, and he doesn't know how someone so small can elicit such strong emotions.

"Sorry, is' jus' easier to kiss this way." She mumbles against his lips.

Leon smiles. "It's fine with me." He leans in again, and kisses her with even more passion. It's the best kiss he's ever had, and that realization is enough to keep him going.

Her hands slide over the expansion of his chest. Every simple touch drives him mad. But everything in him screams for this to never stop. His desire growing every second that passes.

Suddenly Y/N grips his chin between her thumb and index finger. She stops the kiss and looks down at him with a smirk. "Calm down pretty boy, we keep goin like this and you'll have a problem in your pants sweetheart."

Leon can't help but laugh at her words, partly from embarrassment. He still can't believe the woman of his dreams just called him "pretty boy." He looks back up at her, wanting her again, but he knows Y/N's right. So, he slowly pulls away, resting his forehead against hers. "Yes, ma'am. It's just hard to stay calm..."

She lets a soft hum leave her lips as she turns her face to give his cheek a soft kiss.

"Patience is key baby."

Omg tell me if this was shit. This was my first time writing in a while.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #writing #original content #original story #i heart leon kennedy

[feline-evil]

I PROMISED I'D DO IT, IT'S TIME FOR REALS

HOTEL POD CHARACTER ROLLERCOASTER ASSIGNS!! BUCKLE UP!

Auditor- The Swarm.

Listen this ride is post apocalyptic alien bugs, if that doesn’t give you the reason i’ve picked it for good ol’ Aud i don’t know what will. I think she’d enjoy the aesthetic of the giant metal big-aliens that have destroyed the entire surrounding area by flying through it and slicing it up; I think she’d fly alongside the coaster train going YEAAAAH, WHOOOOO!!!

The Hotel Herself- Nemesis.

LOOK AT NEMESIS. LOOK AT HER. Metal bent around pulsing flesh and warped bone, she shoots laser beams out of her eyes in her original promotional advert, the water runs pink with blood around her. This is the Hotel Herself as a ride. Now, i think you could argue that The Hotel Herself could more accurately be a space themed ride, but Space Mountain just isn’t frightening enough to capture the cosmic horror of all that she is; so she gets my favorite of all time Nemesis assigned to her. Nemesis even had a themed hotel room at one point, it looked like rust and flesh! Perfect honeymoon suite if you ask me.

Lobby Boy- Saw The Ride.

Our little freak is out here building his grody little rooms so I think it’s only fair he gets the ride themed to another little freak who builds rooms of deadly traps! (He is drinking out the corpse fountain on the ride's first inversion out the station…. oh dear, can he get diseases from that? Maybe..)

The Owner- Gatekeeper.

While we’ve mainly stuck to rather dark and horror themed rides thus far i don’t think we solely need to be married to only picking scary rides when there’s only so many rollercoasters with a spooky feel; so i’ve gone gatekeeper here for The Owner, as i feel this soaring flying coaster that zooms not only over but THROUGH the main gate of it’s home park has the authoritative feeling that reminds me of him! He’s watching you enter, he’s in charge here this is his domain (in his eyes at least). Plus its logo has a bird on it, yayyy!!

(Sidenote: a runner up for The Owner was Oblivion!) The Concierge- The Wickerman.

Why The Wickerman, I hear you ask, fire and wood doesn’t really feel like the Concierge’s vibe! But while it may not on the surface feel thematic let me tell you this ride is gorgeous, it is slick, it is a smooth, powerful ride and it is IMPOSING in the most breathtaking way; it feels claaaaaaassy and that’s the Concierge to me! Powerful, dangerous, but slick and classy and cool; walking through the queue line on a rainy day I could smell the rich wood, and I thought to myself damn. This is a coaster that would pair nicely with a glass of cognac. And the Concierge, to me, is a man that pairs well with a glass of cognac too. Also the first time i rode The Wickerman i screamed the entire layout including out of the station, jesus christ that thing whips round the course when it’s warmed up, it’s like it’s ANGRY at you.

The Manager- Manta.

We weren’t going to be able to go the entire list without assigning at least ONE character one of my favorite types of rollercoaster, the B&M flying coaster! Now, while i am more familiar with Galactica, i don’t think ‘the world's most relaxing coaster’ really fits as a theme for the manager; but sea life? Well, she’s a deep sea kinda gal i think! Manta is a shoal (flock? swarm??) of manta rays that swoop and soar, and while yes aesthetically and in description this sounds quite relaxing, these manta rays are blasting high speed through loops you’ll take ON YOUR BACK which is an incredibly unique and fairly intense feeling at times! I think The Manager likes to keep up her appearances, keep up looking and feeling calm, cool and in control, so i think a flying coaster fits her well; elegant but not without any bite! This ride also has a water fountain fly-by effect, get sprayed!!

The Bellhop- Th13teen.

The Bellhop to me has such a mischievous streak, a little smirk that lets you know you can’t quite trust what she might do next; and without giving TOO much away about Th13teen (as i feel this is a ride WORTH not spoiling 'till you see the pov/ride it) it’s a ride that is much the same! Meticulously themed as some abandoned old structure in the accursed woods, overgrown and dark and impossible to see until you are on it, this ride will lure you into a false sense of security and then pull off some TRICKS you just won’t see coming!! When I rode this for the first time I genuinely yelled ‘Oh don’t you dare you are KIDDING me!!’ when it pulled one such trick lol.

There we go, this concludes my list; i do not claim to be the biggest expert nor the best at this, i really love coasters but my knowledge isn’t a complete encyclopedia of every single ride, my main expertise is the park i've been to (Alton Towers) as i don't get to go to too many in person and don't live in the states where some of the more well known rides are- so of course if you have others you think are better suited feel free to make your own assigns!! This was just for funsies, thank you for coming along with me to talk about some coasters! :]

#jay talkin #the hotel podcast #im sure as soon as i post this im gonna remember other coasters thatd fit better OR someones gonna say one to me and ill go SHIEEEET lmao #BUT HEY THIS WAS FUN!!! ENJOY MY RAMBLES!

[dearshelby]

The road to peace

Summary: Nine days after coming home from France, Tommy still can't sleep. The war isn't over yet and he's filled with shame. An intense, confusing experience forces him to decide what path his life will take now.

A/N: Alright, here it is 👀 I'm nervous about this one but I'm open to any suggestions, compliments or criticism. Also, allow me to remind everyone Tommy might feel OOC in here because he's not heading to become a gangster, that's the AU's proposal, you don't need to read it if it's not your cup of tea

Chapter 1: Tommy, the coward.

The particles of dust drifted as the shovels buried in the walls, ditching the passage deeper into the ground. Tommy was the second in line, waiting with the bomb in his hands.

The soldier in the front stopped, making everyone behind him freeze. He looks back at his conrads, gesturing a shushing sign and pointing up.

Above their heads, the Germans dug a tunnel.

The soldier points at Tommy, then to the bomb he carried. With a subservient nod, he sets the explosive. They all turned around, ready to crawl the way out, in a matter of seconds, the enemy line would be blown up.

When the first wood started to crackle, they just kept crawling, silently, unaware that the whole structure above them was about to sag.

The first scream got muffled and everything got dark.

Tommy wakes up with a jump, his eyes wandering all over the place looking for any threats, but there aren't any. He's in his bedroom, in his home in England.

It should bring him some relief, but it doesn't. Not when the war isn't over, not when his brothers are still fighting.

A tired sigh leaves his lips, nine days, he's been home for nine days and didn't get any rest yet.

Finally, he realizes it wasn't only the nightmare that woke him up. There's somebody knocking on the door as well.

"Tommy?" Polly's insistent voice calls, "There's mail from Arthur! I told him you're home!"

Oh, for fucks' sake, Tommy knows he couldn't hide his cowardice forever, he only hoped to be the one to explain the situation, surely he could provide a better explanation than his aunt. He runs a hand on his face trying to look a little presentable before answering the door.

"Did I wake you up?" she handed him the letter.

"Yeah," Tommy walks back inside the bedroom and closes the door on Polly's face.

"Won't you come down for breakfast?" she yells.

"Later," he dismisses.

Sitting at the end of the bed, he stares at the envelopes in his hand. His bigger brother, the one who taught him how to pickpocket and throw a good punch, now knows he isn't the man he is expected and taught to be.

A war-shy bastard, is that what he became? No, he isn't like the boys who hid in the basement to avoid being dragged to the battlefield and he didn't accept Johnny Dogs' offer of traveling away until dust settles.

He fought the hardest he could, he fought for the people of Small Heath, for his brothers, for his country and mainly, for the broken heart he desperately needed to mend.

Tommy fought with all his strength, but it wasn't enough.

With a gulp, he opens the letter, expecting nothing but the scorn he believes to deserve. The warm greetings tranquilize him, Arthur took it easier on Tommy than he does on himself.

"Hope you get well soon, brother. Things are still rough over here, I'm glad you're safe at home."

Tommy scoffs at Arthur's protectiveness, hating to be looked down, as if he doesn't have the capacity of going through something rough, as if he needs to be protected.

Hiding the letter under his pillow, he decides it's better not to answer yet. He doesn't want to face the bitter fact he lost his toughness and would've become a burden if he stayed in France.

Heading downstairs, he enters the kitchen and notices a calendar on the wall, 1st November 1918, the war started in 1914, four years ago.

A harrowing feeling crawls into Tommy's chest, he misses his brothers, he misses the normal life, how long would it take for peace to be declared? Will he even survive until there?

"Morning," Ada walks in, "I hope you're not waiting for me or Pol to make you breakfast,"

"Not at all," he drawles and pours himself a cup of tea.

"How are you? Managed to get any sleep?" she sits on the table.

"No,"

"Oh, I thought-"

"You thought wrong, Ada," he sits down in front of her.

"Well, I-" she sighs, "Polly and I are going to get groceries, will you be fine on your own?"

"I'm not a fucking kid,"

"I know, Tom, I'm just making sure, do you want anything special?"

He negatively nods and Ada leaves the kitchen. For the first time in nine days, he's home alone.

The house is quiet, it feels normal but not safe, like sitting in a public place in which no one should attack you, but there's still a possibility.

He broods over with his cup of tea, his sister thinks he's fine again, probably because she didn't hear any screams last night, the reason isn't what she thinks though, Tommy didn't scream because he was awake the whole time, he had given up of sleeping, only getting some rest when exhaustion unwillingly claimed his body, then the nightmare woke him up.

All the previous nights, he tried to sleep and failed, he drank the tea Polly gave him, read a book, listened to calming music, none of it helped.

Regardless of what Tommy does, he'd wake up screaming in the middle of the night.

Suddenly, his stomach growls, just tea isn't enough to quench his hunger. He grabs a piece of bread and a frying pan from the cabinet, turning the stove on, he remembers all the times his mother made warm bread on the pan.

He waited near the stove to be the first one to get a plate, it made Arthur and his dad mad.

After getting the lard, Tommy makes up his meal. He doesn't bother putting it on a plate, preferring to eat directly from the pan, a plate would only mean more dishes to wash.

Before he can get the first bite, three heavy knocks on the betting shop's door surprises him. He drops the bread on the floor with his heart pounding quickly in his chest.

"Mrs. Gray!" an unknown voice calls, "C'mon, I know you're there! I need to lay a bet!"

Tommy breathes heavily. Polly is not here, he shouldn't be here either. His hands start to shake.

Another three knocks on the door make his world swing, he's dizzy. What is happening to him? It's just noise, just a man wanting to lay a fucking bet.

Leaning against the wall, he takes deep breaths expecting it'll help him calm down, but it only suffocates him. He folds his arms around himself and sits on the floor.

Another three knocks. Tommy can't tell if the man is still calling or not.

Sweat covers his freckled face, his sight gets blurry as bile rises to his mouth. He turns to the side and throws up.

Sitting next to his own vomit, he holds his head in his hands. The noise is gone. He's alone again.

His chest moves up and down at a slower pace now, his hands are still shaking, but the dizziness is gone. Tommy puts his hands down and keeps his eyes closed.

Minutes pass fast and he opens his eyes again, everything is still in place, nothing changed, except him, he changed from a thief to a soldier to a frightened, pathetic man.

He couldn't live like this, there's no place in the world which is completely silent the whole time, he couldn't hide from people and loud noises.

Ashamed, Tommy stands up, picks up his bread from the floor and throws it away, he puts the pan on the sink and takes an already dirty cloth, cleaning his vomit with it.

He washes the cloth and frowns, he's not hungry anymore, just tired and too scared to sleep. And what now? Nothing has been assigned for him to do, he doesn't belong here anymore, nor in the battlefield, nor anywhere. He's dead weight.

However, he's alive, he's a survivor, he died once and won't do it again, now there's only extra time and he's clueless about what to do with.

His eyes widen when Polly and Ada arrive, carrying two paper bags each. Tommy promptly takes them from his aunt and puts them on the table. Ada does the same.

"Tomatoes again, Pol?" Tommy peeks inside the bag.

Polly stares at him in silence and tells her niece, "Ada, go upstairs, will you? I need to talk to Tommy."

"Why can't I-"

"It's adult business, you won't understand, now go."

Ada sighs and leaves the kitchen. Tommy looks at his aunt with confusion, "Is everything alright?"

"What 's that?" Polly grabs the waistband of his trousers, only then he notices the dry puke in it.

"I threw up,"

"Why?"

Tommy ashamedly looks away, continuing to take the groceries out of the bags. He won't tell Polly the stupid reason why he got ill.

"You need to do something about it, Tommy, go to a doctor or something,"

"Eh?" he scoffs, "Go to the fucking doctor and tell him what, Polly?"

"Tell him what happened,"

"As if he can do something about it,"

"If it happens when you're alone then you should get a company,"

"I don't need a fucking babysitter,"

"Not a babysitter, someone who can put your fires out,"

"Stop it, Pol," Tommy harshly asks.

"I'm serious, Thomas, you're back home now, it's time to move on,"

"I know that, alright?! I fucking know!" Tommy snaps.

Taking his coat and cap from the hanger, he walks out of the house with a scowl in his face. Instinctively, he walks to Uncle Charlie's yard, on the way there, he notices the eyes of the women and few men on him.

Curly is the one to open the yard's gates, greeting him with his usual gentleness, the man is one of the few people Tommy wouldn't judge for refusing to fight.

"And how are you, Tom?" Curly asks.

"Where 's Charlie?"

"He's in the back, I'll call him for you, yeah?"

Tommy sits on an old chair and waits, this time he isn't scared of any judgment, because Charlie hadn't fought too.

"I was wondering when you'd come," Charlie greets, "when Polly said you're back I thought I missed the fucking news, that the war was over,"

"No, war is still going," Tommy mumbles and gets a cigarette from his coat's pocket.

"What the fuck happened to you, Tommy?"

"Honestly? I don't know, Charlie, I don't fucking know,"

The older man sits beside his nephew, both immersed in their own quiet natures. Tommy closes his eyes and blows the smoke out of his lungs, he wants advice he can't ask, he's a grown man and can't simply ask Charlie what to do with his life now.

"Any news from your brothers?"

"They're alive,"

"Uhm, fucking Arthur only sent me one letter saying he'll open a fucking pub when he come back, John didn't send any,"

"He mostly writes to Polly because of his children,"

"Right, and Finn?"

"Still can't fucking write,"

Charlie chuckles, "Don't mock him, you were quite slow yourself at his age, only good to argue and pickpocket,"

"I'm not mocking him, he knows things that are more important than reading and writing,"

A brief silence occurs before Charlie asks, "And what about you, Thomas?"

"I have no fucking idea,"

"But you're back, ain't you?"

"I suppose,"

"Oh, fuck off, what you're gonna do now? Run the betting shop? Steal horses like your dad?"

Tommy doesn't answer, then Charlie realizes what his nephew truly wants, advice.

"Your grandad was a wise man, y'know?" Charlie says, "it was a blessing and a burden, eventually he couldn't stand be in the same place anymore, he started to move around looking for peace,"

"Did he find it?" Tommy asks.

"For a while, yeah, he found a healer who agreed to travel with him and he found peace in the hills, and in her,"

"A healer?"

"Your grandad was sick in the head, Tom, suicide, that's how he went, I guess the woman helped him to stay for a while longer," he explains, "if he had found peace earlier, he could be around now,"

"So peace is on the hills, eh?"

"You know that, you used to sleep outside all the time when you were a kid,"

"I'm not a kid anymore, Charlie,"

"No, but you're still looking for peace,"

"...yeah,"

"If you're too tired to take a wagon, rent a house away from here, I swear, Tom, this city can feel like the end of the road sometimes."

"Thank you, Charlie."

Throwing his cigarette away, Tommy leaves the yard with a made up decision. Small Heath isn't his home anymore.

On the way to the Watery Lane, he steps on the rocks on the ground, soon it'll be grass, the air will be cleaner and the streets will be quieter.

As he walks past the front of a tiny restaurant, a shattering noise makes him jump, the waitress had accidentally dropped the dirty glasses on the floor.

She looks at the broken glass on the floor, then at him, "I scared you, didn't I? I'm sorry, are you alright?"

Tommy takes a deep breath and nods, following his way back home.

Perhaps he needs a healer too.

TRTP MASTERLIST - MAIN MASTERLIST

#tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #civilian!tommy au #the road to peace

[aemonds-little-belle]

Feelings Sold Separately

CHAPTER SIX (THE FITTING ROOM)

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

TAGS - (REPOST FROM AO3)

Alternate Universe - Sugar DaddySugar BabySugar Baby AUAUokay this is a whole ass story that's just one long ass brain fartliterally i am just coming up with this on the spotlow key really love it thoughSugar Baby/Sugar Daddyobviouslytalks of class issuesaemonds been hurt in the pasti think there will be some sexy stuff eventuallywait fuck i didn't mention this is a modern!aumodern!AUAlternate Universe - Modern Setting&lt;3Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen is Bad at Feelingsstop that was recommended but so accurateI don't know how to do tagsI'm SorryI promise it's goodAnd no one diesand it's just so classically a sugar baby/ sugar daddy au it hurtsreader works at a cafe ... obviouslythis will follow a similar storyline to the show just modern and also not at allFamily Issueswait probably dom/sub vibes tooDom/subLight Dom/subclearly i don't know where this is going yetmy readers are always written fat because i am fatso keep that in mind

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Aemond and Y/n were once again hand in hand as they walked through the mall, Y/n’s new shoes squeaking every once in a while, the newness of them uncharted territory for her. “Where are we going next?” Y/n asked quietly, hoping to not disturb anyone who was walking alongside them, or those sat on the seats located in the middle of the large ‘hallway’, the leather back couches and white wood coffee tables taken up by fancy people doing fancy things, tons of fancy coffees littering the space around each seating area, the cups large and filled with drinks that hardly looked caffeinated.

“You need a dress for wednesday, and I need a suit.” Aemond responded, actively making sure his walk was slow enough for Y/n to keep up with. “I thought we could get you a few everyday basics too while we’re in the store.”

Y/n nodded her head, swinging the arm that was connected to Aemond’s slightly, nerves beginning to take over. “Okay.” Y/n’s voice was unsteady, she wasn’t going to protest some new clothes, the majority of her current wardrobe either covered in coffee or littered in holes, plus the only fancy dress she owned was her graduation dress, the one that will still hung up at her parents house, if they even kept it, and it was definitely not up to Aemond’s standards, let alone her own. “What colour should the dress be?” Y/n tried to fill the silence.

“How does sapphire blue sound?” He asked, looking down at her as she looked forward, watching those around her in total awe.

“I like blue.” She smiled, though it faded as a store front began to get closer, a few women walking to the front to greet them, well to greet Aemond.

“Aemond.” A man this time, greeted, his hand held out for Aemond’s, unlike the lady earlier, the man turned towards Y/n, looking her up and down before smiling. “I’m guessing this shopping spree is for you?” He asked, Y/n nodding her head embarrassed. “How exciting, I’m sick of Aemond’s love of suits.” The man held his elbow out for Y/n to grab, leading her towards the back of the store, high end clothing, accessories, and jewelry passing by them as they slowly walked. “Any favourite colours?”

“I don’t know.” Y/n looked at the man, her expression like a sailor lost at sea.

The two of them let out a little laugh together, Y/n feeling instantly more comfortable than before. “Giay.” The man called, a young woman rushing over. “Pull basics from this season's line, and a few of the specials in my office please.” He smiled, the woman nodding and running off again. “Would you like anything to drink dear?” He asked, the two of them finally finding their way to a private dressing room, the room large, a couch and chairs sat in the middle, a podium and mirror off to the left, and a few curtained rooms on the right. The room’s green accents gave a nice refresh from the mainly colourless mall, though black and white seemed to be a constant here too.

“Um, some water maybe?” She asked, turning towards the entrance, looking for Aemond as the man left, suddenly isolated on her own in a weird, unknown, place, a fish out of water, literally.

Aemond felt the same, getting lost after a few attendants greeted him, losing Y/n and the man in the process, though suddenly a familiar face popped up. “Ellion, where did you put her?” Aemond asked seriously, his eye hardened, heart racing, a wave of fear rushing over him, though he knew she was physically fine, he knew she must be as stressed as he was without a familiar face around.

“Since when is a Targaryen son afraid of a little challenge?” Ellion tilted his head playfully, his grey floof of hair flopping slightly to the side, a playful grin on his lips. Aemond didn’t even respond, just tilted his head as well, though his was much more intimidating, as if challenging Ellion to keep playing with him. “Room four.” Ellion straightened up, unamused by Aemond’s lack of playful demeanor, something he often was willing to show when in the store.

Aemond didn’t even thank him, ask him which floor, or acknowledge anyone around him as he began walking quickly towards the private rooms, finding room four’s door wide open, Y/n standing in front of it motionless, arms to her side as she seemed to gaze at nothing. When she noticed Aemond she smiled, her hands immediately reaching for each other to anxiously pick away. “I thought you had left me to the wolves.” She pouted.

“You’re the one that ran from me, little dragon.” He challenged, grabbing her one hand, leading the two of them to a couch. “Are you ready to give me a fashion show?” Aemond asked, looking anywhere but the girl sat next to him.

“Don’t you need a suit too?” Y/n asked, her eyes stuck on Aemond’s hand, wishing for him to reach out and grab hers, too scared to do it herself, though longing for the calming effect his touch had.

“It’s cute that you think I need to try clothing on.” Aemond chuckled, finally looking down at her, her arms crossed, eye’s on his hand. He thought about reaching out for hers, or placing his arm around her, but he enjoyed her sad little look and wanted her to learn to ask for what she wants. “I’ve been shopping here my entire life, little dragon, Ellion has most likely found me something suitable by now and sent it to be rung in.”

“You’re so fancy.” Y/n laughed, finally looking at him, just as she was gaining the courage to rest her hand on his shoulder, or wrap her arms around his, Ellion walked in, a few rack being wheeled in by attendants, a smile wide on the man’s face.

“Let’s begin.”

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“How do you feel about these pants?” Ellion asked, a few feet away, measuring tape strung around his neck, finger tapping his lip, the image something out of a movie. Y/n shrugged her shoulders, holding back a giggle, she had no idea how these pants were different than the last five he had put her in, though Ellion had strong feelings about all of them. “I enjoy the colour on you.” Ellion hummed before walking towards the mirror. “Though I think a front seam pant would look more sophisticated.” He pondered.

“I don’t need dress pants, really, Ellion.” Y/n pleaded, she thought Aemond was a pusher of 'more is better', and yet here she was begging for less clothing to bring home. “I’ve already approved three pairs of jeans, and two skirts, please, I don’t need more bottoms, these are perfect, I love them!” She begged and pouted, wishing for the runway show to stop, Aemond chuckling behind the two, knowing exactly how Y/n felt.

“You’ll take these ones? You promise?” Ellion asked, Y/n nodding as if her life depended on it. “Perfect.” He smiled, typing something into his tablet, before looking back at Aemond. “Why don’t we ring in all of your purchases so far.” He suggested. “I’ll have one of the girls come and measure Y/n for the custom dress.” Aemond nodding, walking towards Y/n as Ellion walked out, grabbing her hand as she stood on the small podium, the mirrors surrounding them.

“Having fun?” Aemond asked, already knowing the answer. “After this we can get some food before we go get groceries okay?” He said in a whisper, his words reassuring as Y/n nodded her head.

“Aemond.” A woman's voice called out, her tone less professional than the attendants before.

“Nera.” Aemond acknowledged the woman, a long unamused huff leaving his lips. “I’ll be back soon, okay?” Y/n nodded her head, though she really didn’t want him to leave.

Nera walked slowly towards Y/n, slipping her own measuring tape off her neck, shaking her head slightly when Aemond left the room. “So, you’re his new girl.” Nera chuckled, her words void of any empathy. “I’m shocked, you really don’t seem to be his type.” She snarkily admitted, measuring Y/n’s legs.

Y/n furrowed her brows, a little put off by the conversation, though unsure of how to get out of it. “I know the others were rich, but he said …”

The woman began laughing. “I meant your fat honey, the other girls weren't, though I’m not surprised you're a Flea Bottom feeder.” ‘How original’. Before Y/n could even defend herself, Nera spoke up again. “Look, I know how Aemond works, he calls you ‘baby’, takes you to Lentor Zaldrīzoti for dinner, then wows you with some earrings.” She huffed out her words, so unamused by what she was saying, now holding out Y/n’s arms, measuring them before speaking again, this time making eye contact through the mirror. “You’re not meant for this life, and the two of you will never last.” She spat, smirking ever so slyly before patting Y/n’s back and walking out.

Y/n looked at herself in the mirror, Aemond explained why he wasn’t interested in high society women anymore, never had called her ‘baby’, he had never even mentioned this restaurant, and Y/n, at least to the best of her knowledge, had not been given any earrings, and yet the words ‘fat, Honey.’ swirled around in her head. He had told her multiple times he wanted her, explained why he wanted her, told her he wanted to be around her, was paying her for his company, had given her a phone, opened a bank account for her, bought her hundreds of dollars of clothing, just because he wanted to, and she still stood there, wondering if Nera was right, that Aemond didn’t like her, that she wasn’t his type.

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Aemond returned to an empty room, the new pants Y/n once wore set on the couch, Y/n’s clothing gone, along with her entirely. Aemond didn’t waste any time, stomping back out of the room. “Nera!” He yelled, ‘fuck making a scene’ his girl was missing, and he had a hunch he knew exactly who was the cause of her sudden absence.

“Oh Aemond! You’re back.” She faked shock, a smile on her face.

“Cut the bullshit, where is she?” His voice was booming across the store, everyone close enough to see the interaction now glued to seeing it go down.

“Who?”

“Y/n, where is Y/n, don’t act dumb.”

“Ohh! Your Bottom Feeder friend! Yeah she ran off.” Nera sarcastically frowned. “Guess she’s just not good enough, really, don’t take this as a loss, you should just go back to …”

“Don’t.” He cut her off, his mouth pressed into a thin line, his nostrils flared, his whole being the textbook definition of pure fury.

“Oh come on, Aemond!” Nera yelled. “She’s not your type! You’ll never last!” Aemond began walking away, his walk even more intimidating than his current expression, each step calculated. “She’ll take you back if you ask nicely you know! She’s just a phone call away!” Nera called after him, enjoying riling the man up, though she knew not to play with fire, she didn’t care, she’d take Aemond’s wrath over Alys’s anyday.

#modern au #modern!aemond x reader #modern!aemond targaryen #sugar daddy!aemond targaryen #aemond the kinslayer #sb/sd!au #sugar baby!au #aemond targaryen x oc #aemond fanfiction #prince aemond #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #hotd aemond #house of the dragon #hotd

[th3w00ds]

Yandere Natemare

Fandom(s): YouTuber Egos

Trigger Warnings (if any): Kidnapping, yandere behavior

@thelittleautisticgirl @colourfulmes @natethespookyenby @nwtbobsessedemo

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It was a cold, foggy morning when that psycho had kidnapped you. You had been seeing the same guy in your peripheral vision for months, but whenever you turned to look, he was gone. He always had some weird type of makeup on, bluish-purple tear streaks. That was mainly how you recognized him. 

That is, if you weren’t hallucinating him. Which you probably were.

The day was going was like any other, with you getting up to get ready, and eating breakfast. However, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched somehow. It must’ve been your brain playing tricks on you.

Right?

You got up to put the bowl from your cereal into the sink. Glancing out into the woods by your house, you saw the fog had become thicker, and there was some heavy smoke in the fog as well. 

“What the hell?” You muttered, squinting to look for any explanation for the smoke. The fog was normal, you got that around here all the time, but the smoke? That was new. 

That was when you felt an intense gaze on your back. You turned, but again, there was no one. You sighed, and walked back to your room, hands stuffed in the pocket of your hoodie. You didn’t notice that the smell of smoke was becoming stronger the closer you got to your room. You opened the door to your room, your body freezing up and eyes widening at what you saw inside. 

The same man who you had seen in your vision for months was sitting on your bed, like it was something he did every day. When he saw you enter, you could see his eyes light up, and a smile cross his face. 

“Hi, doll,” Was what he said. Doll?! Where did that even come from?! 

You tried to move, to run, to do anything, but your body wouldn’t move. You just.. froze. You could only watch as he got up and walked towards you, a lovesick look in his eyes.

“Do you know how long I’ve waiting for this moment, doll? Months,” He said, looking deep into your eyes. You were terrified. “But it’ll be okay now, and you can come with me, doll!” He placed a hand on your head. “Sleep,” 

You blacked out after that. When you came to, you were in a dark room, tied up in a chair. A single lightbulb illuminated the room. Huh, cliché much? You thought. You heard footsteps, then a door opened, and the man walked in. 

He leaned in close to you, running a hand through your hair, looking in your eyes once again.

“Shhh.. shhh, it’s okay, Natemare’s here,” He said. What a.. weird name. “I’ll say this now, doll: You’ll never be getting away from me. Ever. I love you, and you’ll learn to love me just as much, isn’t that right?” 

You still felt scared. So scared. But he didn’t seem to take that into account, acting like he had known you for years, like kidnapping you was no big deal. He sighed.

“I’m sorry for the sudden visit, but I just couldn’t hold myself back any longer. You understand, right? What it’s like?” You gave him a puzzled look. “To be so in love that it tears you apart when you aren’t with the person you love? When you see them every day, but never get to tell them how much you love them? B-But now you’re here! And you can put m-me back together again!” 

His voice started to waver and break after the last part, and Natemare sounded insane. You put him back together? What the hell does he even mean? You didn’t want to be here at all! 

“Let me go!” You shouted. He looked heartbroken as soon as he heard you. His hands clenched into fists, the smell of smoke getting stronger with his anger, and.. his eyes started to glow purple. 

“Let you g-go? Doll, I’d NEVER let you go, do you understand me?! You are here to stay.” 

#yandere tw #kidnapping tw #natemare #nwtb egos #natewantstobattle egos #natemare nwtb #nathan sharp #yandere Natemare #my writing

[farmerlarrry]

Orange Slices (Joel Miller x f!reader)

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story summary: A story about finding companionship and love in the midst of chaos.

a/n: **updated for mistakes**

word count: 4298

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Chapter Three

Tommy had been right, the following days were long and grueling. There was little luck finding any supplies as most of the rest stops along the highway had been picked over pretty well; just the occasional can of food was found underneath a pile of broken pieces of wood and trash, or a collapsed shelf. Every time you and Tommy left a building, usually without finding anything, he’d tell you the one thing he was happy about was that this run wasn’t about food. They were pretty well stocked in Jackson, growing what they could according to the season. They have goats, cows, chickens; multipurpose livestock is what he referred to them as. Canned food was mainly kept for the winter and emergencies, as a backup if the crops failed or something happened to the animals. Thankfully, we haven’t run into any issues so far, and Joel and I are usually pretty lucky, scoring a few more each run to add to the stash. The whole point of this supply run was to find things to enrich the community—clothes and books. More importantly, medical supplies such as medicine and bandages. You found out Tommy set up a trade in Denver, it was a lot further out than he wanted to go, but he decided to take a chance on it. These people needed food, and Jackson needed pills and other medical supplies, which they supposedly had. Unfortunately, when he entered the city, he was ambushed, resulting in him having to ditch the truck to escape safely. He confided in you that he had the feeling that the attack was actually the group just trying to get free shit. He was upset that they succeeded. If Joel had been there, Tommy shook his head, they wouldn’t have known what was comin’ at ‘em. 

The thing that has sucked the most during this journey is the lack of coverage, Tommy often expressed his anxiety over this fact. Sleeping in the shallow ditches was about as much coverage as there was at night, only to be walking out in the open by day. The side of the road had been flattened, offering nowhere to run or hide unnoticed if something were to happen. The main worry wasn’t infected, they don’t stay in low-populated areas, the main worry was other people, especially since you were following a main road between states. Tommy said he would feel better walking through the woods or at least sleeping there at night, however, he didn’t feel confident enough to do so, Joel had always been the one leading them through heavily forested areas. The last thing we need is to get lost, Tommy told you, always with a nervous twinge in his voice. The only thing keeping you going is the car that’s supposed to get the three of you the rest of the way back to Jackson. Your feet are pretty beat up from your shoes not being broken in before going on such a long trek; blood has seeped through your socks, now leaving behind dry, hard brown splotches. 

The trip from Fort Collins to where Joel is waiting for Tommy was only supposed to be a day and a half at most by foot, at least according to Tommy, however, you guys are now on your fourth day due to some unfortunate happenings. The second day was honestly the roughest, Tommy fell asleep the previous night while on watch, he didn’t sleep the night before but insisted he was fine and urged you to get some rest. With your luck, there had been a group of people traveling through; something must have alerted them of your presence, even though Tommy was careful to camouflage yours and his things in the thick brush on the side of the road. You instantly awoke to the clicking of one of the gun’s hammer and twigs snapping beneath their feet. The two of you booked it into the forested area a few yards from the side of the road, and the group of men tried chasing you guys down, firing shots in your direction. Luckily, because of how dark it was, they quickly gave up. You overheard one of these guys yell in the distance to the others that it wasn’t worth getting lost over. Unluckily, though, due to the darkness, Tommy tripped over a large tree that fell, banging his shin up pretty badly. It took you a while to find him, only having the sound of his whispered voice guide you to him. When you found him, unsure if the men were still following you, you pulled him into a bush at the base of a tree. For the rest of the night, the bush was where you both stayed, only sharing hushed whispers when you were sure the group had finally taken off. 

When the morning came, you got a better look at the damage Tommy had received. His shin had a deep gauge, and dried blood stuck to the hair on his legs, clumping it together. His knee looked all sorts of fucked up, and he couldn’t straighten it out completely. You were no doctor, but you could tell that his kneecap was definitely not where it was supposed to be. You helped Tommy wrap up the gouge with a bandage as best you could with what he had. 

“Thank God I have my emergency oxys” He shook a small zip-lock bag before downing the pills, taking a larger dose than he honestly should’ve taken. You let out a nervous laugh, worried about what the rest of the trip might bring. 

Although he swore he couldn’t feel a thing after a while, he still walked with a severe limp. Not long after trying to find a way out of the forest, Tommy found a long stick that he used as a crutch. That seemed to help him quite a bit. The rest of the day had been spent trying to find a way out, thankfully, you had been walking straight towards the road, so it didn’t set you back too much. It could’ve been a lot worse, like walking in the wrong direction; neither of you wanted to say it out loud, but that was the truth. Now, all you can think about is how you can’t wait to reach the cabin, you keep picturing a small wooden house in your mind, getting closer, and closer with each step. 

Apart from yours and Tommy’s misfortune, you do have to admit you were happy to be out of the city. Not only was there less of a chance of running into infected, but there were also a lot fewer areas that required your gas mask; every time you had to put it on, you felt like you were on the verge of passing out due to the lack of pure oxygen. Out in the open, the cordycep spores couldn’t linger like they could in the basements of buildings and other dark, secluded areas. It had always haunted you that you could turn a corner and unknowingly walk right into the spores, only realizing it after it was too late.

“I have to be honest with ya’,” Tommy says, breaking the silence that had ensued for the majority of the day, not hiding the concern in his voice. “I’m worried Joel won’t be there when we get there.”

You both come to a standstill, mirroring each other’s stance: hand on one hip, mouth agape, eyes squinted due to the brightness of the sun. Tommy stares at you with a defeated look as you bring your hand up to your forehead to further shield your eyes from the sun.

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While on your journey to Wyoming, Tommy shared a fair amount of information about his brother Joel, however, he didn’t go into too much detail. Just the normal stuff someone would share about their sibling with a new friend, you suppose. Joel is older than Tommy by four years, making Joel 41 years old (earlier, Tommy told you about the celebration the community held for his 37th birthday before he and Joel departed on their outing). He expressed the stubbornness of Joel, most of the time making him out to be an asshole, but Tommy loves him regardless, partly because of the guilt he feels for all the shit he put Joel through both before and after the outbreak. All they had left from before was each other. He's always been kind of like this, life was... hard, for the both of us, more so for him, I realize now, but after outbreak day, the shit that happened...I worry about him, I really do. Tommy expressed, you saw the sadness in his eyes when he told you this. He kept his gaze averted from you. Tommy also told you about himself, although he said he didn’t have anything that interesting to tell you. He told you a little bit about himself before the outbreak, he grew up in Arlington, joined the Army when he was eighteen, and did some time in Operation Desert Storm during the Gulf War. After he was discharged, he joined Joel’s business as a contractor and ran various jobs with him. He also told you about his girlfriend back at the community; he knew of her for quite some time, but they officially met a few years ago at a community gathering. His eyes light up every time he mentions her. Joel isn’t the biggest fan of her, not because of who she is, but because he thinks it’s stupid to get involved with anyone given the state of the world. She’s a fine woman, Tommy, but you can’t protect her from the world, there is no guarantee you or her will be alive tomorrow, Tommy mocked Joel . He seems hurt about not having his brother’s approval, and as much as you feel for him, you kind of agree with Joel. You don’t understand why anyone would be open to that kind of pain and suffering if anything were to happen. 

At this point, Tommy and Joe had been out for about two and a half weeks, separating after the first week because Joel wanted to go one way, the opposite way Tommy had planned. I went over the plan with him before we left, multiple times, and regardless, I’m not surprised the tough-headed son-of-a-bitch decided to go off by himself once we were far enough from Jackson; it completely makes sense now why he insisted on taking two vehicles instead of just one. Tommy told you, making it very apparent that it annoyed him. For Tommy, this has been the longest he’s been gone since joining the community, and his girlfriend was very hesitant about him going. She’s going to freak out when she sees me, Tommy told you with a small laugh and kicking his injured leg out.

Of course, Tommy asked questions about you, too. However, you mainly focused on your life after the outbreak; you weren’t the same person as before, and there was no point in talking about her. She’s a ghost of the past, someone who is now a stranger, even to yourself. The only thing you told him from before was that you were attending an all-girls boarding school in Texas and that you were 16 at the time of the outbreak, which is how you ended up at the Houston QZ. You also told Tommy you originally planned to head east because you had some family out there. Man, Joel and I went to Boston for a bit, stayed at the zone... tough shit it was out there. He changed the subject after, giving the impression he picked up on your cue that it wasn’t something you were willing to expand on. You appreciated that. You continued to share more of your story, including how you went from Houston to Denver with a group of people, leaving alone to head north. You told him more about a small group of survivors at the apartment building and the attack, which is why you were out alone just before the two of you met. He looks at you like you're some sort of miracle, unable to fathom how far you’ve made it, mostly on your own with next to no supplies. As he expressed his amazement, you thought to yourself, If only he knew what you had to do to get to where you are today, and all that you lost. 

“Now you are one that Joel has to meet,” he continued. “You are a badass, missy. You know that?”

You both laugh in unison, you feel somewhat guilty for forcing yours. Tommy is a good companion, he’s a great person to talk to, and he’s kind. You like Tommy. 

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“Really?” You respond to Tommy’s uncertainty, taking a step towards the edge of the now familiar highway, kicking at the loose rocks and tarmac, your left hand reaching into your front pocket and grabbing a hold of the green stone, rubbing the smooth surface with the pad of your thumb. “What makes you think that?”

Tommy’s face twists up, taking a moment to think before responding. 

“One thing I didn’t tell you earlier,” Now sounding defeated. “Joel is known for leaving, running away from the people around him because he just won’t fucking open up about whatever's going on in his head. Just got him back too long ago.”

He’s looking down at one of his hands, picking at the skin around his nail bed.

Tommy began to tell you how he and Joel stuck together when everything first happened, meeting a woman named Tess along the way and inviting her in. When they got to the Boston QZ, just as he had said, everything was so fucked up, which made him pissed off. He eventually left to join the Fireflies, I just wanted to help liberate what was left of the world from those FEDRA bastards. He heard they had been looking for a cure and decided he wanted to be a part of the search . Joel wasn’t happy with me at all, but I couldn’t sit there every day workin’ my ass off for little to no payout. Tommy didn’t last long with the Fireflies, it turned out they were just as messed up as FEDRA, so he left again, not knowing where to go, and headed west. He ended up meeting Maria and her dad, which is how he found out about Jackson.  

A few years later, Joel and Tommy found each other again. Tommy brought him back to the community, walked him through Jackson, and showed him everything it had to offer. Although it was small at the time and still needed improvement, it was a lot better than what the world was like beyond the gates. The fucker left a few nights after I brought him in, just leaving me a note telling me not to come lookin’ for him. Then the cycle began, he came and went a few times after that, returning to Boston under the guise that he couldn’t just leave Tess there. I know that’s not the reason, I practically begged him over and over again to bring Tess with him, she was family at this point. Tommy gave up on the idea of him and Joel ever truly coming to peace with each other, so he gave up trying to make him stay, started focusing on the future of Jackson, and building a life of his own. He showed up again... five, maybe six months ago, however, something was different about him this time, I still can’t put my finger on it, but he’s different. So far he’s stayed, but… Tommy left it at that. 

“Tommy,” you sympathetically start, but he quickly cuts you off.

“Whatever happens, happens, you know?” He abruptly says after clearing his throat, quickly wiping his eyes, secretly hoping you don't notice. “Gotta get you back to the community to meet everyone.”

Tommy takes a few steps towards you with a smile on his face, the lines around his eyes showing more prominently now. He puts his hand on one of your shoulders and squeezes it for a short moment, before beginning to head down the road again.

Since Tommy showed you the photos of the place in Jackson, you'd been meaning to ask him more about it, he’s told you bits and pieces of information, mainly at night when neither of you could sleep, but you were eager to know more. You wanted to know everything about this place that would soon become your home. Before, you were scared to ask questions about it, you convinced yourself in your mind that there was no way Tommy was being serious about you being welcome to join. Now you felt it was the perfect time to get his mind off of Joel, and he gave you an opening. Gotta get you back to the community to meet everyone.

“Hey Tommy,” Your voice is a little louder than you meant it to be. He must have felt some sort of urgency in your tone, causing him to abruptly stop, turn his body towards you, and furrowed his brows together.

“What’s up?” He asks in a soft, concerned voice, bringing his brows together as he speaks.

“Tell me more about this place, would ya?” That glimmer of hope ignited in the center of your chest once again.

Tommy starts with how friendly the community as a whole was; it is now home to more than twenty families, including Charles and his two kids. It was safe as they had people on watch at all times of day and night, and besides that fact, life was pretty much normal within the wall, almost as it had been before the outbreak. He did tell you about the occasional issue that arises with the bandit group that lives on the other side of the dam, however, they rarely have the upper hand in the fight. Maria and her father had originally founded it; you remember the photo of Tommy shaking a man’s hand and a woman standing off to the side, and you make a mental note that it was Maria. They desperately wanted to find a way to follow how life used to be. The key to Jackson’s success was the North Teton Dam, a hydroelectric dam that generated power for the community. There were greenhouses to grow crops, something that turned out to be very successful, as well as livestock, as he told you about earlier. Children were able to grow up without fear, going to school, playing with their friends, watching movies, and reading books. For the most part, everyone lived in peace. There were people of all ages, and people felt secure enough to create families. Everyone works together, whether it’s helping in the greenhouse, teaching children in the school, or helping out in the kitchen. Wherever help was needed, people were there. There’s a medical center, and while it does need some improvement, it gets the job done, Tommy is usually the one who makes sure it is well stocked with the help of Joel since he’s been back. There’s no such thing as public beatings, very few things are punishable by death, though they have yet to have a situation happen that would result in that. 

“Sounds amazing, ” you say, enamored. 

“Well, we have our issues occasionally,” Tommy runs his hand down the back of his head, “‘bout as normal as things are gonna get. Think of it as one big family, there are issues at times, but we always manage to pull through. There’s a place for everyone, really. I think you’ll find your spot quite quickly.”

Tommy nudges your arms, before pointing off into the distance.

“You see that?” He’s still pointing, as you strain your eyes, squinting them. “Off to the right of the highway.”

You can’t tell what he’s pointing to until you come up the road a bit more.

“Is that,” you trail off, Tommy picking up on what you were going to say.

“Yep,” He starts walking a bit faster, with much more pep in his step than before. “It’s just down that dirt road.” 

Tommy is practically running, as best as he can, down the road. You quickly join in, just as eager to get there, although for a different reason.

The farther down the dirt road you get, Tommy starts calling out to Joel, you fall behind Tommy as the back of your heel is now stinging with an immense sensation of pain, you are running with a slight limp. The cabin had come into clear view. It was made out of dark wood, parts of the external framing were falling apart, and the front left window had been smashed in, but other than that, it looks like it is in okay condition, enough to offer a safe place to stay for a little while.

“Joel?” Tommy calls out once again. 

The front door swings open, hitting the wooden wall behind it; a man, a little taller than Tommy, appears in the doorway. Joel, Tommy breathily mutters under his breath and smiles. Joel begins jogging toward Tommy, meeting him in the middle before embracing him in a tight hug. Nothin’ like brotherly love, you think to yourself as you watch the two.

“It’s about goddamn time, Tommy.” Joel declares, sounding slightly annoyed, but there was a sense of relief behind his tone. “What the hell happened to you?”

You gaze behind the two, noticing the beat-up station wagon sitting just to the side of the home. The front windows are down about halfway and the back is propped open, you notice the back is full of some sort of fabric, most likely clothes and blankets, canned food, piles of books, and a large tank of water that could probably last the three of you for a week.

“Sorry, brother,” Tommy says, letting go of Joel and taking a step back. “Got caught up in some shit, had to leave the truck...”

As Tommy is explaining what caused his delayed return, you and Joel make eye contact. His demeanor instantly changes; his brows furrowed together, a sinister look resonates in his dark eyes. His body language is practically screaming, who the fuck are you? Tommy had yet to pick up on this shift and continued talking before finally mentioning you. 

“Joel, she’s an absolute badass,” he brags in a playful tone, patting Joel on the back while turning towards you. “This is my brother Joel, who I’ve been telling you about.”

Tommy was right, Joel is an ass. The pure look of disgust on his face when Tommy introduced you to him. You’re not sure what to do, it’s not really accustomed nowadays to shake hands and exchange ‘ nice to meet you’s’, not like Joel seems pleased to meet you anyway. Usually, when people greet each other now, it’s with a gun to the head and a swift kick to the ribs. Although, his expression sort of conveyed that if Tommy weren’t here right now, you'd be getting a good ol’ ass kicking.

“It’s, uh, it’s nice to meet you,” you stammer, breaking eye contact with him, feeling intimidated by his presence. Tommy glances between your faces, finally picking up on Joel’s feelings and rounding his shoulders, dropping the smile he previously had.

"C'mon, man, don’t be like that,” He slightly whines, following Joel, who is now heading in the direction of the vehicle.

Now feeling awkward, you follow behind, keeping a distance, eventually making your way over to the steps that lead up to the porch of the cabin.

“Woah,” Tommy exclaims, causing you to look up from the ground.  “Looks like you hit a gold mine, do I want to know what you did to get all this?”

Tommy’s tone changes to a much more serious one when questioning Joel. Joel is leaning up against the side of the car with his arms crossed, he has a devilish look on his face.

“Don’t worry about it,” He's now looking Tommy directly in the eyes. “What’s done is done.”

A look of anger washes over Tommy, and Joel quickly reacts with a chuckle, pushing himself off from the car.

“I’m joking,” He rolls his eyes, and he walks over to Tommy. “Went through a lot of different places, a lot easier and quicker when you actually have a car... and not injured.” 

Tommy shoots his hands up in protest, Joel’s comment obviously hitting a nerve.

“How was I supposed to know I was going to be ambushed, and then fucking jumped?” He shouts, Joel is now laughing much harder, starting to mock Tommy’s facial expressions. 

“That’s what happens when you decide to live in this magical dreamworld, little brother,” Joel harshly says before looking at you, “You get sloppy and make stupid decisions.” 

Ouch. 

They continue bickering as they make their way up the three steps onto the porch. Joel passes by you as if you didn’t exist,

Tommy softly pats you on the head and gestures for you to come inside and join them as he one-steps his way up the porch steps. He has a few cans of food in his hands, it’s hard to see the faded labels, but it looks like canned green beans and some sort of stew. Your nose crinkles when you see the stew, is that shit still even good after all these years?

You take one look up at the sky, the sun is quickly fading, you no longer feel as optimistic as you did earlier, and a sense of anger washes over you.

Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck him. You think over and over again.

read chapter four here!

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alex and tim hatefuck a lot but during one of the times they are getting rough with each other one of them actually gets hurt.

ohhhh my gosh. its late season three, tim is sooo exhausted. constantly having to join jay on all these stupid outings into the woods because hes worried jay will just die if tim doesnt go, meanwhile he knows alex has killed people, has done horrible horrible things. but.

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but.

they have kinda been having sex for a little while...

tim is pretty sure its an unspoken agreement too. no cameras. no tapes. no telling anyone. and they can be as rough as they want, because who even fucking cares anymore? the first time was in the woods, on the leaves and dirt in the middle of the night. then alex figured out which hotel tim was at, and they did it there. third time, alexs car. and then this time was back to basics, just tim roughing alex up at the doorway of his hotel room, making Sure that the camera was shut off and in the closet, joining tim's. they both bring the cameras every time. probably just habit to carry it around. and at first, they start right up against the door.... then the floor... then the bed and then back to the floor. theres a lot happening. but this is normal for them. its scratching and biting and hissing curses in between messy kisses. and it seems literally like any other time theyve done their little routine, up until the end.

tim is starting to get his shower ready while alex puts his clothes back on and promptly fucks off like usual, except this time he doesnt fuck off, hes kinda just sitting at the little desk in his underwear, squinting down at the shirt he shown up in. tim gives him a very unsubtle side eye. he doesnt want this prick here any longer than necessary. so he snaps something like, what is it. whats taking so long. and alex looks up at him, chest littered in bites bruises, and he mutters that its nothing, but its clearly not nothing, so tim has to sigh and walk over and see what his problem is. and when he gets closer, he notices that alex is looking kinda pale. the bruises showing up more starkly reddish purple against sort of greened, sickly skin. whats with you, he asks again. alex doesnt answer, until tim lightly swats the side of his head and asks again. alex grumbles that he just feels a little....dizzy. at first time is like, oh wow i fucked you so good that youre straight up like sick now? is that it? and alex is all NO >:-( but then it starts becoming clear he really does not feel well, and tim is kind of frustrated because he does still want to shower, and jay is probably going to want to go out looking around the hospital again tomorrow, but tim is a nice guy. he prides himself on still being kind despite the situation hes in. and he does have a little experience with sickly guys who feel like crap and dont know why, so he runs down the usual questions that he asks jay. when did you last sleep? i dont know, yesterday or the day before. have you eaten today? no- wait yes. well what was it? like a protein bar or something i dont know why does it matter??? then, does anything hurt? i dont know, my head i guess. mainly the back of it. and tim thinks back to earlier, and how he had, albeit a bit forcefully, slammed alex into the wall in order to bite the shit out of his neck. and he wonders... hm. could alex...... have hit his head? well, its likely.

so begrudgingly, tim drags alex to the shitty hotel bed, makes him drink a room temperature bottled water, and after wards alex has his head to his knees, empty stomach and pounding head not agreeing with all the water he'd just downed. and as tim rifles through the food he has on him, he wonders, not really for the first time, why they only have ever met at the places tim's staying before. of course, there was alex's car, but that's not really a place to STAY. he tosses some snack stuff to alex, sits on the bed, and asks him, hey, where are you staying these days anyway? alex snatches the food, tearing open one of the packages, and scowls at him. why do you care???? he looks starving. tim gets a scowl on his face too. well, doesnt It fucking like you or whatever? you seem to be its favorite after all, so i dont think it would really let you just sleep on the side of the road. alex sneers, clearly unamused, and keeps eating through a bag of pretzels. of course i have a place to stay, he snaps, and then doesnt elaborate. they sit in silence with that for a little while, tim more uncomfortably than alex. then he stands up and looks for his clothes and says hes gonna go to the ice machine. when he comes back, maybe he had also bought a few more snacks from the vending machine in the lobby. and maybe its a little gentle when he situates a makeshift icepack under alex's head. they dont do any of this after care shit usually, but tim wonders if maybe. well. maybe if theyre gonna keep doing this, then perhaps they should.

#OHHH THIS GOT OUT OF HAND #sorry anon i think u inspired me a little #i liked this prompt a lot #asks #timlex