#I’m not dead though so 🤷‍♀️

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

Almost died a few years ago and I came back worse

[kolwyntjie]

<3

HEART ANON 😭

Hello!! I am not dead, though at this point I might as well be (not like, mentally, I am just a ghost on here)

How are you? Good, I hope!

[lostintheuniverseslies]

I've been reading a lot of whump!Buck fics and it's been raining here so this came to mind. Hope you enjoy!

Buck is lying on the ground in the rain, staring up at a sky that’s somehow too bright for such a gloomy day. His mind scrambles to catch up. Why is he on the ground? Why does his body feel like it doesn’t belong to him? His breath rattles in his chest, uneven and wet, and though he knows something bad happened, he can’t quite piece it together. 

Then, pain crashes into him like fire. It floods every inch of his body, crushing, suffocating. His chest screams with every shallow breath, his ribs aching as if they’re caving in. 

Somewhere close, someone is talking—frantic, desperate—but not to him. No, they’re talking to someone else. A dispatcher, probably. 9-1-1. 

He’s been here before. Close to death too many times to count. But this time? This time feels different. Final. 

He’s accomplished almost everything he wanted to in life. His sister is happy, married to an amazing man, and building the family she always dreamed of. And Buck? He found the love of his life. He just wishes he could have spent forever with them. 

But that’s life, he supposes. 

He has no regrets.

That thought should scare him. It doesn’t. 

A strange, eerie peace settles over him, maybe because the pain is fading. Or maybe because everything—the rain, the voices, the world—feels like it’s happening miles away.

His breaths come slower, weaker. Keeping his eyes open is a battle he’s losing. And deep down, he knows. This is it. He’s lived a good life. He can let go, knowing the people he loves will be okay. They’ll grieve, they’ll hurt, but they’ll get through it. 

All except maybe one.

Even though they broke up, Buck knows the news of his death will tear Tommy apart. And the thought of him grieving alone is the one thing that makes this unbearable. 

With the last dredges of his strength, he fumbles for his phone. His fingers feel sluggish, barely responsive, but muscle memory guides him. 

One number. 

The one he’s resisted calling, the one he swore he’d never dial again. 

It rings.

And rings.

And rings—until the voicemail picks up. 

“Tommy,” Buck rasps.

His voice is hoarse, strained, barely more than a whisper. The wheeze in his breath is unmistakable. Tommy will hear it. He’ll know. 

“Don’t shut them out again, okay?”

Buck swallows against the burn in his throat. His chest is so tight. He blinks, and suddenly there are tears in his eyes. Not for himself. For Tommy. For the image of him pushing everyone away, hurting alone. 

“You’re allowed to let them be there for you. Please–Please let them be there for you.” 

The wheezing worsens. Buck isn’t sure how much longer he has. He forces out the words that matter most. 

“I love you.” A shaky breath. “I hope you know that. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

His lips twitch, not quite a smile, as his mind supplies an image of Tommy: kind, gentle, sharp-tongued, funny, sassy. So damn easy to love. 

“You deserve to be loved.” His voice cracks. “I really hope you find the person you’re meant to spend your life with. No matter what you think, I’m grateful. So grateful. That you were my first, and my last.”

He wants to say more. One more ‘I love you.’ One more goodbye. 

But his fingers are numb. His grip slackens. He’s pretty sure the phone slips from his hand, but he doesn’t hear it hit the ground.

He doesn’t fight it anymore.

He said everything he needed to say.

So Buck, feeling the most peace he’s ever known, closes his eyes—hoping Tommy and his family will be okay. 

he's not dead I PROMISE. I'm considering writing a Tommy POV of when he checks his voicemail 🤷‍♀️

Part 2 is here!

[ughdontbeboring]

pull up

Harry da Souza x woc Reader

(can be enjoyed by anyone)

You pull up and that shouldn’t be a surprising how that affects Harry.

tags/warnings: smut, a bit of a daddy kink I mean come on look at him, reader is late 20s/early 30s and Harry is however old he’s supposed to be 🤷‍♀️

sidenote: as a WoC reader is always written with that in mind. Though no description or complexion in this fic just a relation to another character.

this isn’t the original fic I had planned but a little idea I wanted to test the waters with Harry as I’m still working on the other I already mentioned.

No description of ethnicity but reader when I write is always written with myself in mind. It’s soooo self indulgent.

if you like it, love it, fuck with it leave some love. I DO NOT give permission for my shit to be used anywhere by anyone.

Minors DNI

You continue your stealth mission of making a quick pasta alla vodka as your post sex meal while you waited for the inevitable knock at the door of the two story penthouse. You had received the call only moments ago about her unexpected -though you should have expected it- arrival and request to come up from the doorman. 

A soft replied “of course” and you knew she’d be making her way up determinedly. Her steps quick and sure of herself not too different from your own. You couldn’t help but smirk to yourself about his taste in women even if it wasn’t the same.

You move the pot to another burner to let the sauced noodles cool a bit. As heavenly as it smelled you didn’t want to risk burning your mouth and being out of commission. You move to grab your favorite plate as the knock at the front door finally sounds through the first level of the living space.

Setting the plate down you head to the door a little hastily hoping it wasn’t heard through out the penthouse. Your bare manicured feet come to a stop as you open the door slowly and pose a bit. The dramatics absolutely necessary in this moment. 

You watch her eyes travel up your body and then widened in surprise as she finally takes your face in. 

“When the fuck did you get here?” She asks in complete shock but relief. 

“Last night technically this morning” you smile cheekily at her as you move aside allowing her in as she moves forward. You can see her brain working trying to figure out how she missed this.

“But-“

“I know” you say locking the door and following her into the kitchen.

“I should have fucking known” Zosia scoffs to herself. 

“What does that mean exactly?” You ask laughing a little as you grab two take away containers. 

“He would never turn his phone off and now it makes sense why it’s off and he’s not somewhere dead” she sighs almost annoyed but relieved. (Zosia and anyone who knew anything about you being with Harry knew when Harry starts being late it was because you were in town. Never MIA though this was new and Zosia was curious how the gangster would handle going missing involuntarily with news Tommy is missing)

“Zo!” You scold her. That was something you never wanted to think about. 

“Sorry but you know the Harrigan’s think he got nicked or worse. He’s never not available when they call….and only slightly busy when your..here but never just not available” her statement as reminder of the unbearable burden and dangers his job carries. 

You roll your eyes and flick your new nails dismissively in the air but Zo doesn’t take it personally she knows it’s not towards her. 

“God forbid he’s not ready to jump when they demand” you mumble as you fill the two small containers with food and pop the forks on top. 

“It seems too quiet, is he even here?” She asked ignoring your comment about their employers while looking towards the stairway. 

“Yes and he’s sleep so they’ll have to wai-“

“Gotta wake em’” she cuts you off gently but swiftly. 

“He’s sleep Zo, poor thing needs his sleep after what I put on him-“

“Ugh gosh can you not? He’s my fucking boss” she says eyeing you with her face turned up Ike she just tasted something sour. You just shrug as you lean against the counter facing her and the front entry way, your back to the staircase. 

“And if I refuse?” You question. She just stared at you like you both know that’s not an option not now and not with his line of work.

“You gotta wake em” she repeats. “He’s already going to be pissed you turned his phone off. You wanna make it worse?” 

“Oh I can handle him” you smirk at her watching her roll her eyes. 

“So-“

“Is that right love?” You hear mumbled softly beside you as you feel the brush of his nose, plush lips along your neck and his solid body press into your backside. From the smell and feel of him you could already tell he was freshly showered and dressed. How you missed him doing all that you have no clue. Maybe you were too freshly fucked senseless to notice while you thought you were cooking quietly. 

You gasp more from the feel of him than being scared as you shoot Zo a glare for apparently not warning you of the bear lurking up behind you. 

“Ok yea I’ll wait outside the door” she huffs as she turns toward the main entryway with her food. Harry moves in front of you, the mountain of a man blocking your view of almost anything else as he eyes you knowingly. You’ve been caught. You wouldn’t be able to plead your case that his phone simply died. 

“Oh! Brunch tomorrow and it’s on your tab for not telling your sister you are in town!” She yells as she descends down the entryway. You intentionally didn’t tell her your beautiful sister how had a different mother- hence you being American and her being British by nationality- because you wanted to surprise her but you did want just a day or two to have to yourself with Harry. He was a hard man to keep pinned down for longer than a moment. 

You roll your eyes as your hands find themselves laid on Harry’s board chest. 

“Yea ok. The usual spot!” You yell back as your eyes don’t leave his. 

He’s eyeing you with amusement and a hint of anger. You know he is pissed about you turning his phone off last night well basically early this morning but how else were you supposed to ganrentee yourself a grade a fucking session if you knew without a doubt his phone would ring he would have to run off? Not tonight baby you thought smugly to yourself while shutting it off. 

You landed around 2:30am and found yourself in Harry’s bed by 4am after he scolded you for not calling him to pick you up and how it was too dangerous to be riding around London so early and alone. Though you both knew you could handle yourself. The scolding didn’t last long before you were bent over the counter, cute panties and comfy lounge pants for traveling around your ankles, his face buried in your cunt. 

And just the same like the scolding you knew would come from turning his phone off wouldn’t last either. Harry was never really able to get mad at you. Frustrated yes annoyed even yes but mad never. That put you in a very rare group of people. 

Sometimes people who knew tried to use that to their advantage too. 

“You’ve been naughty since your pretty ass landed love, yea” he tisk above you. His serious blue eyes pinning you to your spot in front of the counter. You feel the beginning of butterflies in your stomach. 

“I-“ 

“Nah don’t and to ear’ it babe” he cuts you off. His voice is stern but there’s no real anger. He’s enjoying this just as much as you are. 

You pout as you look up at him. Then your hand is rubbing at him, feeling the thickness and length of him even while he’s soft before he can catch on. You feel his whole body stiffen at your unexpected touch. 

“Just wanted some time with you daddy” you mumble as you lean toward your soft lips kissing and nipping at his neck and up his chin.

He groans from deep in his chest as his buff solid body suddenly pushes you into the counter. The force causes the wind to knock from your lungs a bit. 

“Fucking hell” he grits as your pelvis ruts into him. You grip the counter while pushing on your tippy toes to try to get the friction lower and where you need it most as you feel your thighs start to slick. 

His large hand suddenly gripping your face, lips puckering slightly causes your rutting to falter as your eyes shoot open and land on his. 

“So you spoiled think you can just do what you want?” He questions as his hand grips you a bit tighter. 

“I-“ your words get caught in your throat when you feel his thick fingers brush over your lips and  you get lost in the feeling of the thick calloused

digits parting them to circle around your clit. 

“No panties love? Just walking around in my silk pj shirt with this tight little pussy out? What if it wasn’t Zo who came by? Hm? You’d like those men see what’s mine? See this wet pussy that belongs to me?” He asks the demand in his voice clear as he somehow expects an answer from you as he’s fingers work you good and fast. His voice getting huskier by the moment has he enjoys the feel of your wet pussy dripping down his hand so quickly. 

“Fuck” you manage to moan out weakly as you try to shake your head no, not really even sure what men he’s talking about because your brain isn’t functioning enough, just enough to answer him. 

You feel your body jerk as your orgasm builds quickly. You’re lost count since you arrived but this one feels different. Maybe because it’s rushed, maybe because you know he’s annoyed with you but also amused a bit at your bratty attempt to keep him to yourself or maybe it’s because you know someones waiting for him. Not just your sister outside his door but the oh so important Harrigan’s waiting for him to come save them, fix whatever problem they seem to find themselves in.

But he’s here making them wait a bit longer while he’s wrecking your cunt with his long thick fingers. 

The thought of it all is too much. The feel of him too much as you push your face slightly to the side so he can suck on your neck. 

You feel it closing in on you and you body starts to lock. His hand gripping your face tightly. His soft full lips sucking your neck. His fingers working you over fast and hard. He has no care to take this slow or let you savior it. Harry just wants you to cum before he leaves for God knows how long and you need to be quick about it. 

“You better fucking cum like a good fucking girl right now or I’ll walk out and leave you here crying on the floor waiting til I get back” he threatens in your ear before nipping it and pulling back to watch you. 

You loose it. Crying out you let the sensation wash over you as you twitch and your hips buck on his hand. The familiar feeling of your orgasm washing over you as the tears sip for your eyes at the overwhelming climax in the middle of his kitchen.

He watches you with a look you can’t quite describe or maybe you’re not ready too as you shake with the after shocks between his strong body and the counter while your slick drips down your thigh and his hand. 

He doesn’t pull away fully yet as you watch him bring his hand to his mouth. You hear the wet pop as he pulls his two fingers from his mouth. Wet but clean of your essence.

His mouth is on your without missing a beat and he kisses you passionately and it’s so sloppy as he licks onto your mouth letting you taste yourself and his minty mouth wash. 

You moan as he grinds into you, the familiar feeling of his hard cock sends your mind spinning. Your hand reach for his belt while you stand there dazed but his free hand stops you and you grown in protest.

“No. I gotta go babe” he says before pecking your lips that are still slightly puckered from his hold. 

You stomp your foot childishly.

“No. No” Harry says firmly. “I’ve had enough of that for the day love. Thought you were a good girl fo’ me?”

You want to be but it’s just not fair how little time you get with him.

“Fine. When will you be back?” you ask as you run your finger tips over this salt and pepper stubble, one hand slipping down his neck to play with the gold chain around his neck. You feel his body shutter under your gent touch. 

“Not certain but I’ll call ya yea?” He responds pecking your lips again and watching you nod before slowly back up and grabbing his food before he disappears down the main entryway behind Zo. 

You sigh as you send your sister a text. 

You: Make sure he eats

she responds moments later as you ascend the staircase with your favorite plate full of pasta deciding to unpack while you eat. 

Zo: I thought thats what you were for? 

You: 🙄

You: shut up, don’t make me come down and tag along as his to go meal when he gets hungry 

Zo:…

Zo: pasta it is sis 

You chuckle as you make it to the master bedroom. Maybe after you unpack you’ll finally get some sleep, quick nap since is was only 3:45pm and then meet some of your London friends for dinner later since you weren’t sure how long you man or you sis would be. You had to make your week worth it before reluctantly flying back home to the states. 

[konoharfts]

“…When I’m with you the world makes sense, but when we are apart I see clearly that your world is not one from which one can escape..”

Heard the “Dear Arthur” Red Dead clip and thought of my rancher Gai and outlaw Kakashi from the Cowboy AU so uhhhhh now y’all have this 🤷‍♀️

Anyways, enjoy the sad gay cowboys, they took years off my life 🙃

^^ full comic

Yeah so basically my concept was that Kakashi and Gai met each-other at a bar, got into some shenanigans (lots of stupid challenges and flirting ), and yadda yadda thy start seeing eachother on the down-low.

At first the whole Kakashi being an outlaw thing doesn’t really matter to Gai. The tales of his dangerous and illegal adventures are exciting and it’s definitely not horrifying when he comes to the Maito ranch with blood oozing out of a barely patched wound. It’s endearing that he trusts Gai enough to help stitch him up on the kitchen table.

And it’s not like Kakashi likes doing illegal activities… he just has people he needs to protect, people who he’s completely loyal to, and sometimes those people need him to back them up while they do illegal activities. 🤷‍♀️

But, you know how it goes, suddenly it starts to catch up. Suddenly the grey gets murky and someone takes it a step too far and now your boyfriend is being actively hunted by law enforcement 🤷‍♀️ Suddenly those stories become concerning, and you wonder if the next time he stumbles through your door with an injury he got god knows where will be that final nail. Suddenly you don’t want to ask how he got it.

(^^ by you I mean Gai, buuut you get the idea)

So yeah.. Gai knows full well well that Kakashi’s loyal to his crew to a fault. He knows that no matter how good life is when Kakashi’s around - how good KAKASHI’S life is when they’re together - Kakashi will never abandon his comrades…. And Gai’s whole life is on that ranch…

So now the only time Gai sees Kakashi is on the various wanted posters that circulate (though they could never quite get his eyes just right) and the only time Kakahshi sees Gai is the few times he has a nice dream (instead of a nightmare)

Yeah anyways you guys see the vision right? I don’t even have that strong of a plot idea I just get my heart ripped out every time I hear that RDR2 scene and I figured Cowboy AU KakaGai kinda fits so 🤷‍♀️

If anyone read that I will serenade you sofly 🫶🎶🎷🐛

[onetoomanyfandomfixations]

Hazbin Hotel Characters React to You Asking for a Hug (PART 1)

Y’all already KNEW this was coming

Charlie

“Oh my goodness, of course you can have a hug!!!”

So excited omg

Her love language is physical touch, she told me herself

Her hugs are Aggressive

Like, the whole tackles you the ground if you’re not careful

Bone crushing hugs

Hugging Charlie is cheaper than chiro, and works just as well 🤷‍♀️

She is So Here for asking for what you need though

So proud of you, even if this is completely normal for you

Vaggie

“I mean, fine, but does it have to be me?”

Will begrudgingly hug you

Tries her hardest to hand you off to her gf

Proud Chaggie enthusiast here

Gives a Solid hug

Firm and safe vibes

Lowkey happy to came to her though

Won’t hug you for a long period of time

BUT

Will happily let you trail after her for the rest of the day

Angel Dust

MY BELOVED

“Ya sure ya don’t need nothin’ else babes?”

Honest to god shocked when you genuinely just want a hug

“Ah, shit. Um. Okay toots.”

Starts off as the awkwardest hugger omfg

Doesn’t rlly know what to do

Realises that he kinda needs this too after the first few seconds.

One set of arms hold you, while the other plays with your hair

“Yo, do ya just wanna cuddle or somethin’?”

Y’all become eachother’s designated comfort person after that

you’re one of the only people who’s touch makes angel feel safe and cared for

Husk

“Shit, really? Ugh, c’m’ere.”

Pretends to hate it

Probs the only person to instantly pick up on whatever reason you need a hug

“You need to talk ‘bout it?”

Canonically good listener

Won’t offer solutions unless you ask for them

wing hugs, wing hugs, wing hugs, wing hugs

Like Vaggie, won’t Actively hold you for long

But will let you cling onto him for however long you need

Tries to stop you from hugging anyone he deems “too fucked up”

it’s literally just alastor ffs

Nifty

“OhohohhoHOHOHHO of course!!”

Literally scales up your body like the little gremlin she is

Basically just rides on your shoulders

Probs tries to steal something from you (hair, etc) for her “friends shrine”

It’s a lil creepy, but well intentioned

If you’re (un)lucky she’ll make you a crown of dead bugs

Sir Pentious

“From me?”

Babes is so confused

But not unwilling

“Of courssse my dear friend!”

Tbh really touched that you trust him that much

Gets the egg boiz in on it

Probs starts rambling to you about his newest inventions

Is the type to forget he’s hugging you, and just continue on as usual and get confused when his hands are full

Beloved dumb bitch

Alastor

“No :)”

I’m sorry y’all but he just Won’t

[sup38008]

Ok guys, I have this midam fic idea. Kinda stupid, but 🤷‍♀️.

It’s kinda a crossover with the show House and maybe criminal minds, if you want.

So, this is post-canon. After Chuck killed Michael, and everyone else one earth came back when Jack kills Chuck. So obviously Adam’s alone now. Shit is very bad for him, he’s supposed to be technically dead/missing for 10 years. And he just magically shows up one day in society, also without his buffer— Michael.

He… you know, is rightfully miserable considering he’s grieving Michael and has to figure out how to live without him. How to do everything over again, pay bills, tell the police he’s alive and not dead. Get his identity back n shit. Make up a story on why he was missing for 10 years and make it believable. Also convince the police that he didn’t murder his mother and just run away. You know, regular stuff. (You could give him an uncle that works in the FBI, from his moms side, that helped him out a bit with this process. This is where you would plug in the criminal mind’s crossover, but yk, it’s kinda minimal. I personally wanna choose Hotch, cuz why not?).

Anyways, and then he meets House during a mandatory hospital visit or smth. We can work out the details later guys!

House would be the kind of guy to see Adam— a traumatized young lookin guy, who went missing after his mom was found murdered (seriously, the insinuation of THAT is wild), who also wants to be a doctor one day—And think he’s interesting enough. Actually, so interesting, that he hires him as an assistant or something on the spot. And since Adam is broke cuz he’s been missing for years, he takes this offer on the spot as well. Doesn’t matter if House is an ass, he dealt with Michael and Lucifer in the cage bickering and using him as a verbal punching bag for 1000 years (only at first for Michael, they make up later on), House is like a breath of fresh air to him actually. He’s very amused at his attempts of trying to get info from him.

Then House maybe trains him to be his protégée, later. During all of this though, House continuously bugs the hell out of Adam about the story behind him missing for 10 years, and what ACTUALLY happened that’s not in the police report.

Admit it guys, this is the kind of puzzle/drama House would be salivating over. He’s totally jump on it and never let go!

Also, midam can be used in this fic. Platonicly or romantically. I’d go with romantically, it makes Adam more miserable and interesting for House. (Whenever Adam talks about him, bro would totally roll his eyes and say stockholm syndrome or something).

Any House, Criminal Minds, Adam Milligan, or Supernatural fans, pls let me know if someone wants to write this!!!! Plssss! It’ll be so fun, trust! I’ll be your beta reader too! I volunteer for that position! I’d write the actual fic, but I’m to bad of a writer and will not be able to commit. Pls!

[lemotmo]

To be honest, I think Bobby will return in episode 8.18, or they’ll give a hint that he’s alive—maybe being held captive—and the season will end there. That would leave us anxious during the hiatus. Season 9 could start with Bobby being rescued from captivity, making his rescue the big emergency at the beginning of the season.

If Bobby is dead, I’m almost certain they’ll bring in a big-name actor to attract attention from the general audience and the fandom. Not to replace Bobby or to be a love interest for Athena, but just to add to the cast—maybe an old friend of Athena’s and Hen’s.

The fandom is angry and wants the show canceled. Still, I think even if Bobby is dead, we’ll have at least three more seasons without issue. Many general audience viewers will continue watching because of Athena’s and Jennifer’s storylines. Just look at Grey’s Anatomy and other ABC shows—sometimes the live ratings aren’t great, but they perform well on streaming.

I doubt Angela would want to leave, especially since she and her husband are executive producers of 9-1-1 Nashville. His production company is credited alongside Ryan Murphy Productions.

I'm combining both of your posts Nonnies, because they elevate each other.

I've also thought about it being revealed that Bobby is alive at the end of 8, just to keep people talking during hiatus and eager to watch season 9 again. It is definitely a possibility and I could see it happening.

But part of me still thinks they will want to end this season on a happy note, so that's why I'm leaning into the direction of Bobby being revealed alive in 8x17 and coming back in 8x18.

Let's just hope that it's either of the above, because otherwise it means Bobby is really dead and I'll have to deal with that during hiatus. 😭

I don't follow you with the whole 'bringing in a big name actor' if Bobby is really dead. I think by now the show is well-established and the actors are all very popular. They still have enough star power to keep going without Peter/Bobby. They might promote Ravi to a main character though. We have seen a lot of him lately.

Yeah, I'll be honest with you. I don't get the fans that actually want the show to be cancelled or that are talking about how 'deserving' it will be for Tim when the show gets cancelled.

Personally, I didn't care for 8x14, hated 8x15 and felt 'meh' about 8x16, but that doesn't mean that I would want the show to get cancelled because of three bad episodes. Quite the contrary. I want the show to pull itself together and keep going strong for a few more seasons. I love it too much to see it get cancelled so soon.

(Now, I do think that ABC needs to sit Tim Minear down and have a looong chat with him about his vision for season 9. They also need to make sure that he stays focused and doesn't deviate too much from the path he set out in the beginning of the season. That man needs to realise that structure is important when you make a TV-show.)

Also, 911 is a big TV show that employs a lot of people. Anyone wishing for it to get cancelled is basically saying that they would be okay with so many people losing their job. And over what? The death of a fictional character? I'm sorry, but that is an insanely selfish thing to wish for. 🤷‍♀️

I'm a big fan of people having their own opinions and talking about these opinions. It's okay to love, like, dislike or even hate an episode or a TV-show. Talk about it, share your opinions and look for others who think the same or who think the opposite. That's all great. But stay respectful when it comes to the people whose jobs would be on the line if the show would come to an end.

Now, looking at the numbers the second Nonny provided and the ratings of the latest episode, it is crystal clear that things like IMDB ratings or even a few less views won't affect this show in any major way. So I agree that 911 is not going anywhere anytime soon. I'm also thinking about 2 or 3 more seasons at this point. Who knows? Maybe even more. 🤷‍♀️

I had no idea that Angela is producing 911 Nashville. Thanks for the info Nonny. I can see how that would definitely keep her in the 911 universe. Interesting.

[soaps-mohawk]

Rory. I just wanted to mwah! I really love me some angst. Really do but that chapter almost broke me. I really thought Simon was going to be the one tearing down shadow company just to get to mega. The scene with mega distressing and being consumed by it. Holy crapola. I just want you to know that you write so well and once I found this fic. I was hooked. I don’t normally get hooked so quickly on fics but dang!

I was wondering if after this fic (I know it’s not going to end soon, right?) do you plan on writing other cod fics? You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to. 

Also price choosing Shepard over reader. That was heart wrenching. Like no price please rescue mega. She’s getting tortured 😭

Also I’m one of those rare Phillip graves fans (I know stupid of me right?). I get what you’re saying when he had those vibes to him to begin with. I cannot get over how creepy he is in the fic. Like he’s a very gross man. I would personally like to chop his head off and throw it into the ocean.

Also side note: I think it’s hilarious how könig is canonically dead in the fic. I know that was a few chapters back but that shit makes me giggle. Like yeah having Simon just casually talk about how he killed an Austrian man. Nothing to worry about there. Just Simon spewing old war stories.

Awww thank you!!!!

I do have other COD fics to write, but depending on how long it takes me to finish this fic (pending a potential few weeks break around the holidays) I might take a little break just to avoid burnout with COD. I definitely won't be leaving and never writing for it again. Just might need a little brain break since this fic was supposed to be finished in June so....yeah. I'll keep everyone updated as that unfolds.

Graves just gives me major creep vibes. Like major creep. I just don't like him so it's easy to make him gross. 🤷‍♀️ poor baby 'mega though she's very lucky the CIA said "mmm I want this one"

I also don't like Konig so that was an easy decision to make to add that joke in 🤭

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When the Levee Breaks (pt. 4)

Daryl Dixon x OFC

The one in which a stripper that used to know Merle and Daryl shows up at the Atlanta camp. Daryl’s feelings are complicated but mostly he hates her, right?

Chapt. Setting: Highway outside of Atlanta. 

Chapt. Warnings: degrading and sexist language, degrading behavior, season 2 Daryl, smut, oral (m receiving)(kind of) weird. Just weirdo perv (out of desperation) Daryl. 

Word Count: 3200

A/N; Daryl’s POV 😩🤷‍♀️ 17+ mdni

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Been keepin’ Merle’s stuff pretty well hidden. Guess I should probably just get rid of it, right? But I can’t. S’not mine to get rid of. So I just hide it. Separate bag from the rest of his meds, all the way at the bottom of a backpack, stuffed under the seat of my truck. 

Beatle says she’s been sober off spazz shit for three years. Pretty sure three years ago s’when I met her though, so I’unno how she figures that. 

But now we’re ditchin’ the truck and I gotta find a way to carry it without Beatle finding it. Don’t even have time to be upset about my truck. Had it for at least the last ten years. Loved this thing like it was the only thing I had. Basically was for a while. 

Takin’ Merles bike. It’s got some dumbass Nazi shit on it, but ‘m not complainin’. That shit don’t matter anymore. Neither does bein’ upset over a truck that’s not gonna do me any good without gas. 

Pack myself two bags. One goes with Beatle in Dale’s RV, the other is the pack I’d had stuffed under the seat. Spazz gets hidden underneath a few shirts, smokes, the couple sips left of girlwhiskey, and the rest of Merle’s scripts. Stuff I don’t trust Beatle with.  

I think she knows, too. She doesn’t say it but she gives me a look when I tell her ‘m holdin’ onto it. I offer her a whole cigarette. All for herself. And it shuts her up enough not to push it. 

Don’t know if I like when she’s happy or not. Kinda makes me feel sick so I try not to think about it. Dunno. Whatever. Don’t got time to think about that shit anyway. S’always somethin’. 

Don’t really even got the time to think about what a shit show the CDC was. Just gotta keep movin’. Guess the plan is Fort Bennet? Don’t know. Don’t care. ‘m just goin’. 

It’s nice to be back on a bike again. Can’t feel nothin’ but the vibrating underneath me and the air in my face. Can’t hear nothin’ but the engine. By myself. Like all this shit hasn’t happened…

No use in thinkin’ ‘bout it that way, though. Has happened. And I ain’t gonna be one of those sorry sacks that wants to pretend shit ain’t the way it is. That’s one thing I like Beatle for. She don’t pretend shits gonna go back. Don’t miss nothin’, ain’t lookin’ for no one. Far as I see it, she’s happy mostly. Guess it’s easy when someone’s takin’ care of everything for ya. Me. Giving her my smokes and buildin’ fires for my damn self, thinkin’ everything tha’s mine is hers. It ain’t. 

Other people makin’ plans. Other people findin’ shelter. Other peoples food. 

Too many people in this group ain’t pullin’ their own weight. It’s gonna catch up sooner or later. Beatle’s a weak player. Can’t decide if I should help her out or not. Can’t decide if I should protect her or not. Cuz she don’t want it, she don’t think she needs it. But she’s gonna need it. Sooner or later. 

Cuz I know I hate her and all that. Dumb fuckin’ bitch for sure. But after what happened at the CDC? Thought we were gonna die. Thought she was gonna die. Fuck. I’unno. Guess I felt somethin’. 

I’m in between knowin’ it and hatin’ it. It can be both right? Cuz it’s definitely both. One more thing I gotta care about. Real fuckin’ stupid. 

We’re only on the road a few hours before shit blows. Literally. Dales radiator. Good ‘n done. Then more bullshit happens but ain’t that the way shit is now?

A whole herd of ‘em come through and everyone’s fine. Andrea’s havin’ a panic attack ‘bout the geek that almost ate ‘er, Carol’s kid run off into the woods, and T-Dog’s all but bled out. But to me? Basically fine. No one’s dead or nothin’. 

Don’t know where Beatle was when the herd came. But she’s fine too, and any worryin’ I’d been doin was a waste of fuckin’ time. Not gonna waste any more of it bein’ mad I was worried in the first place. That I couldn’t think ‘bout anything else. Just images of her stupid happy face gettin’ ripped apart. Guess I care now. At least ‘bout her not bein’ dead. ‘Bout her bein’ here.

She’s standin’ outside the RV with me, sharing a cigarette cuz I don’t know how else to tell her I’m glad she’s alive. Can’t stop lookin’ at her. She’s either ignoring my staring or pretendin’ I ain’t doin’ it, and ‘m grateful. Don’t wanna talk ‘bout that shit. Just wanna look at her, and fix all those images in my head. Her face still happy and perfect and smilin’ at me like it wasn’t bein’ eaten by monsters a few minutes ago. 

I feel sick. Somethin’… different. 

“Can I just hug you, please?” She asks like she’s been waitin’ to say it. 

“Why?” I squint at her, dragging the smoke. Kinda want to - kinda mad she asked instead of just doin’ it, “Since when do you ask permi-“ I’m cut off by her body wrapped around mine. All four limbs holdin’ on like I’m keepin’ her anchored to the world. 

I hug her back, arms pulled tight around her. Why am I doing this? What the fuck is this? Goin’ fuckin’ soft for some dumb little girl. I can hear Merle laughin’ at me from inside my head, and I drop Beatle back down to the pavement. 

“I’m glad you’re alive.” She says, and I look down at her. Now she’s all covered in the gross shit I’m covered in. She doesn’t seem to care. Doesn’t even seem to notice. 

“Yeah?” I say at her, cuz I don’t know what else to say. Can’t tell her Im glad she’s alive. Can’t give her that. I hugged her back, that’s enough. She should know. 

She nods, smiling that stupid fuckin’ smile that I’m startin’ to like. ‘Fore her face starts wrinklin’ up somethin’ nasty. There it is. She looks at me, then down at herself. “What the fuck, Daryl?” 

Me?! “‘Pleeeease can I hug you, Daryl?’” I mock her. 

“I was worried!! And then you’re alive and okay and I  didn’t have time to look at you covered in guts and shit!” She squeals. I swear she knows it irritates me. I can see her goin’ to punch me in the arm so I let her, then pull her into another hug. 

Grabbin’ at her head to bring it close to my chest, covered in week old decaying monster meat, “C’mon, Beatle. Gimme a hug!” She’s tryin’ to fight it but ‘m stronger. 

She bends her knees and slips down and out of my arms. The blood on my hands making her too slippery to hold onto. She starts runnin’. I run after her til we get to the side of the road and she tries to hide underneath the trunk of a car crashed into the rail. 

Maybe this ain’t the time for fuckin’ around, but it don’t matter. Not when I finally got her cornered. The look of fear in her eyes does somethin’ to me. Not real fear.  Naw, cuz she’s smilin’. Cuz she’s laughin’. Just excited that we’re both still breathing. Still, smile on her face and laugh in her throat, she’s cowering beneath a cars trunk, beggin’ me to stop. The beggin’s doin’ somethin’ to me too. Fuck. 

I pick her up, slingin’ her over my shoulder, she yelps. Don’t she know how this shit works yet? “Fuckin’ quiet, Beatle. Dumb bitch.” I slap her ass once and she fuckin’ yelps again. “Wha’ did I just say?” And I slap her ass again. This time she’s quiet. 

Shit, that worked? Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. My dicks hard. 

I’unno if it’s cuz I never carried a girl over my shoulder like this, cuz I spanked her couple times, or cuz she listened. My dick gets even harder and I realize it’s definitely fuckin’ all of it. But mostly that she listened when I told her what to do. Maybe I should tell her what to do more often. Fuck. ‘m not helpin’ myself, or my problem, at all. 

I dip my head down to smell the sick I’m covered in to make it go away. It works. Even with her ass next to my face. So close I could bite it. For fucks sake. I put her down but she doesn’t run away this time. We walk slowly back to the group. Not sayin’ nothin’. Me, cuz I’m trying to focus on the smell of rotten flesh and definitely not Beatle beggin’ me to stop. Definitely not about what her face looked like when she felt my hand on her ass.  

Wonder if she’s quiet cuz she’s thinkin’ about it too.

 Wondering what she’s thinkin’ about and tryin’ to will away a stiffy. Fuck this fuckin’ high school bullshit. Like she reads my mind, I feel her needy little fingers snake into my hand. For a second I think maybe I’m smokin’ a cigarette I don’t remember havin’ but ‘m not. She’s just tryin’ to hold my hand. 

At first it feels nice, and then I feel sick again. Too many questions unanswered. Too much shit that’s already happened. Can’t trust her. So I shake her hand off, “Stop.” 

“Fine. Fuck you.” She stomps away and back into the RV. I’unno what the fuck’s wrong with me that it makes me smile. Do I like when she’s happy? Shit, I dunno. If I did, wouldn’t I not like it when she’s upset? So why does her being mad at me do it for me too? 

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Whatever. 

She comes with me to go look for Sophia. Andrea stood up like she was gonna come too, but once Beatle and I are standin’ next to the RV Andrea doesn’t follow us out.

 We don’t stray too far from the road. It’s dark, and mostly just came out here to help ease Carol’s mind. ‘m definitely goin’ soft. But I’unno. Hurts to watch people lose stuff. Their families. Hurts to watch people hurt. 

Gonna hurt Beatle in a fuckin’ second if she doesn’t shut the fuck up. We’re walkin’ through the woods. At night. She’s gotta know this shit by now. “Beatle, keep your fuckin’ voice down. Please.” Did I just say please? Fuck me. 

“Did you just say ‘please’?” Fuck. Me. 

“Shut up.” 

“Don’t think I know how.” 

“Yeah, no shit.” She laughs, and it makes me smile. And that makes me feel sick to my stomach. Again. 

Her voice cuts through while I’m makin’ myself even sicker thinkin’ about it, “You wanna play another game?”

My eyebrows raise in her direction, “Yeah, that went real well for ya last time.” 

“Nevermind.” Her face falters and she crosses her arms across her chest. 

“What, you don’t wanna get half naked and cry again?” And for fuckin’ once I wish Beatle had somethin’ to say back. Some smartass shit that isn’t even funny but she definitely means it to be. But she doesn’t. She doesn’t say anything. She just lets my question hang in the fuckin’ air and suffocate me. Cuz now I’m thinkin’ about her half naked and crying and my fuckin dicks hard again. What is this shit? Rock hard cock every time I pick on her now? ‘m not gonna be able to do this. She’s gonna notice. Where the fuck is a guy supposed to jerk off and relieve some of this shit? 

On her fuckin’ face.

Shit.

She’s been quiet for too long and my brain won’t stop. It’s just getting worse. Images of her now, her face covered in my cum, her lips humming together making little bubbles with it, smiling. Shit. 

Beatle, say something. Anything.

“How big’s your dick?” Not. Fucking. That. 

She listens… right? She wants it, right? Why else would she ask that? Now, when it’s just the two of us out in the woods in the dark. She wants me to show her. 

So show her.

“Beatle.” My voice is low, barely there. Just a rasp of a word. 

She turns around, ready to explain herself before she even looks at me, “I-“ 

“C’mere.” If I don’t cut her off she’s gonna say she was just jokin’ but we both know she ain’t jokin’. She wants ta know. So she’s gonna know. 

Feel like I can see her blushin’ in the moonlight as she walks toward me, even though I can’t. Just know she is. Smile on her face like I ain’t about to wipe it off with my cock. Shit, hard as a fuckin’ rock right now. I rub my palm over the length of it, and I watch her eyes follow my arm down. Watch ‘em get bigger, wide and nervous, and it makes my dick twitch against my jeans. I pull out a smoke and light one, for a second I see a disappointment in her face, thinkin’ maybe I’d just called her over to share a smoke. Naw. “Down on your knees.” 

And Jesus Christ, does she kneel so fuckin’ fast. She stares straight ahead, and somethin’ comes over me. Can’t wait. Don’t want to. Don’t need to. Beatle does what I ask, at least when it comes to this. Like a good little slut would. That is what she’s good at, ain’t it? 

So maybe it’s a little fucked up that I grab her head and force her against the rough fabric of my jeans. Pushing my cock into her cheek as hard as I fuckin’ can. Holding her by the hair and rubbing her face on me. 

But this little bitch moans. At first I wasn’t sure, but she keeps fuckin’ moaning. She likes this. Somethin’ close to a laugh escapes my throat, past the cigarette between my lips. I take it with my fingers, letting one hand go from her head, the other hand pulls her back to look up at me. Her expression absolutely blown. She just looks at me for a second, before putting her face back on my cock on her own. It’s not the same amount of pressure but it still feels fuckin’ good. And somethin’ about her doin’ it on her own. Like she can’t fuckin’ help it. Like she needs it. 

She’s starts to lick at the fabric right where my head is and my dick spasms again at the sight of it. This time she can feel it underneath her mouth. She smiles up at me, smirkin’ down at her. Putting the cigarette in my mouth, I drag it, before bringing it down to her lips. A little reward for listening. 

She drags it once and I drop it on the ground. Beatle says “Thank you.” In the smallest voice I ever heard come out of her mouth. Fuck. I could fall in love with this Beatle. It’s just your dick talkin’ Dar, don’t get crazy. 

I grunt a laugh and start to unbuckle my belt. Unbutton my pants. Barely have my cock in my hand ‘fore her mouths around it. I pull her back by her hair, sharply. She winces in pain and reaches up to her head where I’m holdin’ on. Her eyes shoot up to look at me. 

God, fuck, what I wouldn’t give to have that image burned in my brain for the rest of my life. Her face, all discomfort and contempt because I won’t let her touch me. Like she’s fuckin’ dying for it. “Nah, keep your mouth shut Beatle. Gotta learn ta do what yer told.” 

She nods, and closes her lips. Looking from my eyes back down my body again. I lean back, takin’ myself in my hand and pressing my cock into her face. 

For a while I just rub myself all over, letting her feel the weight of it. Letting her know just how big it really fuckin’ is. Lifting it off her face and smackin’ her cheeks. Makin’ her flinch, her eyes squish closed but I press my hard cock against her eye and push up forcing her eyelid open. Fuck. I do the same thing with her lips. Smushing and rubbing the head of it into her lips to open them, I fuck against her mouth for a second. Beatles groaning and moaning but she doesn’t open her mouth. Somethin’ about it makes me need to cum. Now. No more fuckin’ around. “Open up.” 

She does. I spit into her open mouth, and she moans again, without swallowing it. Like a good slut. “Fuck, Beatle. Shit. Now stick your tongue out.” 

She does. I can see my spit falling off her tongue and I quickly catch it with my cock, before smearing as much of the slick spit from her mouth onto me. Taking myself from the base, holding hard to cut off the circulation. Always feels better when I do that. Rubbin her tongue with my cock til I can’t fuckin take it anymore. I’m about to fuckin’  cum. I pull away for only a second, my breathings all fucked and I can barely speak, “Close yer mouth.” She looks confused for a second but closes her mouth. Good. Was about to smack her. 

My left hand finds a place on the back of her head again, gripping into her hair to hold her in place. I push my hips forward and put the whole length across her face. My other hand pressing myself down into her from above her. And I fuck myself on her face. Grunting and sloppy and desperate to cum. Never done this before, shit, does anyone do this? But fuck, it’s so fuckin’ hot. Her lips and her cheeks and her eyelids and her nose all squished and being fuckin’ ruined by my cock. Shit.  Fuck. 

Right as I’m about to cum I put both hands around her head and hump her face like… I don’t even know. I feel fuckin’ insane, but she’s still moaning at the feeling of being used. Not even in a way that should be enjoyable to her. 

I don’t think I’ve ever cum that much in my whole fuckin’ life. Most of it ends up in Beatle’s hair, but there’s still a whole lot of it on her face. I mess with it for a second. Swirling my puffy post-nut dick in it before I get oversensitive. 

I put myself away, and sit down on the ground next to Beatle. Still in the exact same position. I let her kneel there, don’t tell her she can move or nothin’. Guess that’s why she doesn’t. Don’t think she can open her eyes either. S’funny. 

Relighting the short I’d dropped to the ground, I pull a bandana from my pocket. “Is it big, Beatle?” I ask her while I wipe only her mouth off, and put the cigarette between her lips. 

She sucks on the filter, and smiles. “Yep.”

Eventually I wipe off her eyes too. Can’t do anything about her hair though, so I promise to find her a hat from one of the cars on the walk back. 

And I don’t let myself think about what this might mean. Who cares? I don’t. Don’t think Beatle does neither. We’re just goin’. 

pt 5

A/N: Yeah okay,  I know. Daryl’s all back and forth. Does he not give a shit about Merle and Beatle? Does he know deep down they never did anything together? Or maybe he just wasn’t thinking about it at the time? He’s confused, guys. He also really doesn’t have all the information (Eventually he’s gonna ask but first we have to deal with Sophia. Sorry. I don’t want to either.)

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I’ve got this fic idea in my head that won’t let me go. I don’t know if I have time to actually write it or not but I need to get it out into the universe. Edit: This took on a life of its own and somehow the spark notes is one of the longest things I’ve ever written. NSFW under the cut though only one part is really graphic. This apparently transformed mid write up from my desire to have Agatha and Rio bang their way down the Road, to my own fixit fic/Nicky resurrection. Anyway:

So picture it yeah? Everything is the same with the road right up until after Billy is injured. Agatha begs Rio not to take him and she’s like 🤷‍♀️. Except what if we diverged. Rio stops time, just for a second, and just for her and Agatha. She tells Agatha she’ll make her a deal, since the road is technically outside of time and space (and they’re both side eyeing each other trying to figure out if the other knows exactly why that is…). She will spare the boy (she was never going to take him in the first place, see the episode 8 revelations, but fuck if she’s telling Agatha that now.) but she gets Agatha in return. Biblically. And Agatha is like are you fucking serious right now???? But oh yes, Rio is dead (heh) serious. She wants to fuck Agatha and in return she’ll spare her little pet for now. And team, Agatha is not a strong woman where her ex wife is concerned. So she agrees.

Rio moves time forward, Billy is saved, rah rah, Rio and Agatha have their little fireside moment with the coven, Agatha flees into the night, Rio follows, they even have their little hug/almost kiss. Except now when Rio says “he’s not your boy,” Agatha just stares at her like she can’t figure out if Rio is an idiot or if she thinks Agatha is. Agatha’s like, “you don’t fucking say,” in the most deadpan voice you’ve ever heard. And, bless her, Rio is like kind of embarrassed and says something to the effect of, “I needed to make sure you knew, this isn’t…that.” And Agatha, now has to face the idea that the answer to her earlier question is that Rio is both an idiot and thinks she is as well. But she’s kind of sweet. Maybe. When she isn’t stealing her son in the dead of night. So Agatha very very slowly is like, “no dear, when you said there was absolutely no way to bring our dead son back, I, inexplicably, believed you.” And then they both blink at each other. Like idiots.

Agatha then goes to walk away like in our original timeline, but Rio grabs her by the arm and stops her. She’s like not so fast sweetheart, “I’m still owed a payment.” And then she kind of throws Agatha against a tree and is like, “I mean to collect.” Agatha is like, right now??? Here???? And Rio is like as long as you’re quiet they won’t suspect a thing. (This is a problem because neither one of them have ever once been quiet in bed. Only one of them cares.)

Insert absolute filth.

Then it keeps happening. Instead of losing the whole coven, every time one of them is about to die, Rio stops time and offers the same deal to Agatha. Except the closer the person is to death, the higher Agatha’s price is. (It’s a wonder she can walk after Alice.) She also counts absurd happenings as near death. Their flight from the Salem Seven counts as 5 different saves, even though Agatha is like, you just made a broom?!? (She still gives Rio her dues, because cmon, it’s Agatha. She just needs to bitch about it a little.) Also the acts keep getting more and more involved each time. Like the first time Rio just ate her out against the tree, but Alice’s near death had her bent over one of those tables in the cottage taking a magic cock, while Rio whispers filthy things in her ear and keeps her in place with those vines she used in the finale. (This is incidentally how they conceived Nicky, and if you don’t think The Green Witch 👹 has a thing about it, the whole growing of new life, I will meet you at the Denny’s and we can sort this out like adults.)

Agatha and CO’s mud bath still happens because even though Rio doesn’t let them die, she does remove the witches from the road. And that actually does take the weird amount of time we see in the show. Agatha doesn’t tell the kid any different because she kind of needs him to come into his own (she likes the kid alright) so he thinks she just killed his friend. And he’s never seen Agatha’s powers, not like that anyway, and doesn’t realize that Alice being missing should be a dead give away that something weird is afoot. Lilia and Jen don’t have a chance to wonder because, again, mud bath.

Things continue on, Lilia is a badass (���), Rio offers Agatha the choice again, Agatha agrees because a) she kind of likes the idiots, and b) she has just been reacquainted with how incredible her wife is in bed. Rio has to do relatively little to save Lilia, mostly just stop her from hitting the ground when she flips the tower. She then safely takes them out the window, thus giving us the two figures on the card that everyone thought meant two of the 7 had escaped. She then returns to claim her prize.

I know what you’re thinking, how?? But they had time for that long ass conversation in the original. And they do still hash out the whole Billy thing, but Rio offers her the choice up front. Billy’s life, freely given, or Agatha must take his place. As Death’s wife and a previous holder of the Darkhold, Agatha’s soul is weighted more heavily in the Sacred Balance. She would be permitted to take the place of the Demiurge, especially given the circumstances in which he threw off the balance. (Wanda could also do it, if Rio were inclined to haul that mountain off her, but she’s already dealing with Agatha and Maximoff 2.0. Adding in Wanda would drive her to drink.) I think Agatha would be able to figure most of that out, even if she just assumes that Rio gets to decide how her soul is weighed. I’m mostly trying to make sense of why that trade would have been allowed in-universe in the first place.

Rio goes to leave like in the show, but Agatha stops her. She’s like I hate owing you anything, aren’t you going to collect your prize? And Rio is about to be like, fuck you, you just said you never want to see my face again, but Agatha looks so broken that Rio goes back to her, and takes her by the face and kisses her in the most devastatingly soft way she knows how. Then she whispers “Te veo,” one more time and exits.

The last trial happens, Billy finds Tommy and Frankenstein’s him into a new body, Jen is freed, Agatha uses the locket and the seed. (Except when the flower grows, Agatha feels something responding from her inside her, just the faintest traces of magic.)

The fight happens, Rio is unhinged because not only does Agatha not want her, now there’s a second abomination??? After she once again helped her ungrateful wife????? Agatha gets her powers back. She can feel something different, but she’s kind of busy. Billy tries to sacrifice himself, Agatha intervenes, they KISS kiss, (Agatha telepathically tells Rio if she’s going to kiss her goodbye, she expects her to put in some effort damn it.) but this time when Rio’s powers kick in a burst of green magic throws them apart. And then everyone is just kind of looking at each other. And then there’s a very soft, very familiar voice all around them saying, “Mami, that’s enough. They both kept their word. Two sacrifices for two boys. Seems fair to me.” And then the voice is addressing Billy much louder, “Billy Kaplan, as the Prince of the Dead, I grant you your life and that of your twin. So it is written and so it shall be. By the Divine Mother, go free.” And Agatha is on the ground sobbing, Rio is somehow both crying and spitting with rage, and Billy is just 🧍‍♂️. He’s like, am I actually- and Rio is just screaming GO!!!

Agatha is like Rio wtf? And Rio is like do I look like I know what’s happening??? And Nicky From Beyond is like, “stop fighting, I got special permission from grandma er I mean the Powers That Be. Billy is special and he’s gonna need Mama to train him before he accidentally rips a hole in space time. Er also I’ll be back with you in a few months and I really don’t want to do visitation. So uh clocks ticking. Bye.” At which point it becomes apparent that Agatha is kinda of definitely pregnant and Rio isn’t ever beating those baby daddy allegations.

And then the green storm disappears, and it’s just Agatha and Rio shell shocked in the back yard. They’re both just staring at each other, Rio is standing, Agatha is on her knees, neither one knows what to say. Finally Agatha is like, fix my sink. And Rio is like ??? Que??? And Agatha, still really quiet is like Fix. My. Fucking. Sink. And honestly she kind of looks like she one second away from strangling Rio to death, logistics be damned, so Rio fixes her sink. And her wall. And her door. And her garden. Ok maybe Rio is doing the witch equivalent of stress cleaning. Agatha is still in the yard. Her eye is twitching. She’s…processing.

Finally, finally she stands up, magics herself into fresh non witch clothes, and comes inside. “I would unpin the fabric of the universe if it meant getting Nicky back.” Rio goes to interrupt, but Agatha holds up a hand, “Loving you is the only other thing in the universe that makes me feel that way. I held more power than any witch before me, I mastered the Darkhold, I have absorbed whole covens, I have tasted pure chaos magic. And the whole of it together couldn’t compare to even the barest of your touches.” She comes closer, and gently takes Rio’s face. “Forgive me, I don’t deserve it, but I’m asking anyway. I never should have told you I didn’t want to see your face. It’s the face I fell in love with.” She wipes Rio’s tears as they fall. “I’m…” she closes her eyes and takes a breath, “I’m sorry Rio. For hiding, for running, for breaking your heart,” she pauses again, “for blaming you for your duty.”

And Lady Death yields one more time. “I hated you for hating me. For your cowardice. I had forgotten how radiantly courage shines on you. I love you, I would forgive you anything if it meant you would walk beside me again of your own free will.”

Agatha nods, “then let’s try again. For Nicky. For us.” A sad look crosses her face. “I understand why you took him, and I understand why you did it when you did, but understanding does not erase the pain. Can you give me time for that?” Rio flinches and starts to withdraw, but Agatha holds firm on her face, “I’m not leaving you, not again, I’m just asking for patience when I’m, well, me. You know how my sunny disposition waxes and wanes.” Rio gives a watery laugh and nods, leaning forward to seal the deal with a kiss.

Boy howdy that got away from me, and now it’s half stream of consciousness/half written fanfic. Like I said, idk if I’m going to have time to write it or if anyone would be interested in it. If you see anything you like feel free to yoink it. Also I have a long running headcannon that Death is like the eldest child of Life, and so when Nicky said he got permission from grandma that’s who he was talking about.

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A/N: I’m sleep deprived and wrote this in 30 minutes. I also haven’t actually attempted writing anything in months so…eh 🤷‍♀️ Hope you enjoy this short randomness nonetheless!

💋 - Soap x Ghost

⚠️ - Warnings, themes: Some mention of the las Almas mission—nothing really though. There isn’t really a ‘theme’ either it’s just…here 🤷‍♀️

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There were many things one Sergeant John “Soap” Mactavish took pride in on the daily; none should ever let it be said that he didn’t marvel over his accomplishments. John was a proud man, at heart, though he also prided himself on his ability to appear humble where it counted. Taking his glory in quiet stride, where he knew he could be his own cheering crowd. Over his years, he’d learnt it was easier, sometimes, to celebrate his victory quietly. Less of a chance to push people away with his pride. Less of a chance they may over speculate his abilities, and disappoint.

He never had to worry about disappointing his husband, however. No…John knew he was safe, in that regard.

It’d been easy, at first, always so easy. He was good at getting people warm up to him, to have a chat, to like him, sometimes. He was a warm person. Talkative. Charming, even. His problem lie mostly in the worry he may warm up to the point of burning those around him. Like the detonation factor of the devices he worked with, he knew he could be explosive under the right pressure. Though he never meant to…he worried often about hurting those around him. Again, a worry that seemed to relax since he’d met the lieutenant.

He was a man quite opposite of himself, really, quiet and dare he say proper. If in the most dryly sarcastic manner, but proper nonetheless, where it had to count. Unlike John, Simon was a vicious dog held tightly on a lead. Though he’d never met a dog with a knack to hold its own lead, teeth bared quietly beneath a steel muzzle.

Dark eyes and an even darker gaze, John was entranced with the smallest tells. Soon learning just what made the stoic man tick, until he’d earned the privilege curse? of listening to his sharp quips and rotten jokes. Yet even then, bleeding as he snaked his way through a city wanting him dead in the hot rain, bullet stinging the muscle of his arm, those god awful jokes were a lifeline. Perhaps that was why ‘Ghost’, he himself dancing through shadows and rain, felt the need to make them. Yet another tell. Yet another step up to figuring him out.

It came crashing down on him only after seeing the jagged lines painting the lieutenant’s—Simon’s—face, that he realised just how invested he was in this long game he’d had no memory of really starting. Or was that a lie? He couldn’t be quite so sure anymore. What he did know, he held onto. Even with an overly eager tight-knuckled grip, eyes too bright as he gazed into the murky depths of Simon’s, heartbeat racing a bit too rapidly to feel comfortable, Simon never seemed as though he wanted to push him away. No, he did something far worse, in John’s opinion, he stayed. Not only that, but sometimes, he seemed to want to chase after (his) Johnny’s attention. Was it always like that, he wondered? Surely not, the man didn’t even want to sit near him in the beginning. Didn’t even want to spare him a word or two of acknowledgement. Was it growth, or perhaps…they both had fallen into depths neither seemed willing to escape? Whatever the case, John knew that this was something he didn’t want to blow up and lose. Not after so long of watching. Waiting. Wanting?

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[1-have-no-idea]

Cold hands and a hot drink

(Gif not mine :))

First meet with Echo!

AN: This is a college AU! I did not create it whatsoever, credit goes to the creators of the college AU, I just decided to write this because like, why not 🤷‍♀️, also, I’ve made multiple parts for different characters (ex: Hunter, Fives, Wrecker, Tup, Dogma, etc…) reader also works as a barista and does extra clubs like Martial Arts ☺️

Character(s): Echo, reader, brief mentions of Fives, brief mention of Yoda, two unnamed background characters

Genre: I honestly don’t really know what to call this, fluff maybe (?) It’s just a nice, first-meet with our baby Echo

Overview: It’s freezing outside, and Echo already has naturally cold hands (hand.). Now they straight up feel dead. And you know what makes cold days even better? Going to a cafe. Of course some random prick has to pick on him though. Luckily for him, an absolute angel comes to his rescue (AHEM, AHEM, you, AHEM-)

Warning(s): Echo gets bullied for his cybernetics 😔, shy baby Echo, Echo swooning over reader, Echo refers reader as ‘angel’, nothing really bad

1096 words (I KNOW IT’S SO SHORT, I’M SORRY, I CURRENTLY HAVE A LONG STORY COOKING UP, I PROMISE—)

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Wow. The start of college. It’s been a few months, and you felt proud of herself! Your classes were all good, you shared a dorm with an.. ‘okay’ roommate, it was awesome! And, you were working in a cafe! You were pretty much the owner of it, as it was new and you were one of the first workers! No one else took care of it, so, contacting the principal, Yoda— he was a confusing little thing— you asked if you could take care of it and open it. You’d work on it. And, you supposed, it brought us here now. Of course, it wasn’t popular, but some people came in, for the tranquility of it or just a quiet place in the morning.

However, there was this one boy that had frequently visited your shop. A regular. What was his name again? it was different, but pretty and you liked it, oh- Echo! Echo was his name.

A pale man, with cybernetics, which you found awesome. Cybernetics weren’t a rare thing, here. But you never saw a lot of people wearing them. Unless something had happened, which an incident probably did happen to him. You wouldn’t ask though. You knew some things were personal.

Snapping you out of your thoughts, you heard the bells jingle that were connected to the door, signaling someone had come in. Blinking, you turned around, seeing Echo. He was bundled up, shivering.

“Mornin’! What can I get for you! Something warm, I presume?” You spoke up, raising a brow with a smile. He jumped, before giving you a grateful smile and nodding. “Please. I’m freezing over here.” He responded, before moving to sit in the bar area, where he sat on a high chair, blowing into his hand and trying to warm up the metal that replaced his right hand to his forearm.

“Can I just have a hot caff, please?” He requested, making you smile and nod. “Mhm! Anything else? And would you like it black or not?” Echo rubbed his hand on his pants leg, looking at you. “Uhm- black, and uhm,” his pale brown eyes scanned the menu, before deciding. “Can I have strawberry oatmeal, please?” you nodded, before turning your back on him. “I’ll get that ready for you,” you called out, before preparing his food.

A couple moments later, you came back, placing his food in front of him along with his caf, and then grabbing a spoon, handing it to him. As he went to grab it, thanking you softly, your fingers brushed together, making your fingers linger before pulling back, brows furrowed before one raised, staring at him. I mean, you get it, it was super cold today, your hands were cold too, but his? He felt dead.

“Your hands are really cold,” you commented in a tone of slight amusement, making him look away shyly. “I get that a lot,” he admitted. You shook her head, giving him a toothy smile. “It’s not a bad thing. It’s okay. Do you want some hand warmers, though?” You offered. He blinked, raising a brow. “You have those?” You nodded, grinning at him, before pulling them out from one of your drawers and giving the small bag to him. As soon as he grabbed them, he fought back a moan of relief from the warmth, basking in the soft heat he finally felt as he rolled it around in his hand.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, in a state of bliss.

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“Move, disabled! I don’t want your metal screwdriver of an arm spilling my drink or impaling me.” One of the students at the college said, shoving Echo, almost making him fall out the seat. Echo’s brows furrowed and he glared at the student, but he was used to the comments about his body. It was ritualistic at this point. At least one person once a day had to say something about it. Some students were mean. “Stupid droid,” the man sneered, and Echo was about to open his mouth to let out a retort, but someone else beat him to it.

“Shut up. You’re not funny. No one’s laughing, and I know you’re not talking about him when I vividly remember that it was you who dropped your entire plate in the cafeteria. Oh, and made an entire spill here. And Echo is the one over here with the metal scope for his arm, yet he still has better balance than you. So, unless you’re just trying to make yourself feel better because he’s better than you, shut up.” You spoke, narrowing your eyes at the man whose brows furrowed and flushed a light pink as you called him out and humbled him.

“Leave my customers alone. If you can’t do that, then leave. No one wants you here anyway.” You muttered under your breath sternly, rolling your eyes. The man sputtered, before walking out in a fit of embarrassment and anger. Snorting at his little tantrum, you shrugged. However, as you brushed it off, Echo stared at you with wide eyes. He was baffled. Absolutely flabbergasted. Never had he been stood up for before. Only his twin and some of his other brothers, but never a stranger. He felt his heart warm, and for once on this very, very cold day, he felt warm.

“Thank you,” he whispered shyly, clearing his throat awkwardly. You turned to him with a smile, features immediately softening and becoming more friendly as you focused on him. “Course! It’s what any other person would do,”

No they wouldn’t, only you,

Echo wanted to stay, but he was quiet, listening to you with a shy and adoring smile. Then, you grinned at him mischievously once more. “Don’t listen to him either. Honestly,” you leaned forward towards him, as if sharing a secret that no one else could hear while smirking softly.

“I like your cybernetics. They’re really cool. And also? You’re pretty.” You admitted, a cheeky smile on your face as you leaned away, shrugging. Echo felt the tips of his ears burn, and his face felt hot as he swallowed. “Don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise. They’re just mad.” You joked, a chuckle leaving you. “I- I, oh, well, I uhm- thank you,” he stammered out, flustered and shy, making you nod with a small laugh.

“Angel,” he mumbled out, as she turned around to tend to the others, a blush on his pale face. He should bring his brother here. Fives would like you. He knew. After all, he and his brother liked the same things usually.

[chaotic-orphan]

Wait I envisioned you as an emo bisexual teenager, or something to that extent??? What do you mean you have a law degree?????? What do you mean you're straight????????

??????????????????????????????

Also what are your views on abortion 😊

I AM SO HAPPY I GIVE OFF THOSE VIBES YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!!!! My friend recently told me I give “Tall girl” vibes and I nearly cried!!!!!! This is such a good week, I love it, thank you Nonny, you don’t understand the compliment that was😍😍😍

ALSO HOW DID YOU INFER I AM STRAIGHT?! I mean, I am, but… I’m an ally— my family thought I was gay my entire life because I love musicals and express love and attraction very easily (maybe too much), but women are just objectively hotter than men??? So obviously I will rant and rave about women in movies and TV shows, cause boys they’re gorgeous too, but in the same way?? Women are so differently beautiful though — does this make sense? Am I beating the gay rumours? No, no I’m not— but yes, I’m attracted to men — which is fine I LOVE MEN, but, y’know… sucks — not to fetishise but masc lesbians take my breath away more than any man tbh, like they have this cool vibe to them that make me blush and I can’t speak around them and I get so choked up cause their so hot and attractive and THEY KNOW IT AND THEY ALWAYS HAVE BEAUTIFUL DRESS SENSE AND PIERCINGS AND TATTOOS GAAAHHHHHH

LIKE TRIS FROM S3 GINNY AND GEORGIA?!?!!! I know they’re non-binary but the vibes are immaculate, just yeah, wow

God… women… sorry, I just love everyone, I have so much love to give is my problem— I sound like such a fuckboy right now, god!!! — just good human beings are hot?! I need to stop talking, I am straight :( WHICH IS FINE!!!! I’m not crying about living life on easy mode but dayum, y’know?? Idk… anyways

TW: DISCUSSION OF ABORTION BELOW, discussion of Adriana Smith, these are my personal views, I am not pushing them on anyone, I don’t know more than anyone else but…

Abortion?! I am all for it, my country is generally more left than others so I have more leftist views, so I am of the belief that a woman’s body is hers, not her child’s, and what they’re doing to Adriana Smith in Georgia is reprehensible, like she cannot consent to anything?!?! She is brain dead, and the state will not look after that child using her as a human incubator is so fucking handmaid’s tale— and even if the child lives, it will grow up without a mother?! MAKE IT MAKE SENSE, if they cared about that poor family or that child they would let her die, she is dead!!! And the fact that she cannot even die in peace, they are putting her body through this trauma is just— if you did something like this to a corpse you would be arrested, because PEOPLE have to CONSENT to GIVE THEIR BODY TO SCIENCE AFTER DEATH!!!!

It makes me mad, extremely mad, and abortion should be legal everywhere, I don’t give a shit, men and potential fathers can walk away from a child, can leave the mother within nine months and never speak to or have a relationship with the child, but women can’t kill a handful of cells that aren’t anything yet?

More men would agree with abortion if they had to carry a child🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

AND all the Pro-life arseholes?! They don’t give a fuck about the baby growing inside the woman, and if that baby grows to be a woman they’ll care even less because they’re all conservative arseholes, it is about control, not life, because if they cared about life they’d at least make exceptions for victims of rape, or women whose baby will be stillborn, it is atrocious what women are forced to go through because we are seen as second class citizens to men — especially medically speaking, like all tests for mental health are done for men (except like Borderline Personality Disorder, which is based on women) who are generally more aggressive etc due to testosterone, so it’s harder to diagnose women with mental health issues other than depression/anxiety, and this is also true or purely women’s health issues like abortion and endometriosis and PCOS, why?! Because it only affects people with a womb

And sure, that’s 50% of the world’s population, you can argue, so putting research into medical issues that could potentially affect 100% of the population makes more sense, BUT THEN!!! That is an excuse for every AFAB to be treated poorly with medical issues!!! Like menopause?! MALE GENERAL PRACTITIONERS IN MY COUNTRY BARELY KNOW WHAT THAT IS OR THE EFFECTS OF IT AND HOW NUANCED IT IS?!!?!?

But you’re a general Practitioner (GP), menopause is a general issue that pops up for women over a certain age I don’t understand!!!!!

Anyways, sorry for the long-winded rant Anon, I have a lot of feelings on that subject, and I just wish people could be viewed as human beings with the same rights as other human beings instead of first seeing gender, race, religion, nationality, etc… like I don’t understand🫡🫡🫡

[sparklingcid3r]

when paul and darry fully part ways, how often do they think of each other? how do u think darry felt being apart of the greasers fully now (esp bc darry canonically did want tb a greaser anyways) and watching paul become best friends w bob? sry tht was a lot of qs it was just train of thought.

Nah ur all good i fuck heavy w this🙏

If SE Hinton told me she was going to write a short story about anything of my choosing, I would pick Darry’s time in high school with Paul. I need to see the build-up and fall-out of their relationship. Pony literally says that there was no question of if Darry despised Paul—he hated that man. And Paul hated Darry too. I need to know why, it’s like a part of my soul is missing.

And it’s because of that obvious hatred that they live in each other’s heads rent fucking free👏 ESPECIALLY immediately following the breakup. Darry was way more free of Paul than Paul of Darry since Darry definitely had a shit ton on his mind yk with the whole dead parents+new guardian thing on his plate, meanwhile Paul literally had one less thing to do in Darry’s absence (which was hanging out w Darry) so brother had time to let it LINGER.

They aren’t constantly about to sneeze w how much space they take up in each other’s heads though, but I just know they’re constantly dealing with seeing mundane things and being brought back to when they were still close. Darry will be eating a bowl of peanuts and remember the way he used to throw them into Paul’s mouth when they went to the bar together with some of the football team. Paul will be at the gas station and smell the gasoline and remember the hours they spent in Paul’s garage just hanging out, just horsing round, doing what they’ve always done (🏳️‍🌈🤷‍♀️)

And Darry’s literally got a physical possession of Paul’s still in the house, you mean he didn’t burn that shit immediately?? I know what you are👁️👁️

That all being said, as a twenty-year-old who is freshly over Paul, he thinks it’s fucking hilarious seeing the way Paul tried to replace him. Nobody’s replacing Darry and to him, it’s just proof that their time meant something, enough that Paul’s immediately filling over the gap he left behind. Darry never liked Bob, though, but as far as he’s concerned, him and Paul are perfect for each other. Darry’s got his gang for life and he knows they’re better than whatever the hell Paul’s trying cook up on the West Side.

I’m not convinced Darry is entirely happy being a full-time greaser, but he’s at least subconsciously glad he doesn’t need to keep a foot in the door anymore. He’s got his place, he’s got his people, and they’re good people, so he’s content to make do with what he’s got.

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Sinners that are 1 or 2 degrees separated from our Saint share your stories! Ill share mine. by u/ContentPineapple3330

Sinners that are 1 or 2 degrees separated from our Saint, share your stories! I’ll share mine. So, bear with me. Let me set up the scene. It was 2021 (so our Saint still was popular in the US)— I was on a flight to California, and I was bumped up to first class. And I found myself seated by the most beautiful man. He exuded confidence and his clothes spoke real money. Honestly, my first thought was “Crap. I’m sitting by a famous actor, and I don’t know who he is. Crap, crap crap.”

Well, he wasn’t an actor — as I soon discovered before the plane took off, when he took a call to speak to what I presumed was a coworker about logistics, “Monticieto, blah, blah, blah, Jaguar, Range Rover, blah blah…” and my curiosity was piqued. Was he a lawyer? Real estate agent? Who was this mysterious moneyed man? I didn’t know, but somehow the ice was broken when he asked me a very boring question — and we fell into easy conversation. And once the stewardess gave us drinks (yay first class) the conversation flowed quite freely.

We were around the same age (late 20s / early 30s) — and he mentioned he used to live in Toronto. I asked him casually if between Monticieto and Toronto if he ever ran into Oprah’s latest interviewee, St. Meghan Markle, and he looked me dead in the eye. “Yes. Oh yes I have,” and gave a deep sigh. I then said, as chill as I possibly could muster, “Tell. me. more!” (At this point, thanks to wine/vodka soda water we were chatting like long lost best friends), and he got a bit standoffish and said, “well… I don’t really like talking about her because… people don’t really like what I have to say.”

I decided then and there to show my cards (recall 2021 — it almost felt dangerous to say you disliked her! Oh how times have changed!) — and I told him point blank that I thought she was pretty phony (though I was not nearly reliably informed about her antics as I am now.) He looked relieved by my response and replied, “oh you don’t know half of it!” And the next half hour he spilled anecdote after anecdote about her behavior.

So he was very much involved in Toronto’s high society, and was/is actually friends with Corey her ex. (Like, he pulled up his texts with him to share recent pictures of him and his wife and their cute kid.) After sharing many anecdotes of her pretentiousness and ultimately that “no one was missing her in Toronto,” he told me people only really tolerated her because of Jessica Mulroney, who according to my travel companion is very likable “once you know her.” (He only had nice things to say about Jessica, for what it’s worth. 🤷‍♀️)

His (and my) favorite story that he shared was that one time Corey took her for a romantic getaway somewhere tropical. But when they went to check into the hotel, Madame tried to get their hotel rooms upgraded. She started throwing a tantrum at the front desk staff, and in a fit of rage said “DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?” (Recall, she’s Rachel from Suits 😆) And everyone was like….. um…. No?

This was apparently the moment where the scales fell from Corey’s eyes, and he realized what he was dating. Apparently, he was considering proposing soon / during that trip, but instead — he decided to head back to Canada and end the trip early. I don’t think they immediately broke up — but I think Corey was starting to rethink everything. And was very much NOT heartbroken when things ended, but very much relieved.

Anyways, it was a rather entertaining flight!!!So that’s my story, but I know there’s people here that have better! post link author: ContentPineapple3330 submitted: July 11, 2024 at 01:57AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.