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videosihadsaved · 11 months
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gxtitobxby · 1 year
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sof yk what daryl loves eating you out from behind. idk why but it just fits him so much more than normal oral sex
yES YESS YESSSSSS I said this on one of gill's posts there's something about daryl that sCREAMS eating it from the back and it's so so special to me,,,,
I think especially at the beginning, eating you out in the normal position is way too vulnerable and intimate, so he instinctively goes in from the back so he doesn't have to look in your eyes for too long ( I think this also applies to him almost exclusively fucking you doggy for the first like three times ) when you actually get closer and you break down some of his walls he's def more wiling to getting down between your thighs but he still just really likes it from the back :')
it's something about how weak it gets you, he likes propping you up on your knees with your back arched and ass up in the air or standing against a wall and just watch how weak your knees get and your legs threaten to give out and he has to physically hold you up, biceps bulging grunting into your cunt nghhhh
+ "go on, you know how i want you," with a pat to your ass and then he just leans back and watches you scramble to all fours, ass in the air, and you give him the softest little look over your shoulder, eyes glassy and pussy clenching around nothing. he rewards you with one of his rare smiles as he saddles up behind you and grabs roughly at your ass, kneading at it and loving the way the fat of it bulges between his fingers and ripples when he smacks it, dropping a wet kiss to the bottom of your spine. "atta girl"
++ also let's not pretend he doesn't give ur asshole just as much attention because he is a giving king and loves slobbering all over u :')
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merakiui · 2 months
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For that one Fwb prompt: "Did you just congratulate me for having sex with you?" featuring our cringe-fail-loser-virgin tako <3
>:) it is time to cook!!!!!! Admittedly, he's not very loser virgin here, but that's okay. <3 we love all sides of Zuzu.
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In the aftermath of orgasmic bliss, drenched in fluids and panting, you reach up to pat Azul's head. His soft, silken hair is matted with sweat, but then you're no different. It's filthy, but it feels right. A joint effort to indulge in an imperfect mess in a private slice of heaven—that's what this is. Or, in less flowery terms, fucking like animals in your bedroom.
"Congrats," you manage through a raspy mumble.
Azul blinks at you, his walls rising despite your casual touch. His arms are still caging you in, unfaltering. Sweat clings to every crevice in lean musculature. He's something of a Renaissance nude, effortlessly handsome, and he's looking at you like you've just grown gills.
"Did... Did you just congratulate me for having sex with you?"
"Yeah."
He almost stumbles over his words, but he saves himself with a swift clearing of his throat and an off-the-cuff, "Why, thank you for your kind congratulations. I'm honored."
You laugh, unfazed with his theatrics. "You're very welcome."
His hand drags along your cheek, returning your affectionate petting with gentle strokes. Sometimes you think he's trying to paint you with an invisible brush whenever he touches you like this. Sweet and mindful, as if he might break you if he exerts just a little pressure.
"Is there a reason you're congratulating me? This isn't the first time we've done this."
"I just felt like saying it."
Suspicious, Azul narrows his eyes. You drag his face down to meet yours. Rather than connecting your lips, you kiss his cheek.
"You're good in bed. Seriously! Can't I give credit where credit is due?"
"You can. But I thought we already established that fact long ago."
"Oh, so my opinions are fact now?"
"Irrefutable fact, yes."
You roll your eyes, a smile playing at your lips. "Cheeky jerk."
"Takes one to know one, my dear. There's no need to pretend otherwise."
"You say that, but look who's ready for round two. Aren't you getting too greedy? I thought you said you had somewhere to be."
"How cold of you to show me the door when I've been nothing but attentive..."
"I rescind my congratulations. You're a cheeky, irritating jerk."
Azul flashes his teeth at you in a shameless, sticky smirk-grin. His hands slide down to grab your hips, hoisting them up to meet his halfway. "We'll see how long that opinion of yours holds."
"That one's not fact, huh?"
"If it is, I'm about to prove it wrong."
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vaporwavebeach-writes · 6 months
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Kinktober Day 11 (Humiliation)
Kevin Moskowitz (The Deep) x Reader (NSFW)
(1,127 Words)
Summary: the one where you peg him
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Warnings/Tags: 18+, gender neutral reader, strap-on, oral (on the strap), humiliation (duh), degradation, dom/sub, dom!reader, hair pulling, premature orgasm, pegging
Notes: I love bullying him LMAO this can be read as a sequel to this or a standalone, anyway enjoy the fic!!!
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“God, you’re so fucking pathetic.” You grit out. Your words are cruel and disgusted, but your mind certainly feels the opposite way. In front of you is a beautiful sight: The Deep- Kevin, on his knees taking your strap in his mouth. He sucks on the artificial cock throughly, gingerly sucking just past the tip. “Make sure you suck it real good,” you grip his hair firmly, “get it all nice and wet, since you’re the one who’s going to be taking it up the ass.”
You can hear his pitiful whimpering around the silicone cock. His oceanic eyes slam shut as he swallows the strap further down his throat. He’s slow with it, but that’s to be expected. As he gets further down the base, you can hear him gag around you. Barking out a spiteful laugh, your hands continue to grip at his chestnut hair.
“Good job, Kevin!” You praise, voice laced with a mocking cruelty. “Make sure you really get every, single…” you thrust into his mouth, causing a mixture of a moan and a gag to erupt from his throat. “…Inch.” You chuckle as The Deep writhes below you. Saliva trickles down the corner of his mouth.
Looking down, you spy his massive cock, erect and practically aching through the spandex of his supe costume. It was utterly gratifying to Kevin in a position as compromising as this. In the public eye, he could talk the talk, but behind clothes doors? He was nothing but talk, and in your mind, someone who talks should probably be putting their mouth to other uses; especially when the mouth they have spouts arrogant and douchey remarks.
“Please,” Kevin asks imploringly, “can we just, um, rip off the band aid?” You roll your eyes, deciding to play dumb.
“What do you mean, Kevin?” You ask, playfully. “There is no band aid.”
“Oh come on!” He runs a shaky hand through his hair. “You know what I mean.” It was almost embarrassing to see how badly The Deep wanted you to fuck him. Unfortunately for him, you didn’t want to give him that satisfaction so easily.
“I know, but I want you to say it.”
“God,” he sighs, “this is so-”
“Humiliating? Yeah that’s kinda the point, you fucking idiot.” You grin, sadism dripping from your voice.
Kevin lets out a defeated sigh. His eyes refuse to meet yours as he mumbles his wish.
“Can you, p-please…”
“What was that, Kevin?” You reply, thoroughly enjoying his torment. “I don’t think I caught that.”
The Deep says nothing in reply.
“Aw Kevin, that really is a shame,” you pout mockingly. “I thought you would be more confident in your sexuality, you know, since you didn’t have a problem with humiliating those women.” You jab venomously. “But really?” You make your way around him, bringing a hand to pat on his shoulder, where The Deep tenses almost immediately. “Is it because you have no control?”
“Okay, now wait a-”
“It’s because of those, huh?” Your head is in the crook of his neck, staring at his gills. “Are you really that insecure of them, that you feel the need to have so much control?” You turn your head to Kevin’s, staring intensely, waiting for a reply.
Kevin stammers, completely taken aback. A bewildered expression is splashed across his face when he realizes that you’re right. Swallowing his pride, the sweet words you’ve been waiting to hear finally make their way out of his lips with a grunt of desperation.
“Please just fuck me already.”
You clap your hands together, with a wicked chuckle. The Deep stands there, stupidly and full of anticipation.
“Oh wow,” you push him forward onto the bed. He flips himself around, leaning on his arms to face you, reverently. “If only I knew that’s all it took.” Your eyes glaze up and down Kevin’s chiseled body, practically eye-fucking his gills. Clearing your throat, you lift the strap for emphasis. “Ass up, Kevin.”
He obeys quickly. Pulling down the bottom half of his spandex and tossing it to the side, Kevin is nude, bending over to give you access to his ass. Giving it a quick slap, he flinches. You snicker before easing the strap inside of him. He lets out a guttural exhale as you begin thrusting into him at a steady pace.
As he gets used to the feeling of being fucked in the ass, you decided to test ho much more he can take. Raising an arm to steady yourself on him, Kevin arches his back so he can feel the strap with every thrust.
“God, look at you,” you chuckle barbarously. Shameless moans erupt from Kevin’s throat. “Taking me like the bitch that you are.”
“I-I, please…” is all that he manages to stammer out in his amorous state.
“C’mon, you can get the words out,” you drawl, voice tarnished with cruelty, as you push into him harder, making it more difficult for him to get the words out.
“Please… I want, I-”
“You can do it, Kevin,” you taunt in his ear. “Tell me what you want or you’re only gonna make it worse for yourself.”
“I w-want to come, so f-fucking bad,” he groans wantonly.
“You do?” You ask playfully. You bring your mouth to his neck, biting gently. He whimpers in reply. “You can come when I tell you to.”
“F-fuck, you,” he mutters.
“What was that?” You ask, voice dripping poisonously.
“Nothing, I-”
“No, no I heard you,” your hand snakes it’s way through The Deep’s hair, and like a serpent, you strike, grabbing a fistful of it to pull him back. “No way you’re that fucking stupid, talking back to me. I think this behavior is deserving of a punishment, don’t you agree?”
“Yes,” Not wanting to make it worse by defying you, Kevin whimpers pathetically. You can’t tell if it was out of fear or pleasure, but you continue with your threat.
“I swear to you,” you continue thrusting roughly, “I’m going to make your life a living hell, fucking you so stupid, so rough, you won’t even be able to-”
You soon get your answer to Kevin’s response as he finishes all over the bed, coming in thick white ropes. You pull out and pull back, shocked. He turns around in shame, eyes doe-like. Your anger soon dissipates into a sadistic chuckle and evolves into uproarious laughter.
“Holy shit, looks like you couldn’t hold it all together, huh?” you giggle venomously, putting your hands on your hips. “Oh well, looks like we’re gonna have to train up this little pain slut before any real damage can be done, right?” Kevin says nothing, breathing heavily. He’s embarrassed, utterly exhausted. He sighs, ready to face the music.
“Right.”
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hypnoneghoul · 8 months
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Could we possibly please!! get dew eating mist out while playing with her gills?
❤️❤️ thank you in advanved for the consideration
oh, ABSOLUTELY, dear anon! I kinda made it a second part of this ficlet, if you're not familiar. it's super short because I'm at work all day but shhh
Dewdrop scrambled to get out from under Mist, grabbing her by the hips and laying her flat on her back. The ghoulette chuckled at his eagerness to please, "Calm down, there's no rush."
"M- mommy, let- lemme- please," he whined, drooling as he stared at the slick darkened fabric of Mist's pants.
"Yeah, take 'em off," with the permission Dew didn't waste a second, hooking his shaking fingers over the waistband of the jeans and trying to pull them down. Mist had to help, he was too shaky and too unfamiliar with topside clothing, but after a moment he was drooling again, this time even more, at the sight of her bare cunt glistening with slick.
Dewdrop looked up at the ghoulette for just a split second and the nod he received then was the only thing he needed to dive straight in. He didn't really know what he was doing, the water ghoul was too far gone to do anything but lick and slurp on the sweet wetness.
"You're a- oh- a natural, turns out," Mist breathed out, a moan interrupting her, as Dew lapped ate her out like it was his lat meal. She gently hooked her legs over the ghoul's shoulder and his hands instinctively moved to grab at her waist. "G- good boy, mhm."
Dewdrop hummed against her pussy, the vibrations causing Mist to let out a borderline pornographic moan. He really was a natural. The water ghoul's hands started to wander, at first smooth glides up and down Mist's sides, then an awkward patting, like trying to find a TV remote in the dark.
His TV remote, though, turned out to be the gills on the ghoulettes ribs, adorned with soft fins just under her delicious tits.
Dewdrop did his best to calm down the shaking of his hands, for Mist's sake, as she let out a gasp at both his tongue in her cunt and the anticipation of that elegant fingers in her gills.
"D- do it, make me cum like a good boy," she encouraged when Dew's fingers hovered over the slits for too long. With his talented mouth she would need only the slightest of touches in that extremely sensitive spot to cum.
The young ghoul moved up from drowning in her pussy to suckling at her clit when he gently pushed his pinky finger into one of the gills. The beautiful sound Mist let out at that would probably make him wet in a second for the next months if not years, every time he'd remember.
"Yeah, yean, god, like that, mhm," she praised, her eyes squeezed shut so tight it had to hurt, "good boy. Give- give mommy a bit more, just a bit more."
Dewdrop, like the good boy he is, obeyed, two more fingers joining his pinky in the other gills, his other hand mirroring the action on the other side of the ghoulette's ribcage.
One more suck to her clit, and Mist cried out, clenching on Dewdrop's tongue where it dipped into her again and flooding his eager mouth with slick.
He lazily tongue fucked her through it, switching up to nuzzling his face into her lower belly with a quiet purr, arms wrapped around her middle, when she started to twitch from overstimulation.
Mist dropped her hand to the waterfall of sweaty silvery hair, petting the young ghoul and letting sweet praises escape her mouth, "You did so good for me, such a good boy for mommy."
He was a quick learner.
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solarrghoull · 4 months
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Wanted to post a little blurb of writing! So here we get a look into soft moments in the pack!
It was early in the morning when Dewdrop woke up, Mountain was still asleep next to him lightly snoring; his hand thrown over his face. Smiling, Dewdrop placed a kiss to Mountain’s cheek before getting out of bed and to the bathroom to shower. Dewdrop then made his way to the kitchen and started up the tea and coffee for everyone and gathered the ingredients for breakfast. He got the bacon and waffles started before he started on the muffins.
Just as he was about to pop the muffins into the oven Dewdrop felt a pair of long arms wrap around him and pull him closer, the scent of teakwood and lavender hitting his nose.
“Hi big guy.” Dewdrop greeted, melting into Mountain’s hold
“You were gone when I woke up, Firebug.” Mountain grumbled out, nosing against Dewdrop’s scarred over gills.
Dewdrop patted Mountain’s arms, the taller letting go of him to let Dew pop the muffins into the oven.
“Yeah, it’s my turn to make breakfast. And you were dead ass asleep when I left our bed.” Dewdrop explained, letting out a whistle and yelling that breakfast was ready.
“COME ON LAZY ASSES. GET SOME FOOD WHILE IT'S HOT AND READY!” Dewdrop yelled.
Mountain rolled his eyes at his blue-silver haired partner as he got himself breakfast and his tea. Today Mountain was drinking a peach raspberry tea that Primo made. It was delicious. And the rest of the pack sleepily came bumbling in, growling and snapping tiredly at each other.
“Come on now you goofballs. It’s 9am. Suns up. Wakey wakeyyy.” Dewdrop sung as he sat down with his own plate of food and happily started munching away.
“Dew… You are way too chipper for 9am.” Rain complained, sleepily taking a sip of his coffee before gnawing on a piece of bacon.
“The suns up, so I'm up.” Dewdrop quipped, flicking Rain’s ear in a teasing manner.
“Did you just quote Frozen?” Swiss asked, slapping some shredded cheese on his scrambled eggs.
“N-No! Shut the fuck up Swass.” Dew growled; a light blush dusting across the pale fire ghoul’s face.
“Aw Dewy. It’s okay if you like Frozen. Its one of my favorite movies!” Sunshine chirped, a wide grin plastered on her face.
“I DON'T LIKE FROZEN. SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH RESPECTFULLY!!” Dewdrop screeched. Sunshine howled out a laugh, her bright red curls bouncing around.
“Whateva you say Princess.” Sunshine chuffed out.
Dewdrop let out a playful growl and bared his fangs at his partner.
“Next time we play Mario Kart I’m gonna kick your cute little ass Sunny.” Dewdrop threatened, pointing his fork at the multi ghoulette. She waved him off with a smile as she continued to eat breakfast. The rest of the pack chattering idly.
After breakfast, Cumulus and Rain did the dishes as Mountain dragged Dew back to Mountain’s room, basically tossing the fire ghoul onto his bed.
“Woah there big guy. Easy on the goods. My ass is worth a date before you take it apart.” Dewdrop giggled as he bounced against the bed. Mountain rolled his eyes and wrapped himself around Dewdrop, wrapping his arms around the lithe fire ghoul, letting out a pleased purr.
“Don’t wanna fuck. Just need cuddles and your warmth. Hurt.” Mountain rumbled out, his face pressed against Dew’s neck at an awkward angle, his tail wrapping around Dew’s thigh. Dewdrop wiggled about.
“Hey. Okay, let me give you a massage then with that Salve you and Rocky made.” Dewdrop stated. Mountain let out a whine before letting go and rolled onto his back.
Dewdrop oogled his boyfriend before shaking his head and grabbing the salve. Said Salve was a pain relief salve that Mountain and a young earth ghoul named Rocky made.
Warming the salve up in his hands Dewdrop finally set to work on rubbing it into Mountain’s back; the giant let out a pleased sigh as Dewdrop worked his magic. He did that for a while, massaging Mountain’s limbs, letting the earth ghoul relax and get all pliant, a deep purr coming from Mountain - even when Dewdrop was done.
Swiftly, Dew got up and washed his hands before joining Mountain back on the bed, kicking his body temp up a notch and wrapping himself around Mountain’s back, resting his face against Mountain’s burgundy waves and neck, nuzzling him and placing a few kisses here and there.
“Thank you, Firelight. For breakfast and for the massage. I appreciate it a lot.” Mountain sighed out, his tail once more finding itself around Dew’s leg. Dewdrop let out a small amused chuff before giving Mountain’s neck another kiss.
“Anytime my love. Anything you need me to do, I'll do it. Rest your eyes now Avani. I love you.” Dewdrop whispered.
“Love you too Firelily.” Mountain mumbled, dozing off, his small snores coming through like music to Dewdrop’s ears.
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wint3r-h3art · 1 year
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It brings me a strange amount of comfort knowing that, as a thicker girl, I could sit on Attuma’s lap without feeling self conscious? Like he would encourage it, all he’d have to do is pat his thighs and I’d hop on… I want this man to baby me tbh
He would ask you to sit on his face, baby girl 🤌 like he can’t drown in your pu$$y when he can breath through his gills. He would drink you up 🤌 Also he’s ginormous, and super strong, he would pick you up so easily and fuck you against the wall if you want. The possibility is endless 😘
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Thicc king deserves more love
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coffeeghoulie · 10 months
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Mushy May Day 22: Helping at Band Practice
Pairing: The beginnings of Dew/Rain
Rating: Teen
Words: 798
Contains: Transformation angst (dew i’m so sorry), Dew’s very bitter about what happened to him and it’s still fresh
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Dew hasn’t spoken to his replacement yet. It’s been a month since he finally got the all clear from the infirmary to go back to practice. He hasn’t been able to look at himself in a mirror yet. He’s lucky he’s alive, the clergy have told him. The ritual was arduous and painful, and Dew almost found himself wishing that he took the other option, especially when Mountain and Aether, well-meaning and trying to keep him caught up with their new packmates, kept gushing about Rain.
He’d pushed Aether and Mountain away after too many conversations turning towards his replacement. “They lit me on fucking fire. They made the two of you fucking watch, you know what they did. He’s the reason we’re even sitting here in the medical wing. Don’t fucking bring him up again or get the fuck out.”
Dew’s first practice with the Cardinale went exactly the way he thought it was going to. A bunch of fresh summons, still stumbling over their instruments, still learning the songs, getting used to the new masks and uniforms, the Cardinal included. Tour started soon, and it was crunch time.
Dew kept wincing as Rain stumbled his way through the beginning of Con Clavi Con Dio, hitting every wrong note. The other ghouls around him glanced from him to Rain and back again. The scent of acrid smoke filled Dew’s nostrils, and he realized he was fuming, the smoke caught by the mask. 
He stomped his foot, setting his new guitar down on its stand and marching up to the new bassist. Dew grabbed his wrist, pulling him off of the rehearsal stage and dragging him to a smaller practice room.
There was a chorus of Oooohs lead by the new multi ghoul, who clearly had the maturity level of a kit, but they shut up as Dew flipped them off with his other hand. 
He slammed the practice room door shut behind them, flipping the lock. “Do you even know what you’re doing?”
The replacement, even with his face mostly covered, looked frightened, eyes wide and clutching the white bass. 
“Give me that,” Dew said, reaching a hand out. “Let me show you what that’s supposed to sound like. “
The water ghoul was still hesitant, hanging onto the neck of the bass. 
“I know what I’m doing,” Dew sighed. “I’m not going to fucking break it.”
He took the strap of the bass off over his head, handing it to Dew, eyes moving across his face like he was trying to find the answer to some question only he knew. 
Dew slung it on over his head, ignoring the thought of “This used to feel right” that made something in his chest ache. He adjusted the strap, seeing as the new ghoul was much taller than him, and began to play. 
Dew had been playing this riff for years. It would have taken far more than the asshole clergy setting him on fucking fire to make him forget how to play. 
He played Con Clavi’s opening, trying to lose himself in the music the way he used to be able to, but it feels wrong. He was still able to play it flawlessly, though, and he mentally patted himself on the back for it.
“That was amazing, how do you know how to play that?” he asked, taking the bass back from Dew.
Dew huffed. He reached up, hooking his fingers under the hem of his balaclava, pulling it down past his throat. He shut his eyes as he heard the water ghoul gasp as he took in the cauterized scars along his throat where his gills once were.
“Oh, what did they do to you?” Rain asked. “Shit, sorry, that’s probably way too far. My bad.”
“Why do you think you’re here Up Top?” Dew snapped, pulling the balaclava back over his mouth. “These humans, as much as they like to claim otherwise, don’t like messing with the Pit unless they don’t have to. Fire ghouls are… difficult to summon. Water ghouls, not so much. Why put in all of the work to find a fire ghoul who isn’t temperamental and itching to burn down your abbey when you can just make one?”
“Oh,” Rain whispered, eyes flashing behind the chrome mask. Dew was tired, he didn't bother trying to read the expression.
“I’m sorry,” Dew said, surprised he was actually apologizing. “Can we start over? I’ve been nothing but rude to you since you came.”
“Of course,” Rain smiled. He stuck his hand out. “I’m Rain. Nice to meet you.”
Dew took a breath before taking Rain’s hand and shaking it. “Nice to meet you, Rain. I’m Dew.”
“Can you teach me how to play?”
“You’ve got a long way to go before we head out, but sure thing.”
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the-cult-of-russo · 1 year
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Just Beneath The Flames (Part 13)
Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader
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Warnings: cursing, smut at some point probably lmao, zombie shit, typical canon violence. You know the drill.
A/N: Alright, bitches, I’m back! Well not fully, I’m still sick as fuck but I’m here and I got the next chapter done lmao I’m trying a whole mind-over-matter approach right now, not only because it's killing me not being able to write, but I’m going to a candlelight rock opera thing on Wednesday. I booked the tickets last year and they weren’t cheap and like fuck I’m not being able to go. If I’m too sick to go, I’m not above throwing a tantrum like a toddler that got their candy taken away from them looool Pray for me.
I almost left you guys on a really mean cliffhanger with this one, not gonna lie. But I’m trying to keep my chapters consistently long and this one fell a little short, so I decided to not be a huge bitch to you guys and add some more. You're welcome lmao
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The putrid smell of rancid and decaying flesh hit your nose and you wretched, covering your mouth quickly as you turned to the side.
“Holy shit,” Billy muttered and when you looked over at him, he was covering his mouth with his arm, squinting slightly at the car that held the offending smell. The highway you’d visited with him once was closer to your current camp than the old one and you’d decided to come here to grab what you could. Knowing the looming threat of yet another hostile group was hanging over you, you all wanted to be prepared. The group had been discussing recently whether or not to go just go down to Virginia. You’d been firmly for the idea even though you loved the current set-up. You were too worried about the group's safety, especially when it came to Sarah and the kids. She was around five months pregnant now or thereabouts, none of you were one hundred percent sure. The idea of being here with this threat when it was time for her to give birth was unsettling but you also had a dark feeling things would come to a head way before then. The issue with going down to Virginia though was not knowing if the safe house was even still standing or safe anymore. You could all pack up and go, only to find you had no place to go and you’d have given up the cabin for nothing, so you understood the reservations. So far, it was only you, the Liebermans and Matt that had voted to go, whereas Billy, Frank, Karen, Foggy and Curtis all thought it was best to wait a little longer. Karen, Foggy and Curtis were all worried about giving up such a good place for potentially nothing, Curtis saying the set-up here would work great for a birth. Billy and Frank wanted to stay because they were confident they could neutralize the threat before it was too late. You believed in them, you really did, but it didn’t mean you weren’t worried. None of you really knew how many of these people there were and it was like Rawlins all over again with not even knowing where they were to hit them first. Once again, you were all waiting to see what happened and you really didn’t like it. 
You opened your mouth to speak but the smell of the death-filled car made your mouth clamp right shut again as you heaved and shook your head.
“I got it,” Billy said, giving you a sympathetic smile as he patted you on the back. You nodded and hurried away, wanting to get as far away from the smell as possible. To some degree, the stench of death didn’t bother you half as much as it used to, but the car had three dead bodies in it that had sat there for god knows how long and it was overwhelming. You made your way over to where Frank and Karen were rifling through a car. 
“You look a little green around the gills there,” Frank smirked, amusement shining in his eyes and you glared at him.
“Hey, Frankie, come help me with this,” Billy called over. Frank nodded and you looked at Billy, catching his smirk directed at you as Frank made his way over.
“Jesus fuck!” he cried out once he got there, heaving louder than you had and it made you snort. Karen giggled, shaking her head fondly at him as she looked through the trunk of a car.
“What do you think?” she asked as she held a pretty floral maxi dress against her.
“It looks good. Not sure how good it would be for running through,” you remarked wryly, noticing the lack of space for legs to run effectively. She pouted, leaning against the trunk with a sigh.
“I miss wearing pretty clothes,” she mused with a frown and you smiled softly before grabbing your knife from your thigh. She was still holding the dress and watched you curiously as you grabbed the bottom before tearing slits up to the thighs on both sides.
“There you go. Now it's pretty and practical,” you smirked and she grinned widely, stuffing it into the duffel bag that was beside her on the floor. She grabbed the bag that was now stuffed full of clothes before taking it over to the truck and tossing it over into the bed. Matt walked over to you then with a backpack in one hand and something in his other. 
“Find anything good?” you asked and he smiled at you before he handed you the object. It was a Hersheys bar and your eyes lit up as you took it.
“Don’t tell anyone,” he murmured with a rueful smile and you grinned, stuffing it into your jacket pocket quickly. 
“Thank you,” you beamed, already excited to eat it.
“Figured I owed you one after you found me some sunglasses,” he smiled back. You felt eyes on you and you looked over to the car Frank and Billy were going through to see Billy already looking over. You couldn't read his face but his eyes were narrowed a little bit at you and Matt and it made you look away. He always got a little weird when you and Matt were together and you remembered Frank’s remark about him being jealous. You and Billy had become sort of best friends, in a different way than him and Frank. You knew he had issues from growing up in the group home and you wondered if he felt like Matt was trying to take his friend away. It sounded juvenile in your own head but it was the only thing you could come up with and you knew he was a complicated man. 
Not long after, you all decided to pack up and leave, Frank, Karen and Matt in the truck and you and Billy in the bed with the goods you’d found. It had been a little over a week since you’d been held at gunpoint by the new group and the past couple of days, you’d all been coming to the highway to take bits and pieces but never staying too long. Frank had people taking watch all the time now, two people on day shift and two at night. He’d been getting along with his makeshift fence that was basically big branches with sharpened ends but he’d only gone around the back of the cabin for now. It was proving a lot more work than any of you had thought. Foggy and Curtis were currently taking watch for the day and you and Billy would be on night shift tonight. You didn’t mind pulling the night shift so much, you’d been having problems sleeping anyway. You yawned into your hand as the truck jostled you a little and you felt Billy wrap his arm around your shoulder. You glanced up at him with a smile and he smiled back as you leaned into him, relaxing against his side as you all made your way home. When you got back, you all put your stuff away and you were feeling hopeful about the amount of food you had. Winter wasn’t over yet but even when it would be, food was going to be the hardest struggle you’d all face for however long you lasted. Eventually, the canned goods would run out which is why you wanted to be able to grow your own crops. You didn’t want to have to rely on runs so much to find food and hunting was great but even that wouldn't be enough to sustain you all forever. The day seemed to fly by and before long, it was late and you were getting ready for watch. You felt well-fed, Karen had cooked some soup with rabbit that you’d caught and you jogged down the stairs before slipping out of the front door. Billy was already waiting outside, leaning against a tree with his gun on him, machete attached to his belt. You had your knife and your bow, ready for anything that would come your way. When he looked over at you, the smile he shot you made your breath catch in your throat and you smiled back.
“Ready?” he asked, pushing off the tree.
“Yep,” you replied with a nod. The pair of you started off walking the perimeter of the camp like you always did on watch. As you both walked, you grabbed the candy bar from your pocket, opening it and breaking it in half before handing Billy half of it. He looked shocked when he saw it, a slow smile curling his lips as he took it from you.
“Where’d you find this?” he asked in amazement and you shrugged.
“The highway,” you answered, being vague because you had a feeling if you admitted Matt had given it to you, he might not like it so much. You’d toyed with the idea of giving it to the kids but honestly, you really just wanted to share it with Billy and make him smile. You hadn’t been able to shake how upset he’d been a little over a week ago and you’d done your best to keep him company and make him feel better. He’d seemed fine for the most part but you knew what he was like. You knew he’d bottle it up even if he wasn’t until he erupted like he had with you. 
“Fuck, that’s good,” he murmured with a mouthful of the chocolate and you snorted as you ate your own. 
“I know. If I knew the world would go to hell, I’d have stocked up on chocolate,” you smirked, licking your fingers clean as you finished it off. 
“What do you miss most about the old world?” he asked softly as you walked. He caught you off guard a bit, he never seemed the type to reminisce about that kind of stuff and you glanced at him.
“I miss a lot of shit,” you shrugged with a wry smile and he nudged you with his elbow, giving you a look. 
“Come on, you gotta miss somethin’ in particular,” he insisted. There was so much you missed about the old world and you had a feeling he wasn’t really talking about people, not wanting to open that depressing can of worms. 
“I miss… snacks and… and TV. I miss getting drunk and just being able to relax. I miss donuts and coffee and not being scared every time I meet people. I guess part of me misses all the mundane things, how normal and easy it was. But now… I’m different now, I don’t think I’d settle back into the old world, even if we had the chance,” you answered honestly, feeling heat creep into your face at your boring answer. He looked at you for a long moment before he nodded, looking thoughtful.
“I get that. I miss good food… I miss work. I loved my job, gave it everythin’ I had. I miss my fuckin’ suits and just… just the power I felt when I wore ‘em. I miss goin’ to the bar with Frankie and Curt, miss Karen’s dinner parties even if she got all fuckin’ anal about it,” he snorted wistfully and it made you smile. 
“I remember when I got out of the Marines… I missed it and didn’t all at the same time. Too much bad shit happened for me to wanna stay but part of me always felt like I still belonged out there on the battlefield. I guess you really should be careful what you wish for, huh?” he asked wryly.
“You and Frank are definitely more equipped for the new world than I am,” you murmured softly and he smiled.
“I guess part of us never really left the war,” he mused thoughtfully. “You adapted though. It's admirable… Me and Frankie… this shit ain’t new to us, not really. But you and the others… you had to get used to this shit and you had to do it real quick. Says a lot about how strong you are,” he added, giving you a look with his warm eyes.
“I’m just a stubborn bitch, I guess,” you smirked and he snorted. The night continued the same way, the pair of you walking the perimeter and talking quietly among each other. You’d had to put a few roamers down when you came across them but other than that, it was pretty uneventful. You didn’t let your guard down, not even with the comfort of Billy by your side. The new group was ever-present in the back of your mind and you knew all it would take was for you to be caught off guard for the whole thing to go up in flames. Once the sun came up, you stayed out a little longer and you felt the tiredness set in. It didn’t matter how tired you got these days, sleep rarely came and if it did, it was plagued with nightmares and memories you’d rather forget. Eventually, Frank and Matt came out to take over watch and you and Billy headed inside, getting breakfast from Karen before she ushered you both up the stairs. 
“Make sure you get some rest, alright?” Billy said, giving you a firm look as you both hovered outside of your respective doors.
“I’ll try,” you murmured wryly as you gave him a nod. A small part of you wanted to ask if you could stay in his room. You knew from experience that sleeping in close proximity to Billy seemed to soothe you in a way you’d not felt since before the turn. He seemed to keep all the bad things away and you felt well-rested and safe. You knew you couldn't though. You’d only just got your friendship back on track and you’d avoided thinking of the disastrous kiss as much as possible. Knowing it was at least part of the reason why he pushed you away, the other part being him overthinking about what he did to Rawlins, you really didn’t want to push your luck with him. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. He hadn’t acted strange since you made up even though you knew he must be aware you felt something since you’d kissed him back. You hoped that when you told him the kiss was nothing that maybe he believed you. Instead, you gave him one last lingering look before you slipped into your room with a heavy sigh. You were exhausted and you knew you had to at least try and get some sleep, no matter what hellish landscape your brain would inflict on you. The last thing you needed was to pass out at some point at the most inopportune time and put everyone in danger. You tugged your boots off before flopping onto the bed, wriggling around to get under the covers. You only lay there for a few moments before a restless sleep tugged you under once more. 
A few days later and you still were nowhere near as well rested as you’d hoped to be. When you’d woken from your sleep after night watch, you’d lied to Billy about getting some sleep and he’d made it obvious he wasn’t buying the bullshit you were trying to sell to him. Thankfully, he’d dropped it but you knew he was worried. He seemed to find it hard to mask the emotion on his face when it came to you. You were grateful that the next few days seemed to go by smoothly and while sleep wasn’t coming easy to you, you’d been able to just take things slowly and pick up doing mundane chores to try and earn some energy that way instead of out there fighting off the dead or the living. It had been nice and peaceful and the longer you were a part of this group, the more you lost that part of yourself that had the itch to be out fighting and constantly on the run. You were part of this family now and the urge to be settled and safe overrun your previous feelings of the staleness you’d felt. Maybe it was like Billy had once said. He’d told you he had his family to fight for and that's what kept him going and maybe you needed that too. You’d been firmly against the idea, not wanting to get attached but it happened anyway and here you were. And while yes, you were worried about the people you’d grown to care about, the deep-rooted need to keep them safe at all costs was more than enough to give you a drive and a purpose you’d once lost. You grabbed your quiver and slung it over your shoulder before leaving your room, jogging down the stairs to the lower floor. 
“Are you sure you don’t want me to come?” Matt asked as he saw you.
“Nah, I’m good. Frank needs you here,” you smiled, quickly checking your bow was ready and that you had your knife. You’d already had the same conversation with Billy earlier. Frank was adamant the fences really needed to get going since it wasn’t even halfway done so he wanted to get all hands on deck with chopping wood. Billy was helping him, hence why you’d told him he couldn’t come. The only reason why you weren’t going was because while the fences were important, so was food. It felt like you were going through it at a rapid rate and you were desperate to find Sarah something better than what was left in cans so you’d decided to go out hunting for a while. You hoped to find something good or even just a lot of something small. Matt was helping Frank out too, Micro and Karen on watch for the day. You appreciated the offers for company, especially after the last time you went hunting you almost got killed, but you didn’t want to burden anyone. You had your walkie on you this time and you’d go the other way and hope you’d stay away from danger. Besides, you knew Billy would be pretty upset with you if you turned down his offer only to have Matt come with you. 
“Alright, just make sure your walkie's on and you know what to do if you need help,” Matt said with a small smile before he headed outside to where Frank, Billy and Foggy were. 
“You need anything before I head out?” you called over to Sarah. She was curled up on the sofa looking tired, Zach reading a comic on the floor and Leo was weaving something out of twine as she sat in one of the armchairs.
“We’re good, honey,” Sarah smiled wearily and you tried to hide your worry behind a smile of your own. 
“I’ll see you guys soon,” you said with a nod, earning a round of goodbyes before you slipped out of the door. You’d only just made it down the porch steps when Billy was coming over to you. His dark eyes drifted to the quiver on your shoulder, your bow in your hand, your knife strapped to your thigh before the walkie clipped to your belt in quick succession. You knew he was checking you were prepared instead of outright asking you and getting a mocking reply like usual. 
“You need anything, just hit me up,” he muttered, rolling his shoulder before his eyes darted over to where Frank was barking orders like he was back in the marines.
“I will, don’t worry so much,” you remarked wryly. He looked back at you then, raking his teeth over his lower lip.
“I’ll always worry… I can come with you, just lemme tell Frank-” he started, a small frown marring his face but you shook your head quickly.
“Seriously, it’s fine. I’m going the other way this time, I have my walkie on me. I’ll be fine. The quicker this fence gets put up, the safer we’ll be,” you tried to soothe. He’d been hovering around you more after what happened the last time you’d been hunting, not that you blamed him. But you didn’t need the world to stop turning just because someone had pointed a gun at you. It was surprisingly common in the new world and you decided to just get over it. He sighed deeply, shaking his head and clearly not happy about it. He wisely decided not to argue with you, knowing he wouldn't win. You knew he was already conflicted anyway. While he wanted to go and be with you so he could keep you safe, you knew he also wanted these fences up just as much as Frank did, that he needed his family to be as safe as they could be. He moved over, wrapping you in a hug that made you smile as you melted into him. 
“I’ll get us something good,” you said, voice muffled by his chest a little. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before moving away.
“Find us a deer and the next time I find some snacks, I’ll give ‘em right to you,” he smirked with a raised brow. 
“Deal,” you grinned, shifting your quiver a little after the hug had moved it. He nodded, his smirk fading as he gave you another worried look and you knew you had to leave or he really wouldn't let you go.
“Alright, I’ll see you later,” you murmured, giving him a nod before you stepped around him and set off out. 
You weren’t sure how long you’d be out, really wanting to find something before you got home. You wouldn't wait until dark though but you tried to make the most of your time out here. You’d already let the guys know you weren’t sure when you’d be back but you’d aim to be before dinner so they didn’t worry. You were sure that was part of the very reason why they were worried. You were out there for hours with nothing to show for it. There were no signs of deer much to your dismay and at one point, the dead had scared off a rabbit. You were frustrated and still tired and the idea of heading back to camp with nothing felt like a bitter smack to the face. You pushed further out than you usually did, hoping to find something. Anything. You’d been wondering lately about capturing rabbits to breed so you didn’t have to do so much hunting but the old you who had once been a vet shuddered at the idea of raising your own animals just to kill them. You knew at some point though the idea wouldn’t be so unappealing to you if everyone started to suffer because of lack of food. It was the constant worry on your mind. The dead were a threat but they weren’t as bad as you’d thought they’d be. It wasn’t like the zombie movies or shows, apart from large groups of them, they were easy to deal with. Hostile groups would come and go and while they’d be a more immediate and dangerous threat when around, the threat of food dwindling was something that would only gradually get worse over time. When the stores no longer had anything in them and the animals got less and less or harder to find. A deep frown graced your face as you tried to push those depressing thoughts from your mind and you blew out a sigh as you continued walking. You wouldn't let it get to that point. You’d plant your stupid little potato plants and hopefully find more crops to grow and you’d feed everyone even if you died trying. You stood in the middle of the trees, contemplating which way you should go and also trying to gauge the time so you wouldn't be caught out as it went dark when a gunshot rang out, making you jump behind a tree. Your heart felt like it stilled for a moment, dread sweeping over your entire body in a way that made you feel lightheaded. 
“There's one here, I think she’s part of that group,” a male voice said and you tried to breathe slowly and quietly as your eyes darted around. You figured the guy was with someone but no reply came and you wondered if he’d used a walkie. Your bow vs a gun wasn’t exactly a fair fight and you didn’t want to risk it so you took off running like a bat out of hell. There were more shots, all hitting the trees you were weaving through and you were thankful that the guy seemed like a bad shot. You had no destination in mind other than it being in the opposite way from camp. You wouldn't be leading this asshole there. You needed to deal with him but you couldn't just stop running or you’d get shot. Your lungs were burning, your legs aching fiercely as you weaved through the trees, stumbling over a tree root and only just catching yourself. 
“Motherfucker!” you yelped as you felt a burning sting on the side of your arm. You weren't sure if the bullet landed and you had no time to check as your legs pushed you faster and further. You had some distance between you and as you broke the treeline, you saw a gas station. You made a beeline for it, swinging open the door hurriedly and rushing inside. You were glad none of the dead were in here, making your life a fraction easier for you with not having to deal with them. You wasted no time in grabbing your knife and running to a row of shelves and hiding behind them. It wasn’t like he wouldn't be able to find you but it gave you the upper hand and you’d damn well use it. You stood at the side of the shelves, chest heaving and your hand shaking as it held the knife. You had a brief moment where you checked your arm. The bullet had grazed it but not gone through and you were thankful, even if it stung like a bitch. You heard the bell above the door jingle, heard the man speaking down his radio yet not being able to hear what he said over your loud heartbeat in your ears. You had your knife poised and ready as you peeked around the shelf, seeing him looking around. You rushed him and it had the desired effect of disarming him as his gun fell and slid across the floor. There was no way you could take him down with the gun. You tried to swing your knife at him but he grabbed you, throwing you like you weighed nothing and your head painfully connected with the counter. The pain was sickly, making your vision go funny for a moment and you already felt the warm trickle of blood down the side of your head. As he lunged at you, you used his momentum as you poised your knife just at the right time and it got him through the eye. You might have heaved at the noise it made if your head wasn’t spinning and you shoved the man off you, your knife still in his eye and you lay there panting, eyes closed as you tried to ease the pain in your head. Your hands trembled as you unclipped the walkie from your belt and you had a feeling Billy wouldn’t let you out of his sight after this. 
“Anyone there, it’s Artemis,” you mumbled into the walkie, your words slightly slurred and you knew you’d have a wicked concussion. 
“Ares here, what happened?” Billy asked quickly, clearly picking up on your voice. It reminded you of when he’d had to come and save you after the time Rawlins had sent someone to kill you and you felt shame prickle at you.
“I’m hurt. Someone from the other group found me… I killed him but… a bullet grazed me and I hit my head pretty hard,” you frowned, blinking slowly up at the ceiling. Why was it spinning like that?
“Where are you?” he asked rapidly and you could hear the concern lacing his tone. 
“A gas station… South… I think… I don’t know,” you muttered, fighting with your eyes to stay open. Your vision felt like it was fading in and out and you felt nausea bubbling up inside of you. 
“We’re on our way, alright?” Billy said firmly. You didn’t get a chance to reply though as your eyes rolled back and darkness consumed you.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Your mind seemed to wake before anything else and you felt the pain that radiated from your head and seemed to reverberate through every inch of you. You tried to open your eyes but they felt heavy, much like the rest of you.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
You groaned softly, your hand finally able to move as it came to gingerly touch the side of your head. Your eyes opened slowly and you winced at the motion and the stab of pain it sent your brain. When you removed your hand and looked at it, there was no fresh blood so you knew the cut hadn’t been too bad to need stitches. It still hurt like a motherfucker though. 
Bang. Bang. Bang.
You frowned, moving to sit up and you took a harsh breath as the world felt like it was all topsy-turvy for a moment. You blinked quickly as if to clear your blurry vision and looked over at where the banging was coming from. There was a roamer pawing at the door of the store, wanting to get in. But more startling than that was how dark it was. It was nighttime now and your frown deepened. Billy and no doubt Frank were supposed to be coming for you and that must have been hours ago. Maybe you got the direction wrong, you hadn’t been able to keep track with running from gunfire like that and your concussion had made it hard to really think clearly about where you might have gone. You licked your chapped lips, swaying a little where you sat before you grabbed the walkie that was now lay on the floor.
“Anyone there?” you asked slowly, rubbing between your brows as if that would help the intense pain you were feeling. Nothing but silence greeted you. The kind of silence that made your insides turn to ice and you glared over at the dead one as it continued to bang on the door. You knew you needed to deal with it or leave before the noise drew others. 
“It’s Artemis,” you added afterwards. You knew they’d already know that though, they’d recognise your voice. But part of you hoped maybe that was the reason why they hadn’t answered. More silence greeted you and it made your stomach twist in knots. Whenever you were away from him, Billy always made sure to have his walkie on him. And even if he didn't, someone usually did. Never once in your time having your walkie had you not been able to get through to anyone. It made you feel sick. You pushed up on shaky legs to stand, wobbling a little and trying to take steadying breaths as you pushed yourself to move. You couldn't sit here all night and hope for the best, not when the new world was cruel and loved to rip away everything you ever loved. You weren’t sure how up to dealing with a roamer you were in your current state so instead, you grabbed your stuff and slipped into the back room and then out of the back door. You were relieved no more dead seemed to be around as you tried to figure out where the hell you were and how to get home. Once you found the crescent moon hanging in the sky, partially hidden behind a blanket of clouds, your eyes darted around for the North Star and then you knew which way to go and set off. You weren’t as quick as you’d like to be with everything feeling like it was moving like liquid around you. Despite the risk you knew it would pose, especially if there were more assholes out here looking for their friend, you ended up sticking to the road so as not to get lost. Your usually great navigational skills weren’t up to par and you knew if you followed this road, it would take you to the cabin. You probably looked like a dead one with how you shuffled down the road, blood coating the side of your face and your arm. You tried the walkie numerous times on the way and each time got nothing in response. You tried to tell yourself that Billy and Frank had gone to look for you, that you’d led them the wrong way and that Billy would be pissed when you finally turned up because he’d been worried. But deep down, the fact that not one person was responding to you filled you with so much dread that you felt like you couldn't breathe. You’d gotten pretty attuned to when something wasn’t right, having to deal with it more than you thought was fair. And right now, alarm bells were sounding off in your head as you made your way back home. 
When you got to a stretch of the road you knew was close, your body was thrumming with anxiety. Anxiety that skyrocketed to outright blind fear when your eyes caught a few things that were definitely out of place and shouldn't be there. The first was a plume of smoke coming from where you knew the cabin was. It wasn't much, almost looking like there was no fire but there might have been not too long ago. The next thing was the small group of roamers, only around four, ambling about in the road and through the trees. None of the dead should be this close to the cabin, you knew someone should be on watch. You stopped dead in the street, the pain in your head forgotten as a more pressing pain in your chest began. You refused to believe anything bad had happened, not again, it couldn't have. You shook your head as you pushed yourself to keep walking, grabbing your bow and loading it up. You let your arrows fly one after the other until the small group was gone. But as you got closer, able to see the cabin, you noticed the door was wide open and a few more dead were inside. Your breathing came in quick and harsh, eyes drifting up to where the smoke was, only to find a hole blown right through the top floor where you knew Frank and Karen’s room was. Your ears were ringing but it wasn’t the concussion, eyes darting around quickly as you started to take in more and more of the scene. Dead bodies lay scattered around in front of the house, bullet holes riddled the wood and some of the windows shattered. You stumbled back, eyes squeezing shut and you shook your head.
“No… no!” you growled through your tears, the pain in your chest turning into full-blown agony. The couple of dead ones in the house heard you, stumbling out and down the steps and you hated the fact you looked at them trying to see if they were anyone you recognised. You didn’t though and you killed them quickly before hurriedly checking the bodies outside, turning them over one by one with tears streaming down your cheeks. With each body you turned, you felt the pain get worse despite them not being anyone you knew. The full blown pain you felt at turning over one of them to see someone you loved made you feel sick. You couldn't deal with this, not again. You wiped your eyes angrily after checking the last body out here as you stared at the open doorway, terrified what you might find once you got in there. Images flashed through your head of Sarah laying dead with the kids, of the others strewn about covered in blood or Billy walking around with milky eyes. A broken sob left your lips as your knees hit the floor with a hard thump, your shoulder shaking violently. You didn’t have it in you to check inside yet even though you knew you needed to. You didn’t think you could carry on if everyone was dead, not again. You’d only just manage to pick up the pieces after the last time but this time, it would kill you.
After a while of you crying, you felt a numbness creep in that was mildly relieving but also unsettling. You pushed up off the floor, stepping around the many bodies scattered around as you slowly walked up the porch steps. Everything was eerily silent now and it was too loud, fraying your already raw nerves. You stepped into the cabin, eyes quickly darting around. Three bodies lay on the floor and you noticed first they were all male. You turned them over one at a time, a tiny sense of relief when they were all strangers to you. You wiped your eyes again, looking around once more. You knew it was the group that had done this, it looked like they’d turned up and ambushed everyone. You moved through the cabin feeling like you were moving through molasses as you checked every single room with dread. It was only once you were in the last room, the one with the gaping hole in it, that you felt your body relax. They weren't here. It still didn't mean they all got out. They could have been injured, anything could happen to them out there. You didn’t want to think about that though, you wanted to focus on the fact that had in fact made it out. That was enough for now. It was only then that you looked out through the charred hole that your brain registered the truck wasn’t on the road anymore. The idea of them leaving you behind didn’t sting at all. What were they supposed to do? Wait for you here and hope you turned up? Maybe they’d been looking for you too, maybe they hadn’t really left you behind. With a new determination to find your family, you made your way downstairs and grabbed a bag, packing it with some cans and bottled water. The cabin was ruined, a safe space now gone along with the potential life you all had here. Once you were ready, you walked outside and set off out to the only place you could think of that they might have gone if they wanted to meet back up with you. You weren't sure what to do if they weren't there, weren’t sure if they just presumed you were dead after your conversation with Billy and just decided to head right down to Virginia first. You tried to ignore the treacherous voice in the back of your head. Even if they had left you in the dust, it was better than them being dead. The idea of starting over without them was painful, but if they were alive, at least you wouldn't have to go through that grief again. Maybe you’d just head down to Virginia yourself and hope you'd stumble across them one day. You knew it was stupid, a mere pipedream if anything, yet it was all you were holding onto as you made your way back to their old camp, hoping they’d be there waiting for you. But as you walked through the trees with shaky legs and an aching head, you wondered why the fuck you were trying to be so hopeful when life just kept proving to you it was useless. Good things really didn’t exist anymore.
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The Con Artist Part 6 Sneak Peek
coming Wednesday, February 22 @ 3pm CST
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This isn't much but it's all I'm giving you. There's too much going on in the next part and I don't want to give anything away. Everything is going to change for them in part 6.
Part 6 is at 13.5k words currently. I still need to proofread and edit but it'll be another long one. Xoxo
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“Can you be quiet, Y/n?” Harry pushed himself up so he could look down at you.
“What?” You were still dazed out and bleary-brained so you weren’t exactly sure what he was asking.
Harry grinned and kissed your lips softly and pushed your nose with his, “When I fuck you. Can you keep it down?”
You brought your hands up to the back of his neck and nodded with a chuckle, “I’m sure I can.”
Harry breathed a laugh as he sat up moving off the bed, “Because you’re on the loud side of vocal and I’ve got my doubts.”
You sat up when Harry got off the bed and you scoffed, “What?! I am not!”
Harry just walked toward his closet with a cocky grin on his face before opening the door and disappearing inside.
You hopped off the bed and followed him, “I am not that loud, Harry. And I know how to keep it down if I need to.”
Harry turned back to you with a small leather toiletry bag and brought a hand up to the side of your neck and patted, “You’re very loud, dear. Just means I’m doing it right. Wouldn’t matter, though. It wouldn’t stop me. Mathias is a grown man. He’ll understand.”
“Dear? Don’t be condescending to me, Harry. I’m not that loud. You’re exaggerating and you’re not that good – don’t get too cocky,” you moved to the side when Harry removed his hand from you and began to walk past.
You followed Harry back into the room and he sat at the edge of his bed, “M’not exaggerating. Dear. And I’m not being condescending or cocky. I’m right."
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navysealt4t · 1 year
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REASONS JAY FERIN IS THE ULTIMATE GIRLFRIEND
she gets so many bitches. edyn, lizzie. anastasia., aslana, the lady in noctis, kira. she pulls so many bitches
so much traumas. pat pat. :3
shes buff. i refuse to believe she isnt
she has a fucking GUN .
she’s just a lil guy :3
its jay. shes badass. she’s a girlboss. shes bi. she’s trans (real)
she shot gill and chip because they were too loud and she wanted to sleep
jay :3
IF YOU VOTE JAY I WILL WRITE T4T NAVYSEAL AND I WILL ACCEPT ALL FANFIC REQUESTS!!! VOTE JAY FERIN FOR THE WIN
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faithfully-yours · 4 months
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The No Hurt List
Fandom : Just Roll With It
Ship : None, implied Gill x Chip x Caspian
Summery : Gill went missing a year ago. Chip and Jay are staying with the Grandberry pirates when their attacked.
Warnings : Cannon typical violence.
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The clank of swords on swords clang through the ai. Chip wipes his brow as he knocks out an enemy pirate. "Jay? You good?" He calls out.
His friend nods. "Yep. Great day to leave my pistol in my room huh?" She lets out a humorless chuckle and elbows someone who made the bad choice of trying to sneak up on her.
"Wait!" The fighting stops as everyone, the Grandberry pirates and the enemy included, as they look towards the man who was their captain.
He points at Chip. "You called her Jay."
He nods. "Yeah, that's her goddamn name."
The man drops his sword, and it hits the deck with a thud. He raises his hands above his head. "Backer Pirates, retreat. Now."
Jay scoffs. "Is that what your named? Really?"
Caspian laughs, "Are we really that scary?" The pirate who was fighting him raises his sword once more.
"Their not scary. We have no reason to stand down."
The captain looks frantic. "Actually-"
He's cutoff by a splash and the sound of feet hitting the wood floor. The captain freezes, and everyone turns to the noise.
A Triton, coral growing up around his head like a crown, teal hair ties in a messy ponytail, let's out a sigh. "Tell me Malcolm, why are you attacking this ship?"
The captain, who Chip now assumes is named Malcolm, drops to his knees. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize they-"
"Gillion?" Chips shaky voice cuts the man off. "Is that-"
"Malcolm, get your men off this ship, now."
The man quickly scrambles up, and calls out to his men. "Come! Now." However hesitant, the men slowly go back to his shop. The Grandberry pirates stay frozen, Jay, Chip, and Caspian staring at Gillions tall form, Lizzie slowly inching her way to the bar.
It's Lizzie who speaks first after the Backer Pirates leave.
"right, so we're all confused as fuck right?"
Chip speaks. "Gillion, what- why are you- why did they-" he seems speechless.
The Triton shrugs. "Your ship was on my no attack list. Anyone who attacks you while knowing about the list, well." He shrugs and pats the sword at his hip. "They get dealt with."
He sits on the edge of the ship, and Jay is the only one who seems to realize what he's about to do. She lunges forward. "Wait don't!-"
He leans backwards, jumping back into the water with a splash.
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Defo not my best work, but I needed smt to do after nanowrimo. I might write more of this at some point, I'd kinda like to expand on this.
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pinkandblueblurbs · 2 years
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eeeeee, last one I promise. Walking in on stepbrother Draco watching porn and he notices you panting or rubbing your thighs together so he makes you come and watch it with him and starts degrading you for liking it and shoves his hand down your pants and starts to rub at you and gets you off...or he could offer to re-enact what’s happening on the screen
Farewell for now Gill, I’m going to bed and I don’t wanna annoy you too much x
plzplzplz he catches you peering at him through the crack in the doorway while he watches some dirty porno and languidly strokes his cock. you dart back with a soft gasp when he meets your eye, which makes him laugh.
“I saw you, idiot, it’s too late for that. Come in here.” There’s a beat of silence and he thinks you might have scurried away, but then the door is creaking open slowly and you’re shyly poking your head in
“You like watchin’ me get off?”
“I-I wasn’t….” You trail off, and he catches the way you eye the video still playing on his screen, and he smirks.
“Ohhh, I see. You ever watched porn before, kid?” You shake your head timidly and reply with a mumbled “not really” around the thumb nail that has found its way between your teeth. Draco clicks his tongue and pats the bed beside him.
You hesitantly sit down, eyes glued to the man on the screen as he pounds his obscenely large cock into a moaning woman. Draco’s smirk widens when he catches your thighs clench.
“You like this, princess? Like watching that slut get her pussy fucked?” Your cheeks burn, but you offer him a whimper and a nod. “Naughty fuckin’ girl you are.”
After a while he lets his free hand move towards your clothed crotch, and you gasp as your attention is pulled suddenly from the video, jerking away from him in surprise.
“Chill. I’m just gonna see how wet this has gotten you.” When you don’t do anything to stop him he lets his fingers slip past the hem of your little shorts and panties, and the look he offers you is smug when he strokes two digits through your folds to find them dripping. “Bloody hell, you really do like it, don’t you? Reckon you’re just as much of a slut as she is.”
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skrelpson · 11 days
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I think I should send her to 1850s Kalos. I think it'd be funny
(ignore the hands, I was totally going for a stained glass look. Totally. /j)
(A better look at my Pokemon IRL/ZA brainrot beneath the cut)
OKAY SO UH I have this idea for Gill (A Pokemon IRL oc) and I'm frothing at the mouth about it so I'm going to infodump here! Because I am both normal about this and Legends ZA
So I had the idea that at some point, Gill would just straight up disappear for a week. He'd get sucked into some kind of time-rift and end up in ye-olde Kalos. He'd freak out, obviously, but after a couple weeks he'd come to accept his life and start getting into things. He'd basically become an 'important side-character'. Living life, helping around the city, meeting new Pokemon (Like VULPIX. He'd get a VULPIX for REASONS.) He's been taking some Kalosian classes at Blueberry, so he's all set there. He just has to apply himself.
And the thing about this? She likes it there. She likes it a lot. She doesn't have to worry about school, about expectations, about living up to her sister or impressing her friends. She's living in Lumiose City! She's helping rebuild the place! She's considered a strong Trainer! She's meeting people and Pokemon and she knows without a shadow of a doubt they like her. Of course, she still bawls her eyes out every night- she misses Blueberry, she misses Paldea, she misses her friends and family- but...well, she wouldn't hate it if she had to stay here.
Then like four-five months pass. Maybe this is all before the actual plot of ZA happens, so I can do this way earlier lol. Gill's helping restore Lumiose, as usual, and she's having a great time. She's becoming a well-known face in certain areas, too- Monsieur or Mademoiselle Monet, the young Pokemon wielder. Most everyone likes her.
And then he wakes up.
He's transported back home, somehow. And here, only a week has passed.
He has a Stats test to take. His ranking in the League Club has fallen back down to rock bottom. One moment, he was helping rebuild this beautiful city. He was someone important, doing something meaningful with his life. And the next, he was back to square one. All of his work was finished for him, centuries ago now.
He has to live with the fact that all of the people he grew to know in those four months are dead. He never got to say goodbye.
People will question where he picked up saying 'morbleu'. People might point out the faintest hint of an accent. But he doesn't have the heart to tell them anything, so he'll just lie.
I just have this distinct image of Gill going to Lumiose for like a school trip and seeing a building that she lived in two hundred years ago, now turned into some laundry mat or cafe or whatever. Maybe there's a wild Ninetales running around there, presumably waiting for their owner. And maybe she's able to find a floorboard she remembers removing with a friend to store trinkets and cash in it, and finding all that stuff coated in dust. And then she'd start crying, and because people expect that kind of stuff from her- getting sentimental about things that aren't even hers and breaking into tears-, they don't really question it, outside of a pat on the shoulder.
UUUUh that's it!! That's what I was thinking of. I think it'd be a fun character study! A look into Gill and how he views expectations and what he wants to do.
Will I do this? I dunno. Maybe after we get more Kalos info. Or I can just say fuck it we ball and do whatever I want forever. Or until someone tells me it's a bad idea. I just think it's cool and I wanted to do some pixel art.
I have major Kalos brainrot can you tell
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sepulchralsmile · 6 months
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sepulchralsmile fic masterlist
here is a masterlist of all the harringrove fics i have up so far! (i know no one asked but i'm doing it for my own reference and i thought i may as well share) i sorted them by word count, and tried to include the description and rating. my username is also sepulchralsmile on ao3, so check them out! :)
for want of a nail - (172k) (Rated: E)
Instead of getting there in October, Billy Hargrove rolls into town at the end of November; complete with a broken arm, a head full of stitches, and some newly-refreshed fear of his father. There he meets Steve Harrington: the preppy dreamboat who seems content with hating Billy's guts on sight and is determined to ignore him for the rest of the year. Billy's never been easily ignored, though, and Steve is about to really learn what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. (s2 au)
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i hate you some, i love you some, i love you when i forget about me - (90k) (Rated: T)
After that night in November, Billy is willing to cut his losses, let sleeping dogs lie, and finally leave Steve Harrington alone. Easier said than done, especially when Harrington asks him to be his math tutor. (post s2 au)
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your will to follow through - (36k) (Rated: T)
After that night at the Byers, Steve feels like his days are all blurring together; drowned in a monotonous rhythm he can't seem to break out of. Desperate for some kind of change, he decides to join the amateur lacrosse league advertised in the rec center. It's just his own brand of shitty luck that Billy happens to be on the team, too. (post s2 lacrosse au)
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the same deep water as you - (23k) (Rated: T)
Billy has his first Change when he’s nine years old.
He hadn’t really been normal before that, though. His mom would take them swimming and she’d Change, and even though he didn’t have a fin or gills, he’d be able to keep up with her in the water. Would hold his breath for far longer than the typical two to three minutes; he could pop up to the surface a half an hour later without his lungs aching at all. He knew that it wasn’t considered normal, but it was his normal. Both him and his mom. And sharing something like that with her was worth the lifetime of secrets he knew came with it. (secret mermaid billy au, also season 2 au)
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have you seen her, tell me have you seen her? - (16k) (Rated: T)
Vanessa Harrington knows that she's been lacking in the mother department for, well, a while. So when Steve picks up his grades, she decides a surprise visit is in order. Within the first hour of getting home, she finds her son asleep, and clutched around another boy. This is only the beginning of the whirlwind that ensues. (steve's paren'ts are alright au, post s2 au)
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but i won't cry for yesterday, there's an ordinary world - (8k) (Rated: E)
He’s whistling to himself as he walks to the door, twirling the keys in his fingers and patting down his pockets to make sure he has his wallet, only to yank it open and stop dead in his tracks.
“Um,” is all he can say, heart lurching to a stop in his chest.
Because standing on the doorstep of their two bedroom house in Carlsbad are Steve’s parents. (future au, living in cali au)
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the finest hour i've ever known - (3k) (Rated: T)
Instead of grabbing onto the nightstand, his hand smacks into the leaning tower of cassette tapes that Billy has stacked next to his bed.
It feels like time slows down as he watches them topple to the ground in a loud clatter of plastic on plastic. The sound seems to echo around the otherwise quiet room, sounding deafening in the silence.
His heart drops all the way to his fucking stomach; any relief he’d felt earlier gets subsumed by the torrential onslaught of dread. (soft hg au)
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i don't wanna line, i wanna shine, i wanna say - (2k) (NR)
One of the storeowners, the one with the helmet of brown hair, is standing in the mouth of the aisle. Confused, she looks behind her, and sees nothing. When she turns back, the man has his eyebrows raised.
“Yeah, I’m talking to you,” he says, glaring from behind his eyeglasses. The heat and vitriol behind his gaze almost makes her want to step back in caution. “You’re lucky I decided to do this on a day when you don’t have your kids.”
“Excuse me?” she sputters out, heart rate picking up in that familiar way when she’s faced head-on with confrontation. She’s never been good with the direct approach, most times to a fault. “Do I know you?” her eyes flick down to his badge, where it says Steve. She wracks her brain trying to think of one, especially one that would apparently hate her this much, but his scoffing tears her out of her thoughts.
“No, but you’re about to.” He cocks his head to the side, appraising her. Beverly has a feeling she’s not gonna like what he says next. “Does the name ‘Billy’ ring a bell?” (future au, living in cali au, billy's mom au)
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you hold my eyes in yours and open up the world - (2k) (Rated: G)
It’s a Tuesday night, and Billy’s clutching his stomach.
He’s about to drop off, counting his breaths, when he hears something in the grass outside. It’s not big enough or loud enough to convince him to roll over and look out the window, so he just curls in tighter and ignores it. Then, about five seconds later, he hears the window opening up slowly, mindful of the creak it always makes whenever the window gets shoved up past a certain point. There was no mistaking it now. He suppresses a sigh and curls in on himself a little bit tighter. (soft hg au)
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there they are! i'll probably update and edit it as i post more, but here it is simplified :)
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