#there are a lot of reasons i'm angry with knives

[nanomooselet]

Episode Seven: Wolfwood

It's a lovely evening in No Man's Land, and you are a horrible cultist.

The more I think about the idea that Legato wasn't ordered to do this, the more sense it makes to me. Let's do a count of assets this craziness puts into peril. We have the Punisher, highly chemically compatible and on an assignment already, who really doesn't need to be under more stress. We have the Doublefang, who's even better than the Punisher since he heals without the drugs, and through him Wolfwood learns that the Eye of Michael can't be trusted to keep its word.

We have the Plant aboard the steamer, as Zazie points out, and I'm not sure Legato is as concerned about it as he claims to be. We have the steamer itself, a relic of the spacefaring age with plenty of still-functional technology on board even if the humans can't do much with it. (And isn't that interesting? They seem to have just stuck a steam engine in there and closed off the rest. Cool worldbuilding details.) It travels to and from July - I suspect it carries at least some cargo and personnel for the cult. Speaking of, we have Hopeland Orphanage and its stock of potential subjects, which we know for a fact the Eye has its stamp on.

Finally we have Vash, who's one of the cult's figures of worship. He's the only living thing that Legato's "beautiful angel" truly cares about. Even if Legato's plan is a success, is achieving Wolfwood's perfect loyalty worth losing any one of the rest, let alone Vash? I really have to wonder how Legato planned to explain any of this.

Of course, he does explain, doesn't he? You must give up on your little brother and face reality. I must take everything you love from you so that you can fulfil your noble purpose as a weapon. What we're seeing is Legato's first demonstration of his character to come, building sadistic traps to force painful choices upon his target, but also a glimpse of what awaits Vash at the end of his journey. Where could Legato have learned his definition of love? And let's not forget that he refers to his feelings as love in the first place.

He's such a drama queen. Can't wait to see him ruining everything next season.

So much in this two-parter is amazing, but I think a somewhat underrated moment is Vash preventing Wolfwood from killing Livio with that insane trick shot. My boy frees Wolfwood from a horrific mental trap because no one should have to choose between the things that they love, the things that keep them alive. Best of boys. Precious darling. He wants so, so badly for there to be a way out for him.

I'm hesitant to discuss Livio that much, because we, uh, really don't learn that much about him? We see the sad little boy in Nick's memories - which I have reason to suspect are not entirely the objective truth - and we have the stumbling puppet who boards the steamer. He isn't in a position to make his thoughts known, except once, and, well… it’s a decisive demonstration. But one that precludes any further participation. I have read the manga, yes, and I know what he's like there, but my feeling is that's more what he'll become than what he is now. There seems to be one fairly significant change, however: Razlo, and Livio's attitude toward him.

Razlo's there. I'm sure he's there. But is he always there in the same way? Is Livio so out of it because he's under the mask's control, or is it Razlo the mask keeps supressed? And when it becomes damaged, why does what Livio see in the mirror so horrify him? Does Livio even know who else is in his mind?

(We get our first glimpse of Chapel, too.)

(Somehow I feel like I'm not going to be a fan of this guy.)

They didn't save Livio, but he got to make a choice. Even if it was a choice they wish he hadn't made.

Speaking of choices!

Meryl and Roberto continue to be the show's main source of comedy - the dub work for the Bad Lads Gang is so funny. Poor Meryl's teary little face when they bring up the Worms. Them being all excited about getting on the cover of an outlaw magazine, whatever that is. Roberto just being all welp, this might as well happen when he learns the faltering steamer has a space age cannon stuck to the top and that still works.

Not enough booze in the world.

And then Meryl makes a choice. Roberto's right, on some level - they're not soldiers. They're not fighters. By any sane standard this is not their fucking job. But there is no one else who can do it. Regardless of ability, there's simply no one else who's been given the choice between standing there, taking the risk, or fleeing with the knowledge you could have done something and didn't. So Meryl makes her stand... and I realised that Roberto does too, because he faces the same choice. They all do! There's something they all want to protect more than anything else. Such different people with such vastly different skills and life experiences all have something in common, and they work together to realise their purpose. It's the second time in the series this has happened and disaster's been averted with their efforts. I just!

Of course then things get even crazier and we move into what might be among my favourite action sequences in the entire series? It's admittedly hard to narrow it down. This has been extensively dissected elsewhere, but it really might have the most beautiful cinematography (especially in the Plant room - ethereal, and then the hard cut comparison to the steel and scorching flesh of Wolfwood's efforts and I'm reduced to helpless arm-waving). But I think there's one detail I want to emphasise?

Cool watery blue and burning fiery orange-red, yes. Gorgeous contrast. But both also have just a dash of the opposing colours. The two aren't so far apart, each holding part of the other - fundamentally connected, in spite of all the ways they're different.

#trigun stampede #tristampparty #trigun meta #meta: tristampparty episodes #i know i seem quiet about vash and it's because whenever i think about him my brain turns to mush #best boy. perfect boy. why must he suffer #i will give him every donut #there are a lot of reasons i'm angry with knives #but we do sort of agree that vash needs to take better care of himself #knives's methods are just. EXTREMELY COUNTERPRODUCTIVE

[captain-mj]

The Journal

I don't know. Cw: Ghost's backstory

Soap found the unassuming book on his desk. The edges of the paper had turned slightly yellow and they were clearly flipped through quite often. He frowned at it, wondering who went into his room and set this there. It felt... almost threatening.

Soap gently opened the book to look at the first page.

I'm writing this journal as a "therapy" exercise. Frankly I think it's fucking bollocks. I'm fine. I dream about nothing.

Well. That wasn't very helpful. The handwriting was odd. Almost scrawling, like the person who was writing had shaky hands but also couldn't be bothered to hold the pen properly.

Soap frowned. This seemed a rather personal thing to give to a person. But it was in his room.

Just one more page.

Apparently I'm supposed to introduce myself. Fine. My name is Simon Riley. I belong to the SAS. I was a POW for a couple of months. I keep hearing numbers but none of them feel right. I think parts of me are still down there.

I hurt. Everywhere. Especially when people touch me. I can't sleep. Can barely eat. My mum is worried. So does Tommy. I want to tell them to fuck off. I have. But they keep worrying. I wonder if this is how Beth felt.

On the page was a polaroid. A baby faced Simon with nasty scars on his face, still fresh and angry. He looked half dead. Dark circles under his eyes and an expression nothing like his usual. Someone had their hand on his shoulder, but he could only see their arm.

Soap sucked in a breath. There was no way Ghost gave this to him. No fucking way.

He got up and grabbed the book, going straight for Ghost's quarters, planning on returning it immediately and pretending he had found it and couldn't find Price to turn it in.

Ghost's quarters were empty. His knives were missing, but his clothes were still there, meaning he was on a mission.

Fuck.

Soap paused and tapped his foot. He wasn't sure if Price was around. How did someone get this? If he left it in his room, he was worried someone would find it. He'd have to keep it. Just to be sure.

Soap set it back on his desk. When he saw Price, he'd talk to him.

After a minute of staring at it, Soap shoved the book into a drawer and closed it tight. He left to talk to Gaz to distract himself for a few hours.

Gaz was nice enough to tell him that Ghost and Price were on a mission together and that they wouldn't be back for a few days.

No big deal.

A few days with a book that potentially had a lot of answers to some questions he had about Ghost.

Soap didn't make it the night before he was reading more pages. He never claimed to have great self control.

Good morning. I feel like a teen, writing in a diary. I've been put on new medication today. Supposed to help. It makes me dizzy for some reason.

My mum keeps making me tea. She wants to make sure I'm real. I see her hands hovering around me. If I wasn't such a shit son, I'd tell her she can hug me. The thought makes my skin crawl. I see her dead body in my dreams. I see the skull they said was hers. I want to tell her I'm okay, but I don't want to lie.

Soap felt sick. There was a drawing. It was crude, clearly done out of boredom and with no real care behind it. Soap was pretty sure it was a skull that was dripping something. Maybe blood. The ink was all black so there was no way to tell. "Mum" was written several times around it.

I dreamed about her again.

That caught Soap's attention. Her? Was Ghost into women? That seemed unlikely.

She used to speak so soothingly in spanish to me. I wonder if she was like me. Did Roba rape her too?

Soap shut the book and shoved it under his pillow. Enough of that. Nope. He didn't want to think of those words and what they meant.

Fucking too.

No.

No...

No!

The idea of something like that happening to his Lieutenant was... It just... didn't happen.

Soap pulled the book out and kept reading. Just... to prove it wasn't real.

I don't know. It's not a nice thought. Maybe I want someone else to hurt too. I tried to jack off the other day and ended up scrubbing myself raw afterward from how it made me feel. How pathetic right?

Not sure what this is doing. What benefit this has. I'm writing my thoughts. Trying to feel better. Tommy joked about me buying a hooker. I had a panic attack. it was like i was back in high school again. fucking baby.

There was a picture of someone, presumably Tommy, and Simon hanging out. They were both smoking and Tommy was making a sign with his hands. He had a giant grin on his face. Simon had a carved out Glasgow smile that looked like it hurt. Raw. it looked to be after the earlier polaroid. The dark circles hadn't gotten better, but there was more color and flesh in his face.

My mum wants me to talk to my dad. I don't know why. I don't know want to see him. Can't let him see me right now. Maybe when I'm recovered. Last time I saw him, I beat his ass. Doubt he's going to forgive me.

Bastard is pure evil. He gets off on hurting people. Got off on hurting me. I think he's trying to use the cancer as an excuse to get close to my mum again. I'll beat his ass again. I'm putting on more weight. I'll fucking do it.

There was a little stick man drawing labeled 'Simon' and 'Bitch' with Simon beating him to death. Soap thought the blood was rather well drawn, even if the stick figures wasn't.

As the week went on, he kept reading a few pages at a time. He learned... things.

Ghost liked Vanilla tea.

Ghost had been assaulted by more than one person.

Ghost's father had beaten him. A lot.

Ghost was scared of snakes.

Ghost loved his Mum.

Ghost hated most mystery movies.

Tommy was Ghost's brother and was the second most important in his life.

And that they were all dead. All of them.

He wrote an explanation of everything there. In a clinical, harsh detail.

I wish I had died down there in Mexico. I wish I had laid down in that grave and died. It's my fault. It's my fault. It's my fault.

It kept repeating and then he had just started over and wrote over the first layer.

Soap was crying. He couldn't help it. Tommy was so... young. Not to mention the descriptions Ghost gave of his family in general. The pages after that were mostly drawings or scribbles, all made with heavy hands.

Simon knocked. He could tell by the sound he made when he knocked. "Johnny?"

"When did you get back?"

"...Just now. Can I come in?"

"Yeah." Soap wiped his face so he'd look... normal. "Yeah come in."

Ghost stepped inside and saw the book. "Enjoy it?"

"What?"

"I left it for you."

"Why?"

Ghost hummed. "Thought it would be the easiest way to let you in."

Soap swallowed. "You don't do anything half assed do you?"

Ghost's eyes stared at him. Answer enough right there.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #cod #soapghost #ghoap

[kissesforsatoru]

MINE FOREVER | wc: 1.1k

BONTEN! SANZU HARUCHIYO x GN! READER

₊˚⌗ after a bad argument with sanzu, you try to leave him. he doesn’t take it very well. or sanzu’s yandere awakening

⤷ cw : general yandere themes, violent thoughts, violent outbursts, threatening violence, choking, mentioned murder, possessive behavior, a lot of cussing, reader is in love with sanzu but vv scared of him, sanzu doesn’t really understand his emotions, comfort??? maybe??? it’s up to interpretation i guess, somewhat soft sanzu

"haruchiyo, you're being mean," you say while looking up at him through your tear-soaked lashes. your voice sounds so raw when you speak his full name, cracked and broken from all of the crying you've been doing, but no doubt the way he's been treating you attributes to the defeat in your tone.

he looks at you with an indecipherable expression, but inside of his head he's overwhelmed by thoughts assaulting him all at once at full force. mean? he's being... mean??? something about the word catches haruchiyo off guard. he's used to you screaming at him that's he's an asshole, a heartless monster, and anything else that dehumanizes and villainizes him in the worst ways, but you've never called him fucking mean before. what the hell does that even mean, and why does it hurt so fucking much to hear that coming from you? his hand reaches up hesitantly to rub at his chest where his heart is, irritated that it won't stop thumping painfully against his ribcage.

"what did you honestly expect from me, angel? i'm a murderer. murderers aren't exactly fucking nice you know," he spits, rolling his eyes. he immediately regrets it. why does he regret it?

a weak noise falls from your lips and the pang in haruchiyo's chest thrums faster, harder; he's now digging his nails into his skin with an angry growl, uncaring of if he starts to bleed. no wound, not even ones from knives or bullets, hurt as badly as whatever the fuck it is that he's experiencing right now. it's excruciating, and annoying.

you laugh, dry and bitter, "yeah, what did i expect?" you whisper under your breath just loud enough for haruchiyo to hear. you aren't agreeing with him, that much haurchiyo understands. you're questioning why the hell you're even with a crazy bastard like him.

he wants to strangle you for being so snarky, watch you struggle and beg for his fucking forgiveness for causing such a big fucking problem for no fucking reason; you should expect only bad from haruchiyo by this point, so why bother bringing up all the things he does wrong? but... sanzu doesn't move to put his hands on you even a little bit—something is stopping him. he doesn't know what.

"haruchiyo," you call, sniffling and biting back a sudden onslaught of tears, "this isn't working out."

another pang, and now a sudden feeling of restlessness itches at him along with it. shit, did he take a new drug and fucking forget about it or something? what the hell is going on with him?

"what?" he growls, finally taking a step towards you. you flinch, closing your eyes as you look away. haruchiyo ignores it despite the fact that, again, his heart aches and pounds and practically cries out in pain with the way it's beating so fucking loudly that the sound rings incessantly in his ears. 

he takes three more steps before he's right in front of you, bending down a bit so that he's face to face with you sitting on the couch. "you wanna fucking repeat that for me, sweetheart?" he hisses. you flinch again, leaning back a little bit so that he's not so close to you. you're shaking, which almost makes him smirk, but he's honestly too pissed off to really find any sort of amusement in your fear right now.

"this isn't working out, haruchiyo. i can't do this anymore," you whimper pathetically. a sob slips past your lips when haruchiyo slams his hand on the couch beside you.

"that's really too fucking bad. you're not leaving me," he snarls, pushing you down onto the couch and crawling over you to pin you under him. you whimper again when you feel his hand on your throat, right at the juncture of your neck and jaw, squeezing with enough force to be threatening, but not painful. he watches as you sob uncontrollably, hiccupping and choking on tears that slip between your pursed lips.

"haruchiyo, please," you barely are able to say through the scratchiness of your voice that cracks under each word, "you're scaring me. you always scare me, i—i can't live being scared all the time." you try to reason with him, but haruchiyo isn't a reasonable person in the least bit. he clicks his tongue.

"you're fucking mine. you belong to me; do you understand me? you don't get to leave me because of a stupid fucking reason like that. you don't get to leave ever." he squeezes on your throat tighter, still not tight enough to hurt you, but your hands instantly shoot up to grab at his wrist anyway. he doesn't try to push you off because you aren't a threat to him; he can easily overpower you and for that reason he lets you have your semblance of security.

"i asked you a fucking question, y/n, you better fucking answer me," he urges, leaning down closer to you to you to nip at your cheek in warning. you gasp and whine at the feeling and clamber to muster up a reply that will satisfy him in your fearful, anxiety ridden state.

"mhm, yes– yes, i understand, haru," you manage to get out, and you hope the nickname you always call him will help you to soothe him, reassure him enough for him to ease up and let go of your neck.

he looks down at you for just a few seconds that feel like hours under his intense gaze, and then, "good. don't you ever try to pull that shit with me again or i will break your fucking legs so you can't even dream of leaving me," he warns, letting go of your throat. he doesn't move off of you though; instead, he dips down and his tongue presses into your skin to tenderly lap at the tears that are still pitifully slipping down your cheeks, humming at the salty taste. you breathe out a sigh of relief and lay limply under him, allowing him to do with you what he pleases.

when he's done, haruchiyo lowers himself onto you all the way and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer into his body. he kisses at your cheek and jaw sweetly, and you hate to admit that the action lulls you, calms you down and makes you feel safe again—haruchiyo has that effect on you, unfortunately.

the pain in haruchiyo's heart has dissipated, and he feels at ease knowing you no longer wanna leave him. he realizes he would die if he ever let you go and he's going to make damn fucking sure that you don't.

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#yandere #yandere thoughts #yandere imagines #yandere tokrev #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere x you #yandere tokrev x reader #tw violence #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #dead dove do not eat #tw yandere #yandere sanzu #cw violence #yandere sanzu haruchiyo x reader #yandere sanzu x reader #cw yandere #yandere sanzu haruchiyo #yandere bonten #yandere bonten sanzu #yandere bonten x reader #yandere tokyo rev #yandere tokyo rev x reader #yandere themes #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokrev #sanzu haruchiyo #bonten sanzu #sanzu x reader

[klaustozier]

uniform ; miguel o'hara

SUMMARY: you and spiderman 2099 are arch enemies, but when you capture him things are different.

warnings: miguel o'hara x fem!reader; you are archenemies; light knife play (there will be NO injuries being done, the knife is for taking off part of his clothes); angry sex; bigcock!miguel; nipple play (in both); light mask kink; again he will swear in spanish; mention of blood (he will bite you a little 😳); choking; degradation kink; fingering; pet names (princess); spanking and slapping; i think i might have a fang kink idk

word count: 2k

english is not my first language, so i'm sorry for any mistakes

the villain is invented for this story, okay? you don't exist in marvel universe, at least not that i know of

have fun ^^

Miguel was trapped. He had appeared in your lair to try to capture you before you destroyed more lives. But he didn't imagine it was just an ambush to capture him. He was in a dark warehouse, bound with chains, mostly on his hands, not wanting to give his claws a chance to help him break free.

"Oh…", you said approaching, wearing a tight black outfit, the beautiful makeup adorned your face, with sparkles on your eyelids and a star under the eyeliner, "You always think that you will be able to defeat me, but we know that is not so, uh?", you approached with knives in hand, your face getting close to his, the mask and a small distance separating them, "You have to remember that I will always, always be one step ahead… Miguel."

His eyes widened, his mask moving in astonishment, "What?"

You laughed, "You don't have to hide from me, I know a lot more than you can imagine…", the tip of the knife passed gently across his cheek, cutting through the mask without difficulty, making him pull back his face, "Calm down, mi amor", you whispered, "Miguel is a beautiful name…"

"How did you find out?", he asked, feeling the cold wind of the warehouse lit by computers cool the skin on his cheek that had been exposed.

You were good with knives so you hadn't cut him because you didn't want to draw blood, and something inside him responded to the thought that you could do as you pleased with him.

"Ah…", you chuckled, "I have my tricks, Mr. O'Hara", the knife slid gently across his chest where the chains didn't hold him, horizontally, the uniform opened, revealing his strong chest. You sighed seeing the delicate nipples prickling, his breathing seemed uneven not out of fear, or out of anger, but for another reason, which made your eyebrow rise, "Oh…", you smirked, positioning the flat part of the knife on his nipple, making him suck in air between his teeth as the cold metal made contact with his hot skin. He groaned and shook his head trying to get rid of that feeling when the thin sharp tip of the knife played with his skin, "What a shame, Miguel. ¿No tienes vergüenza de eso?", you laughed seeing his erection showing in your tight clothes, "You like to be dominated by the enemy, Miguel?"

Your mouth was positioned on his, still covered over the mask, not much contact, just a slight proximity.

"You will pay for this", he whispered.

You laughed, your knife being placed in its holster on your thigh, leaving you free to slide your finger across his nipple, "How? Are you going to lock me up, 20-9-9? You'll never get it and you know it", and you ran your tongue across his lip, the tip of the knife in your other hand playing gently with the skin of his chest, only teasing the delicate skin, not cutting it.

"Shut the fuck up."

"Come on, Spider-Man."

You, again, licked his lip, then biting it, still covered by the thin cloth, your finger pinching his nipple. Abruptly, he grabbed you, grabbing your arms, pushing you toward the center of the room, slamming you against the computers.

Pulling the mask off, baring his massive fangs at you, earning a wry smile, "So pissed off."

"Carajo", he cursed.

And he kissed you. First you were startled, then you allowed it to continue. Your mouth opened to allow his tongue in, kissing him angrily, feeling his fangs rub against your lower lip, scraping as you kissed him. Your hands went to his soft black hair, stroking as you kissed him angrily.

The older one held your face tightly, his lips red from the kiss, panting hard, "You have to learn to shut your fucking mouth."

"If I don't learn, will you teach me, Miguel?", the way you said his name filled him with anger. You took the knife in your hand and started ripping his clothes off, from his neck, down his chest, until your hand was grabbed and the knife was positioned under your neck, "Are you going to kill me, O'Hara?"

"In a little bit", he promised.

And he kissed you again. His hands went to your ass, squeezing through the tight pants you wore, devouring your lips. One of his hands went to your chest, its claws scratching at the tight-fitting black turtleneck you wore, ripping through the material. With the hand that previously ripped your clothes off you, he grabbed you by the neck and squeezed, pushing you against the computer screens, looking at what he had done.

Your chest rose and fell, your lips red from the kiss, your breasts showing through the torn fabric. His free hand went to your breasts, scratching the soft skin over the nipple gently before sliding his thumb over the hard spot making you moan.

"Such a sweet moan, fucking slut", he grinned, letting go of your neck so he could grab both breasts at the same time, pinching the nipples, your back arching in the direction of his touch. Your legs tightened together making him laugh, "Carajo… tan increíble…"

"Miguel", you whispered.

You groaned loudly as you received a slap across the face after he held it, making you look at him, "Don't call me that."

"What do you want me to call you? Daddy?", you mocked, getting another slap on the face.

He laughed, bringing his face closer to yours, "I want you to shut up."

"Whatever you want, cariño."

He smirked and gave you a soft peck, lowering his lips to your neck, scraping his sharp teeth over your skin. Even though it was smooth, a little blood escaped, instinctively, he ran his tongue over the área, tasting your blood, before continuing his way down.

You held your own breasts and offered them to him. The brunette smiled and looked at you as he licked at your nipples before scraping his fangs over them. You moaned and took a deep breath feeling his strong hands tearing your pants, he didn't even use the claws, it was brute force, and that alone made your pussy throb.

He knelt down between your legs, picking one of them up and placing it over his shoulder. His intention was to provoke you, to just lick your thighs, kiss your pussy and lick the wet delicate lips, but you didn't have the patience, so you squeezed his hair and forced his handsome face against your pussy.

His lips sank into your wet pussy and he sighed as he began to lick you with so much lust, his mouth getting all wet. His experienced tongue going up and down with no rhythm, making you squirm and whine, while holding his hair. Miguel's claws were positioned over his thighs, holding them while he sucked your clit.

"Tan dulce", he whispered.

The brunette gently bit your thigh, making you moan and tremble, "Harder", you asked softly.

"Puta", he chuckled.

He bit the thigh a little harder, kissing the área, and soon after, started licking it, moaning low as he felt the taste of your blood on his skin again.

Miguel retracted his claws and took the gloves off one hand just so he could fuck you with his fingers, he needed to feel you, you were just begging for him to fuck you while you moaned disconnected words and begged for absolutely nothing with your mind completely blank. His mouth was experienced, licking you with such precision, making you squirm and moan, gripping his dark hair.

When O'Hara sensed you were close to cum, he pulled away, getting up, lips all wet with your pleasure, the pretty lips glistening, he licked them tasting a little bit more of you.

"No", you whimpered, "I thought you were the good guy."

"You thought wrong, princess", he sighed looking down, "Come on, take off my pants."

You nodded, taking a knife from your boot and sliding the shiny blade down the happy trail area, tearing his uniform, taking his cock in your hands and sighing thinking you could finally suck him off and have your jaw hurt from the effort to suck that thick cock.

Miguel had other plans. He flipped you over on the table, leaving you with your face pressed against the computer screen, your ass facing him. He slapped your ass and positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance. Your legs shook.

"Miguel", you whispered, "please."

"Oh", he chuckled, "are you polite then?"

You wanted to respond, to be rude and smart, but there wasn't time. Miguel sunk his cock all the way into you, his cock filling you completely, stretching you.

"I'll leave you all loose…", whispered the brunette, his body leaning against yours, biting your earlobe, "You'll stay days", and he thrust hard, pausing, "and days" , lunging once more, "thinking of me."

"Miguel."

O'Hara smiled and continued to thrust, making the table move with his movements, the monitors moving with the force he exerted. You whined softly and he moaned low, against your ear, feeling your insides crush him, press on his cock.

He didn't think he was going to end the day like that, fucking his archenemy in your hideout, but he wasn't going to complain, it felt so good. They kissed, the movements didn't stop. At first, as you went, he came back, but time passed and the rhythm was out of step with their desperation, each moving how they saw fit to sick for their own pleasure. His hands caressed and pinched your nipples, which were erect and hard against your digits.

You came first, moaning loudly in agony, your lower lip being bitten as you felt your body being overcome with pleasure.

You didn't have time to compose yourself, Miguel picked you up and put you on your knees in front of him. The thick cock in front of your face, glistening, the tip flushed and oozing pre-cum. One of your hands held the thick base, helping you to suck it while the other went to his ass, squeezing the soft flesh. You had to do it, you had looked at his ass on his uniform far too many times not to feel the need to grab it.

His hands held your hair, moaning low, feeling his cock hitting your throat, "What a loose throat, uh, princess?"

You smiled and licked the base before swallowing all of it again, your hand and mouth making twisting motions, going back and forth to give him more pleasure. His moans made your pussy ache, it was so good to hear, so low and dark, his fangs gleaming in the delicate light.

He pulled you by the chin and forced your mouth open with his hand, his thumb holding your tongue and the other fingers under your chin. He jerked off looking into your eyes, pausing only to watch his cum fall onto your tongue. The brunette held your mouth open for a few seconds, absorbing the image of you like that, the cheeks flushed, the eyes watery, the lips red and the tongue marked with his cum. And after that, he finally released it so you could swallow.

"Puta madre", he whispered as you got on your feet.

"I agree", you laughed while kissing him.

Miguel kissed you desperately, tasting his cum on your tongue. For a second, he wondered what he would do now, with his clothes torn like that, how would he get out of there like that? He needed to change clothes, but what clothes would he put on? Without being able to think of a solution, the brunette felt a thin needle in his neck, letting go of your lips, and soon after his body went limp, fainting.

Miguel woke up in his home, scared. He was wearing his own pajamas and lying on his bed, in the empty space next to him, his uniform was folded delicately with a card and a note on top.

Lost, he took the note and read it, chuckling afterwards.

"2099,

I hope you can pay off the damage with this credit card. We can't let you fight evil with your cock out. It will scare the old ladies.

Next time, you'll end up in a coffin, not in your bed after I blew you oh so gracefully. So be careful.

Signed,

Your #1 fan."

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[xatsperesso]

What if the boys know mc before going to rad?

It was 3 AM

Of course it was 3 am

I was just in the kitchen making myself a sandwich to avoid the existential crisis that's waiting to happen

And i do my lil-not-safe-around-knives-habit of closing my eyes and kinda doing things blindly when im tired. Then i saw a flash of light through my closed eyelids

That was the first time.

I open my eyes quickly and immediately see a chest

That is not my fluffy white cat's chest. That's a man

My eyes squint at the chest in front of me before looking for the head. It was fluffy orange head staring at my plate. The sandwich i blindly made using way too much cheese, pickles and tomatoes even though i dont like tomatoes.

I give the guy my sandwich

He smiles at me, gulps it then disappears

I really need to sleep. It's not funny anymore

--

The second time it's happened I was lounging in my living room enjoying a lazy day with my cat. Just scrolling through the tv, trying to find anything-

Ahem

I whip my head around and see green impatient eyes looking down at me.

"Did you summon me here to just stare or do you have a reason?" He glares at me

I stare back

He starts getting angry

I raise my cat's head as a peace offering

He looks at the cat, no anger could be seen and starts to pet it. I imagined the corner of his mouth twitching.

"Is that all?" I nod

"You're sacrificing this cat to me?" I pull my cat closer, profusely shaking my head.

He looks annoyed but he disappears like the first one

This isn't a one time thing

Dammit, i need to deal with this

--

It's taken me a couple of sleepless nights and endless research, but that's probably what i need to do.

I light the candles around the scripts, try my best to pronounce the words correctly, and wait as smoke encases the room.

"You are in the presence of The Great Solomon. Tell me, young sorcerer, why-" i grab his black robe and stare dead in his eyes

"Is talking to demons dangerous?? Will they steal my voice???" I ask as my voice wobbles, tears threatening to fall

"It's just that last time he was talking to me and i was afraid cause this has never happened to me before but it felt so rude not to answer when he started asking me and it was like he was judging me and-"

"Woah woah, calm down! Demons cant steal voices unless it's in the contract" I stare at his awkward, uncomfortable smile trying to find any signs of lies

"Thank fuck" I let out the hugest sigh of relief, and let go of the sorcerer "I sorry, this has been stressing me out but i shouldn't have grabbed you like that. Tea?"

"Yes, thank you, and it’s alright. This is why i made it possible for magicians to summon me. I take it that you've been summoning demons lately?"

"Nah, they just sorta appear out of nowhere"

He blinks at me

I blink at him

"What-"

--

I was engrossed in the horror movie. The music was getting louder. They were hiding from the it. they were running. One of them tripped cause of course they have to trip. The music is so loud now. They barely manage to hide-

"I, THE GREAT MAM-" I scream so loud the white haired demon gets startled.

"O-OI! What’s yo de-" screams from the tv interrupts him as the character got dragged by that-that thing and it started torturing them for fun-

Lots of screams, huddles, and complaints were heard that day

--

"Gosh, i wish they weren't so busy today" I sighed as i continued playing mario carts alone "i really wanna kick someone's ass"

Just say the word and god will deliver

The light appeared once again, and out came a blue haired demon and-ohmylord is that a tail!

Thank whoever keeps summoning them, now my boredom will cease to exist

"Ugh, why did you have to summon me now, normie"

...Ya know, maybe im not that bored

Still, i pick the extra controller and toss it at him. He caught it with his tail (damn i want a tail)

"Wha-! Don't just throw controllers-"

"Wanna play? I bet I'm gonna win"

The demon stared at me for a second, looked at the tv to see the mario cart game. He seemed tempted

"Tch, I'm not gonna lose to some normie" he plopped down besides me and chose a character

...I'm gonna decimate him

--

"Hah! Noob"

"Shut up! You must be cheating!"

--

My cat gave me something

This was the first time

I was not ready

A red-head suddenly appeared in the living room

He looked mildly confused, but was smiling nonetheless. He looked ready to say something, probably cheerful.

I burst out crying

That made him panic, and that's probably when he noticed the blood in my hands

My cat gave me a headless bird, and that left me shaken

Somehow, he ended up cradling my hysteric form as i cried

After i calmed down and thanked him for trying to comfort me, he said it was nothing and left

He looked very confused the whole time

--

Halloween was around the corner, and i decided I'm aiming for traumatizing people.

i took out my make-up, pulled up a 5 minutes craft video, and tried my best to imitate.

turns out im very good at make-up. it looked like someone cut up my face and blood was oozing out!

of course, a demon had to show up now of all times

i look at the light, and the demon comes out of it twirling like a ballerina.

he seems like a weird guy

"You've summoned me, Asmo-oh my! you're hurt. sorry, but I'm not really fit for this kind of things" he said, eyeing me up and down "unless you have a good payment for it~"

"...ignoring that, I'm not actually hurt. This is just make-up!"

"Oooh! That is pretty good, would fooled anyone! but it's not cute at all. let me show you how to look hella cute" he comes close, nabbing a make-up sponge out of nowhere

"W-wait! I'm doing this for halloween!! I want to look scary!" He grabs the makeup remover and grabs my face

"C'mon, sweetheart, scary is overrated! Just let Asmodeus take care of it~"

--

Once again, it is 3 am. I need a better sleeping schedule.

I'm in the kitchen making some hot chocolate, when he came. In all his grumpy glory holding a pillow.

"Dammit, what the fuck do you want, human"

Oh

His voice was laced with malice

His eyes stared me down with hatred

He was murderous

I need to be careful around this one

...but

It's 3 am. I'm tired. Too tired to deal with this shit.

I return to my hot chocolate on the stove "want some hot coaco?" He squinted at me, warily

Fair. I'm a stranger after all

"What kind of ploy-"

"Just hot chocolate" i grab more milk, more choco. Maybe I'll add more marshmallows too "I'm planning to drink some at the roof. The stars look bright tonight. Wanna join?"

He was still untrutsful, he was still wary, but when i put a cup im front of him and headed upstairs, he followed.

He just sat quietly, i tried my best to not look at him a lot, try making him feel safe.

It was nice. We didn't talk, we stayed far away from each other. He left his cup for me to clean.

But it was nice

--

Shit shit shitshitshitshi-

That's all i can think of as i scramble to get on top of the table. Im so not fit for this

A light, my savior, appeared leaving behind green haired demon

Yes, he's gonna-and he's already on top of the fridge, staring in fear

"WHAT Are you doing?!" I screamed cause what the fuck??

"You must have Misunderstood something. I am not to be summoned for such things"

"... WHAT THE FUCK IS THE POINT OF YOU HAVING ALL THIS DEMONIC POWERS IF YOU'RE SCARED OF A FUCKING RAT"

"May I remind you that you too-"

Meow

"*Gasp*, Satan!" I yelled in relief as my fluffy hero came and chased the mouse out of the room

"Pfft"

"You got a problem with my kitty?" I grumbled, getting off the table on shaky legs to get tan-tan, my hero, some treats and cuddles

Unlike a certain someone who's still on top of the fridge

"Not at all, it just reminds me of someone" he hopped off the fridge and came to give my kitty a few pet

I smiled. Seems like demons like cats.

Or maybe satan is a demon cat

"if that's all, i will be going then. I still have duties to finish"

And just like that, he vanished.

Squeak

Oh. Right.

The mouse is still in the house somewhere

--

Alright, time to work

I'm sitting cross-legged, tablet on my thighs, stylus in my hand and trying figure out how hair works

"Ah. Where...am i?" He asks, looking very confused

A bright light, much brighter than any other appeared, and the person who came out of it seemed to glow

That's a first

"You're in my house. You don’t..look like a demon?? Sorry if that..offends you?"

"Don't worry, I'm not offended at all" he waved his hand dismissively "I'm not a demon, though. I'm an angel. Were you trying to summon a demon?"

"No, they actually just suddenly appear around me. I didn't know this could happen to an angel"

"Well, i didn't know an angel could be summoned" he looked kinda dazed

Im not sure what to do

"Are you..okay?" He looked at me for a moment, a soft smile plastered on his face

"No"

"...do you, want to drink something? I could fix you some coffee"

"Yes, that would be delightful. Thank you" he slowly dropped to the ground, staring at a spot on the wall

It was very awkward until he realised he could just leave

I think he's got an existential crisis to deal with

--

This time I didn’t see a bright light, i heard a 10 year-old scream

I ran out of the kitchen, an egg still in my hand to see who the fuck is screaming in my living room

Lo and behold, it was a 10 year old

"Wh-where am i?! Why am i here?! Did-did you do this??!" The kid was near tears at that point

"Hey, hey hey, calm down" i slowly drop to my knees "it's alright, buddy. i know suddenly being transported here is very scary. Is this your first time?"

"Alright, thank you for telling me," he's glowing like the other angel. An angel too? "You're in my house right now. Do you know how to do magic? Like teleports and stuff? So you can get back home?"

"Y-yes" he's still near tears. He’s also far away from me, untrusting, but he's not screaming. I call that a success

He sniffs, then lowers the arms that were shielding him

"No, b-but I'm sure simeon will know that I'm here and will come get me!"

"That's great! But it might take him a while to figure out where you are. Do you wanna help me make some cupcakes until then? You'll of course take some home with you" he brightened up at that. So cute

"Y-yes! What kind of cupcakes are we making? Is that the kitchen? I happen to have these ingredients that are from the celestial realm and will make the cupcakes taste better!"

I smiled as i entered the kitchen behind him. He's so cute

"Seems like you know how to bake"

"Of course! I love baking things, and all the angels say that my baking is good! Don't worry, with me here your cupcakes will be the best cupcakes you've ever tasted! Simeon says that-" and like that he's taken over my batter and started adding stuff to it, only needing my assistance when something is on a higher shelf

An hour later, the same angel from before ("Simeon, look! We made cupcakes! Want one?) Came and took the lil' guy ("what's your name? I'm luke!") Away, promising him that he can have more play dates with me when I'm free

The guy, Simeon, looked like ge has yet to recover from his existential crisis

--

And just like that, the demons and angels kept being coming

"Oi, you will not believe how much money this scheme got me-"

And going

"Sorryy, but i gotta go now. How about we go to that centre next time?"

They kept coming with their antics

"Hah! Noob"

"At least not a normie anymore"

With their surprises

"What do you mean you're the prince of devildom? How the fuck do you keep ending up here?? Aren't you supposed to be the hardest to summon???"

With their favors

"MC! I am so happy i got here I've just found a new recipe in this book can we try it??"

With their worries

"My twin has been acting weird. He’s less objecting of lucifers plans, but its..very strange? and of coming out of nowhere"

Some still get shaken whenever they come

"Oh. I'm here again. I, thought it was gonna be that one time. Ha ha."

"...how about you sit down. On the couch this time"

And some decide to leave the second they see my face

"Oh, my apologies, but i must-"

"You will sit your ass down and you will drink the tea i make you or i swear i will-"

...Some have found out my address and just decided to make my house theirs

"Hey, apprentice! How about we learn how to-"

"Solomon, we've trained for 5 damn hours yesterday. I'm not uttering a single spell until I, at the very least, eat some damned breakfast"

I started learning more about them

"You named your cat after me?!"

"Your name is satan?!"

I started seeing them grow more comfortable around me

"I don't like humans, but, maybe not all humans are bad"

"...that sound kinda racist-"

"You know what I mean"

Months passed by, and I'm pretty sure i became close with all of them

Until the unimaginable happened

I got summoned

In a flash of light, i was somewhere else wearing different clothes(do their clothes also change?) I looked around to see-

"Guys!!" I screamed happily, it's always fun being around them

"MC!!" They screamed, their enthusiasm matching mine, but they all suddenly froze

"Wait, you know mc??" They turned to each other very confused, and suddenly questions were thrown, their voices growing louder and louder, and im just looking at them contemplating whether to break up the fight that will inevitably star-

"Silence!" A black haired demon suddenly yelled, and everyone stopped yelling "how do you all know of this human?"

Everyone stared at him, gears turning in their minds.

"LoL, Lucifer's the only one who doesn't MC"

They all joined forces (except for beel, the sweetheart) to tease black hair( Lucifer?) Over not being summoned before

"...are they always this loud?" I turn to Barbatos, who's looking very amused

"Yes, they've always been like this"

"Did you really never meet Lucifer, mc?"

"Ive heard of him. They always complain about him, especially satan and belphie"

"Well, worry not! I'd be more than glad to tell you all about Lucifer! I know the most about him, as he's my right hand man after all"

"...I thought you were talking about Barbs, your literal butler. The same guy who's taken care of since you were a baby" i heard a sigh from the greenette beside me

"One can only dream"

-- *bonus*

Knock knock

I looked at the door tiredly. Why would they willingly come to me at 1 am

still, I get up to open the door, and behind it was no other than Lucifer.

Weird, i could've sworn he was trying to avoid me all day

"Ahem, i apologise for disturbing you at this late hour. May i talk to you for a moment?" I let him into my room, then plop myself on one of the cushions on the floor.

He looked at me hesitantly

"You dont have to sit on the floor. There are chairs over there if you want" i say, but he shakes his head. He then attempts to, very awkwardly, sit on a cushion on the floor

Alright then

"So, what do you want to talk about" he looks out of his depth. Like he doesn't know what to say

Fair. No one knows how to talk properly at 1 am, and he looks like he'd rather get a seizure than talk in anything less than formal.

So I just accepted that this might take a while, and started playing with a rubiks cube satan gave me

I hate this cube

After a long moment of lucifer staring at me, he sighed

"I heard that you're the reason belphegor's..views on humans have changed"

"I guess that's what happened? I'm not really sure I'm the reason though. All I've done is give him some drinks or food, lend him my bed and occasionally talk to him. I didn't even try to change anything" i scratched my neck. This is somehow more awkward than Simeon's first visit

"Nonetheless, you were a big reason for what my brother's change, and I've noticed some changes in my other siblings. Positive changes."

"Well, it's nice knowing that I'm a good influence?" I really want him to just get over it. It's late and he's in my room and it's just very awkward

He looks at me for a moment, open his mouth to say-

"For fuck’s sake, Lucifer, just thank them already"

"Belphie! What are you doing in the exchange student's bed?" He asks very accusatory, as if he's not in the 'exchange student's' room so late into the night

"He’s been passed out there since dinner"

"And where were you planning on sleeping tonight" that's a trick question that i know the answer to

"LoL what's sleep" and i instantly regret saying that. That was not the right answer. His face is screaming it

"Just stay out of trouble, human" he gets up and goes to leave the room

He stops at the door way, and looks me in the eye

"Continue being a good influence on my brothers" then he closed the door behind him

"Don't worry," belphie yawns in his pillow " he's just like that. I'm sure you're be able to turn him around"

"Just make sure not to capture his heart too" he mumbled as he went back into deep slumber

Hah. Don't worry belphie

There's no way someone could like me in that way

I continue tinkering with the cube, solving it a couple of time, forget how to solve the xube and get frustrated, and before I knew it the sun was up again

Another day of trying to survive the boys' shenanigans

And I cant help but smile at that

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[thepaperpanda]

Management of Anger || Jake Lockley x Reader

Summary: Steven and Marc send Jake to anger management therapy so he can work on his murderous behavior. However, the whole therapy goes horribly awry.

Rating: 🔞explicit

Warnings: smut, minors DNI!

Word count: 3333 😃

Pairing: Jake Lockley x fem!Reader

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: orange italics - reader speaking Spanish, red italics - Jake speaking Spanish, blue italics - Marc speaking Spanish

Jake was fed up with it.

Marc and Steven kept bugging him about stupid anger management.

He didn't really need it, of course. His anger issues were nonexistent. Jake was fine, but those two were taking his actions too seriously, fucking pussies.

Yet here he was, sitting in a waiting room.

When another patient left the psychiatrist's office, a receptionist, who appeared to be a young girl, smiled at him. "Please come in, the doctor is awaiting, sir."

"Fucking finally. I was getting ready to leave," he growled, walking inside.

The receptionist frowned slightly but chose not to comment on the man's behavior.

The office was a large room with just a wooden desk, a massive leather chair, a chaise lounge, and an armchair.

You graduated two years ago and have recently opened your first office. You'd gained a lot of regular customers since then, but this man was someone new. "Please take a seat, sir," you said, nodding to the armchair.

Jake took a seat and looked around. The room wasn't anything special, but the thing that really got his attention was the pretty, cute doctor that was about to help him.

"I was expecting to see a kind of Hannibal Lecter-style doctor, but seeing you here makes it more worthwhile," he smirked.

You smiled at him and rose from your seat; after circling the desk, you approached the man and extended your hand to him. "My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and I'm the psychiatrist who will assist you with your anger issues. Would you like to start by introducing yourself?"

He grabbed your palm gently. "I am Jake Lockley. At your service," Jake said softly before placing a kiss on top of your hand.

You gave him your sweetest smile; it was very charming of him to act like an old-school gentleman. "Jake, it's a pleasure to meet you. Tell me what brings you here," you returned to your previous location.

Jake was quiet for a moment. Telling you the truth could put him in more trouble. “I was forced to come here by two of my friends," he muttered, looking at you. "When I look at you, it wasn't such a crappy idea after all."

"I'll take it as a compliment," you said as you settled into your leather armchair, crossed your legs, and put on your glasses to look over his file. "That's a reasonable place, to begin with. It's critical to have others' support, and I'm sure your friends were just concerned about your behavior. Jake, how would you describe yourself and how do you feel right now?"

Jake laughed softly at the 'support' part. They weren't supporting him, they were forcing him to come here. "I would describe myself as incredibly handsome and now I feel horny as fuck if I can be honest."

He made you laugh; this was not what you expected to hear from your patient, but he was so cute in his boldness. "Uhm, Jake, thank you for your input, and I must say, you're a very handsome fella, but I was more interested in whether you're angry right now and how your life looks on a daily basis. What are you doing for a living?"

"I do... Stuff," he shrugged, "if not for those two idiots who support me, my life would be a fucking paradise. It pretty much depends on the order I get. Ever since I laid my eyes on you, I feel calm like a fucking río."

"Is it safe to say that your job causes you stress and negative emotions? What steps do you take to get rid of them?"

"I..." He shrugged. "Punch a few fuckers. It not only calms me down but also gets the job done. So double win."

You took some notes and returned your focus to him. "Good. Let's move on to something else. Do you have any interests, Jake?"

"Let's see, smoking, drinking, guns, knives, murder...." He looked up at you. "Documentaries."

 

You took more notes with your brow raised. "Thank you for your candor. Would you mind telling me where you got your interest in guns and knives? You can move around the office freely if you want; it helps most patients think."

Jake nodded and got up to walk around a bit, curious about what he would find there. "What if I do mind telling you that?"

"We can of course change the topic then. No pressure."

"¡Maravilloso! Let's change the subject to... You being so preciosa that I want to fuck you here and now," Jake said boldly, walking closer to your desk.

You cocked your brow slowly. "That's very kind of you, Jake, but we should concentrate on you, not me," you chuckled, trying not to blush at the man's words.

"It's difficult to focus on me when you are here, pretty one."

"Mr. Lockley," you got up from your desk, giving him a look. "I need to remind you that I'm a doctor and you're a patient."

“I think that's a very fitting scene, don't you think, Mrs. Y/L/N? Just you, a pretty, cute doctor, and me, a troubled thug. We could have fun, cariño," Jake muttered in a low tone, daring to wrap an arm around your waist.

A quiet gasp escaped your lips; the situation was spiraling out of control. What scared you the most was that you were tense at all times, which was not only unprofessional but also inappropriate.

"You are so stiff. You like this, huh?"

"Maybe..."

"Maybe yes or maybe a lot?" He whispered.

You cleared your throat to maintain composure. "Mr. Lockley, I think you're crossing the line," you said quietly, barely moving your lips. "I'd like to request that you return to your previous location."

"Oh, I will return to my previous location, with you on my lap," Jake responded.

You led him back to the armchair he had previously sat in. "Now, Mr. Lockley, let me remind you that this is a therapy session, not some type of get-together."

He grabbed your waist and pushed you onto his lap. "Well, it's an anger management thing. What if you help me with my anger?"

He took you by surprise - you fell onto his lap with a tiny whine. You tried not to move too much while he held you on his lap; the situation was spiraling out of control. You reached down to improve your black pencil skirt, which reached just above your thigh. "I'm glad to hear I can help you with your anger, but Jake, this isn't about to happen this way."

"¡Vaya! Me encanta cuando me llamas por mi nombre," Jake hummed happily, placing a hand on your leg to stroke it gently. "I'd like to hear you scream it and moan it."

This guy was having an effect on you; no matter how hard you tried to remain professional, his grip on your waist and his touch on your leg made it nearly impossible for you to think clearly. "Jake... Please, bring us back to the session. Anyone can enter at any time."

"Oh, you are too pretty to lie and you are terrible at it, cariño. My session is on, no one can walk in as they please. Not to mention your guarding bitch that will stop anyone who would get such an idea," he whispered and gently kissed your neck. "Hueles tan dulce ... sabrosa. I can feel that all the anger is fading out so quickly."

You moaned, instantly covering your mouth with your curled palm, blinking in disbelief at your own action, as you couldn't keep your cool any longer.

Chuckling lowly, he moved closer to your ear and whispered. "Apenas te toqué y cantas. musica para mis oidos.”

You slid off his lap and looked down at him, your cheeks flushed. You pulled your skirt up and straddled his lap, cupping his cheeks into your hands to kiss him because he knew how to keep you going.

He kissed you back and immediately picked you up, getting up from his seat. Still kissing you, he walked to your desk, pushed the stuff off of it, and then sat you down before pulling away. "This skirt is annoying me."

You hummed a bit at him. "It's a shame, for you have to deal with it in some way. I'm not taking it off."

Jake smiled and pulled out his pocket knife. "Let's make a sexy slit for that beautiful leg of yours." Before you could protest Jake cut the material of your skirt on the side. "Let's see what is hiding there."

When his gaze fell on the black, lacy underwear, you gasped and your cheeks flushed. "You know how much I paid for this skirt, Jake? Now, give me the knife."

"Not happening, little one," he shook his head, hiding the knife. "I bet you will rip me off enough to buy a brand-new skirt."

Your hand rested on his hips and slid down to his crotch, where you massaged the slight bulge you could already feel growing.

Jake purred at your touch. "You are a quick one. Don't ya want to stay professional anymore?"

His mocking of you grew tiresome. "Fuck off, Jake Lockley, and do what you've wanted since the moment you laid your eyes on me."

As Jake laughed loudly, he knelt between your legs. Humming, he shifted the panties aside and latched on your clit.

You rolled your head back and slipped your hand into his locks, muttering quietly fuck.

He licked the delicate bundle of nerves, biting it gently from time to time just to get a reaction out of you.

Observing his actions turned you into a moaning mess. "Keep going, Jake, don't stop," you said, putting your legs on his shoulders. Him biting on your clitoris was the most pleasurable torture. After a while, you realized how wet you had become. "Fuck me, fuck me, I need you to fuck my pussy."

Jake looked up at you. His fingers slipped into your hole. "Oh, really?” He asked, moving his finger slowly in and out. "Ask nicely."

"Fuck me," you whined quietly, taking your glasses off and putting them aside. "Fuck me. I know you want it too."

"I want you to keep these on," he said as he reattached the glasses. "Yeah, now I can fuck you. Looking so fucking sexy," Jack nodded, working on his belt.

You bit your lower lip as you watched him. "Do you mind if I assist you, Jake?"

"Go on. Be a smart girl and take care of it."

You instinctively reached for his belt and undid the metal buckle holding it in place, then opened his fly, looking him in the eyes with a mischievous grin.

Jake watched you as he played with your hair.

As you gently pushed him off the desk, you hopped up and kneeled in front of him, pulling his cock out and licking his shaft.

He pulled your hair into a ponytail and held it tightly in his hand as he commented, "I thought you wanted me to fuck you."

"I want that as well," you replied, smiling at him, then bent in and caressed his left testicle with your tongue before sucking the whole nugget inside your mouth. You moved your right hand up to the base of his cock. Your mouth let go of his cock as you released the gentle sucking pressure. Your mouth and tongue then traced a trail up his penis until you reached the head. You used your tongue to trace small circles in the triangular region just under the head of his cock until he was squirming. Then you placed the whole head in your mouth still stimulating the underside with your tongue. Then you took as much of his shaft into your mouth as you could. Your right hand firmly held the base shifting up and down with your mouth which provided a gentle sucking pressure.

Jake hummed loudly as he enjoyed your attention. While playing with your hair, he scanned the wall clock. "You are one naughty doctor, but you better hurry up. Time is running out and I don't want to pay extra."

With a loud pop sound, you pulled him out of your mouth and spat down on his cock's tip. "If you fuck me well, I'm not charging you for another visit." When he was close to coming and his ball sack had tightened up into the base of his penis, you pulled back up to the tip of his cock, toying with him again tracing tiny circles with the middle of your tongue. You weren't ready for him to come yet. You released him with your mouth and hands and slowly stood to kiss him, hopping on the desk again, spreading your legs a little. "Come on. What the fuck are you waiting for?"

"Look at you," Jake mused, moving between your legs. He grabbed both of them and wrapped them around his waist before pushing his cock into you. Without giving you even a moment to adjust he set a strong pace with deep thrusts. "Tan poco profesional. Traes vergüenza a toda tu profesión. Me encanta," Jake said with a smile.

"Y no te molestó ni un poco," you gasped, wrapping your arm around his neck, in an attempt to support yourself, yet his pace was too rough to bear, so you ended up laying down on the desk, your back arched.

"Buena niña, mi propia pequeña zorra," Lockley growled, undoing your shirt so he could get to your beautiful tits. Then he moved your bra up, and his hands grabbed one of your breasts, massaging it.

"I'll fucking cum!" You whined, trying to keep your voice low. As he started kneading your breast, you moaned for him, feeling your pussy clenching rhythmically around his dick buried deep inside you.

"Cum for me, little one," Jake said, gently pinching your nipples.

With a loud moan escaping your lips, you milked his cock, arching your back even more and wrapping your legs around him tightly, to drive him deeper.

He praised you and after a few more thrusts, he pulled out and then pulled you back onto your knees. "Such a pretty girl," Jake muttered, jerking himself off to soon cum all over your face.

With a loud gasp, you tried your best to catch all of his cum into your mouth. You wrapped your mouth around his shaft after he jerked himself off, just to suck him clean. Only then did you get up and wipe his semen off your cheek with the top of your hand. "That was something, Mr. Lockley. You're so fucking talented."

“Doc, you're not so bad yourself. I've never felt so calm in my fucked up life," Jake nodded and adjusted his pants. "I think I would like an appointment next week."

As you pulled your skirt down, adjusted your bra, and buttoned your shirt, you gave the man a nod. "If you'd like, Jake, you can set an appointment with my receptionist. She'll be more than happy to offer you a term. I literally can't wait to meet with you again, Mr. Lockley. Thank you for today. And homework for you - try to focus on breathing and thinking about something pleasant once you feel anger growing."

"Oh, I definitely will do that. Especially when I'll jerk off. I'll be breathing and thinking about something nice... Like my sexy doctor," he muttered, walking to the door.

Running the tip of your tongue along your lip, you nodded. Don't forget to leave me something for me, Mr. Lockley. Have a good afternoon. See you next week."

Once he stepped out of the office, the receptionist gave him a glance; the young lady heard some inappropriate things and she thought she should call the security but since her employer didn't ask her to, she let it be. "Can I help you, sir?"

"Yeah. I would like to set an appointment for next week," he informed leaning against the desk casually, running his hand through his hair.

The girl cocked her brow and typed something on the computer. "Is Friday at 4 pm suitable for you, sir?"

"Sure it is,” Jake nodded. "Hey? Where is the bathroom?”

"On the left, at the end of that corridor," she pointed in the direction. "Do you need anything else, sir?"

Jake shook his head and then headed to the bathroom. He locked the door and smiled at the sight of two mirrors. It would make stuff easier. "So, I need to say. This whole anger management thing wasn't such a stupid idea after all," he concluded and started to wash his hands.

"You came there for the anger management, not the sexual management, Jake," Marc scolded him, appearing in one of the mirrors, arms folded against his chest.

Her thick, British accent continued, "You depraved that poor woman..." It was Steven, he was tugging on the sleeves of the shirt as he appeared in the second mirror.

Jake shrugged in response to them both. "Well, she wanted to fuck so I didn't 'deprave that poor woman' but I fucked the naughty doctor and it actually helped me with my anger so it's basically a double win situation."

"Oh, God. Marc, did you hear that? Tell him something. This is not what you do with women just because they want to do inappropriate things," Steven turned with his back to Jake.

Marc shook his head in disbelief. "Jake, really? I heard you set another appointment. Just please, no fucking next time."

"If you want to do those naughty things, you better ask her out, it's more appropriate that way," Steven added. "What if she gets pregnant? Oh God, you couldn't wear rubber, could you?"

Jake rolled his eyes annoyed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I finished on her face, this is not how stuff works, kid, but next time I will take some condoms. Thanks for reminding me about that, Steven. I will fuck her again and I ain't asking her out. Honestly, I already can't wait for another visit."

"Oh my God, Marc, do something with him, I'm going bonkers, I swear," Steven added.

"Jake, Jake, listen, it's anger management, right? We sent ya here so you can work on your murderous behavior, right? Not so you can just fuck your therapist, for Khonshu's sake," Marc shook his head in disbelief.

"Imbéciles, I will keep my murderous behaviors, but I am grateful for your help. For once the two of you actually became useful by finding me a pretty girl to let out some steam," Jake chuckled loudly. "Shall we go back home or will I keep standing here like an idiot and talk to myself?"

"It's time to learn how to treat women, and I'm addressing this not only to Jake but to you as well, Marc," Steven replied loudly. "He just fucks every woman he meets and breaks their hearts and limbs sometimes, and you almost dumped your sweet wife and vanished without a word for months. You both suck at maintaining a healthy relationship with girls," Steven added before vanishing.

Marc grimaced and blinked in disbelief. "What the hell was that?"

Jake listened and watched Steven with his eyebrows raised. Then he looked at Marc and shrugged. "Our frustrated, vegan, British virgin snapped? Or something like that, I don't really know. He is crazier than me sometimes."

"Don't be so harsh on him, he's... So much different than any of us. Okay, Jake, get your ass back home, we'll talk there. The last thing we need is to make any more inconvenience to the receptionist."

"Maybe she will join next time..." Jake hummed quietly, rubbing his chin.

"Lockley," Marc replied with a cold grimace. "Rápido, rápido."

"No me digas cómo vivir mi vida. Tu no eres mi madre," Jake said loudly before walking out of the bathroom to finally get back home.

#jake lockley #jake lockley smut #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x reader smut #jake lockley fic #jake lockley drabble #jake lockley fiction #moon knight smut #moon knight x reader #moon knight fic #moon knight fiction #jake lockley & marc spector #jake lockley & steven grant #steven grant & marc spector #writers on tumblr #fic rec

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Chapter 12 Nemo dat quot non habet (No one gives what they do not have) - Benidorm part 1

Taglist: @glitterypirateduck @letsreadallday @jamesrifftapes @sofasoap @mmyrrhh

Warnings: None

I didn't really check it so I'm sure it's full of mistakes...

Part 2 will be up this weekend, I hope

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Benidorm

But the day didn’t get better.

First, it took an hour just to get to the central part of the city due to traffic. Then, it took almost an additional hour to find where to park, close enough to the building where the CIA had a safe house, but not right by it.

And then, while they waited for Gabi to sign the documents at the safe house for the gear, Ghost, Soap and Riot plainly opened the bags and started laying it all on the tables to inspect both the gear and the containers, ignoring the protests of one of the caretakers.

‘‘I just had managed to fit it all inside… Ah, well’’ The man gulped down when Ghost briefly turned his eyes to him. ‘‘Suit yourselves’’

Two MCPR-300, three M4A1, a couple of flashbangs, eight handguns, and enough ammo for a whole troop. Bulletproof and tactical vests, night vision googles. A very small amount of explosives, not enough for Soap’s liking, and he started complaining right away while Gabi tried to reason with him. Riot sighed, shaking her head, and she didn’t have to look at Ghost to know he was displeased. His face was unreadable as always, but the tension in his jaw was unmistakable.

Gabi was talking with the two caretakers with Soap, and the third was by the door keeping watch over them, but she dared to hook a finger on one of Ghost’s belt loops as he sometimes did with her. He looked down at her, puzzled, thankful for the balaclava hiding the heat in his ears.

‘‘Knives’’ Riot whispered softly, and he nodded. Among the gear, there wasn’t a single knife, and that irked both him and her. Soap was angry at the lack of big explosives, which on the other hand Ghost was mostly thankful for as they were supposed to be on a covert op, but the lack of knives…

‘‘We’ll buy our own’’ She was still whispering, and unconsciously he leaned in, his nose almost touching her hair. At the same time she seemed to reach up, standing discreetely on her tip toes. ‘‘This city has a lot of expats and shady shit going on. I’m sure we can find some’’

Ghost nodded again, and then straightened up as they started putting everything inside the bags again. Soap helped them, still grumbling under his breath with an accent so thick that they didn’t understand shit, but the tone was clear.

‘‘The gear must be handed in when you get to the base in Rota’’ One of the caretakers said, reviewing the documents Gabi had just signed. ‘‘Intact if possible. You’ll also have to fill in these reports if you happen to use it’’

‘‘Let’s hope we won’t need it, thank you’’ The redhead frowned slightly, but didn’t lose her smile. ‘‘We’re on holiday after all!’’

‘‘I fail to see what kind of holiday needs two sniper rifles, M4s and handguns’’ The other caretaker snorted, handing her another, smaller, bag and two wallets. ‘‘Here’s the last of it. Laswell said you don’t need support, only the gear and intel, so… I think we’re done here…?’’

Both caretakers and the sentry by the door observed, jaw agape, while Ghost and Soap were already carrying the bags out without even giving them another glance. Gabi sighed, looking at them and then at Riot, who simply shrugged, grabbed another bag and followed.

‘‘Yes, we are done here… Thanks for the help, bye!’’ The redhead rushed behind her companions down the stairs, with the smaller bag in hand and stuffing the wallets inside her purse. ‘‘Hey, wait…!’’

By the time she got to the street, the other three were already placing the bags in the back of the SUV.

‘‘You could have been a bit more polite’’ Gabi grumbled, climbing into the backseat and then checking the paperwork she had just been given. ‘‘Ok, the apartment the CIA has provided us with is…’’

‘‘We’re going shopping first, hen’’ Soap smiled gently, patting her knee after sitting beside her. The redhead blinked at him, surprised.

‘‘Shopping for what?’’

‘‘Things’’ Riot answered simple from the passenger seat, guiding Ghost through the streets, Google Maps open in her phone. It didn’t take long until they parked in an open air car park, fairly close to a big deparment store, and the Lieutenant turned the engine off and looked at the Sergeant.

‘‘How much time do you two need for your shopping, lovie?’’

‘‘Give me fifteen minutes’’ Riot chuckled while opening the passenger door, and then, stuck her head inside again, looking into the backseat. ‘‘Gabi, let’s go, we need to go buy those things we talked about earlier’’

‘‘What things… AH!’’ Gabi yelped when Soap all but pushed her outside, grinning.

‘‘C’mon, hen, we don’t have all day, get on with it’’

‘‘What…? What are we doing?’’ Gabi whisper-yelled at Riot, who grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the department store. From the corner of her eye she could see Soap and Ghost getting out of the SUV and starting to open doors. ‘‘What’s happening? What are they doing?’’

‘‘Do you have field training, Gabi?’’

‘‘I… I had to undergo some basic courses back at The Farm, yeah, but I fail to see how that’s relevant, I just deal with communications…’’

‘‘Now that we’re in open air, in short, Ghost found a tracker in one of the bags’’ Riot explained, in a low voice, and Gabi almost stopped in her tracks, but the taller woman dragged her behind. ‘‘Don’t stop, we’re going to buy bags to move the gear. Then we’ll get rid of those and the car’’

‘‘Why the car? We rented it!’’

‘‘And we left it on the street for almost an hour, without vigilance, while those three idiots had you signing paper after paper’’

Gabi followed Riot inside the department store, feeling dizzy. The CIA had given them a bag with a tracker, and God knew what else there was in the bags. Now she understood why Ghost and Soap were checking the car thoroughly in the parking lot.

‘‘Laswell approved of this op, why would the CIA place a tracker in one of the bags…?’’

‘‘I doubt it has been Laswell’’ Riot commented, looking around and reading the floor plan before heading towards the luggage section. ‘‘But it makes sense they’d try to keep an eye on another HeadHunters operator in case Rico tries to kill me, doesn’t it?’’

‘‘Nobody is going to kill you!’’ Gabi whispered angrily, but Riot just chuckled.

‘‘I’m certainly not going to make it easy for them’’

*

Parking lot

‘‘Found another two in the bags, Lt’’ Soap sighed, tossing the devices on the backseat, and got a grunt for all answer from Ghost, who was hunched over the open bonnet, checking the engine.

‘‘That makes one for each bag, and two in the car’’ The Scot continued, closing the doors and walking towards the front to see what the Lieutenant was checking. ‘‘Guess the apartment will be full of them too’’

‘‘That’s why other arrangements have been made’’ Ghost huffed, straightening up and showing him another tracker. ‘‘I haven’t found listening devices though, only trackers. Which is good, we can get rid of the bags and the SUV with ease’’

‘‘What’s the plan?’’ Soap leaned against the car’s side.

‘‘We drive to the CIA apartment and leave the bags there. But we’ll move the gear in the car to the new bags Gabi and Christine are buying right now.’’ Ghost looked around, hooking his balaclava up to his nose and offered the Sergeant a cigarette. ‘‘You’ll search the apartment with Gabi for listening bugs and the like. Meanwhile, Christine and I will go and rent another car, and turn this one in’’

‘‘So yer leaving meh in an apartment alone with ma hen’’ Soap chuckled, and Ghost rolled his eyes, taking a long puff off his cigarette, but his own scarred lips were twisted in a sly grin.

‘‘Give them a show, will ya Johnny’’

‘‘Gladly’’ Soap laughed heartily, observing his friend as the tall Lieutenant, still grinning, looked in the direction of the department store. The scars that marked his face looked redder than usual, and there was perspiration on his upper lip. The unforgiving Spanish heat was getting to him just as much as the others, maybe more due to the balaclava.

Since Las Almas, Johnny had seen Simon’s face quite often, as the Lieutenant tended to take his balaclava off when they two were completely alone, like when they were playing videogames in the Scot’s room. Or with Gaz, the three playing videogames together. In those moments, Simon seemed at ease and relaxed with them, exchanging awful jokes and anecdotes, and laughing heartily.

In those moments, Johnny could see the man Simon had been, once, and understood the sadness he could see in Price’s gaze sometimes when looking at Ghost. One night, after Las Almas, both of them drunk out of their mind, Simon had opened up and told Johnny everything. Everything. Roba, his family, his torture, his revenge.

‘‘Have ye shown’er?’’

Simon looked at Johnny, cocking his head to one side. He wasn’t stupid and knew right away what his friend was asking though.

‘‘Have I shown who what?’’

‘‘Ye know what am asking’’

Simon sighed, meditating his answer while exhaling the smoke, slowly. Johnny just looked at him, waiting for what he already knew would be a curt no.

‘‘No’’

‘‘Why?’’ Soap moved closer, looking up at him, holding his cigarette between his lips, arms crossed. ‘‘What’s stopping ye?’’

The Lieutenant stubbornly kept his eyes looking forward, avoiding both the Scot’s blue eyes and his question, and Johnny laughed incredulously.

‘‘Yer scared of her reaction? If she sees yer face? For fuck’s sake, Simon…’’

‘‘It’s not exactly pleasing to see’’ The Lieutenant grunted, smoking. ‘‘Nothing to bring home to brag about’’

‘‘Aw, c’mon, cocky bastard. Quite the opposite, ye said, and yer right’’ Soap’s hand slapped merrily Simon’s broad shoulder, receiving a grunt in answer. ‘‘Ye cannae think…’’

‘‘What if she gets reminded of what she’s gone through when seeing this… marred thing, Johnny?’’ Ghost grumbled, retreating further into himself, like a dark cloud had descended on him. ‘‘What if she can’t bear looking at me without going back to…’’

‘‘Yer aff yer heid’’ Johnny huffed, rolling his eyes, and stepped even closer until his crossed arms were pressed up against Simon’s chest, forcing the taller man to look down at him. Simon’s dark brown eyes looked as stern as always, but he had learned to see beyond that in the months since Las Almas. ‘‘Yer telling meh that’s what ye think if ye look at her face?’’

‘‘No’’ There it was. The hard edge to his voice was back, the low, dangerous rumble. ‘‘What I think is I want to destroy with my own hands whoever did it to her’’

‘‘What makes ye think she won’t feel the same if she sees yer face? If she sees you?’’ Johnny had to laugh when Simon’s jaw relaxed slightly, mouth almost agape. ‘‘Ye should know’er better by now. She’d be furious. She’d track any of the bastards down if ye let any alive to off them herself. Bloodily. And ye know it. Everything else are excuses’’

Ghost meditated about his words for a second, the black cloud seemingly vanishing, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he pondered. Johnny shook his head and finished his cigarette, turning around in time to see their two girls on their way back, carrying several bags of different sizes. Christ, one of them was even pink.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw a flash of white teeth and a wide grin right before the balaclava covered it again. Welp, that only meant Gabi and him would have to work extra hard.

#call of duty #cod mw2 #cod oc #call of duty modern warfare #cod original character #call of duty original character #cod fanfic #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty fanfic #cod fanfiction #simon ghost riley x christine riot vega #christine riot vega #riot vega #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #gabriella gabi cruz #cod fic #call of duty fic #call of duty fanfiction #call of duty oc #cod ghost #cod soap #cod riot #call of duty ghost #ghost call of duty #call of duty soap

[bringerofdeathandtheapocolypse]

So I've been on a Gajeel fic binge right now (It was originally a Fraxus one but then somewhere along the lone I picked up interest in Gajeel fics and changed course) and I was reading one fic and a little something jumped out to me. It was a fic that was set somewhere after the 7 year gap and in it mentioned Jet and Droy still not liking Gajeel. I'm here to argue why that isn't the case. (And also complain how we never actually get to see much of Gajeel being around them)

So def during Fantasia, they don't like Gajeel. That's obvious. I would say they start to change their view of him a little when they realise he was letting both them and Laxus beat him up with no pushback so that they wouldn't see him as a threat and would accept him as part of the guild along with him taking a pretty nasty hit to protect Levy despite already being in bad condition before hand (I do hope at some point if it ever came out what happened, that someone told Laxus off for that but if not, he did still get punished for his actions later) I wouldn't say they liked him but I think that's when they might have stopped being angry that he was there.

This is supported when around Tenrou, the only objections they have about Levy teaming up with Gajeel is that they weren't picked. We don't see them say anything about Gajeel potentially hurting her (Something the audience knows he won't do since he has used his own body to protect her from Laxus' lightning twice) And while sure that could have happened off screen, its not something we can confirm either since again, it isn't on screen.

After the 7 year time skip, they def seem to have forgiven Gajeel since we see them (once) go after Gajeel and Lily on a job and during Kotsh, they all seem fine with working together (Even if Lily and Levy are there as a kind of buffer) and don't appear to show any malice towards any of them (I will complain about Lily acting like Gajeel is a child earlier in the arc though because he is a grown man and if he decides he doesn't want to fight Laxus and doesn't show up by sunset then that's his business) I honestly can't remember exactly their reactions to Gajeel's fights in GMG since its been awhile since I've seen the arc in its entirety. I do remember that they were teamed up during Tartarous though but not much was shown there either.

But most definitely by the time Alveraz comes around, they are friends since when Gajeel "comes back from the dead" and starts defending Jet and Droy, Droy is telling Gajeel that he doesn't need to risk his life to save them, that they know he's been through a lot and that he should protect himself. Gajeel literally calls them his friends when he declines the offer to save himself and both Jet and Droy are happy at being called friends by Gajeel. They clearly at that point, like Gajeel and have forgiven him for what he did in PL.

The only sad thing about this is the lack of screentime they get together. Most of it involves Levy being there as like a buffer or the reason both Jet and Droy and Gajeel would be there which is kinda a shame because Levy wasn't the only one hurt by Gajeel. They were too. I wish we got to see some screentime of Jet and Droy being in a situation with Gajeel that didn't involve Levy because I like Gajeel being friends with them. Its sweet and a nice full circle for his character and gives Jet and Droy more than just being Levy's teammates.

Like maybe have Gajeel teach them self defence classes(Like a lot of people believe he did with Levy) so that they can defend themselves if someone were to ever surprise attack them again. I personally like the idea of him giving them knives made of his own metal (Something I headcanon he does for the people he cares about so that if they don't have magic at their disposal and are in a tight situation, they have a knife that won't break to most if any metals) but there are other options too.

This is just me giving out evidence to back up why Jet, Droy and Gajeel are friends and should both be portrayed as such and have been given more screentime. (I do hope we get to see their reactions to finding out Levy is expecting in 100 years quest and that they congratulate Gajeel too)

#fairy tail #Gajeel Redfox #Jet #Droy #Levy #Rant #Is it a rant if I have evidence? #Its probably a rant #Let Jet Droy and Gajeel be bros dammit

[weirdcat1213]

Its time for the weekly horrors- I mean Trimax vol 3 >:3

The Thoughts:

chap 1:

-AH EVERYTHING IS FALLING

-bro you are about to get into a fight can you stop thinking about your bf for 5 minutes

-fr tho, vash's words making him hesitate/angry is so dcfgjhbkml

-why everyone wants my babygirl dead :c

-now now, comparing someone with their brother isnt a nice thing to do

-oh so now we're not even making an allegory, he actually called him jeesus

-also "your soul is forced to endure the sorrow by the hundreds, suffering by the thousands, and the rage by the hundreds of thousands" im gonna throw up cuz of how that GOOD and PAINFUL that shit is

-the polar opposite of being a human huh...i mean besides something i said weeks ago about how he's further away from humanity more than he would like that point is interesting cuz most of the time we call him someone who is more human than any other person. he carries more pain than any human could endure and definitely has more patience than anyone will ever have but...hm...i want to come back to this

-ww pls dont make me cry today pls honey

-oh im gonna cry

-"your ideals will join you in the grave" i fucking hate thats the reason why we all try to be better people, thanks to that fucking wet cat of a man i cannot deal actually

-MILLIE :D

chap 2:

-i dont have much to say about battles but let it be on the record that I'm enjoying ww's eyes sm

-oh page 38 is cool as hell

-OH SHIT IS THAT HIS FUCKING SPINE????

chap 3:

-ww stop having pretty eyes youre distracting

-meanwhile :3

-ah geesus the body horror (so good but creepy)

-EYES :D

-so many fucking details. nightow got down even the smallest scribbles, as 98 vash would say

-oh right that....thats still upsetting

-i fucking swear people need to leave my son alone

-also fucking hate that he had to SHOOT A BABY even if it was fake

-I FUCKING HATE THIS ACTUALLY

-i can feel his fucking mind breaking i cant do this

chap 4:

-"i cant do this" yet here i am lmao

-i think if vash held me like hes holding that girl a lot of my problems would be resolved ngl

-characters reciting names always get to me :c

-also HA EAT THE PTSD ASSHOLE

-"why are there so many" brad you may want to sit down for this one

-..................i deadass thought "oh the doctor is here" IVE READ THIS BEFORE AND I FELL FOR IT AGAIN

-vash with his hair down :3

-nah hes not gonna kill you BUT HE FUCKING SHOULD

-oh i will kill so many people (vash is bleeding)

-hm. this reminds me of something in houseki no kuni (i wont spoil but maybe ichikawa had trigun as inspo which would be cool af)

chap 5:

-oh im yeeting myself (ww thinks about the children) -ww gives in his anger and fear when punching those weirdass faces but I'm gonna say this once: that doesn't make him weaker or worst. i haven't seen anyone think that of ww, i just feel that when he compares himself to vash he feels that way and i cant stand it :)

-vash i fucking swear-

-oh god the fingers...the fucking fingers...

-oh you are NOT talking to my vash about pain and agony

-OH WAIT I FINALLY UNDERSTOOD THAT PANEL OH GOD NO I HATE REREADS WTF

-XD my girls

no wait i need to get back to that. i thought that was emilio's dad not fucking vash himself oh my god I'm sick so sick actually wtfffffffffffff

chap 6:

-is this the chapter with the gays eyes cuz I'm not ready for that-

-oh fuck you nightow. fuck you for putting knives in the title page and the title being "families"

-i want to punch so many things but I'm at work. fuck

-also i forgot about this stampede parallel GOD WHEN DOES MY SUFFERING END

-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THE GAY EYESSSSSSS

-yeah i agree this is literally the moment. like fuck. fuck actually. fuck what else is there to say.

-fuck

-like hes so fucking terrified that he was afraid for him, what his journey is causing ww, but even if he wanted ww to stay away and safe he knows ww would say fuck off, but also vash would not be able to take it

-THERES SO MUCH FEAR AND LOVE IN THOSE EYES IM GONNA BITE MY HAND

-OH I CANT ACTUALLY WHY DOES THIS HURT SO MUCH WTF

-im so fucking upset cuz the last 3 chapters were basically fights. they were full of energy and shit but now that is over and they are in a rare moment of peace, and everything fucking hits.

-im gonna go outside and step into oncoming traffic

-YES LUIDA MY QUEEN SHUT HIM UP

-WOLFWOOD :D pls never leave me

-i....*implodes*

-i am nothing. i just remembered that.

-OH CMONNNNNN

chap 7

-maybe i dont want to read trimax anymore. maybe a little person like me isn't strong enough for a 2nd round of the pain. with that in mind, lets keep reading :D

-WHERES THE NIGHTOW PUNCHING BAG WHEN YOU NEED IT

-wolfwood what he is it doesnt matter i swear pls cant you just love him?

-:c

-i dont like vash being emotionally attached to stuff cuz that means i have to yell HES LIKE ME FR FR

-oh that....that beautiful panel...amazing

-i think my mind blocked this out because of the previous sad things that happened, so now my brain is allowing me to process more sad things :3

-"i still have so much i must do" and i see i still have many tears to cry out huh?

-ofc wolfwood would ask about redemption

-cant my man show an important part of his past and show vulnerability in front of his friends in peace? damn

-im gonna start bitting my glasses

-GAY MOMENT PART 2 INCOMING

-luida pls i want to stop crying

-oh wolfwood honey....you just fell so hard for my man didnt ya

-i just realized the chapter is called "life as a" and I THINK the idea is to complete it with "life as a 'vash the stampede'" cuz he's not human

OK GREAT NOW I CAN RUN TO THE WASHROOM AND FUCKING CRY :D

#trigun #trimax #trigun maximum #trigunbookclub #nightow sir #i will meet you and i will end you #and then buy you coffee

[hexedrosel-arts]

Too many thoughts head full, time to ramble and say things

- Hall monitor being older brother to the kindergarten kids(Thought about him getting second job to save for college; and also to get the kids ice-cream if they behave; he mostly saves it though)

- Carla and Buggs friendship

- Ozzy and Buggs friendship

- Buggs dynamics with other ppl in general

- Penny X Carla X Monty (wanna write but have more important stuff than this rn :,])

- Kidd, just a lot of ideas about Kidd

- Ozzy, he plagues me daily

- Ozzy and Felix, but what if enemies to friends to lovers mutual pining and angst

- My OCs; specially the one who has her arms replaces with ribbons and she has a tank of poison inserted into her spine, she also now has a gun that shoots said poison and she refuses to die.(Also the angry spirit that follows her around and has knives in that surround him in the form of angel wings and halo)

- Kidd with ram horns(Kidd w/ sacrificial lamb imagery is something weirdly on my mind)

And surprising the one time my English teacher saw an image of Buggs I drew and called him a she(now thinking of butch fem Buggs)

Big thought below where I can't explain it in bullet point form

Honestly, I can't really bring myself to hate any of the Kg and Kg2 characters that aren't the adults. It sounds stupid but I just can't.

The reason is rather simple, they're five year olds. They don’t truly understand what they're doing, like at all. They may be the smartest 5 year olds ever, but they're still 5.

They can kill, harm, and just be the worst ppl ever. But they're glorified toddlers who barely understand that they're hurting each other. A sibling of mine visited our grandfather when he was dying and that stuff slipped over their head, and they were 4. Heck the stuff didn't make sense to myself and I was 7ish.

Felix may want his brother dead, but he might not understand that when his brother dies, he's not coming back. His father knows why he wants this to happen, but Felix may not know in the slightest, or at least not to the extent of that his father does. It's not an exact excuse for Felix’s actions, but I can understand why he has no empathy or care about what he is doing.

I'm using Felix as an example because I did hate Felix before. I hated that he wanted to kill his brother, that he was cruel, he was well Felix. I talked with my sibling about the game(it's been an obsession for a while), when my mom overheard me talking about Felix. She pointed out the exact reason why Felix is innocent in his crime to a degree, he's 5. He doesn't grasp murder or death or what an assassin is. He's smart for a 5 year old, but he still understands the world in the way a child does.

This doesn't just apply to Felix. But to all the kids and all of their little crimes. They don’t understand what they're doing, at least not on the level we do. Cindy and Buggs might understand that bullying is bad, but they don't know how badly they're affecting Lily and Nugget. Jerome doesn't understand that Lily didn't kill his father, he's only correlating that Lily hated his father, Billy went missing, and Billy was found when his father died.

More about Jerome. He's a smart kid yes, but I can't blame him for acting the way he does in Kg2, he's emotional because he found his father's body parts, and Lily found her brother around the same time. He wants revenge because he didn't know what we do. He just wants closure for what he believes was the death of a good man, his father even. Kg2 also takes place the day *after* his father's death, so we take an a child who is still *grieving*, who found his dad's dead body, and has moved to a different school, that's too much for a child to handle. Of course the child is emotional.

Jerome understands death more than the other kids because he experienced in the games first hand. We see the result, he knows his dad isn't coming back, he's upset, and he's not thinking straight. He's in smart class for a reason, but clearly he should have time to process his father's passing. In things that go boom(? Carla's misson), he acts irrationally upon seeing Lily because that's how a 5 year old would react, he found his father's supposed murderer and wants revenge.

When he finds the truth you know what happens? He cries harder, he apologizes to Lily and Kidd in that misson as well. He accepts that father was bad, which is a lot more than mature than he should be at that age, and moves on. He perfectly shows how these kids, while much smarter than regular 5 year olds, they still act like kids and behave.

(Note: I found it weird that a lot of the older wattpad fics charactized Jerome as always hating Lily even when they got older. But I can't blame them, we see Jerome as clearly being in the wrong, but we don't think to look at this in Jerome's perceptive)

In the end they're kids, glorified toddlers even. Death doesn't phase them because they don't understand it. They know things at a basic level, yes they are uber smart for 5 year olds, but they are still 5 year olds. I can't be mad at these kids for being- well kids. Yes they're mean and cruel to each other, but they're still kids. They don't understand that killing each other means they won't come back, to them maybe death means they won't see that person for a while.

#rosey rambles #a lot of talking from my end #I'll post some art maybe today or tomorrow #but I've just been suffering from the stuff again #sorry but i'm trying to get better somewhat #also uhm #if you want to ask me about anything i said here #you can 🥺👉👈 #tw religious imagery #please tell me if I forgot to tw something

[newkatzkafe2023]

Genderbend Villainous Disney Princesses x Yandere reader

Chapter 8 I remember you

So Alot has happened in your life in a short amount of time. First you were so sure that you were going to get murdered and die alone but no, you met a bunch of Hot, Clingy, Unusual boys.

First you meet a Rich Sultan who seem to be the jealous affectionate type (Jasmir)

An ice boy who is a big fragile baby (Elson)

A Huge Bratty Mer-boy who loves getting Punished (Adrian)

And Now a Mentally unstable Recluse Man who thinks you two are Married (Rasputin)

Yeah you are going to have endless stories for the children and grandchildren your going to have in the future. Any who you were sitting with the guys Elson leaned on your shoulder, Rasputin was laying on your lap, and Adrian had his face Smushed into your thigh. Finally Jasmir was standing infront of you and he was Fuming infront of all of you.

(Jasmir) NOT ONLY ARE YOU CHEATING ON ME, BUT YOU TALKED TO STRANGERS. I TOLD YOU NOT TO TALK TO STRANGERS AND WORST OF ALL YOU LET THEM IN THE HOUSE!!!!!!!!

You were just Staring at him venting, Elson had swetdropped from what he said, Adrian rolled his eyes, and Rasputin wasn't paying Jasmir any mind as he was giving you goo goo eyes.

(Jasmir) I told you Specifically not to talk to strangers yet you did the exact opposite. Now those set STRANGERS our rubbing up all over my Sultana!

(Elson) Hey man don't yell at 🧊 mommy she is my savior I would be dead without her

(Adrian) And she injured me so she was making it up to me

(Rasputin) Yeah After you tried to Attack her in the river!

(Elson) (to Rasputin) Says the guy who attacked her in her home!

(Rasputin) I only Attacked you two, I wanted to bring my wifey to my tower to protect her from the evil world!

(Adrian) (Starcastically) How Suggestive

(Jasmir) IM SORRY YOU TWO DID WHAT!?

(Y/N) HEY!!!

The four mean boys froze. They had Never heard you raise your voice even when you were angry so this shock them a bit. Even Parasol (fem Pascal) was slightly Intimidated

(Y/N) Now listen here Jasmir I'm not cheating on you. In fact I love all of you why do you think I keep all of you here. I only let you out because you are a Sultan and you have a kingdom to run and that would be irresponsible of me to stop you from doing that.

Everybody Stop and Stared at you it was like glass broke somewhere in the room.

(All the Guys) YOU CAN TALK?! LIKE TALK NOMALLY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!😱😱😱😱😱

You were weirded out by the sudden question

(Y/N) of course I can talk I was talking to you guys this whole time 🤨 Did you guys forget?

(Elson) it's not that, it's just you talk like a

(Adrian) like a deleyed Messenger

(Rasputin) I'm shocked you can talk in the first place you never said anything to me!

(Y/N) Boys it's been just me living in my home for 21 years. I had Absolutely nobody to talk too. so There was absolutely no reason to speak at all if it's just been me.

The Mean boys looked at each other before looking back at you

(Jasmir) that is deeply upsetting to here

(Rasputin) poor Isolated wifey

(Elson) I Sort of know how that feels I spent many years in isolation Mainly because of the fear of my powers.

(Jasmir) Well my darling Sultana I'm so glad you love and trust us enough to be open with us

You Smiled they still don't know anything do they? GOOD.

(Y/N) Well who wants dinner I made fried vegetables rice

(Boys) That would be nice love ❤️

Later that Night everyone went to bed, Elson slept in his bed cuddling a stuffed animal with a Pacifier in his mouth, Adrian slept in the indoor pool also with a Pacifier, Rasputin shared a room with Parasol and Finally Jasmir slept in the guest bedroom he was very tired from his trip from Arabah so he wanted lots of rest.

You of course was still awake sharpening your knives in your room. You smiled to yourself the boys are adorable, foolish but adorable. You thought you were going to have to find them, but no

they were coming to you just like you wanted

Jasmir loved you sense day 1

Elson really thinks he's your baby

Adrian the little brat loves you too

And Rasputin wasn't hard to deal with at all you played into his fantasy marriage just so you can keep him Exactly where you want him.

All these boys are yours and your never gonna let them go.

As You went to sleep you soon found yourself in a grass Field at night

You were not afraid as this Place was familiar to you. You continued to walk in the fields as you were looking for something or looking for someone, You continued to do so until you heard a deep voice sing

(???) I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream🎶🎶🎵 i know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam🎵🎶🎵🎶

Ah there he is, you quickly moved to the direction of the voice. You see a some nights ago you been have secret rendezvous with a tall blonde black armored man. You still have yet to learn his name but he is a gentleman, he always spoke in a soft deep smooth voice. It always comforted you and you two begin to fall for each other.

(Y/N) Hello.....Again.......My.....dragon..............knight

(???) (Smoothly) My darling princess how I miss you so

(Y/N) i.....missed...you.....as.....well.....how's....my ....big.....soft....dream.....man?

(???) I am well but I'm on a Search right now

(Y/N) what.....were.......you.......looking........for?

The taller man smiled down at you taking in your warm hugs and kisses

(???) My beautiful queen I am looking......for.........You

You two then kissed and that kiss turned into a make out kiss, before putting his hand on your large hips.

(Y/N) Do........you.......remember........how.....we ........met

(???) I kinda do

You see it started when Elson moved in, you were caring for him when he was horribly injured. You took a nap one day and for some reason it was night In your dream and you heard

A/N (watch the first part try to tune out the birds)

Now this was a deep voice that echoed threw your head. You were wondering if this sound was heard from the outside but it was closer then you thought. You continued to walk and as you got closer you saw a figure in the distance. He was tall, taller then you, he had a pitch black suit and a long dark cape and finally long blonde hair. He look big and Intimidating but for some reason it did not Deter you from approaching him. After all it was a dream a pretty long dream but a dream, anyway you slowly approached this man and suddenly the background turned green and when he turned around, he saw the most beautiful doll-like woman he's ever seen and you on the matter saw another Hot stray man just waiting to be snatched up. You two walk close to each other and he touch your sides while you touch his chest you as you Quietly observed each other before cuddling close to one another.

Which was the beginning to a beautiful dark breaking and entering/Romance.

Back in the present

(???) you were such an unusual creature.

(Y/N) As...were.....you.....my......king

(Both) I never seen anything like you, My beautiful disaster ❤️❤️❤️

Then everything began to disappear around you two, and you quickly Clinged on to him.

(Y/N) I don't want to wake up, I want you to be with me forever

(???) Do not fret my dear, I swear that when you wake right up that I will be right here for you, and I promise that we won't ever let each other GO.

(Y/N) ( Wearily) ok i trust you my love 💓

You two kissed one last time before you woke up. You slowly open your eyes, blinking slowly as the sun shined on them. You flinched a bit until you felt something around your waist you slowly looks down at the arm. It was to light to be Jasmir, not pale enough to be Elson, it was definitely not Adrian for obvious reasons and finally it's not Rasputin either. this arm has Muscles and he had noodle arms not to say that their was anything wrong with that😶

Ok you may not know this person but you know how to shank someone before grabbing the knife you sharpen under pillow before going in for the kill but the other person grabbed your arm.

(???) Quiet Impressionable Good morning dear

Then it hit you it was your dream man. He was real after all I'm mean you knew you were crazy but not that type of Crazy.

(???) Ah you remember now I told you I will be right here when you wake up

you dropped the knife🔪 and pounce on him as he laughed lightly as you smothers him in kisses. You secretly look at the bedroom walk to see a picture of you asleep in the same grass fields with a bloody knife in your palms.

You knew what this meant as you cuddled with your dream man for the rest of the morning 🌄

(Y/N) who are you anyway

(Auren) I'm Auren and your dream come true ❤️

Done Done Done!!!! Talk about it came to me in a dream. Anyways leave comments below!

#x yandere reader #disney #lydia the bard is awesome #youtube music #villain au #brave #encanto #mulan 1998 #sleeping beauty #snow white and the seven dwarfs #Tangled #Moana #aladdin 1992 #Youtube

[exilley]

i want to know #7 for literally any fandom ur in 🔥🔥🔥

what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

OH MAN. this has literally only ever happened to me once because i generally do not humor fanon/fandom beyond my trusted council but it was a huge reason for me falling out of trigun so quickly (if you'll recall the one month period i was obsessed with it. Embarassing! 🥳🥳) because the way those people talk about Knives is so utterly exhausting. it's like everyone forgot what Trigun was even about in the first place in their enthusiasm for the character drama. the writing devotes a lot of its time to fleshing out knives' descent into an unsustainable and harmful worldview and contrasts it with vash's own perspective (who himself is not the equal and opposite "good". he is just as hurt and angry but turns that all inwards as self-hatred and unproductive martyrism). it said Hey btw knives is in the wrong i am framing him as being in the wrong in every way possible but please don't dehumanize him for his beliefs because we all have the capacity to do horrible things and his villainy is not mutually exclusive with his personhood. And then i guess everyone took that as an invitation to woobify him in a different font. instead of infantilizing the character we will fixate on his trauma to untenable degrees. like great job everyone you've missed the point worse somehow👍

also the number of people who called him a fascist... because having an incredibly archetypal "kill them all + i'm right (source trust me bro)" character motive makes a character ideologically extreme right. political literacy left the chat i guess

#jin responds #codeword: love and peace

[feekins]

...TODAY, IN MY RE-READING OF CH 4 OF TRIGUN MAXIMUM VOL 1...

beloved new characters! Vash being adorable!! sadness!!! and even more translation discrepancy shenanigans!!!!

let's jump right in, shall we? ;D

(NOTE: I'm reading the Dark Horse [physical] and the Overhaul [online] translations side-by-side)

ok so in the Fall flashback, immediately after Vash lashes out at Knives when he tries to give him a hand to help him stand, the wording of the two translations is slightly different. on the surface, they basically mean the same thing, but. idk. you be the judge. Dark Horse has Knives saying "...what's your problem? You and I are the only brothers we have." meanwhile, the Overhaul has "What is it with you? You and I are brothers. We only have each other."

so then, Vash is like (I'm quoting the Overhaul here, but the translations are p much the same for this bit) "It's all your fault! Rem... Everyone... You killed them all!" and right here, I'm stricken by the way he's kneeling, tears in his eyes, screaming at Knives...grieving and so angry... 🥺

(Dark Horse on top, Overhaul on bottom)

and here's how Knives replies. imo Dark Horse makes him seem just...bad and chaotic, whereas the Overhaul's translation shows that what Knives claims to be his reasoning for his choices is more pragmatic (in part, anyway).

Vash responds with "you're not human!" which he means in a figurative sense, as in 'cruel; without sympathy, pity, compassion, etc.' - but, unsurprisingly, Knives takes it literally, which is where we get our next notable (imo) translation discrepancy. Dark Horse has Knives saying "Exactly!! Don't ever compare me to those faceless vermin!! Don't ever!!" meanwhile, the Overhaul has "Precisely! Like hell I'll be like them! Don't ever compare me to those vermin! Don't ever! Never again!"

oh, the irony in that extra bit in the Overhaul. "Like hell I'll be like them!" ohhhhh, Knives. bby. literal child. you have no idea. 🫣

boozhoo, brother undertaker!!! 🪶 it's so interesting to think about Indigenous ppl like me in this 'verse. how do we navigate this new world? how do we carry on our traditions? how do those traditions change? in any case, it's comforting to see media in which we endure so far into the future...

aaaaaand Vash and Wolfwood get to bickering like an old married couple again. love that for them~ 😆💕

I. would. totally get a tattoo of this panel. jeez, what a cutie.

and the way Vash gets to crying? about how bad the situation with the Polo family and the Fris family has gotten? after 152 years, despite everything, he's still so soft. as an adult, that really resonates with me 🥹

oof, this line from Wolfwood, though (Overhaul translation, but it's basically the same in Dark Horse): "Even people who would never fight will pick up a gun if their loved ones are killed." if that ain't one of the main theses of Trigun, man...

AND THEN WE MEET BRAD!!!!!! oh, but I have a newfound fondness for him =u=

one interesting thing I'd like to note: in Dark Horse, that lil guy we see with Brad is consistently just called "Sensei" - but in the Overhaul, he's "Doctor". I suspect this might have been to differentiate him from the "Doctor" we meet just before Knives' resurrection in Trigun vol 2. anyway, it makes a lot more sense to me, "Sensei" being called "Doctor"...but to avoid any confusion moving forward (and to avoid spoilers), I'll stick with the way Dark Horse refers to the two.

oh and also, in Dark Horse, Vash refers to the place Brad and Sensei are from as "the city" but in the Overhaul, it's "the colony" 🤔

(Dark Horse on left, Overhaul on right)

...yeah, idk what this is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ANYWAY. this exchange between Brad and Sensei over the next 2 pages rly strikes me. it goes like this in Dark Horse:

BRAD (talking to Vash): "Well, I'm sure two years is nothing to you."

SENSEI: "Stop it, Brad. He's not that kind of human."

BRAD: "Hmph. Human!! Human, you say?"

but in the Overhaul, it goes like this:

BRAD: "Well, I'm sure two years is only like a blink of an eye to you."

SENSEI: "Stop it, Brad. He's not that kind of person."

BRAD: "...hmph. Person... Yeah, right..."

'human' VS 'person' - linguistically speaking, the 'person' translation makes more sense. irl American English speakers don't go around saying "I'm not that kind of human" - it's 'person'.

either way, though, it's another illustration of the kind of reservations some humans might have about Vash...

...but here, what *I* have reservations about is Dark Horse's timeline!

last chapter explicitly takes place in February of 0113. that would make Lost July (which happened on July 21, 0104) nine years ago.

oh, Dark Horse, u so silly~

Dark Horse's translation of those two big speech bubbles is "The only one who stood against him all this time...the one who can't leave, who comes back from the dead, is that gentleman, right there." so. whereas Dark Horse frames the conflict as something solely between Vash and Knives, the Overhaul frames it as Knives against humanity, with Vash as the necessary force that comes between them.

and...oof. "Won't you trust me" gets me every. time. 😭

oh, and earlier in the chapter, Brad mentions he met Vash once when he was 4yo. after the exchange above, we learn it's been 13 years since then, which makes Brad 17yo at present! just another timeline thing I'd like to note =u=

the translations are similar enough here, but...idk, I just want to show them both here, bc either way, it's such an important scene for Wolfwood. you really get a glimpse into how he thinks, how he sees the world - not to mention how, as we've seen before, he truly is a man stuck between a rock and a hard place...

...and then we have Vash's response. in the Overhaul, we see that for him, it's not a matter of indecision or taking too much time deliberating, as Wolfwood seems to imply. for Vash, it's "right here and now, there are lives on the line, so right here and now, I'm gonna do something about it."

and now, we end on a silly note: this little panel on the last page of the chapter always confused me. thanks to the Overhaul, it doesn't anymore 🤣🤣🤣

#trigunbookclub #text postan 2k23 #boozhoo = hello

[boygiwrites]

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Rick and my Dad return alone in the afternoon.

I only have a short moment to be disappointed that they didn't find Sophia before something else steals my attention. After I recounted my time in the woods to all the adults, and how I almost ran into Jim right before being attacked by a walker, everyone's moods have gone from tense to tenser — especially Shane's. As soon as Rick and Dad make it back, he bounds down the RV steps and makes a beeline for 'em with those angry, balled fists'a his, and that stressed-out walk that makes his dog-tag sway. I crack the window open an inch so I can listen in on what he has to say.

"Listen," He huffs as he approaches. "We got a problem."

Rick cringes lightly. "Another one?"

My Dad, as he crosses his arms over his chest and leans against a nearby truck, lets his gaze wonder over to the RV, where he knows I'm staying. He glances at the tyres, the side-mirror, the roof, but never the window.

"Not a new one. An old one." Shane scoffs lightly. "Jim."

Suddenly, my Dad's all ears.

"Hell you mean?"

"Jim Davison. Your daughter just told me she almost ran straight in'a him while she was alone out there." He says. "Said she found his clothes hangin' on a line by a tent, his cap, the knife, the rope. And the way she described this thing — I believe her."

"Jim?" Rick frowns.

"Ain't nobody else wonderin' around out here with a Detroit Tigers cap and one'a Dale's steak knives." He shrugs. "It's him."

"Damn it." My Dad grumbles to himself, sounding exhausted.

"We knew there was a possibility he'd make it out." Rick sighs, as if that helps anythin'. "Hell, I mean, we banked on it."

"We banked on it, alright, but only 'cause the alternative was a whole lot worse." Shane retorts. "I mean, we were one peanut butter jar away from leavin' him there to starve, Rick, and I'm honestly startin' to wish we had. Them last couple days he was with us... the shit he was sayin'—"

My Dad interrupts him. "She almost ran into him, she said? He ain't get to her?"

Get to her, makes it sound like Jim wants to do somethin' bad to me, which is a scary thought. Me gettin' scratched was the whole reason he got abandoned in the first place, and even before then, he weren't my biggest fan. I always wondered why that was.

"Y'know, Daryl," Shane scoffs to himself, "How 'bout you go ask her yourself?"

Dad stiffens.

"Bendin' over backwards to find one lil' girl, while there's another'un back here wonderin' where the Hell her Daddy's gone off to." Shane argues, almost disgusted by the sight of my Dad right now. "You even seen her since yesterday?"

Dad has nothing to say to that, 'cause the answer's no.

"You even care how her wound's healin'? She could be on her death bed right now and you wouldn't even know."

"Shane, back off a little." Rick says quietly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I say we go kill him." My Dad suggests randomly, and with passion. "I say we go and find that damn camp and finish the job. Harley should know where it is. It's just the one tent, right? Easy fucking pickings. I've killed turkey's tougher than that lil' wimp, and I'll do it again."

"I ain't so sure that a wise idea." Rick disagrees.

"I'on give a shit about wise." Dad warns. "I give a shit about my kid."

Shane scoffs at that, 'cause of course he does.

Dad catches it. "What? You got somethin' you wanna say?"

"Oh yeah, I got somethin' I wanna say." He sasses, mirroring my Dad as he begins to straighten; begins to plan where exactly on his body that'll hurt and bleed and bruise the most. "I ain't got nothin' you wanna hear, though, 'cause—"

"Oh, who am I kiddin', you always got somethin' you wanna say."

"—you're livin' in denial, Daryl."

"Well, you ain't gonna be livin' at all in a minute, if you ain't careful."

"Oh, how classy's that?"

"Guys." Rick intervenes.

As the argument escalates, I pull the curtain back across the window to hide away from it all, pulling the covers over my face. All I can do is hope that Shane doesn't decide to blurt out anythin' stupid like, Remember when you belted your kid, Daryl, in front of Rick, 'cause Rick's a cop, too, and I already got one too many'a those things pokin' around me and my Dad's business. I lay there for about five minutes, after which the shoutin' stops, and then I lay there for about twenty more minutes, wondering once more where my Dad's gone off to. I wonder if he's gone to kill Jim.

I'm fiddling with Matilda's hair when I hear talking coming from outside the RV, this time much quieter than before. I lift the covers to hear better, confused. It sounds like my Dad's voice. Footsteps approach my door, and those also sound like they belong to him.

I sit up just in time to see my Dad standing in the doorway.

"Knock, knock." He says tiredly.

I'm shocked.

"Dad?"

He comes forward and sits on the edge of the bed, looking down at me placidly; wordlessly. I catch myself studying his face for new scrapes or bumps, but it looks like the fight didn't have the chance to turn physical, 'cause all I see is a single grape-colored bruise around his tender-looking eye. It feathers all the way up to his brow, paling to sickly yellows and greens as it goes. A stain of revenge. It's good to see his face in the light again. It's good that there's no anger there. He takes in my sun-burnt face; my bug-bitten neck. He reaches out and sets the warm palm of his hand — Not a nice hand or a mean hand. Just a hand — down on my stomach through the covers, over my wound, where just one day ago I was bleeding buckets of blood all over him. He frowns to himself and pulls away. Then he leans forward and pecks me gently on the brow. 

I don't even flinch. I don't stiffen, or gasp, or nothin'.

"I'll sing for you tonight, chicken." He tells me softly. It's not a suggestion, it's a statement, just like how I'm sorry is a statement. "So don't go nowhere."

That almost makes me giggle; almost makes me forget about the way my side is aching and my friend is missing. I think Dale and Lori, the worry-warts that they are, would have heart attacks if I tried to leave the RV.

He almost smiles, too.

"There's somethin' I gotta do, but I'll be back by dark."

"Okay." I happily agree. "I'll wait."

It's not a lot, but I'll take it. I'm just glad he visited me at all.

If Shane saw this — My Dad tryna be nice, and me lettin' him without question— he'd go mad. I don't know why I consider this, though, 'cause when have I ever cared about what Shane thinks? When'd he sneak into my brain?

After giving me one last kiss, this time on my forehead, my Dad gets up and hesitantly leaves the room.

"Look after her." I hear him tellin' Dale.

"Will do." He responds softly.

The door to the RV shuts.

I know my Dad wants to murder Jim like he murdered Ronnie, and he would shoot Shane without hesitation, and he yells at me and belts me and avoids talking to me, and that Shane thinks he's a monster, but even monsters can love — And love from a monster is better than no love at all.

I fall asleep with a fuller heart than usual.

"With tails in the air, they trotted on down past the shops and the park to the far end of town." Dale reads over the rims of his spectacles, the Hairy Maclary book propped up in his lap. "They sniffed at the smells, and they snooped at each other, when suddenly, out of the shadows they saw—"

"Scar-face Claw." I snarl with a grin.

The page turns, revealing... Scare-face Claw, the toughest Tom in town. Yes! I knew it. I love this part. I've read it a hundred times.

Dale, sitting next to me on the sofa, grins and sets the book down.

"You know what? I'm starting to think you know every page off by heart, young lady."

"I used to have almost all the books." I proudly say.

"Oh? Did you have this one in your collection?" He asks.

"Yeah," I nod, "It's my favorite."

"Lucky you," He bumps me gently. "Out of all the books in the world, your Dad found this one just for you."

I smile. He resumes reading, putting on a silly, not-very-Dale-like voice for Scar-face Claw like he always does when we reach this page. I never thought I'd hear Dale Horvath, deep-thinker and RV-fixer, go Meeeoow before, but I never thought my Dad would be nice to me ever again, neither, so today is just full of happy surprises.

We're near the end when T-Dog comes in.

He spots me and Dale on the sofa and chuckles. "This place is turnin' into a damn infirmary, ain't it? How you doin', little nerd?"

He juts his chin in my direction.

His forearm is wrapped in a red t-shirt that I'm pretty sure ain't actually meant to be red, and there's a subtle grimace built into his usually very cheery features. I guess he hurt his arm that day I went missing. It's good to see him standing at least, which is more than I can say for myself.

"I ain't so bad," I shrug, smiling.

"Had it pretty rough out there, huh?"

"I killed a walker." I tell him, 'cause it's fun to say. "Killed it dead all by myself."

He seems to find that funny. "I heard. Maybe I should start callin' ya little badass, instead."

I giggle.

"We're making the most of house-arrest by doing some reading." Dale says. "Gotta take it easy on those stitches before getting back out there, right?" He winks at me before turning back to T-Dog. "And how are you? The arm still giving you grief?"

"I's just lookin' for them clap-pills Daryl found. They in here?"

"The Doxycycline?" Dale deadpans.

"Yeah. The Doxy-whatever."

"Idiot... I suppose it is coming up for your third dose." He concedes with a great big sigh. "They're in the right cupboard, top shelf."

He pulls open the kitchen cupboard and retrieves the white bottle of pills that Jacqui made me take a couple hours ago. It's got my Uncle's name printed on the tag, which means it weren't picked up from a pharmacy or a dumpster — It came from my Dad. Jacqui said he offered 'em up the second I was outta his arms last night. It also had his birthday on it, which made me feel all bad on the inside, 'cause people don't get birthdays once they're dead, and the word Doxycycline, but it ain't had no clap on it. I thought clap was somethin' you did with your hands.

As T-Dog pops the cap, I ask, "What's clap?"

Are clap-pills for people who can't stop clapping? But T-Dog ain't clapping, and neither am I... Hm. Weird.

"Oh, Lord." He says, before downing two pills.

Dale answers more gracefully. "It's definitely not something you need to know about, that's for sure."

"Why not?"

T-Dog gives me an amused look as he puts the bottle back. "Trust me, kid, let's leave it at that. Ignorance is bliss."

Hm. I guess I'll never know.

"How many of those are left, anyway?" Dale asks him.

"Uh... 'Bout a handful." He guesses, sitting down in the booth. A hiss leaves his mouth as he peels the shirt back, revealing a line of thin, black X's stitched into his skin that look exactly like mine. He shakes his head, as if he just disagrees with his entire arm. "If they start to run out and we still ain't any better, I gotta say — The pills can go to Harley. I ain't gonna hog her chance at healin'."

"Don't be silly," Dale scolds him, taking off his glasses, which means he means business. "You're both gonna heal."

"Yeah," I parrot, "I don't mind sharin'. Not one bit."

"I'm just thinkin' rationally, here." T-Dog shrugs.

"I'm not too sure you are." Dale hums. "I think you're being pessimistic."

"Man," He tsks, annoyed, "Ain't we been worryin' about runnin' outta stuff since day one of this shit? We know how this goes. It goes in ya mouth, it ain't comin' back out again — Not in any useful way, at least... Same goes for pills. Simple as that. And when that happens, I'm sayin' Harley can have 'em. I'll be damned if she don't."

"Don't give up just because you can. Who's to say we won't find more medicine by then?"

"Common sense."

Dale looks like he's tryin' really hard to not roll his eyes.

"Okay, fine." He unhappily agrees. "For your peace of mind — Okay. But I'm telling you, this whole go-on-without-me thing is starting to get old."

He looks unconvinced.

"You believe this guy?" Dale murmurs to me funnily.

This makes him crack a smile. "Whatever, man."

"Oh, no, please. Keep offering your noble word to us, your highness." Dale jokes, making me giggle. T-Dog shakes his head, goin' okay, okay, okay, as Dale really rubs it in. "It was just getting good. That part about 'give them to Harley', oh, that was a clincher, that was. Almost made me tear up."

"Okay, old man, I get it." T-Dog chuckles. "Dang. You believe this guy?"

"I think you're both unbelievable." I say.

Dale grins. "That's it, then. You heard the girl."

"'Sides, you got more stitches than me." I tell T-Dog. "I bet it hurts worse, too. You were awake when they did yours, weren't you?"

I got lucky, 'cause I was knocked out when I got my stitches done.

He nods, tracing his wound with a finger. He makes himself laugh by saying, "Awake and screamin', that is."

"Oh, you weren't that bad." Dale dismisses.

"When they brought out that damn spool of fishing line, I just about squealed like a little girl."

"Fishing line?"

"Oh, you don't know?" He asks, and I shake my head no. "Oh, yeah. The pills weren't the only thing your Dad offered up. When Jacqui saw how deep your wound was and started talking 'bout stitches, he got out his tackle box like Mary Poppins and gave her a bunch of fishing line to make it happen. Needle came from a sewing kit we found in a car. If that's not the definition of making the best of what ya got, I'on know what is."

I pull a face, glancing at my side. "So I got fishing line in my belly right now?"

T-Dog takes great joy in saying, "Yep."

"Eugh. That's weird."

"Well, we had to use something."

I never really gave too much thought to how the stitches got there.

"I guess we won't be catchin' fish anytime soon." I muse.

"It's a good thing we got plenty of pretzels and yoghurt bars, then." Dale jokes. 

T-Dog groans. "Oh, that's right! I forgot about those!"

He suddenly starts digging into the large rucksack sitting on the table, pulling out three blue packets and a couple pink and white bars.

"You hungry over there?" He asks me, before throwing some pretzels into my lap.

I catch 'em, smiling. "You're right. These are way better than fish."

"And skunk." T-Dog adds under his breath, ripping open a packet for himself. "Definitely better than skunk."

"Nothing to get the immune system back into shape than unhealthy amounts of sodium, huh?" Dale chuckles lightly, settling his spectacles back onto the hump of his nose. He re-positions the forgotten story book on his knees, thumbing through the pages. "How about we pick up where we left off, Harley? And T-Dog, you can stay, too, if you'd like. You're not too old for picture books, are you?"

"Hell, no." He enthuses. He makes himself comfortable in the booth, ready to indulge in the wonders of Hairy Maclary with us. "Read away, gramps."

I tear the packet apart and pop a pretzel into my mouth.

"Alright, then." Dale clears his throat. "Off with a yowl, and a wail and a howl—"

I'll be back by dark.

That's what he said, weren't it?

Then why is it night-time and he still ain't returned?

Story-time with Dale and T-Dog was fun and all, but now it's dark and the moon is out.

I think something's wrong.

This is when I realize, as cold chill crawls down the back of my neck, that I don't actually know where he is. He didn't say where he was goin', or what he was doin' — He just said I'll be back by dark, and that means nothin' to me, 'cause it ain't true. He could be in the woods, he could be somewhere along the highway, he could be hurt, or dead, or lost, or in some type of trouble that would keep him from comin' back—

"Dale," I nervously call out from the bedroom, nibbling on my fingernail. "C—? C'mere, please?"

I watch the darkened horizon become even darker by the second through the window, disturbed that I don't see my Dad there at all.

The door opens, but it's not Dale who pokes his head in — It's Rick.

"What's wrong, honey?" He asks me, glancing around the room as if expecting the bogeyman to have wriggled out from under the bed.

I tense.

"Where's Dale?" I ask, 'cause bein' alone with Rick is like bein' alone with a semi-poisonous gas. He's too much — even if he tries to make himself too little, like he is right now by speaking gently and sticking to standing in the doorway, 'cause he knows that any little thing could set me off. With enough pretending, he's a Dad and a leader and a friend who's saved my life twice over, but one little slip and he's the man who killed my Uncle again. I've gotten used to him by now, but my old English teacher used to say that frogs get used to boiling water if you heat it slowly enough.

"I don't know, actually." He seems to regret saying. "He was just on his way out and told me to keep an eye on things in 'ere."

Rick's been 'keeping an eye' on me?

Shouldn't he be out looking for my Dad, who said he'd be back by dark?

For somebody who's got two people unaccounted for right now, Rick's pretty calm, which makes me think he don't actually know my Dad's missing at all, which would mean Dad didn't tell anybody else he was leavin', which means it was a secret he only told me. Why would he do that?

"You want me to get Lori?" Rick offers nicely. "She's right outside. She'll be happy to help out with whatever you need."

I must stay quiet for some time, staring out the window, 'cause Rick speaks up again.

"Harley, are you alright?" He asks, clearly concerned.

Not really, I want to say, but I'm supposed to keep Dad's secrets. I've kept the CDC a secret, why can't I keep this one?

He steps inside, now, and cautiously sits on the edge of the bed. He even reaches out to feel my forehead, but I lean away a little.

"Is it your side?" He guesses. "You hurtin' again?"

"I'm worried." I whisper, a bit cryptic, like breaking little pieces off the secret won't make it as scary.

Rick frowns. "About what?"

"About— About my Dad."

I can keep the CDC a secret 'cause it's only me who was hurt, but it might be my Dad who's hurt this time, and that's worse.

"Why're you worried about your Dad, honey?" He asks, tilting his head, utterly confused. He might be thinking about last night, in the woods with my Dad. He knows something is up between him and Shane, and he's right. That's the other secret I'm keeping. I almost wish I could spoon feed him little crumbs of that one, too, 'cause it would be so easy, but I gotta remind myself I'm not doin' any of that. Not ever. "What's wrong?"

"I think he went somewhere." I say think, even though I should say know, 'cause I wanna be wrong so bad. "I think he should be back by now."

"Did he tell you he was leaving?"

I nod lightly.

"Leaving where?"

Chewing on my lip, I shrug.

I don't know where he went.

Rick stares down at his boots like there are little equations etched into the leather, and then turns to me again.

"And you didn't tell anybody?" He sighs.

Is he frustrated with me right now? I should be the one who's frustrated! It's my Dad that's missin'.

"No, I didn't tell anybody." I say angrily. "'Cause I thought he told everyone he was gonna leave! He always does!"

"You — You're absolutely right." Rick soothes me. "That's why I'm just a little confused right now."

"Well, you gotta go look for him." I whine.

"You're certain he should be back by now?" He makes sure. "Did he say that?"

"Yes!"

He takes a long exhale. "Okay. I'll... go talk to Shane, okay? He's on watch. Maybe he knows where he went but forgot to let us know."

I don't care about maybes. 

You don't find people with maybes, even if you're a Sherrif.

"Just find him." I bring myself to say to Rick. I try my best to glare at him, but I fail, 'cause there's all these stupid tears burning the corners of my eyes and this big lump in my throat. I just want my Dad. I just want him and he's not here, even though this time he wants to be. "Please."

I can't believe I'm askin' Rick for help. 

"I will." He promises, and I hope this one isn't empty like all his other ones. "Just wait here. I'll ask around."

"Okay." I grumble, watching him leave.

I go back to gazing out the window, watching the forest quiver and rustle in the hot night breeze.

I imagine Sophia out there, and in my mind, she's both curled up underneath a bush like a kitty cat and being ripped to shreds at the hands of a walker at the same time. I hold Matilda tighter, wishing I just knew which one it was, 'cause guessing is worse than knowing. I miss Sophia, too. If she was here, she'd braid my hair while we waited and tell me not to worry about my Dad. She'd be able to go through the Pokémon cards with us. She'd be safe and happy and there wouldn't be any guessing.

"What do you mean he's gone, too?" I hear Rick exasperate outside.

I perk up suddenly.

"He just left, man, like a couple hours ago." Andrea replies. "Said we was searching for Sophia."

Who? Who else left?

I crane my neck to catch a glimpse of them, but I can't really see much from here — only their shadows.

"Who left?" Lori asks.

"Well, first Daryl." Rick answers, stressed. "First Daryl and now Shane."

Shane.

All of a sudden, I get this feeling in my stomach that makes me wanna hurl.

As I gape, a single gunshot pierces the forest.

BANG.

A flock of tiny white birds shoot up from the trees.

They're gonna kill each other.

I know it.

This is it.

I feel sick. I feel totally, completely head-to-toe sick, and I'm not supposed to be walking right now but I'm already out of bed, anyway. The covers get caught on my foot and I almost trip, which hurts real bad — "Dang it," — and then I'm shoving past the bedroom door and then the main door and I really shouldn't be walking, 'cause this hurts even more, and just as I hit the tarmac, there are arms reaching out for me. They catch me like a bag of bricks. I try to stand again, 'cause I need to know what that was — I need to know who got shot, why, how, where — If it was my Dad.

If it was in the stomach, or the heart, or the leg or the foot or the head. Oh, please not the head.

"What the fuck was that?" T-Dog yells.

Anything but the head. You can stitch up anything but the head.

"Dad!" I shriek, as if begging him to come back; to appear on the horizon line, like the sun after a long, long night. "He's out there!"

"Shh. Shh, it's alright."

"No! Get offa me!" I shriek again, 'cause that's Rick — It's Rick who's holding me. "Get off!"

"Harley—"

It's Rick, not a Dad or a leader or a friend who's saved my life two times over — It's the man who murdered my Uncle and who's standing and doing nothing when my Dad needs his help. Rick, with that dumb badge that says King's County, but should really say Liar.

"You think it's them?" Lori worries, her face white as a sheet.

Glenn runs over. "What's going on?" 

"Who did that?"

"Was that a gunshot?"

"He's out there!" I cry loudly, choking on nothing as I struggle against Rick. "He's out there! He's out— He's out there!"

"I know. I know." He says, and then to someone else, "Go get your gun."

"Oh, God." Lori moans.

"He's out there!"

"I know. I know." Rick hushes. "I know. It's alright."

Jacqui rushes over and grabs me from the other side.

"Baby, you're gonna tear your stitches open." She warns. "You gotta be careful."

I think they've already torn open, 'cause it feels like there's red-hot lava oozing outta my skin, but I don't care. My Dad's out there. He's out there and he didn't tell nobody where he went and Shane's out there with him and they wanna kill each other. Jim's out there. They wanna kill him too and I think Jim wants to kill 'em back 'cause— 'cause that's what angry people wanna do. They wanna kill. It could've been him. It could've been a walker, 'cause there are walkers out there too, or the gun might've slipped, or they might've been fighting, or arguing, or, or, or— 

"Should we go look?" Andrea asks. "I mean, how do we—?"

"He's out there." I cry, breathing heavily through my clamped jaw, wrestling Rick, wrestling Jacqui, bleeding, wanting my Dad.

"It might not've been them." Lori nervously comments. "Might've been somebody else."

"No." Rick looks up at her, a dark look in his light eyes. "It was them."

That's all he needs to say to convince Lori.

"Then I'm with Andrea." She says. "Do we go look? We don't even know where they are."

"That's a whole lotta forest out there." T-Dog agrees.

I think I can hear Carol in the background, mumbling Sophia's name tearily as she paces back and forth.

"What the Hell are those fools even doin' out there in the first place?" Jacqui butts in. "And at night, no less. Are they stupid?"

"They gotta be." Says T-Dog.

Glenn comes running back with a rifle.

Rick stands.

I squeal like someone who's being branded with an iron poker as Glenn passes Rick a box of ammo and Jacqui wraps me in a hug, 'cause I know what's about to happen and what's already happened is nothing good. I cry as Rick throws a pistol to Andrea, and I cry as Lori bends down next to me, murmuring it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, and I cry some more as Jacqui tries getting a look at my stitches, which burn like scorpion stings.

"I'm gonna have to re-do these," She mumbles to herself.

On my other side, Lori brushes my hair back from my wet face. "Breathe, sweetie. Breathe."

What are they gonna find out there? My Dad, dead? My Dad, a walker? Are they gonna put him down like they put down Morales?

They're gonna kill each other.

I know it.

Either they've shot each other or they've shot Jim, but either way, someone's dying tonight.

Please be Jim, I selfishly pray. If it has to be somebody, please be Jim.

"You got a flashlight?" Rick checks.

"Yep." Glenn answers.

"Compass?"

"Yes."

"Fall in, then. Let's go." He says. "Andrea, guard this place 'till we get back."

"Wait—" Lori shakes her head, but there's no time.

Rick and Glenn hop over the guard rails.

They cross the field and the forest swallows them up.

My sobs fill the silence.

I just want my Dad.

The very last thought I have before I collapse with grief into Jacqui's arms is, He was gonna sing for me tonight.

My Dad, who I think might be dead, used to tell me, sometimes little girls don't get what they want.

He used to say it when I'd ask for an extra five minutes of TV before bed, 'cause I'd be cuddled into his side with my favorite stuffed animal, and it wouldn't be the end of the world if I watched just five more minutes, would it? And he said it all the time whenever I tried to pick up a snake on our walks in the woods behind our house, and also when I begged him with a laugh to stop tickling me. He used to say it all the time.

I think he'd say it now, too, 'cause all I want is for him to come back right this second, but I have to be patient.

If I was a little girl who got what she wanted, my Dad would emerge from the forest, and he'd do it right this very moment, and he would be a little banged up, 'cause I'll allow that, but he wouldn't be shot. No, he wouldn't be shot. Not in the foot, or the leg, or the head. Not anywhere. I would run up to him and I'd hug him as soon as I could reach, and I'd smell dirt and sweat and maybe some blood, but I'd also smell home. I'm sorry, chicken, he'd tell me, and I'd be a little confused on what exactly he's sorry for, but I'd forgive him anyway and he'd ask me, What've you been doing while I was gone, and I'd answer, I was brave and I waited and I wasn't worried one bit. If I got what I wanted, this would all be true.

But sometimes little girls don't get what they want.

I'm sitting under the RV awning, bleeding out in a blanket as I watch the horizon line for movement.

Jacqui says she needs to re-work my stiches, otherwise I'll be in an even worse way than I already am, but every time she gets close to me, I tell her to go away and she does. She and Lori have been spending all morning figuring out how to get through to me, and it's a perfect copy of that morning back at the quarry where I was rooted to that chair by the fire, refusing to talk because one of my family members was prolly dead.

I keep hearing that gunshot in my head. It's the sound of a door slamming shut, or a balloon popping.

A single BANG.

The sun rolls across the sky like a yellow marble, and the day slips away like loose sand in a timer.

I don't even know how long I've been sitting here by the time Jacqui approaches for the tenth time today.

"Go away." I croak before she has a chance to say anything.

"Damn, girl. Not even giving me a chance, huh?"

I frown, looking up from the trees.

"If you hear me out for just a minute," T-Dog says, "There's a bag of pretzels in it for you. The last bag of pretzels."

I squint at him.

"You ate all the pretzels?"

"I'm a stress eater." He simply says, before deciding it's safe to take a seat beside me at the little fold-out table.

I glance over at Jacqui and Lori, who are pretending not to watch.

"Remember what Dale said to me yesterday?" He asks.

"You're an idiot?" I deadpan.

"No— Well, yeah he did say that." He mutters. "But he also said, don't give up just because you can. You can't just sit here all day just because ya can. You need new stitches. You need food. Hell, you ain't even drank water today, I don't think. I know your Dad's been gone for a while, and ya sad an' stuff, but I'm telling you that man's a cockroach. It's only a matter of time before he comes crawling back, and when that happens, I'm not gonna have him breaking my nose when he finds out I let you waste away in that chair. No, sir."

I look up at him, confused at this strange tactic.

"Man, Dale too." He adds. "Guy's gonna be heartbroken if he finds out you didn't take his advice."

He gives me a very exaggerated look.

Whatever this tactic is, it makes me smile a little.

"Nobody ever takes Dale's advice." I dismiss.

"I did." He shrugs. "I thought this damn gash was gonna kill me, but there's a chance it won't. I ain't giving up."

"What happened, anyway?"

"Snagged it on a car door."

I pull a face.

"Hey, it ain't a knife in the guts, so I'm happy." He jokes. "But if I'm taking my meds, you gotta take yours, too. Let's start with that. You can have the pretzels after for dessert. How's that sound?"

I consider the offer. "Can I stay here while I take 'em?"

I can't leave this chair. I have to keep an eye on the horizon at all times, in case they come back.

"I'on care. Do whatever." He smiles. "We got a deal?"

"Sure."

When I glance over at Jacqui and Lori again, they look like they've just seen witchery.

T-Dog goes inside and comes back with Dale, who's holding a mug and two round pills.

"I heard someone's ready to take their meds?"

In the afternoon, I see someone coming — But it's not one of ours.

It's a woman.

She's riding a horse.

As soon as she spots us, she steers the horse in our direction, and even though Andrea points a rifle at her head, the woman ignores her. She draws near and pulls on the reigns, coming to a stop. The horse whinnies and clip-clops on the spot, a brown-gold thing with a shiny coat.

"Is there a Harley Dixon here?" She asks, looking us over.

Everybody goes still.

I don't know this woman. Nobody knows this woman.

She knows us, though.

Andrea cocks the rifle. "How do you—"

"Her Dad's been shot."

Lori gasps.

My Dad's— My Dad's been—? So, it's true? How does she know that?

I try to stand from the chair, suddenly immune to all the aches and pains in my body except this woman's words in my ear.

"Yeah?" Andrea challenges. "And how do you know that? Was it you who shot him?"

"No." She replies firmly. "It was a man."

"Is his name Shane?" Dale asks with distaste on his tongue.

"I don't know." She says. "But he's alive. I just got sent by a Rick Grimes and a Glenn Rhee to come and get his daughter. Is she here?"

I stumble forward, only getting a glimpse of her studded cowboy hat and purple shirt before being blocked by Dale, T-Dog, and Jacqui, who begin to argue with the woman, but I shout over them. I need to see my Dad. He's— He's alive, she said. My Dad is shot but alive. I'll let this woman whisk me away on a horse to a place I've never been if it means I get to see my Dad again. I'd go with her even if she didn't know Rick and Glenn's names.

"How do we know you're not lying?" Dale questions the horse-lady. "We're not just going to let you take a child on pure hearsay."

"Whether I take her or not doesn't change nothin'." She tells us. "Daryl Dixon will still be on his death bed."

It's a leap of faith, but we've gotten used to doing those.

Jacqui squeezes my shoulder, silently communicating with Dale before nodding down at me. "Go."

Go.

Where, exactly?

I got no idea.

The direction my Dad is in.

That's enough for me.

"Come on then, Harley Dixon." The woman beckons, reaching out a hand.

"Go," Dale agrees. "We'll catch up. Where is it you're taking her? When can we get there?"

Jacqui helps me up onto the horse.

"The Greene farm. Backtrack to Fairburn road from here; head two miles down. You'll see the mailbox."

He nods. "And just who are you?"

"I'm Maggie Greene."

"Thank you, Maggie." I tell her quietly, taking in her rust-colored hair and her green eyes as she smiles at me over her shoulder, thinkin' she must be an angel. I don't think angels get around on horses, 'cause they got wings for that, but this one does.

"We'll be waiting for you." She tells everyone.

The horse whickers and rears as she kicks her heels into its side, and then we're racing down the highway together.

The Greene farm looks like a watercolor painting.

It reveals itself like a pretty canvas as we trot through the thicket into a sprawling field.

"Pretty enough place to get stranded, am I right?" Maggie smiles, warm as the sun.

I see sheeps and cows slowly grazing in soft-looking pastures, and white clouds fan-brushed onto a baby-blue sky. I'm reminded of the wooden doll house I used to have, and how you could tell just by looking at it that someone has loved it very much for a very long time. We wind down a pebbled path lined by wildflowers. The beating of the horses's hooves sound like a steady heartbeat. I try my best to take a deep breath to match its pace, but my heart just won't slow down. I'm too nervous, too out of my depth, too scared. Shot but alive, is what I chant in my head.

The wrap-around deck becomes easier to see the closer we get.

There's one, two, three, four people standing and sitting around the stairs, watching us approach.

Two of their shirts are soaked in blood, like two red roses in the distance.

"Everything's gonna be okay." Maggie Greene tells me.

Shot but alive.

Shot but alive.

Shot but alive.

Author's Note.

Oh my gosh, this one was a ride and a half. I've been working on it on-and-off for like 2 weeks. How was that Ao3 crash, huh? I wasn't able to access my drafts for two whole days! Torture!!

I really, really hope you enjoyed this chapter. It's a pretty pivotal one, and it finally kicks off the main part of season two - The Greene Farm! I LOVE the Greene farm. I would 100% live there.

Who do you guys think shot Daryl? Was it Shane, Jim, Otis, or someone else? Hmmmm

Thank you so much for reading, and thank you even more for your patience. <3

Sending lots of love :)

#the walking dead #twd fanfiction #twd #daryl dixon daughter #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon twd #daryl dixon #daddy issues #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #rick grimes #shane walsh #angst

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For no reason whatsoever, here are random incorrect quotes as things that the Pevensies and some OCs from me and my friends have said... (some quotes we are actually going to use, others are for funnies)(sorry in advance, there's a lot...)

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Edmund: Just because you're pretty doesn't mean you can do anything you want!

Ailie: ...

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A: You think I'm pretty?

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E: please stop...

Susan, Lucy, and Matina: HA! CALLED IT!

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Probably Peter: SMALL FIRE! I SAID TO START A SMALL FIRE! THIS IS NOT SMALL!

Ailie: IT'S NOT MY FAULT THIS PLACE IS EXTREMELY FLAMMABLE!

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Ed: There's no way you could be an assassin!

Matina: And why not?

E: Because, you're just a teen in High School!

M (in an English accent): That's what makes me the best darling...

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Lucy: Why is silence golden?

Matina: Because duct tape is silver.

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?: We need to kick the door down!

Matina or Ailie: I got this! SOME- *kicks down door* BODY ONCE TOLD ME!

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?: You-you're crushing my spleen!

Matina, probably: You don't even know where your spleen is.

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(After a duel with Ailie)

Susan: Why is Edmund bleeding?

Ailie: Because he's stupid.

Lucy: I didn't realize that stupidity caused people to just start spontaneously bleeding from the nose.

Thundertrail: I think it's a new phenomenon.

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Ed or Pete: I have never been so insulted!

Ailie, Susan, or Matina: You don't listen much, do you?

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Ailie (to Ed): OH, you think I'm cute when I'm angry? Well get ready because I'm about to be GORGEOUS!

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Ailie: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeves.

Ed: I think you mean cards.

Ailie, pulling knives out of her sleeves: No, I do not.

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(The trio is getting in a car)

Matina: I’m driving.

Ailie, out of view: Shotgun!

Matt, turning to face Ailie: Aww! But you had it on the way here-

The twins: WOAH!

Ailie, holding a shotgun: No! I found a shotgun! (Pumps gun) And I want the front seat.

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Ed: I couldn't possibly spar with you and risk hurting such a pretty face...

Matina: Trust me, I'm much more than just a pretty face.

E: I was talking about me- my face.

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Ailie or Ed: I'm going to kill someone.

Su or Pete: Manners, ___

A or E: Politely. I'm going to kill someone politely.

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That's the last one lol... sorry again 🤪

#my posts #narnia #oc stuff #high king peter the magnificent #queen susan the gentle #king edmund the just #queen lucy the valiant

[pancake-breakfast]

Trigun Book Club! Maybe Wolfwood will show up in today's reading....

Archive

Trigun Volume 1: Covers + 1-3, 3 Detailed Thoughts, 4, 4 DT, 5-6, 5-6 + DT, 6 DT, 7-8, 9-10

Trigun Volume 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 1 Supplemental Research

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for Trigun Vol. 2, Chapters 2-4 below.

Chapter 2: Diablo

Ok, Legato Bluesummers is a HUGE problem child, but I LOVE LOVE LOVE his character design. This guy would adore goth fashion.

I wonder who's decided Vash deserves this particular hell. Also, it's noteworthy that the fact that they're sending TWELVE assassins after him (presumably one at a time) suggests they expect at least the first few to fail.

"Anyone in their right mind would keep that man locked up!" Hahahahahahahaha, try it.

Ugh, poor Vash.... He looks so sad and angry... and a bit scary. I'm worried for him.

It would be absolutely understandable if his feelings here were toward the humans unjustly locking him up, but the text goes on to let us know that the primary thing on his mind... the source of all his feelings right now... is Knives.

Flashback time!

Ohhhh, this is a place where '98 hard deviated, but Stampede stayed the course. '98 had Vash, Knives, and Rem running around with a handful of other characters back then, but here, it's just them.

Honestly, I feel like this panel is hitting on more story themes than are immediately apparent.

How sad that loneliness drove her to join Project Seeds. Sad, but understandable.

Oh, Vash, babygirl. Someone hug him.

You know, there's another character who wears an outfit that looks very similar to this in present day. And it's not Vash.

Full-on mom mode here in telling them what to do.

Vash looks older in this scene than he did in either anime adaptation.

Obscuring Knives's face. Smart. Can't see too much of him until it's Time.

TBH, Knives's argument here feels like justification after the fact. Like he needs a reason for everything that just happened to be right despite any elements of it going sideways.

For a pacifist, he sure can rock some serious murderface.

The ease with which he flips from murderface to softboi face is a bit disturbing.

He says this, but babygirl here looks SO TIRED. Whether or not he believes what he's saying, I think he really needs their kindness right now.

I don't know what Milly is trying to say/do here, but I wish her the best!

I just want to note that knowing my kana has made the sound effects a LOT more fun for me than they'd be otherwise.

Mmmmmm, something tells me Vash is likely to be out of there before morning. It might be this big guy who just showed up and opened fire, it might not. Who can say?

Oh, honey. Vash is NEVER unarmed. Even when he's literally missing an arm.

Hi, Monev! Thank you for introducing yourself to the class! You can sit down now. There's an empty seat right over there.

Yeah, the LAST thing Vash needs is to be trying to protect some bystanders against anyone making this level of posturing.

Good question, Monev. I don't think Vash is quite sure what he's up against, but he's clearly not going to underestimate you or take any chances. Not after meeting Legato.

Goshdarnit, the girls are still here.

Yeah, this could get messy.

I feel like Meryl taking a hit here was kind of nodded to in Stampede, where she also rushed in against Monev and nearly got herself killed.

See? Gun arm. Vash is never unarmed.

Annnd he's no longer chained down, either.

Not sure what's going on here, but I doubt it will be good for the building.

Yep. Sayonara, windows. We barely knew thee.

What's wrong, Monev? Looks like you might have bit off more than you can chew.

Oh, man. This end panel, though. Current favorite Vash murder pose.

Something something Hellsing something Alucard something aesthetic inspiration.

Chapter 3: Fragile

(The title makes me think of this song.)

Oof, little Meryl. I'm glad Milly's taking care of her.

I wish it was apparent who was thinking they can't let Vash go. I'm guessing it's Meryl, but that's based on metagame knowledge.

Iconic Vash pose.

Oof, goodbye, buildings. May you meet up with the windows from the previous chapter in whatever afterlife architecture ends up in.

Ok, this pause, though. This deliberate pause. The way the panels move from Vash shouting as loud as he can, to this almost peaceful pose of his back with the "ooooo" hum being the only indication of movement as he looks at a literal wall, to the GIANT SWISS CHEESE EXPLOSION. That's such a good build.

Ahhhh, and then this show of him focusing on the next page. People are getting shot, the world is exploding, and his gun is PERFECTLY LEVEL, his eyes are open. He's watching and waiting like a freaking ambush predator.

Aaaand he's injured. Darnit.

BUT HE MADE THE SHOT. TWICE. And Monev knows it.

Milly, still trying to help. <3

Heh, Vash might have lost the arm, but he didn't lose the arm. Hahahahahahahaha

Babygirl, remember the lesson you were trying to impress on Katie in the last volume. Don't get so caught up in your memories that you forget to be in the moment. The past is already fixed. The moment is where you can do the most good.

Something something it may seem silly something will to survive.

Uhhhh, why are we going to the bank now? Maybe something about that vault being thick and potentially safe?

Dang, we can just follow the blood trail, can't we?

Oof, trying to reload one-handed like this. Hands shaking. Trying to remember his own potential despite everything.

Uhhh... why was there just a bag of weapons hanging out there? Did Monev put it there earlier? It looks like something you'd find in a video game.

Honestly, this security guard should just take the night off.

Can't have Trigun without the bigass guns...

Vash is using the door as a shield. Just not the way one would suspect.

Again, with that perfectly steady hand.

Goodbye, Monev tough-guy mask. Hello, knee to the face.

Even after all this, Vash's resolve immediately cracks when he sees Monev's genuine fear of dying.

Again, with Rem's form blending into his and dominating the page. Meanwhile, he's just a shadow in the corner. Again, with the heavenly imagery of her, where here the only think keeping her from looking like a traditional angel is the lack of wings. But her hair, the way the cloth flows around her, and her whole pose speaks of angel's flight.

And, shaking, his gun dripping with blood from the force with which he shoved it in Monev's eye, he comes back to himself. And loses it in an entirely different way.

I love this last panel. It makes Vash seem so small and so alone. At the same time, literally everyone else in the panel aside from Monev is coming toward him to help. He might feel alone, but he's far from it.

Chapter 4: Scars

Ah, yes. Fragile things do end up with scars, if they don't break.

Honestly, what Meryl is typing here sounds far more journalistic than insurance agent-y.

She's starting to realize that, while Vash himself is a nice and gentle soul, there's a lot about him she doesn't know. I'm reminded of that quote, "No one will ever know the violence it took to become this gentle."

(BTW, I'm listening to the Stampede soundtrack and it's currently playing the version of Knives's theme with vocals and it's NOT HELPING.)

(Also, it sounds like SOMEONE is developing a bit of a crush on Mr. The Stampede.)

Monev seems to have grown some respect for Vash.

Ha, they gave this line to Wolfwood in Stampede.

I appreciate Vash's response. It says a lot about his character. Even when he seems like he's trusting, he's generally being far more cautious than people think he's being.

Quest #1: Complete! You've acquired a Coin Half!

*sigh* Everyone's scared, but he saved them all. But... their concerns aren't unjustified. If one assassin found him, the others likely will, too. And it's not like they'd send their biggest guns for Round 1.

You really shouldn't just walk straight into people's rooms. Even if you knock. Lucky for everyone he already had pants on.

Ugh, he's such a mess....

LOL, buddy. I hope that's not why you're turning down the opportunity for sex. And... if a partner really cared about you, it's not like she'd think less of you for them. Hasn't anyone ever told you chicks dig scars? Good on Meryl for calling him out.

Vash might have initially been put off by them seeing his scars, but now that they have, he doesn't seem to see a reason to hide them.

I don't think Vash could live a quiet life if he wanted to. Not with the Gung-Ho Guns hunting him. We'll not get into Ericks for the time being.

This is such a thing, though. I don't think she would fault him or think any less of him if he never bothered to settle that score. Then again, all things considered, him taking a back seat in all this would kind of be ignoring a ticking time bomb that might undo all she sacrificed for.

Huh, it's a bit of a surprise they let Monev stay for a few days, too.

There's something hilarious about Meryl's roller suitcase in the middle of the desert here.

LOLOLOL, Milly calling out Meryl for her intense interest in Vash.

Milly is a lot more devious than she looks....

Uhhhhh, what's with the cross? What's with Vash's panic?

Ohhhh, shit. Is that Monev??

Yep, it's Monev. Is... is he still alive??? Crucifixion is specifically designed to 1) be IMMENSELY painful (the spikes are generally hammered not through the palms, where they'd just rip out, but through the nerve bundle that runs up the forearm between the bones, which are holding the majority of your weight), and 2) slowly kill via exposure.

Nooooo, I don't like this guy alreadyyyyyyy....

I... I don't think Monev had a home. Not really. Not like the Gung-Ho Guns were gonna welcome him back to the mansion basement. He'd need to make a new path for himself in the world.

Yyyyep, it's E.G. Mine. Please send him back where you found him. I don't like him.

Vash, staying focused in this.

TBH, that get-up looks EXTREMELY uncomfortable.

I agree, Vash. I agree. I hope you can dodge this trolley problem with an Option 3.

Hahahaha, Vash manages to disable E.G. before his bag has a chance to drop to below shoulder level.

Howwww. How did he know Legato was watching?!

Oh, good. Legato's surprised by it all, too. And almost got shot. He's taking it pretty well, though.

Go for the source of the problem rather than the riffraff it's kicking up. Wise. Legato doesn't look pleased by this change of plans. But I think Vash is right to decide this quest is shit.

I feel very Two Cakes-y about manga Monev vs. TriStamp Monev.

(Warning: Spoilers for Trigun: Stampede ahead.)

There are things I like about both. And while TriStamp wrapping Vash directly into his backstory and mucking much more clearly with Monev's head might be a bit off-putting to some, I appreciated how much more personal they made his arc to Vash. You have all the same elements; a boy betrayed and trained to be a monster, released primarily to cause Vash pain, and then just as it seems he might be saved from everything he's been through, his life is cut short in a way that does NOT endear Vash to his killer.

But in Stampede, Monev's arc also holds the full weight of 20 years of Vash being too late. Too late to save the town. Too late to save the boy. To short-sighted to see the consequences of just trying to help. Too slow to save the man.

It makes it hit in a far more meaningful fashion... but I don't know that it would be right for manga Vash at this point in his story arc. Right now, he needs to recognize and reconcile what he is and isn't. We've seen far more of him being silly than we've seen of him being dangerous, and here, we see him leaning into his more dangerous side. Through his arc in the manga, we too must start to ask the questions Meryl asks, and might begin to wonder if, perhaps, the Humanoid Typhoon is far closer to the edge than he immediately appears.

#poor vash has had to spend too much time being serious in these chapters #though for SOME REASON i think that trend is likely to continue... #trigunbookclub #trigun manga #volume 2 #pancake analysis