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Fergus Reid Smut: Wolfenstein series

Note: Not very good at writing this kind of stuff but here ya go cause nobody else writes about this amazing game. Like this series needs more love, along with other games so maybe I’ll start doing more stuff like this.

“SUPRISE!” The whole Kreisau Circle shouted as the door opened to reveal Terror Billy and Bombate. Billy put his gun away once he realized what was truely going on rather than the rouse the crew had put together for the surprise. Anya had spent so much time planning this for William that it brought her great joy when his face lit up with a smile. It’s been a few rough months for them so they needed a simple celebration.

   The night was full of drinking, flirting, and downright mischief. This was Fergus’s night to tell the very pretty french woman named Maria that he was interested in her. It took him weeks of talking himself into it, and this was the perfect time. He had a rose and a little speech to give to her, he was ready. He just prayed that his arm didn’t fuck him over in this moment in time.

    Little did the Scottish man know that a beautiful American blonde was going to ruin his perfect plan in seconds. They called this woman widow because she was indeed a widow maker when it came to the Nazis. Some even thought she was more dangerous than Terror Billy because she enjoyed torturing the Nazi bastards before she ended their lives. Although her main talent was killing she was also amazing with computers. Her plan was simple, she’d control Fergus’s robotic arm from the computer that sat in the bar where Maria was playing pool. Widow knew Maria was sensitive so it wouldn’t be hard to send her running. Now, why all this trouble?

     Widow enjoyed Fergus’s company very well and basically fell head over heels for him, which is rare for a woman like Widow. She was mostly a loner with a bad past, never really enjoyed anyone’s company before so she would drive them away with her sarcastic humor. That’s what she loved about the hot headed Scottish man, he was sarcastic just like her. They met in Germany when the Kreisau Circle was hiding there. She was forced to work with the Nazis because of her skills with computers and such. Blakowitz and Fergus had breached the area she was working in, looking for information. She asked them to help her out and she would return the favor. Which she did by helping them gather information through the computers and being the widow maker she is. The Scottish man got close to her. They both realized that they had hard lives and that they understood each other. She flirted with him a lot but considering the age difference he brushed her off, or maybe he thought she was coming off as sarcastic. Curse her sarcasm.

         ‘Maybe this was a bad idea.’ She thought to herself. She wanted Fergus to be happy but she didn’t want to see him with another woman. So if she was going to follow through with the plan she was going to have to make a move. If he didn’t accept her then, then she would have to explain to Maria what happened. But at this point she didn’t have time to think because in walked the man that made her heart race. She saw the small rose that he held behind his back in his robotic hand and the small smile that lingered on his lips.

       Widow had the code all typed out, all she had to do now was hit enter and it’d be done. She watched as Fergus confidently strode up to Maria. At this point Widow stopped and erased all of the code that was typed up. She couldn’t do it. She didn’t deserve the Scottish man. He, however deserved Maria. Fergus deserves to be happy after all he’s been through. After erasing all the code she stood up from the desk chair and leaned against the wall to watch the exchange.

        Fergus whispered a few things to her and Maria giggled slightly as she leaned against the pool table.  Fergus handed the rose to Maria which brought a flirtatious smile to her thin pink lips. It was going well until his robotic arm groped her breast. She gasped and slapped Fergus across the face, it echoed through the room a few times.

“What kind of woman do you think I am?! She yelled in her french accent.

Maria stormed out past Widow and through the door. Widow read Fergus’s mind and caught his real arm before he could do damage to the robotic one.

“Slow down there, darling. Take a breath.” She whispered as she gripped his arm tightly. His angry face disappeared when he looked into her bright blue eyes and inhaled her scent. Sugar cookies. She smelled like sugar cookies. Fergus thought to himself.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” She whispered looking around at the people who were watching the scene unfold. She pulled him through the Eva’s Hammer and to her room which was next to the Kitchen. It was a decent sized room with drawings that hung on the wall along with her own terminal. She sat on her bed, pulling him down with her.

“Well that was a shit show, stupid bloody arm.” He grunted angrily while looking at the arm. She let go of his real arm, stood and sat next to the robotic arm. She picked it up, examining it and it squeezed her hand gently. “Well bloody hell.” Fergus whispered as he studied her.

“I think I know what’s wrong with your arm.” She looked up to Fergus and put his arm down. But the arm had other ideas, it slowly started to trace one of her arm tattoos.

“You do? And I’m sor-” He went to move his robotic arm away from her but she stopped him.

“Well for starters don’t be. This is going to sound crazy, but I think your arm has been listening to you this entire time.” His face twisted in confusion while his prosthetic wrapped around Widow’s shoulders.

“What in the bloody hell are you talking about, lass?” He growled, frustrated.

“Well think about. You still beat yourself up for what happened to Wyatt and now Caroline. I suppose the arm picked up on your subconscious and it’s literally beating you up. Now what happened tonight? Maybe your arm was telling you something. Maybe you thought you didn’t deserve Maria or you wanted someone else.” Widow explained while the metal arm moved down to her waistline. She hadn’t noticed it until now, Fergus didn’t even seem to notice. “Does that make any sense to you..?” She questioned looking at the Scottish man that blanked out.

“Yes. Yes it does.” He turned and faced her now. The metal arm reached up suddenly to her face and pulled it towards Fergus’s. Widow instinctively closed her eyes and let their lips clash together. But as soon as their skin touched, Widow pulled away. She wanted Fergus to make a decision, not his arm.

“Wow, your arm is grabby tonight.” Widow joked standing up and walking to her desk. Fergus was no doubt embarrassed, and a little disappointed. She bent down, giving Fergus a nice view of her ass and pulled out a brand new bottle of the finest scottish Whiskey. She turned around and waved it toward Fergus. His face lit up with a cocky smile.

 “Now ye have taste, Lassie.” He chuckled. She leaned against the desk and twisted off the cap.

“What can I say? I like my whiskey like my men, twice my age and from Scotland. A little sweet but strong and takes your breath away.” She flirted leaving the scottish man blushing. She took a swig and passed the bottle to him. “Some liquid courage, for the fine gentleman. Maybe you can go apologize to Maria or find the one you're really looking for.”

“Actually I rather stay here with ye.” He admitted smiling to Widow. She sat on the desk and reached for the bottle she was offered.

“Well aren't I just the luckiest gal tonight?” She questioned and took another swig from the bottle. Maybe the liquid courage was for her tonight rather than Fergus cause she was feeling really frisky. She leaned over to hand the bottle of Whiskey to him but she purposely spilled some on his shirt.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry!” She said quickly placing the bottle down.

“It’s okay, it’s replaceable.” He said looking down at the spill stain.

“Here let me help you with that.” He stood up and she grabbed the edge of his shirt, pulling it off over his head. She couldn’t help but stare at the tattoos and scars on his chest. She brought her hand up and traced over one of the larger scars. His robotic arm grabbed her wrist gently. She gasped at the sudden cold sensation. It sent goosebumps up her arms. Fergus’s arm started to push her against the wall. When she was fully against the wall, Fergus blushed.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered down to her.

“Can you just man up and kiss me already. Your arm has more balls than you.” She teased, leaving the hot headed Scottish on edge.

“You wanna see a man? I’ll show you a man.” He almost growled.

“Bring it on, darling.” She dared him with her cocky smile and lustful eyes. Suddenly both her arms were being pinned about her head. Fergus leaned down and kissed her roughly. He sucked on her bottom lip sharply as she hissed in pleasure. Fergus pushed himself against her and grinded into her hips. Fergus let go of her arms but gripped her chin tightly with his good hand while looking in to her eyes.

“I’m going to make you scream my name all night long and then I want you to tell me which man you belong to.”

“That British boy down the hall is pretty cute don’t you think?Bet he can do better things to me than you can.” She was pushing his buttons and the fire that was burning in Fergus was burning brighter every word she said.

“You got a smart mouth, don’t ye lassie. I’ll have to fix that won’t I?” He growled into her ear.  

“I’d like to see you try.” And at that Fergus slid her suspenders off her shoulders. He roughly pulled up her shirt to reveal her bare breasts.

“What a naughty girl.” He grabbed her breasts and kneaded them. Then he pulled one of her nipples into her mouth and bit it gently. Her back arched off the wall at the sensation.

“Is that all you got?” That made him push his robotic hand into her pants. He dragged one of his fingers against her wet folds as she let out a quiet hiss. “Are you going to talk now?” He questioned to the woman in his arms. He let got of her chin and laid his hand on the curve of her waist.

“How many times have you fantasized about this? At night with your cock in your hands. Wishing that your hands were mine?” He pushed his finger into her and she stuttered with her words. “H-how many times did you cum thinking of me? What did you think about anyways?” He pushed in a second finger but rougher this time. He pushed in and out at a slow pace, hoping to torment her. “Is that what you were doing that one night in the hideout? I could hear your moans through the wall. So you know what I did? I watched you though one of the many peek holes I had.” Fergus cock twitched at everything she was saying so he turned on a switch on his robotic arm. Vibrations went through the arm and through the fingers.

“Aaaaah, Fergus.” Widow moaned while she gripped his shoulders tightly.

“Too much for ye?” He teased working his fingers in and out of her at a faster pace. “I wanna see how many times ye can cum for me since yer such a cock tease.” He whispered moving to her clit. She threw her head back at the sensation and let out a series of curses.

“B-but when I-i watched you stroke yourself I was touching myself- aaaahhhh!!!” She cried out quietly as her first orgasm washed over her.

“That’s it, cum for me like a good girl.” Fergus soothed, he pulled his arm away and switched the vibrations off once she was calmed down.’

“Your turn, sunshine.” She pulled off her shirt the rest of the way as she stepped towards Fergus. Fergus almost drooled a little as he took a step back and admired the view. She eagerly pulled at his belt and pushed down his pants. He pulled them the rest of the way off after removing his boots. Widow pushed him down on the edge of the bed when he finished removing the article of clothing.

     She crawled on her knees in front of him and slowly dragged her hand against his clothed shaft. He leaned back and rested on his elbows to watch her. She reached up, gripped the hem of his boxers and slowly pulled them down. His hard cock sprang up and slapped his stomach. She bit her lip, I don’t remember him being this big, she thought to herself. She teasingly rubbed his hands against his abs down to his happy trail, then to his thighs. She kissed down his right thigh, occasionally stopping to leave a hickey. Although Fergus enjoyed her movements he wanted her to focus on the part that was making him uncomfortable. Finally her small hands gripped his large cock she gave the tip a small kiss. She looked up at him with an innocent face.

“Tell me, what do you want, Fergus?” The way she said his name drove him mad with desire.

“I want you to do dirty things with that cocky mouth of yours and make me fucking cum.” He ordered.

“Yes, commander.” The status was never a thing that turned him on until now but he guessed that she could make anything sound hot. Widow licked a long stripe up his cock. He hissed at the sensation while clawing at the sheets.

      She parted her swollen lips then she brought the head of his cock in her mouth. She bobbed her head a few times, experimentally. He was large so she had to stroke what she couldn’t put into her mouth. Her other hand massaged his balls while she worked on his cock.

“God, that feels amazing.” Fergus mumbled to himself. She looked up to her through her eyelashes. They shared an intimate moment for a few seconds between eye contact. Widow decided to take his cock deeper until her nose was next to his pubic hair. She gagged at first but got used to the feeling quickly.

“Ye take my cock good don’t ye?” She hummed in response sending vibrations through the Scottish man. He moaned, gripping Widow’s blonde hair tightly. This encouraged her to work faster. She got a good rhythm going but she stopped when Fergus screwed his eyes shut and gripped her hair tighter. She pulled away from his cock and he sat up with a disappointed face. Before he could ask what she was doing she grabbed his cock again and sucked on the large vein that ran through his shaft.

  “Oh my g-god, what the bloody hell. Don’t stop, y-yer hear?” Fergus came undone as she worked for a few more minutes stroking and sucking on the vein. Widow leaned back, still stroking as his oragasm came closer.  “Jesus!” He cried as he came all over her chest.

     “Was that good enough for you, commander?” She crawled on him and sat on his thighs.

“I fought through a focking war, started a revolution and lost my fucking arm. Do ye really think I’m done with ye quite yet?” He panted but gained his composure and rolled them over so he was in between her legs. He unbuttoned her shorts then pulled them and her panties down. The cold air hit her core which caused her to shiver. Fergus leaned down to kiss her clit, she moaned in return. He sat up, searched for his pants and pulled out a small sliver packet.

   “Well, you sure do come prepared don’t you?” The woman that laid under him giggled.

“Like I said the war has taught me a few tricks, ay lass?” He chuckled rolling the rubber on to himself. Once he did that he slowly rubbed the tip against her wet folds as to tease her. She arched her back up trying to get more friction between the two. He lined himself up and then pushed into her, slowly. He gave two slow thrusts and stopped.

   “Jesus, Ferguson!” She whined at his pace.

“I want ye to beg for it, lass. Tell me who ye belong to.”

“Please Fergus, I belong to you!”

“You’re going to have to be more specific than that.” Fergus smirked as the woman looked up to him with pleading eyes.

“Please Commander, fuck me like it’s your goddamn mission to make me scream.” At that, Fergus pushed into her roughly. His pace was fast and his grip on her hips were harsh. His hands trailed to her breasts while her fucked her. He groped her breasts while she gripped his shoulders, leaving long claw marks down his back and shoulders. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room along with Widow’s quiet moans and Fergus’s low grunts.

  “Is this what ye wanted love? My thick fucking cock in ye?”

    “Oh god yes!” Widow moaned rolling her head back.

 “Do you think that cute little British boy could do this to ye? Look at ye, yer all for me. I did this to ye, not him.” Fergus growled moving his real hand down to her clit and rubbing small circles on it.

 “I’m all yours, Fergus. All yours!” She moaned.

She started meeting Fergus’s thrusts with her own hips increasing both their pleasure. Fergus threw one of her legs over his shoulder to get a better angle. Fergus enjoyed the view of her body with her tattoos and her cum stained breasts. It turned him on knowing that she was his. Fergus leaned down suddenly, bringing Widow into a kiss. It was different than the first, it was passionate. Fergus pulled away but moved to her shoulder instead. He bit down roughly, just enough to break the skin. The pain and pleasure mixed so well it through Widow over the edge.

      “OH MY GOD, FERGUS!” Widow cried out as her second orgasm shook through her. Fergus continued on with a few more hard thrusts until his orgasm neared as well. He pulled out, pulled off the condom. He stroked himself until he ejacaulated over her stomach, breasts, and her thighs.

       “Bloody christ, woman!” He called out and collapsed next to Widow. “Mission accomplished. I’ll be right back.” Fergus got up, put on his pants, and walked out. He came back a few minutes later with a warm wet rag.

 “Come here, love.” He cleaned her up, gently. He cleaned up the somewhat bloody bite mark as well. Afterward they both got dressed and headed back to the bar. I mean, it was still Blakowitz’s party. The two stayed together most of the night, drinking and laughing together like nothing ever happened, hoping that the crew didn’t know a thing. Little did they know, everyone knew.

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Preferences: Banana Bus Squad Pt. 2

Part one: https://madness-666s.tumblr.com/post/175925148733/preferences-the-banana-bus-squad-pt-1   

How they would Kiss you.

Vanoss: Evan had always been looked at as a leader but for kissing it was different. For once he didn’t want to be in control. He wanted you to put your hands around him and pull him into a demanding kiss.

Wildcat: Tyler was a giant so his favorite thing to do while kissing was to pick you up. He would lean you against a wall or a counter while he softly kissed your lips. 

Delirious: John was a rough kisser. He would nip at your lips and jaw line while he lightly scratched at your skin. 

Ohm: Ryan loved to surprise you when it came to kissing. He would randomly pull you into a passionate kiss at any given moment, sometimes tackling you. 

Moo: Brok was of course the shy one. So you were always the one to start the kiss. The kiss was always slow and sweet.

Terroriser: Make out sessions were never rare with Brain. The kisses were sloppy but Brain loved to run his hands down your body and make you feel like you were on fire. 

Lui: He always took his time. He’d kiss your lips then assault your neck with hickeys, marking you as his.

Nogla: Your kisses were lazy kisses. They were passionate kisses without all the rush and they were a little sloppy. You too usually made out laying side by side in bed, too lazy to move.  

Cartoonz: Your favorite thing was going up to Luke and pulling him down to your level by his beard and giving him a loving kiss. 

Panda: Anthony especially enjoyed kisses when your lips tasted like the previous lollipops you had recently eaten. He always give you a deep French kiss to enjoy the flavors on your tongue.

Fourzer0seven: Scotty’s kisses were always playful but always left you wanting more.

Basically: Marcel loved pushing you up against walls randomly and taking your breath away. He occasionally nipped at your skin that sent shivers down your spine.

Mini: Craig wasn’t much of a kisser but when he was, he enjoyed long make out sessions with you sitting on his lap.

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The Lonely Man

 There once was a man named Carter Bennett. He lived on Willow’s drive, in the biggest house you’d ever see. He was a sad man that had everything it seemed. He had a big house, an expensive car, and a high paying job. But he didn’t have anyone to share it with. He was lonely. But little did everyone know, at one point in his life he had someone, someone that made him very happy. She was a beautiful woman with a kind heart. Sadly, that heart gave out on her one day and she collapsed. She passed away shortly after as well as her twin sister from the same condition.

          Carter was heart broken. He couldn’t bare to live without her. So he did what he thought he had to do. He dug up her grave and brought her home for his experiment. For his experiment he tried to replace her with androids, but every Android he built was not perfect. They were always missing something. So he would start over, day after day he wouldn’t leave his house. Until one day he perfected her. She was the same woman that he had fell in love with.

       However, that Andriod wasn’t as perfect as it seemed. She turned sour when he presented her with old memory books of the two. She didn’t see herself in those photos but another person. She grew jealous, slowly over time at the thought of that ‘other woman’.

        She wanted him, all to herself. She didn’t want to look like that other woman so she dipped her head into a pot of boiling oil. Her silicone skin had melted off revealing her true android self. She had ran to their bedroom and dragged Mr.Bennett out by his feet.

   She had screamed over and over to him, “Do you love me for me, or did you love me for her?!” He didn’t know what to say so he crawled away in fear.

“I do love you honey.” Carter had tried to sound sincere.

“Then what’s my name?!” She had asked.

“It’s Amelia, what a silly question.” He had laughed, relieved at her question. Her angry twisted face only grew darker as Carter’s fear grew greater. “What’s the matter, honey?”

“My name is Emily, Amelia is my sister.” Mr. Bennett’s heart stopped for a second. He must have mixed up the graves, that explained why he was having so much trouble perfecting her. She pulled out a kitchen knife from behind her back. “Why did you make me do this, Carter? I thought you loved me because you brought me back and not her. But it was a mistake. I’ve loved you since second grade! Amelia could have had anyone but she didn’t want me to be happy!” She screamed while blue tears slid down her melted face.

“That’s not true-” Carter tried but Emily had already made her decision.

“YOU SHOULD HAVE CHOSE ME!” Emily cried while stabbing the knife into his stomach. Pain rushed over him but he had no time to react because she stabbed him again.

“Emily, why?” He cried. Blood dripped from his mouth while Emily bent down to look him in the eye.

“I want you to feel what I feel right now.” She whispered before shoving her hand into his wound and ripping his beating heart out.

“You’re all mine now.” She had whispered holding his dead body in her lap.

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When Death comes knocking: Pt.1 BBS one shot series?

  Note: TRIGGER WARNING. And this is a fanfiction. None of it is real but a few details of the guys so don’t be offended. I also added to this chapter cause the second part was really boring.

Death was never a thing I feared. I’ve looked it in the eyes many times with tears in my eyes. I was so close to the edge, until he pulled me back from it. We met on the bridge where I was going to end my life. I had taken my shoes off and climbed onto the ledge. I looked at the city lights one last time until I heard his voice.

“Hey! Get down from there.” He called as I stared down into the water.

“Why? It’s not like I have anything to live for.” I had called back tears streaming down my face.

“What’s your name?”

“I-it’s Viper, but what’s it matter to you?”

“My name’s Craig. Where are you from?” 

“Ohio.”

“Listen Viper, it’s gonna be okay. I know I don’t know you but there has to be something for you here or maybe in Ohio. There always is. I can help you.” My toes at this point were hanging off the ledge.

“You can’t help me.” I whispered. And then I stepped off the ledge but I was pulled back onto solid ground and into a warm chest. That’s where I met the love of my life.

He did help me, he saved me. I just didn’t know that I feared death so much until this day. The day where I stood in an emergency Room waiting to hear that he was okay. That he made it. Tears ran down my cheeks as I thought about life without him. I’d miss his laugh, his cheeky jokes, I’d miss playing video games with him, I’d miss his tantrums when he would lose at Mario Kart, I’d miss laying under the stars in his arms. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I lost him.

       The ER was mostly empty besides me. I felt so alone and so helpless. Craig’s parents lived in Europe and our friends were all over the country so I would be alone for awhile. I paced all night and not one update.The sliding doors suddenly opened and in walked Tyler and Anthony. They instantly saw me and caught me in a group bear hug.

“Any news?” Tyler asked worry in his eyes. I shook my head and wiped some of my tears away.

“When’s the last time you’ve eaten or slept, hun?” Panda asked me.

“Um, I don’t know. I’ve been here all night. I just want this to be over.”

“I know, I know. We do too. I’ll go get you something to eat.”

“Thanks, Anthony.” Tyler sat down with me and wrapped his arm around my back. I rested my head on his shoulder. Tyler and Anthony had always been like big brothers to me.

“What happened, Viper?”

“They attacked him, it was like some stupid prank. They hit his head pretty bad and they left him lying in the street.” I was so angry that this had happened to him of all people. “This is gonna sound stupid but why’d you guys come?” Tyler looked down at me, confusion written on his face.

“Because you and Mini are family. You don’t abaddon family in a middle of a crisis you fly clear across the country to see them. That’s why everyone is going to be here tomorrow.”

“They are?” Tyler nodded as Jiggly walked back into the room with a tray of coffees and a bag of food.

“Here you are my lady. And you Tyler.” Jiggly handed both of us a cup of coffee but before I could thank him a Doctor walked out.

“Ms. Monroe?” I rushed over to the doctor in a hurry, a smile creeping up on my face. Tyler and Anthony walked up behind me as well.

“He’s alive isn’t he?!” I asked excitedly.

“Well the surgery went well-”

“Thank god, can I see him?” I smiled so brightly towards Anthony and Tyler that I hadn’t even seen their reactions. “Thank you doctor, soo mu-”

“Viper-” Tyler called but I continued on.

“Really you’re amazing.”

“Viper-”

“So can I see him?”

“That’s not going to be possible.” The doctor looked uneasily at Tyler because I was getting on his nerves.

“Well, why not?” I questioned.

“VIPER.” This time Tyler grabbed my shoulders and turned me to look at him.

“What?” I asked a small smile laid on my face.

“You can’t see Craig, because Craig didn’t make it.” Tyler almost whispered with tears coming to his eyes. I looked at the doctor thinking that Tyler was playing some sick joke on me but the doctor’s face said it all. Then I looked at Anthony and he was silently crying. My eyes met back with Tyler’s. It was true. My body went numb. The coffee I was holding fell to ground and I almost fell with it but Tyler caught me and sat with me on the ground.

“Woah, woah.” He whispered.

“Noooo-” I croaked out into Tyler’s chest.

The funeral was the next day. All of our friends showed up including Delirious. Craig’s family came as well.

I was so broken and empty. It was like I was being torn apart from the inside out. I hadn’t slept in days it seemed. Last night was horrible, I didn’t want to leave Craig laying in that morgue. But Tyler carried me to an uber. Anthony had whispered that taking me back to Craig and I’ apartment was a bad idea to Tyler so they brought me to their hotel. I laid next to Tyler all night, crying into his chest. I slept a little because I remember having a horrible nightmare but not as bad as the one I was living in.

Tyler put me on suicide watch meaning someone had to be with me 24/7 no matter what. Someone even had to be in the restroom with me, of course with their backs turned. The guys took me home so I could change and while I did that they went to work. The pills were hidden, along with knives and anything sharp. The day was long but Tyler made sure to stay with me for the most of it and if he wasn’t with me Evan or Johnathon or Anthony was. 

 At the open casket I gave Craig one final kiss on the cheek as well as the engagement ring he gave me, I placed it on his chest. “Forever and always my love.” I whispered into his ear. I didn’t stay for the stories from friends or family instead I rushed out of the funeral home into the cold rain. I couldn’t bare to hear them, I’d break down again. 

“VIPER! WAIT!” I heard as I walked away from the funeral home. “Wait!” Tyler had finally caught up to me but he was out of breath. “God, you’re fast.”

“What do you want Tyler?” I snapped a little. I didn’t mean too but I just wanted to be alone.

“You can’t be alone right now. I know it’s all you want but I got to make sure you won’t do anything stupid. And running off in this cold ass rain is pretty stupid. Here.” Tyler wrapped his suit jacket around me, afterwards he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the gazebo that was behind the funeral home

“Why do you care about me so much anyways?” I asked aggregated sitting on the wooden porch swing.

“Why do always ask questions like that? You’re apart of my family. And besides Craig told me if anything ever happened to him that I need to take care of you.” Tyler spoke leaning against the gazebo railing. 

“He said that?” I asked in sudden realization. Even after death he cared and so did Tyler. 

“Yes, that’s why I want you to come live with me in Indiana. California doesn’t really have anything to offer you. And I bet you would love my dog Chief.” I got up and hugged Tyler tightly.

“I would love that.”

 The move was sorta hard for me. Packing away all this stuff that reminded me so much of Craig. But Tyler was there with me the entire time. And every time I found something that reminded me of him I would tell Tyler and we would cry together and smile at the fond memories. I started packing as soon as I got home the night of the funeral. Tyler took me out to dinner and Scotty and Marcel joined us before we went home. It was nice even under the circumstances. It was rare to actually be with my friends in real life. It meant a lot to me that all of them came out for the funeral, even though they weren’t planning on one.  

                I was excited to be moving in with Tyler, cause we were close and I really didn’t want to stay in that apartment any longer. It felt different. I didn’t like it. I was also moving closer to home which was also nice but then again I moved for a reason.

       We left three days after the funeral after finally figuring out arrangements. The rest of the crew said their goodbyes the day before and headed for home. The plane ride wasn’t long, it was only four hours but I squeezed a decent nap in. Tyler’s dad came and picked us up from the airport.

      “Hi, you must be Viper. I’m Rich.” He greeted me with a hug and sweet smile just like Tyler’s.

“Nice to meet you.” I smiled back, glancing at Tyler. He smiled too while grabbing our bags and tossing them to the back of the truck.

“After you my lady.” Tyler opened the door to the old truck and I slid into the middle seat. We drove out of the city and into the vast country. It was like Ohio, big fields of green and open pastures where cows grazed. My mind wandered to old memories of my grandparents farm when I was growing up. I missed it, but I don’t think I could ever go back there. Finally we pulled into a large driveway which led to a huge farm house and a big red barn beside it.

     “This is your house?” I whispered in astonishment to Tyler, he chuckled. “Nope, it’s my parents.”

“It’s so pretty!” I complimented.

“Why thank you, I built it myself.” Rich laughed to himself. We came to a stop and got out. Tyler transferred our bags to his truck while I looked around.

“That girl of yours acts like she’s never seen a farm before.” I heard Rich call over to Tyler.

“She has, she’s from Ohio. But it’s probably been a long time.”

“Y’all must be starving. Come on inside the missus is probably cooking up something real nice.” Rich lead us into the house and to the kitchen. It smelt amazing. A shorter woman was standing over the stove, cooking.

“I hope you’re hungry dear. Cause I made plenty.” She was maybe in her late 40’s to early 50’s.

“Yes, of course. Do you need any help?” The woman smiled wide and looked to Tyler.

“She’s kind and pretty.” She slapped his chest playfully while winking at him. “And no I don’t. You both just lost someone very important to you so you two go off and do something, I’ll call you when it’s done.”

“Come on.” Tyler called, walking out of the kitchen.

“Nice meeting you-”

“You can call me mom, you’re family now.” I nodded and followed after the 6 foot giant. He led me up a set of stairs, to a bedroom. Sport posters and jerseys were hung on the walls, a twin sized bed was in the middle of the room. Of course an old computer set up was in the corner as well.

“So this where all the magic happens?” I joked, Tyler chuckled sitting down on his old bed.

“Yeah, or it was at least. Welcome to my oasis. Would you like to join me on the mountain of fluff?” Tyler piped in a cute voice.

“Of course.” I giggled, jumping onto his bed beside him. We layed next to each other, in silence for awhile. It was nice to be able to lay in silence with someone. I felt Tyler’s hand move closer to mine until the door suddenly opened. He quickly pulled it away and sat up. Rich stuck his head into the room.

“Dinner’s ready, kids.”

The food was great but the dinner held many awkward conversations. Subjects that I would have like to avoided had popped up along with the topic of me and Tyler. Obviously Tyler’s parents didn’t understand our relationship. After we finished dinner I helped Tyler’s mom clean up in the kitchen.

   “You know he’s head over heels for you, right?” She spoke handing me a pot to dry. I looked at her, confusion written on my face.

“Excuse me?” I asked pausing a moment to recollect what she had said.

“Tyler, he’s in love with you.” She had also stopped what she was doing to look at me.

“No, he’s not. We’re not together.”

“He talks about you all the time, and the way he looks at you. You may not see it now but you will.” She wiped her hands on a dish towel and leaned against the sink.

“I just lost my Fiance in a horrible accident. Tyler is just concerned about me.” I reasoned.

“He’s been talking about you longer than that.” She walked out of the kitchen leaving me a little confused.

After a few hours of staying with his parents we finally packed up and headed to his house. It was a two story house with a big yard that was a couple of miles away from his folks. Not as pretty as their house but it was nice.

         As soon as I stepped into the house, it felt like home. The air smelled like Tyler and dog. I was greeted by the one and only Chief who gave me plenty of kisses. Tyler showed me to my room and helped me unpack. We made jokes about how much fun we were going to have. And then it hit me. The grief. I burst into tears because I remembered why I was here in the first place.

 “Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay Viper. I’m here. I’m here.” Tyler had pulled me into his chest.

“I’m sorry, Tyler. I just, I just miss him so much you know?” I sobbed.

“I know, I know. It’s going to be ok.”

The first night was the hardest. I woke up screaming and crying. Tyler was shaking me trying to get me back to reality. I couldn’t breathe. I was having an anxiety attack. Tyler was so scared, but all he could do was hold me. We stayed like that all night, in each other’s arms.

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Love?: Daryl Dixon

Note: If you seen this on quotev, it’s my account but I’ve decided to switch over to Tumblr and focus on it more.

Love; 1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. 2. a feeling of  warm  personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, friend, or lover. 3. a sexual or passionate desire. 4. a person for whom  love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.

My eyes read over the paragraph several more times trying to understand. I had many books laid out in front of me on the floor of the tent. Most of them were phycology books, but the one in my hand was a dictionary. My head ached and my eyes watered. I was so tired, it was after midnight and I was the only one up. Except the person who was on watch duty, of course. I've been up all night trying to figure out what this feeling was. 

  Oh my god, the feeling is so confusing. It's this warm tingling feeling every time I look at him. Or even think about him. It's driving me insane.  When I look at him my heart speeds up like I'm having an anxiety attack, but I'm not scared you know? I feel safe actually. I feel invincible with him. At first I thought the feeling was my depression or maybe a feeling of being unsatisfied. I read through all my psychology books and somehow ended up reading the same fucking paragraph twenty times already. I closed the dictionary and laid back on my sleeping bag.

       The sound of the crickets chirping and the wind blowing could be heard outside. I could see a white cloud in front of my face every time I breathed out. It was getting closer to winter as every day slipped by. I crawled into my sleeping bag and turned the small lantern off. The bright moon illuminated the dark green tent. Shadows of trees danced on the walls of the tent. I was all alone with my thoughts.

 Was this really love? Was I in love? No, not me. I don't feel anything half the time. But God, when he looks at me with those beautiful blue eyes it makes my knees weak. I want him to hold me and tell me he loves me. No, stop dammit. He doesn't love you and you don't love him. Did you see those muscles? And the way his voice sounds like an angel? Jesus fucking Christ! You don't have a chance, stop! And his perso- WILL YOU SHUT UP PLEASE. THAT MAN WILL NEVER LOVE YOU!

               I rolled over covering my ears as the voices in my head fought each other. My headache then turned into a migraine. I couldn't take it anymore! The pain and tiredness was too much, I got up and unzipped my tent. My tent was the closest to the RV so it was convenient. I opened the door quietly and creped in. Dale was in the back sleeping which made me wonder who was on watch. I walked to the bathroom and shut the door. I found the medicine and I used the restroom while I was there. I also stole one of Dale's Stephen King books. Of course I would return it after I read it a few hundred times. I looked at the book cover, Cell by Stephen King was typed in bold letters and a picture of a bloody cell phone. I walked out of the RV, until his gruff voice startled me.

"What yer' doin up Tommy?" His voice sounded tired and a bit harsh. "I couldn't sleep." I turned around and looked up at him on top of the RV. I immediately regretted my decision. My heart sped up as his blue eyes met mine. "Come on up then." He commanded. I walked over to the latter and carefully climbed with the book still in hand. I huffed as I got to the top. There he was. Sitting on Dale's folding chair wrapped in the Indian style blanket I had gave him a few weeks ago. He look more handsome than ever with the moon illuminating his face and making his eyes sparkle a bit. His trusty crossbow laid next to him on the roof. He patted the seat next to him, inviting me over. "You look cozy." I smirked as I sat down. He chuckled. "Just a bit." I smiled. A breeze swept past and I shivered. "You cold?" He grunted. "No, I'm fine." I lied. He seemed to believe me. There was a silence for a while. Not an awkward one, but a comfortable one you have with close friends sometimes. Daryl was a mysterious guy, he kept to himself most of the time. He seemed to enjoy my company the most though. Of course another breeze came by and I shivered again. "That's it, come 'ere." He opened his blanket up and patted his leg. "Are you serious?" I asked with skeptical doubt. He surprisingly nodded. I stood up unsure and sat on his lap. He closed the large blanket over both of us while wrapping arms around my stomach. There was that feeling again. "What's that?" He asked quietly. His hand grabbed the book from mine and opened the blanket to look at it. He grunted amused reading the back. "Can you read it to me, please?" I could see the small smile that had formed on lips. Maybe a smile of hope or excitement? "I could, but it'll cost ya." I smirked. "Ya, and what's the payment darlin?" He whispered in my ear, his hot breath lapping at my skin. "How 'bout we start with cuddles and work our way up?" He chuckled in my ear. "I can work with that." He whispered again, this time he kissed my neck. "Hey Daryl your shi-" Shane paused surprised to see me in the position I was in. He coughed."Ya, your shifts over." He managed to get out. Daryl and I stood up and walked passed Shane. "Ya'll have a nice night yer' hear." Shane called after us. I blushed climbing down the ladder with the book in hand. "You too Shane." I smiled at him. I waited for Daryl at the bottom of the ladder. He wrapped part of the blanket around me and we walked through the field to his tent. "So how come you couldn't sleep Darlin?" I blushed again at the nickname, and shrugged. "Just thinking, I guess." I whispered. His hand was around my shoulder under the blanket and he was rubbing tiny circles in my arm. "Bout what?" He grunted. "Love." I blushed again as he look at me with those eyes. "Really? You in love with somebody I don't know about?" His eyes looked intense for a second. "Maybe." He all the sudden stopped, grabbed me,and kissed me. It was soft, passionate, and desiring. I felt loved. He pulled away still holding me tightly. His dark blue eyes searched mine. "Well, they can't have ya, because I already love you. Ever since you stepped up to help find my brother. Yer strong, yer smart, and yer' beautiful. And yer the only one who wants to be around me! This fucking feeling it's so confusing! I just. I need you Tommy and I love you." His arms dropped down to his sides and he turned and pulled away from the blanket. I ran to catch up to his long strides, the blanket still around my shoulders. I grabbed him spun him around and kissed him, telling him that I loved him. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I pulled away from him breathless.

"Don't tell me you love and then walk away from me Dixion. Cause dammit you're the reason why I can't sleep at night. I'm in love with you and you're the only thing I can think about have the time!" He stared at me with disbelief, so I kissed him again and he picked me up bridal style. I squealed. "Now yer gonna read that book to me and we're gonna cuddle dammit." He chuckled walking towards the tent.

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Preferences: The Banana Bus Squad pt. 1

How they would flirt with you.

Note: You met all the guys through mutual gaming friends.

P.S:And I have complete respect for all of them and their girlfriends so please don’t share this with them unless they ask for it.

Vanoss: “Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. You’re making the other girls self conscious.”

Wildcat: “Damn girl, are you a jungle? Cause you make my heart run wild.”

Delirious: “I think I might be a pirate cause I’m really digging that booty you got going on.”

Nogla: *Just stares and drools* “God, you’re a beauty.”

Scotty: “Hey girl, will you be the Kim to my Kayne?”

Basically: “Are you a 45 degree angle? Because you’re acute-y!”

Jiggly: “I thought these fries looked tasty but you look more delicious!”

Cartoonz: *You walk in* “Jesus, it just got 20 degrees hotter in here.”

Moo: *Stutters and blushes throughout pick up line* “You m-make it h-hard f-ffor me-e to s-speak.”

Terroriser: “You’re more addicting than Irish Whisky.”

Mini Ladd: My name may be Mini but don’t let it deceive you.*Winks*

Lui: “I might be great at playing videogames but I promise I won’t play with your heart.”

Ohm: “I’m not just a bunny, I’m a cuddle bunny. So be warn, I might pounce at any second.”

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It's late, I know. But I want to stop and recognize the fact that even tho the month is almost over it does not mean the love and the support for the lbtq+ community has to come to an end. I'm glad to be in this community (more of a family) as a pansexual. And if any of you are struggling and need to talk, I'm always here.

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"Chaos killed the dinosaurs, darling."

Jason Dean

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Heartbreaking Photos Of Pollution That Will Inspire You To Recycle

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The heroes of today..

Two disabled friends build a forest around their village

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Art.

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Some of my Photography, my cousins love me taking pictures of them!

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Very True

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You know what’s sad?

The fact that nobody cares when someone’s depressed. They brush it off as the person is just moping around for attention. They don’t care, but when they’re showing up for their friends funeral, then they care.