#I-got-a-bad-feelin-bout-this

[bidaryl]

admit it. you only came back to atlanta for the hat. don’t tell anybody.

[emotionally-confused-catalyst]

hey man! @emotionally-annoying-scout here, i need your help with somethin.

Yea? Whatcha need, Scout?

[simonrileysfavteacup]

Two Pink Lines

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x wife!reader

Word count: 400

Warnings: pregnancy, simon wanting to be a dad, panic from reader, nausea

You were nauseous. Bad. And it was horrible.

But to make it worse, Simon had left for a 2 week mission the night after the nausea started.

It had been 3 days. 3 days of hurling everything you ate back into the toilet. Nothing helped and you were too tired to go to the doctor. But you had this weird craving for mint-chip ice cream.

You sit on the bathroom floor, taking a deep breath. Your phone rang. Simon.

"Hey lovie! Got my phone for ‘bout an hour. How ya feelin’?” he asked as you picked up.

"Hi Si…not good…" you whisper into the phone.

“‘M sorry, lovie. Wish I could be there to help,” you hear him sigh.

You look at the wall in front of you before the realisation hits you. "I’m late.”

"Late for what?" he sounds confused .

“My period," You sig. “'Fuck."

“Lovie? You thinkin’ what I'm thinking? There's a chance that this ain't just a little stomach bug…” he trails off.

“Si…”

“Lovie, when ‘as the las’ time you mentioned kids?”

You sigh. “I don’t know…”

“Go t’ the pharmacy. Get a test. I’ll be o’ the phone with you the whole time.”

***

True to his word, Simon was on the phone as you drove, walked around the store, and paid. When you got home, the first thing you did was drink a glass of water and take the test. "It says to wait 2 minutes…”

You set down the test, sitting on the floor again. “If it’s positive..."

"Then we're becoming parents," Simon replies confidently.

“If its negative?" You ask.

"Then so be it,” he says. “We’ll try again when we’re ready.”

You sigh. “Yeah, okay, that works."

He talks to you for the next two minutes. You flip over the test. 

“Si?”

“Yeah, lovie?”

“There’s two pink lines.”

You hear a loud yell of celebration on his end of the phone. “Holy shit, lovie!” 

You drop the test, panicking. “S-Si…i can’t do this…I’m not ready…”

“Take a deep breath, lovie. I’m gonna be right by your side. We can get through this together. You convinced me days before our wedding to have kids eventually in the future and I’m ready lovie. I’m ready to do anything if it’s by your side.” 

“Okay…I…okay…we’ll get through this…” 

You look back down at the two pink lines taunting you, taking a deep breath.

[peachesofteal]

Mother Peaches you. You are BLESSING us with content. And I am an ungrateful heathen stepping into your home to throw out a thought that if you by chance were stumped on something to write or wanted to throw a scrap out into the void as a warm up writing piece or cool down or whatever the writer equivalent is. May I propose the idea of Simon and Johnny boy taking care of darling when she has a cold? The sniffles, if you will. For I fear that I am on deaths doorstep and this cold will actually take me out. My dying wish, if you please, dear peach. May those two beefy boys take me to the gates of heaven.

Here is some comfort and fluff for everyone before Chapter 11 goes up. Consider it a gift. Hope you recovered well, dear anon! Ghost/Soap/female reader - Dead Disco verse Warnings-tags: sickfic, loss of consciousness, hospitals.

"Ye're sleepy this morning." Johnny hums, palm smoothing over your forehead. "Ye feelin' okay?" A yawn stretches your lips wide, and you shrug.

"Yeah, just tired." Your head hurts a little, an ache reverberating behind your skull, spreading out from your eyes to your ears, so you bury your face in his chest, breathing in the scent of his skin. "Don't wanna get up."

"Well, ye dinnae have to. But I thought we could have breakfast while we wait for Si." He murmurs. You blink up at him, sight a little bleary, and he frowns, brow wrinkled in concern. "Darling?"

"Yeah, breakfast is fine. Good." your lips smack, dry. Crusted. You snuggle closer, chilled, and Johnny wraps his arms around you, rubbing a palm down your back.

"Are ye sure ye're feeling alright?"

"Mhmm."

"Breakfast in bed, then?" The proposal carries weight, memories, of past meals in bed, ones that ended with you being the meal instead of whatever Johnny whipped up, but instead of it exciting you, you relent to your weariness, sinking back into the sheets with a sigh. Johnny kisses you, sweet lips on your brow. "Go back to sleep, love. I'll bring you something in a bit." And well, who can say no to that?

You wake some time later to the bed shifting, blankets being moved. The air is heavy, thick with heat even though you're freezing, the throbbing in your skull much worse than it was before.

"Darling?" It's Simon. He's in bed beside you, trying to peel you free from the pile of blankets. You open your mouth to respond, but instead of words, a dry heave wells in your chest, rough, sputtering cough wracking your body. "Fuck, okay. I've got you, c'mon. Up we go." He heaves you into his arms, supporting your weight, back to his chest, your breathing labored.

"She's gotten worse." Johnny grimaces, thumb stroking your temple. "Didnae have a cough this morning." This morning?

"What time is it?" You croak.

"It's nearly twelve." Twelve? You've slept the whole morning. You fidget, trying to shift off the bed, but Simon stills you with an arm across your chest, palm flat over your heart.

"Jus' take it easy. You're not going anywhere."

"I slept the whole morning." You protest, but let them lay you back, settling you against the pillows.

"You're sick, darling. You're running a fever, and I don't like the sound of that cough." You shake your head, trying to protest, but when you take a breath, it gets stuck in your chest, and your eyes widen when your lungs heave. "Alright, you're alright." Simon soothes, voice low in your ear. "Just breathe, that's it." Once the bout finishes, he resettles you, and then trades places with Johnny, tucking him in alongside your body, working the blankets in around you both.

"Simon's goin' get ye some tea, and I'm goin' hold ye for a while."

"We had plans today." You moan, and he clucks.

"We can reschedule. Ye're what's important." Blue eyes full of worry watch you, and his brow crumples. "Ach, poor darling girl. I'm sorry ye're feeling so bad." He's so sweet, so kind. So loving, even when you're sick as death, it still makes you feel so warm and tingly, all through your body.

"Love you." You whisper, and he holds you close, nose in your hair.

"Love ye too."

Everything is dark. You feel like you're swimming in a murky pool, blackened, sticky tar that weighs you down, your arms and legs trying to fight to propel you up to the surface for air, working to break through so you can breathe.

In the water, in the deep, someone calls your name. Someone yells it, shouts it, and you try opening your eyes in response, to no avail. I'm here, you want to scream. I'm right here. Your body shakes, like you're being dragged, tossed around like a doll, and you try to speak, use your voice again. Nothing comes, and the dark swallows you whole, filling your mouth and nose with it's pitch black water, pushing you beneath it's swell once more.

The next time you wake, you're not in the bedroom. The ceiling is white, world too bright. There's something on your face, in your arm, and you whine at the feeling, skin pulling taut beneath tape.

"Hey, hey. You're alright." It's Simon, Simon's voice around you, pulling you closer, and your vision focuses, to see the two very concerned, very frantic faces of your boyfriends hovering over you.

"There she is." Johnny breathes.

"What..." You look around. This is a hospital. Why are you in the hospital? "What happened?" Just being in a place like this makes you anxious, sends your pulse rate higher, and they both glance up at the sound of the hurried beeping coming from the monitor.

"Ye're okay. It's alright, darling. Take a deep breath."

"We couldn't wake you up." Simon explains from your right, sitting back in a chair that's been pulled to the side of the bed. He clutches your hand, kissing your knuckles. "You were wheezing and it-" He stops abruptly, swallowing. He looks scared, you realize, and when you look at Johnny's face, you see it too. The fear. The worry.

"Ye sounded like ye were in pain." Johnny says. "We called for an ambulance and brought ye here."

"Am... am I okay?" You whisper, and they both smile, gently. Sweetly.

"You're okay, darling. You're going to be fine. You're on a strong course of antibiotics and we're going to take you home tomorrow." Simon assures, still holding onto your hand. Johnny perches on the bed by your hip, leaning over to kiss you, lips on your cheek for a lingering second.

"They said we can stay with ye tonight." He gestures to the little pull out bed by the window, and a recliner that has a pillow and blankets stacked on it. "Hospital sleepover. We're all goin' eat jello." He thumbs your cheek, and you both smile, eyes wandering to where Simon sits like stone, severe expression on his face. "She's alright, Si. See?" Johnny murmurs, and he nods.

"I know." He clears his throat. "I know she is." You squeeze his hand.

"Everything's goin' be alright." Johnny continues, and Simon's eyes shudder for a second, slipping shut when he takes a deep breath. When he opens them, he looks calmer, more steadfast, and you smile at him.

"How about that jello, then?"

[tiyanasfantasy]

He’s Mine ❦.

wussupp 😼!

i’m bored and i was watching this tiktok and it had this sound and i wanted to write something for it soo, yea

im still getting used to writing again so don’t expect nothing too good, ALSO TY FOR THE LOVE ON MY LAST POST 🥹!

i jus wan 👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽..

EREN x Blackfem!Reader ❦.

Warnings: Language, not proofread,Yall a lil toxic,

enjoy ❦.

you and connie broke up everyday, this was nothing new.

y’all had got into an argument today because some girl had responded to his story on instagram saying “#NeedThat” and this boy thought it was funny and started entertaining it, even tho he was mostly trolling and you and him both know he’d never cheat it still made you mad cause… wtfk??

“bro yn you overreacting, you know ion want that btc, you actin like i was asking her on a date or sum shii, ian even say nothing that indicated i wanted her.” he said while he was waving the phone around in your face trying to show you he had blocked her.

“ion gaf bout you blocking her, why tfk you texting her back and entertaining her anyways?? you know how embarrassing ts is for me?”

eren lowk knew he was wrong and that he should just give in and tell you he’s sorry, but the nga so stubborn and sassy that he just had to win the argument.

“you know what yn, ionc no more you wanna be mad, be mad, im tired of yo shii.”

he walked over to the dresser and put on a shirt, then grabbed his keys and started walking towards the front door.

“so you just leaving ? like you always do when you know you wrong, it’s not that fucking hard to apologize instead of acting like a lil btc about it.”

one thing about eren, he don’t play that b wrd shii.

he turned around and looked at you (he was muggin real hard 2)

“bro, keep running yo fkin mouth, see what happen” idk who he was feelin like, but he was pointing all in yo face n shii.

“boy you better gtf outta my face”

he scoffed and started walking to the door again, before he left out he said “we done” you rolled your eyes and said “type shii”

like i said before, this wasn’t nothing new. you knew he was gone be back in the next 24 hours (or less)

time skip: 4 hours later, it’s 8:30.

eren was at a party (hoin, ofc) and you seen on his story that he out was showin out?? he had girls dancing all on him and shii, ouu girll.

so ofc, you bein you, had to show him how to really act bad. you fixed yo hair, made sure the lace was melted honey, did yo makeup and got dressed, you called sasha, mikasa, zar, and jatavia and told them what the move was.

when yall got to the party, first thing you see, this ho ass boy getting twerked on, you ain’t really care tho, he wasn’t really touching her so you didn’t mind that bad, but that was still yo nga so it pyo a little bit, but once again, you bein you, you went yo to jean and started throwin downnn.

Jatavia started laughing “Girl he gone getcho lil ass” “he doin the the shit, idc.”

girl lemme tell you, when eren looked up and seen ts he was ready to crash out damn near, but him, bein the sassy lil princess he is, had to 1 up you.

he grabbed this this girl byyyy her neck and kissed her??? not only that he was making eye contact with you while he did it.

then then he pulled away from the kiss and lead the ho out the door ..

ts blew yo whole mood, but you didn’t let it show ofc, you left the party like 20 mins later tho.

the next day

you were getting ready to go to another party ony was throwing, you and Jatavia were getting ready to meet sasha, mikasa, and zar there.

15 minutes later yall get there, yall having a good time, you really only went out tn to get yesterdays events out of your head.

sure yall not together “technically” and eren could do what he wanted but that’s wasn’t the point. it’s the principle of the situation.

after dancing for a bit you went into the kitchen to get something to drink, when you walked in you seen Eren, Armin, Connie, Ony, and Jean passing the splif around.

“hey yn” connie said nodding his head up at you smirking as he looked back and forth between you and eren.

“don’t piss me off rn” you said while you were digging through the fridge. “ony where all yo good drinks at damn?” you pulled a capri sun out then leaned again the fridge.

“fuck is you staring at” you looked at eren and mugged him when you seen him staring at you.

“i’m sorry ma, you straight?” you rolled your eyes “you kissed that ho infront me and everybody else, then proceeded to take the bitch hand and go somewhere and fuck her? you dead to me.”

Ony, Armin, Jean and Connie was sitting there being messy sayin shii like “he said her shii was trash” “he miss you tho” “ok but he diddd say sorry”

“first off” he walked in front of you, leaning on the island.

“i didn’t touch her, i was just doin that to get a reaction out of you, then you was twerking on jean??”

“only cause you was letting that bitch twerk on you”

as you were talking, that same lil ho walked into the kitchen.

“girl you just mad i took yo nga, everytime yall into it he be with me, beating shii down.” she stood next to eren and crossed her arms, you looked at him with that “dpmo” look then back at her.

“ma, she lyin i swear, only thing i ever did with her was kiss, and i only did it once, which was yesterday.” eren said while moving away from her and going next to you.

the girl rolled her eyes “you just gone sit there and lie?, tell her the truth.”

(this story alr corny but here come the cornier part 😂)

before eren could defend himself you spoke up…

“He might be doing you, but he's thinkin' about me so, baby, think about another lover, and go find another brother”

then here go connie “Period sis, clock it.”

the girl rolled her eyes “girl boo, that’s not yo nga. he fa me.”

“I know he's my man, he's all in my hands, It feels good when he calls my name, Don't you wish you had the same? Feeling disgust working your stuff 'Til he thinks about mine, Now he's feeling real high, You ask why? cause he's mine.”

she was getting a lil mad too, then connie and them in the back being messy tb “she clocking you boo” lil sassy tails. then eren just sitting there laughing at them.

“that’s not what he saying last not tho. “ooo to shii so fye, the bets i ever had.” he love me suh, i love him too.” she said with a petty smile on her face.

erens eyes widen at this, this was really delusional?? “nihh wtfk?? on everything i love i wasn’t witchu last night, after i took you outside i got in my car, by myself, and went to connie shii.”

“Tell you something that just ain't cool, Never fall in love with a man who don't love you, oh, I wouldn't waste my time telling you something wrong,You've been with him one night, and now he's coming home.”

connie:”I know that’s right”

He's mine, you may have had him once, But I got him all the time, Went out on a date, wasn't out too late, Took you to a room, and you gave it up too soon, Played you like a trick 'cause you let him hit, Now he's coming home to a lover that is strong, I got all his love, baby, don't try to take it, You wanted a piece, you were mistaken, 'Cause he belongs to me, Baby, can't you see?

eren pulled in you for a kiss making eye contact with the girl, “i’m sorry ma, shoulda never did that. i love you.” the girl shook her head and walked away.

“you fucked her eren?” he sucked his teeth “you know ian fuck her, this to dck, i promise ian touch her.”

you looked up at him, you know he didn’t do nothing with her. you pecked his lips.

“let’s go home.”

YALL this so cornyyy wtf 😭… also i rushed the end cause i got bored + i ran out of ideas so sorry if it seemed rushed or youn like it .

but ty for reading!

gimme some requests on some songs yall wanttt !!

bye bye

kisses 💋. gn ilyy ❦.

[punkshort]

look what we've become - ch.5

Chapter Summary: On the road to take Ellie back to her family, you finally figure out what's been holding you back about your future with Joel.

Chapter Warnings: language, smut (18+ MDNI), piv sex, fear of commitment, discussions of pregnancy

WC: 7.1K

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"Joel, come on. We spent the better part of a year out there every single day, you know I can handle myself," you said, trying to reason with him.

His pulse thrummed in his throat, anger still bubbling just below the surface as he paced around the kitchen, opening and slamming cupboards mindlessly.

"Do I need to remind you of all the shit that happened in that year?" he replied angrily, still pacing around the kitchen, burning off his nervous energy.

"No," you said softly, and he squeezed his eyes shut, guilt immediately washing over him.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, and you shook your head.

"It's fine."

Sighing, his palms roughly rubbed his face. He hated this feeling. He just wanted to keep you safe, but he knew he couldn't control you, either. And for whatever reason, you were hellbent on taking this girl back to her family.

"Please," he said, resorting to begging now. "Please don't go. I got a bad feelin' 'bout this."

"But you're going with me," you said, taking a few steps towards him. He eyed you wearily, but he could feel his resolve breaking. "You can keep me safe."

"Yeah, 'cause I did such a great job the first time," he muttered.

"I'm alive, aren't I?" you countered. He dropped his chin to his chest, and you knew you were wearing him down. Stepping forward to close the gap, you tentatively placed your hands on his shoulders and leaned into his chest. His fingers itched to touch you, but he refrained, his stubbornness winning the fight.

"I'm sorry 'bout what I said," he told you, his lips brushing against the top of your head.

"I told you it was fine."

"I meant what I said at Tommy's," he replied, looking behind you at the wall, avoiding eye contact. "That was low."

You swallowed the lump in your throat and took a step back with a shrug.

"I probably deserved it," you said. "Don't worry about it."

"No, you don't deserve it. Don't say that," he said, furrowing his brow and looking at you now. "I'm just sore about it, still."

"I know," you said quietly. You looked at one another for a moment, each of you unsure how to navigate this rough patch on top of everything else.

"Is there anythin' I can do to talk you outta this?"

"Short of tying me down, no," you said with a smirk.

"Don't gimme any ideas," he said, and although he was trying to sound serious, the corners of his mouth pulled up into a barely perceptible grin.

"Would that make you feel better, baby?" you asked lowly. His eyes fluttered shut and he felt a stirring below his waist at the tone in your voice.

"Don't do that," he warned, but his voice held no conviction.

"Do what?" you asked innocently.

"You're tryin' to distract me."

"Is it working?"

"You know it is."

You hummed and took a step forward. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him down, giving him a soft kiss before leaving a slow trail of kisses along his scruffy jaw.

"This ain't fair," he sighed, closing his eyes and giving in, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer, pressing you against his body.

"I know," you whispered, running the tip of your tongue all the way down his neck until you reached his collarbone. You grazed your teeth along the sensitive skin there, and he shuddered.

"If you know, then why're you doin' it?"

"Because you haven't touched me in weeks, and I need you," you said before sucking a bruise into his skin and leaving out the underlying reason: you needed to feel close to him.

"Fuck, sweetheart, c'mon," he complained weakly, but you knew you already won.

"Okay, I'll stop," you said suddenly, untangling yourself from him and stepping backwards. "I have other things I need to do anyway, like get ready for this trip."

He had you pushed up against the wall in a heartbeat, pulling your knees up so your legs clung to his waist for support, grinding his hips into you with a groan. You gasped when his mouth latched onto your neck, biting and licking aggressively as you clutched his broad shoulders.

"That kid gonna walk in here?" he asked, voice muffled against your neck.

"I locked the door when I came in."

"Good girl," he said, his big hands gripping your ass as he stepped you both away from the wall and walked you towards the living room, his mouth barely leaving your body in the process.

He dropped you both on the couch with a grunt, your legs falling open now that they didn't need to support you. Dragging his face off of your neck, you pulled him up for a deep kiss, his tongue instantly invading your mouth while his hands fumbled with the button on your shorts. You wiggled your body so you could free yourself of your shirt, only breaking contact with Joel for a moment. His hands cupped your breasts and he let out an appreciative groan, rolling your nipple between his fingers, making you whimper into his mouth.

You could tell he needed you just as badly, the desperation was rolling off of him in waves. He only managed to pull down his jeans a few inches, freeing himself from his pants quickly. Tucking his chin down so he could line himself up, he pulled the bottom of his T-shirt up and held it between his teeth, not letting it go until he sunk the tip of his cock into you. His jaw relaxed with a soft moan, T-shirt fluttering back down to cover his stomach and his forehead coming to rest gently on your shoulder as he slowly stretched you open.

"Oh, fuck," you gasped, eyes screwed shut as you focused entirely on that blissful feeling of him first entering you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," you chanted until he bottomed out with a groan.

"God, I missed that so much," you whined, clutching his shoulders as you adjusted to his size. You felt him sigh with relief on top of you, unmoving, just enjoying the feeling for a few moments. Your fingers relaxed on his shoulders and you raked them gently over his back and up through his hair, your nails scraping over his scalp in the way that made him shiver.

Suddenly, his hands shot up and snagged both your wrists, pinning them down on either side of your head and into the couch cushion. He leaned up, all his weight pressing into your wrists as he looked down at you.

"Didn't you say somethin' about tyin' you down?" he asked with a smirk. Recognition flashed across your eyes and you grinned.

"I did," you said, and you felt him twitch inside you.

"This'll have to do," he told you, rolling his hips into you for the first time. You moaned, your hands instinctively trying to move to grab him, but you could only stretch out your fingers. He tsked at you, rolling his hips more.

"Nuh uh," he teased, feeling your muscles flexing under his grip. "Why d'you insist on drivin' me crazy all the damn time, huh?"

You mumbled something unintelligible as a response, too distracted, the sensation of his thick cock dragging in and out of you commanding your full attention. Each and every inch of him pushing into you, making your head swim and your thighs tense.

"Had so much to say earlier, not so much anymore," he said, snapping his hips into you faster, your breaths coming in sharp gasps. His fingers squeezed around your wrists, watching as your tits bounced with every harsh thrust.

"Maybe next time they're lookin' for volunteers, I'll just fuck you to keep your mouth shut," he said with a grunt as he felt you clench around him, his hips stuttering for a second before he picked his pace back up.

"Joel," you whined. Your biceps ached from straining against his grip, not realizing how much you enjoyed touching him until you couldn't do it, and now it was all you wanted.

"Oh, shit," he gasped, his orgasm sneaking up on him faster than he expected. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to focus. He opened his eyes again just to find yours were screwed tight, head tipped to the side, and lower lip trapped between your teeth.

"Look at me," he commanded, but you ignored him. Eyes closed, head still tilted away. "Look at me and tell me what you need," he said more firmly now. Urgently. Your eyes snapped open and you gazed up at him.

"Touch me," you whispered, and he instantly brought both your arms above your head, crossing your wrists so he could hold them down with one hand, freeing the other to slip between your bodies. Your eyes widened and your jaw fell open, drawing a loud moan from your throat the moment he made contact. You began to rock your hips upwards, meeting him thrust for thrust as his thumb pressed circles into your clit faster.

"C'mon," Joel begged, trying so hard to hold back so you could come first. "C'mon, I need to feel it, come for me."

You lifted your back off the couch, arching as you felt your orgasm swell. His name was stuck in your throat, body rigid for a moment as it washed over you, your fingers digging into his and nearly drawing blood.

"Oh, f-fuck, fuck yes," he groaned, slamming himself into you over and over, fucking you through it until your body relaxed under him. He pulled out quickly, stroking himself before he stilled, watching in a daze as he painted your stomach with his spend.

He released your wrists, panting as he sat back onto the couch and closed his eyes.

"Joel, can you-" you began to ask if he would hand you a tissue, but he cut you off, figuring out your request for himself.

"Yeah, hold on," he said, fixing his pants before standing up with a grunt and grabbing the tissue box, pulling one out and then carefully cleaning you up. You watched him as he stayed focused on his task, then frowned when he paused for a moment as he stared at your torso, lost in thought. You reached a hand out to twist the ends of his hair between your fingers, and that seemed to snap him out of it. Still avoiding your gaze, he finished cleaning you with a sigh, then dropped his head forward between his shoulders.

You thought maybe he was thinking about your conversation about kids since he had made sure to pull out this time, but when his thumb stretched up to graze the scars along your ribs, you realized you were wrong.

"Joel-"

"You could've died," he said, lifting his head to look at the scars you were rewarded years ago for saving his life. You curled his hair around your finger before tucking it behind his ear.

"You could've died, too," you countered.

"I don't care 'bout me, I care 'bout you."

"Well, I don't care about me, I care about you," you shot back. He sighed and leaned forward, wrapping his arms around your naked body and resting the side of his head against your stomach.

"Please stay home," he whispered.

"I... I can't," you told him.

"Why?"

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, wishing so badly that you could tell him Ellie's secret, but you made her a promise.

"Because she's scared, Joel. And she asked me. She was crying, you didn't see her," you explained. "When she found out I wasn't going, she was devestated."

"She was crying?" he asked in disbelief, lifting his head from your stomach to look at you, and you nodded.

He sighed again, defeated, and rubbed his eyes.

"Fine," he said, sounding tired. He reached behind him to find your clothes and handed them back to you, piece by piece, as you dressed yourself.

"It's only a couple of weeks," you assured him, standing up to button your shorts. He straightened and looked down at you.

"Suppose it's best you aren't here, anyway," he acquiesced. "Just in case these people see through our bullshit."

"Right," you said, chewing on your lower lip. "But they don't know where we live."

"No, but I got a feelin' they could find out if they really wanted to," he replied, walking back toward the kitchen and leaving you with yet another concern that would keep you up at night.

It was early in the morning as you and Joel silently made your way through the sleeping town towards the front gate. On your back you carried your pack with your rolled up sleeping bag strapped to the bottom, same as Joel. You felt unusually nervous, most likely due to Joel putting all those ideas in your head that something will go wrong. Or maybe it was because you hardly spent much time outside the walls of Jackson anymore, and you were worried you had become too soft, too accustomed to a domestic life, that you wouldn't remember how to survive in the woods.

"Last chance," Joel muttered beside you. You glanced up at him and gave him a smirk.

"Nice try," you told him.

With the front gate now in view, you could see three figures huddled in the darkness with only the light from the stable to illuminate them. Tommy noticed you coming first, looking up with a nod and causing Ellie to twist around with a wide grin. When she noticed Joel at your side, her smile faltered a bit, but she didn't say anything.

"You all ready to go?" Tommy asked, sleep still clouding his eyes. Joel nodded, glancing once at Ellie before looking away.

"We're gonna have to go on foot, not enough horses left behind for patrol and Eugene's crew," Maria said regrettably. You weren't bothered. You would be quieter on foot, anyway.

You left through the gate and began heading south through the mountains, your gun lying heavy against your back. When you first arrived in Jackson, it felt strange to not be armed all the time, like you were missing something, but now it was the opposite: you felt hyper aware of the handgun in the back of your jeans and the blade strapped to your ankle. Every step, you felt the objects brush against your skin, the metal irritating and reminding you of the danger that potentially lied ahead.

"Thought he said he wouldn't help take me back home," Ellie said quietly so Joel wouldn't overhear, falling in step next to you.

"Changed his mind," you told her, looking up at the back of his head several feet ahead of you. "See? He isn't so bad."

"Yeah, I guess not," she replied. "Still hates me, though."

"He doesn't hate you, Ellie. He's just frustrated with the whole situation," you assured her.

"Did you... tell him?" she asked you very quietly, and you shook your head quickly.

"Absolutely not," you told her, giving her a serious look. She nodded, looking relieved.

"Well, thanks. For not saying anything, and for coming with me. It's not that I don't like Tommy and Maria, it's just..." she trailed off, not sure how exactly to articulate her feelings, but she didn't have to.

"I know," you said with a smile. "You just like me the best."

She laughed and you grinned, knocking your shoulder into her lightly as you walked.

The group of you made it down the mountains with no issues. No infected, no people, not even any animals. You knew it was due to being so isolated, but it still made you feel a little less anxious. You made decent time the first day, surprising since you had thought Ellie would have slowed you down a bit, but the girl was quick on her feet and kept pace with the adults.

It was nearing September and the weather was usually the most comfortable this time of year. It was still warm, but not as sweltering as it had been. If you had to sleep on the forest floor, at least it wasn't the middle of winter.

You rolled out your sleeping bag next to Joel's, and Ellie rolled hers out near the other side of you. Not next to you, but close. Tommy and Joel had managed to snag a couple rabbits with your old bow, which meant you could conserve the dry goods you brought with you.

Taking watch at night wasn't so bad when there were four of you sharing the burden. It meant your shifts were shorter and much more tolerable. When it was your turn, you couldn't help but glance over at Joel while he slept restlessly on top of his sleeping bag. It was all coming back to you now that you were out in the forest like this. The way you and Joel used to make camp, take watch, hunt, scavenge. You could see the change in him almost immediately: his radar going up, constantly on high alert. He had a knack for survival early on. He knew right away you needed shelter, weapons, food, clothes. And he knew the smartest ways to get all those things. You, on the other hand, were a little slower at learning how to live like this, and this time was no exception. But you felt it coming back to you with each passing hour. You wondered if Joel ever had a hard time readjusting to life out in the wilderness, too, or if he never let it go in the first place.

It took Maria three whole days to finally corner you alone on the trail to talk. You were surprised it took her that long.

"He seems like he came around to this whole thing," she began, nodding in Joel's direction. You shrugged.

"I didn't give him much of a choice," you said with a smirk. "He's convinced something's going to happen, you know how he gets. He's... protective," you said, choosing your words carefully.

"Yeah, I can't really blame him, considering what you guys have been through," she said, glancing over at Tommy who was bringing up the rear. "I imagine if half that shit happened to me and Tommy, he would be a little protective too."

You hummed in agreement, watching Ellie dig her walking stick into the ground with each step she took, leaving little divots in the dirt behind her.

"So," Maria began, clearing her throat. "It kind of feels like something might have happened with you two after that little scare."

You sucked in air through your teeth and glanced nervously behind you at Tommy, making sure he couldn't hear you before replying.

"Didn't exactly go well," you admitted.

"I figured, given that comment at our house the other day," she said.

You caved and gave her the bullet points of the argument, not wanting to chance being overheard. You told her your reservations about having kids, and Joel's assumption that you would want them. You chose to leave out most of the hurtful things each of you had said to the other and focused on your concern about your future together and whether or not you would find a fair compromise.

"You don't even want to get married?" she asked, and you sighed.

"I don't know, Maria. I'm scared and I'm not sure why," you said quietly.

"Well, before the outbreak, did you see yourself getting married and having a family?"

You paused, knowing where she was going.

"Yes," you replied slowly.

"So it's not a matter of never wanting to. It must be a fear related to the outbreak, right?" she asked, and again you shrugged.

"I guess."

"Do you trust him?"

"Of course!" you said, almost insulted.

"Okay, okay. I know you love him, and you trust him, so what else is there? What could possibly make you so scared that you don't want to commit yourself to the man who worships the ground you walk on?" She was really pushing, laying it on thick and trying to drag it out of you.

"Because I'm afraid of losing him," you said quickly, the words tumbling out before you even had a chance to think. You stopped in your tracks, Maria doing the same and motioning for Tommy to walk ahead of you while you collected your thoughts. He gave you both a confused look as he wandered past, but he kept moving. Maria urged you to keep walking so it wouldn't draw the group's attention.

"What do you mean?" she prompted.

"This world we live in now, Maria," you began, focusing your eyes on the ground so you didn't have to look at her. "I'm terrified. Every time he leaves Jackson, I'm terrified he won't come back. Ever since that accident in the barn last year-" you stopped talking. You could feel your throat squeezing shut, remembering how awful it was for those three days when he didn't wake up, anticipating the worst.

"I know," she said, rubbing your arm as she walked next to you. She was there at the infirmary with you that night he was brought in, she remembered what you went through.

"We're so lucky to have found Jackson," you said after taking a deep breath. "But it doesn't mean bad things still can't happen. And I think if we were to get married, if we had that one perfect day filling my memory and Tommy or Jesse or Eugene come back home without him, I would never survive it. And how would I explain that to a child? I'm not strong enough for that."

Tears were streaming steadily down your cheeks now. You did your best to wipe them away with your hand but they were coming too fast. Maria pulled her pack around to her front so she could find a clean rag and handed it to you.

"I think-"

"And then what?" you continued, on a roll now and cutting her off. "I would have this ring on my finger, this constant reminder every single day of what I lost. Because you know I could never take it off. I could never move on. It would just be there, weighing me down every single day until I'm dead!"

You hadn't realized your voice was rising until Tommy turned his head to look at you curiously. You took a shaky breath in and angled your face to the ground so he wouldn't see your tears.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry," you whispered, looking back up at Maria. "You just got engaged and here I am telling you all this horrible shit."

"Actually, everything you just said makes me feel the exact opposite," she said with a grin. You frowned, waiting for her to continue.

"If Tommy weren't to come home one day, I would feel like my world ended, of course. But you know what else?"

You shook your head, your tears finally slowing.

"After all that pain washed away, I would still have that one perfect day filling my memory, just like you said. I would hopefully have kids that I could look at and see a piece of him. Every day. I would have those memories, those moments with me forever. And if I have that, he would never be really gone, you know?"

Her eyes glistened as she spoke, but she was smiling. You blinked at her, rolling her words around in your head, unsure what to do with them.

"Just think about it," she said to you. "Do whatever makes you happy, but don't let fear hold you back. That's no way to live."

You nodded and turned to look back at the rest of the group traipsing through the forest, your eyes landing on Joel last, who was leading you all through the trees. Always so strong, unwavering, and sure of himself. He was a survivor. So what made you doubt him now?

"Just take what we absolutely need, and be quick," Joel told the everyone firmly. You were standing outside a run down gas station somewhere in the middle of Utah, a little more than halfway to Phoenix. "Restock our food, first aid, whatever, and then we're movin' out. We're already behind schedule as it is," he continued, brow furrowed in frustration.

You knew he wanted to get back home, but even he had to admit the trip was going as smooth as possible so far. Only twice did you come across a few infected in your travels, and both times you were able to take them down quietly and without anyone getting hurt. It had been so long since you had seen one, you had nearly forgotten what they looked like. Or maybe as time went on, they just got uglier.

You walked into the store behind Joel, Ellie right on your heels, as you did a quick sweep of the room. It was small and easy to confirm it was safe.

"I'm gonna check out the back, make sure there's no surprises," Maria said softly next to you, and you nodded.

"I'm right behind you," you said.

"No, that's alright, I can do it," she said hurriedly, and before you could protest, she was slipping behind the stockroom door.

"Tommy, c'mere. Let's see if there's any gas left and if any of these cars are workin'," Joel whispered to his brother, and Tommy nodded in agreement, zipping his pack shut after he stuffed it full of expired nuts and beef jerky. Before he left, Joel turned back to you and Ellie.

"Be careful," he said, staring at you, and you nodded. "And no foolin' around," he added, now looking straight at Ellie, refusing to look away until she rolled her eyes and nodded. He ticked his jaw and picked up the gas can he found on one of the shelves, leaving just the two of you to explore.

"Be cool if we got a car," she said to you as she poked around the aisles, looking for anything worthwhile. "My parents never had one."

"Oh, no?"

"I don't think so. Maybe when I was really small they did, but I can't remember. My parents mostly took the bus or trains," she trailed off with a shrug.

"It's been a while since I've been in a car, myself," you murmured, sifting through the dry goods on the shelves.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" Ellie said, looking around to make sure Maria was still in the back.

"Sure," you replied, scrunching your nose at some pop tarts that looked a little past their prime.

"Do you think doctors could make a cure?"

You stopped what you were doing to give her your full attention now.

"I mean, like, with my blood or whatever," she added.

"I don't know, Ellie. Science was never my best subject," you joked.

"But if there were some doctors out there who knew how vaccines were made, do you think they could do it?"

You had never really given the idea of a vaccine much thought. When Ellie told you her secret, you weren't thinking about a vaccine. You were thinking about the rare gift she was given, that being immune would give her the chance at a good, long life. And she deserved to have that with her family.

Then something clicked about the Fireflies.

"Ellie," you said slowly. "The Fireflies. They were based in two different hospitals, right?" She nodded. "Were they trying to develop a vaccine? Is that why they wanted Joel and Tommy to take you to Salt Lake City?"

"Yes," she admitted quietly. You took a deep breath, trying to pick your questions carefully and wondering why she didn't tell you this in the first place.

"And were you okay with that?"

"Not exactly. But Marlene said because I'm a minor, I didn't have a say," she told you.

"That's not true!" you said, feeling your anger flare. "Of course you have a say."

She shrugged, seeming indifferent, but you knew something about it must have bothered her if she brought it up. You were about to ask her more questions when you heard a box fall in the stock room. You whipped your head around and pulled out your gun, ushering Ellie behind you as you made your way over to the door. You nudged it open and peeked inside, your gun pointed at the floor.

"It's alright, it's just me!" Maria called out. You let out a sigh of relief and shoved the gun back in your jeans before pushing the door open all the way, finding Maria hunched over the floor scooping up floss and toothpaste that had spilled from the box.

"Find anything good?" you asked, your eyes roaming over the picked over shelves.

"Uh, not really," she said, shoving the box back against the wall. She stood up to look at you, her hand strategically hidden behind her back as she glanced down at her backpack on the floor near your feet, reaching out a hand.

"Do you mind?" she asked, motioning towards the pack.

"Oh, sure," you said, picking it up and handing it to her. She avoided eye contact and quickly snatched the bag from your grip. You raised an eyebrow at her curiously, but let it go, deciding to grill her later when Ellie wasn't around.

"Oh, cool, check it out!" Ellie exclaimed from the small break room. She popped her head out and raised a comic above her head. "I don't have this one yet!"

"Nice!" you said with a smile. There were so few pleasures the kid had, and that silly comic book series was one of them.

You heard the bell ding from the front of the store, then Tommy calling out Maria's name. The three of you headed back out to find Joel and Tommy waiting for you.

"All good?" Joel asked you.

"Yep. Ready to go?"

"Hell yeah, we are. With a new set of wheels," Tommy said with a grin, leading you out of the store and into the parking lot, where a dark green pickup truck was running idle.

"Wow, a '96 Dodge Ram, my dream car," you said teasingly, and you caught Joel smirk out of the corner of your eye. You took his hand and stopped, letting the others go ahead and pack their things into the truck, talking excitedly amongst themselves.

"This is great, Joel. Thank you," you said, looking up at him and giving his hand a squeeze.

"Don't gotta thank me," he replied. You took a moment to searching his eyes, only to see the affection he held for you reflected right back. Even after everything you put him through, his love for you never wavered. You brought a hand up to cup his cheek, lost in thought, and he gave you a curious look.

"You alright?" he asked. You blinked and dropped your hand.

"Yeah. Let's go," you said. Walking toward the truck, you slipped into the back of the cab where Maria sat behind Tommy with Ellie wedged between you both in the back.

"Let's get as many miles as we can under our belts before sundown," Joel said with a grunt as he lifted himself into the passenger seat in front of you.

"A proper road trip, with gas station snacks and all," Tommy said, shifting the truck into drive and heading out onto the open road.

By the end of the day you had made it to the Arizona border. Joel seemed like he was in a much better mood, either due to the truck or making up time on the road. Probably both. You noticed he even cracked a smile at a dumb joke Ellie told Tommy around the fire. In fact, everyone seemed to be in a good mood, except for Maria. She was unusually quiet and only offered up tight smiles when Tommy and Joel were telling a story and sharing a flask of whiskey.

Guilt began to creep into the back of your mind. She didn't seem bothered by it at the time, but maybe what you said about marriage and children sat with her and now you were giving her doubts, as well.

That night when you woke her up to take her turn on watch, you decided to stay awake a little longer when you knew no one could overhear you and find out what was going on.

"You seemed quiet today, everything okay?" you asked her as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She sighed and glanced around at the other three members of your group, confirming they were sound asleep, before standing up from her sleeping bag and picking up her rifle. She tipped her head towards the trees, indicating that you should follow. Once you were far enough away to talk quietly, she stopped to root around in her jacket pocket.

"If this is about what I said yesterday, I am so sorry," you began. "Don't listen to me, I obviously have my own shit to work through and you shouldn't let it effect you and Tommy."

"Huh?" she said, raising an eyebrow until she realized what you meant. "Oh! I already told you, that didn't bother me at all. But the timing of that conversation is kind of ironic..."

"What do you mean?" you asked.

She held something out to you in the dark. You took it from her and stepped more into the moonlight so you could get a better look.

"What is... ohmygod!" you nearly yelled, slapping your hand over your mouth at the last minute to muffle your voice. "Maria!" you whisper shouted, eyes wide, looking back and forth between her and the strip of plastic in your hand. She was grinning like an idiot with tears in her eyes. You pulled her into a tight hug.

"You're pregnant!" you said quietly, and you felt her nod. You stepped back and wiped the tears from your eyes. "Does Tommy know?"

"Not yet, I literally just took it today. I thought maybe I had just put on weight or something, then I was wondering how the hell a fourteen year old can keep up on the trail better than me, and I just had a hunch," she said excitedly.

"Oh, wow," you breathed, looking back down at the test in your hand before giving it back to her. "Congratulations! This is... amazing!"

"Thank you," she said, staring down at the test like she still couldn't believe it. "I'll tell him in the morning. I think I just needed a bit of time to get my head around it, first."

"Yeah, of course," you said, nodding. Then your thoughts drifted to Joel, and as if she was reading your mind, Maria gave you an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, I know this is a sore topic for you guys-"

"No, don't you dare be sorry. There's nothing to be sorry about. We'll be fine," you assured her.

"Okay," she said, still smiling as she took a deep breath and pocketed the test.

The next morning, Maria pulled Tommy aside to tell him the good news. Joel and Ellie hung their heads over their breakfast sleepily and physically jumped when Tommy's voice carried through the trees. Joel stood up, at first unsure if there was danger, then sat back down in a huff when he saw his brother was smiling.

"Would'ya keep it down?" Joel seethed as Tommy and Maria walked back into earshot. "You're gonna attract attention with all that noise."

"Sorry," Tommy said with a wide grin, looking back at Maria fondly. Joel looked at him expectantly, waiting for Tommy to explain himself. You held your breath when he finally spoke.

"We're gonna have a baby!" Tommy announced gleefully. You stood and gave him a warm smile before enveloping him into a tight hug, whispering congratulations in his ear before moving to Maria to give her the same treatment, pretending it was your first time hearing the news.

"No shit," Ellie was saying with a smirk. She offered Tommy and Maria both an awkward hug. "Congrats!"

Finally, you allowed your gaze to drift over to Joel, who hadn't moved a muscle, staring straight ahead. Your eyes flicked over to Maria nervously then back to Joel, everyone waiting for him to say something.

He was lost in thought, hardly even realizing everyone was looking at him when all he could think about was this should have been us. Ellie cleared her throat loudly and Joel blinked, finally snapping out of his fog. His eyes focused on Tommy and he gave him a weak smile before stretching out his hand and giving him a firm shake.

"Congrats," Joel finally managed to say, the word getting mangled in his throat.

Whatever extra time you had made up the day before using the truck was wasted that morning as Tommy and Maria went back and forth over their options. Ultimately, Tommy wanted to be cautious, and considering how close you were to Phoenix and near the end of your journey, decided he and Maria would head back home early.

You didn't see any harm in them leaving: the trip had been quiet and uneventful. Four of you came along as protection that wasn't even necessary.

Even so, at first you thought Joel would protest. But when his brother decided on his plan, Joel had even offered them the truck, saying "I would probably have done the same thing." A sentence that knocked the wind out of you.

Maria and Tommy each gave Ellie a big hug, and she thanked them for taking her in and getting her back to her family, her tone sincere and eyes a little watery. Ellie went to pack up her things and clean up the camp as you and Joel said goodbye to Tommy and Maria.

"Should only be another day on foot, weather looks like it's gonna hold up," Tommy told you both, glancing up at the clear skies.

"And what if her aunt and uncle... ain't with us anymore?" Joel asked, side-eyeing Ellie to make sure she wasn't listening.

"She was telling me a little bit about them when I asked her where they lived. Which reminds me-" Maria reached into her pack to pull out her map with detailed instructions on how to get to the house, and handed it to Joel. "They sounded like preppers. She said he had what sounded like a bunker, with weapons and cameras and shit. So when you get close, keep an eye out. They don't sound like they take kindly to strangers."

Joel nodded, shoving the map into his pack and sliding it back over his shoulders.

"Alright, then. See you in a week or so," Joel said, giving Tommy another handshake before turning around to help Ellie clean up camp. You gave them both a quick hug one more time.

"You gonna be okay?" Maria asked you once Tommy jumped into the drivers seat of the truck.

"Yeah, of course. Just take care of yourself," you said with a smile.

"I will. And remember: think about what I told you," she replied, narrowing her eyes. "You can't let fear run your life."

"I know," you said, taking a deep breath. "Thanks."

She gave you one last smile before climbing into the cab. They gave you all a quick wave as they made their way back North, the silence that they left behind suddenly deafening.

"You ready?" Joel asked, raising his eyebrows at you. You could feel it. The chasm between you was threatening to grow bigger again, pulling you apart just when you were starting to feel like you made a little progress.

"Yep," you said, adjusting the backpack on your shoulders.

Ellie was unusually quiet as you made your way down Route 89, passing signs along the way for the Grand Canyon. Any other time, you would beg Joel to take a detour so you could see it, but you kept your mouth shut.

"You ever been?" you asked Ellie, nodding towards the sign on the side of the road.

"Yeah, once," she said. "The summer before it happened."

You nodded, understanding she was referring to the outbreak and most likely, one of the last few good memories she had with her parents.

"You?" she asked, and you shook your head.

"I grew up in Chicago, that's pretty far from here. My parents didn't go on many vacations," you explained.

"How about you, Joel?" Ellie asked, and you smiled at her obvious attempt at bonding.

"Never saw it, either," he said gruffly. You looked at him in surprise. You had just assumed he would have seen it at some point in his life.

"Did you - are you from Chicago, too?" she asked, surprised that he didn't snap at her for once.

"No," he said, shaking his head. "Me and Tommy grew up in Texas."

"That's not too far away from here. Would you ever go back to visit?"

Joel scoffed and shook his head.

"It's a big state, kid. Would probably take two weeks to get to Austin from here," he said. "Besides, nothin' left there for me anyway. I was livin' in New York City, moved there when I was 24."

You remained quiet; shocked and pleasantly surprised at how open Joel was being with Ellie. You could tell she was happy, too, by the way she was asking more questions to keep him talking.

By the end of the day, you had made it to the city limits of Phoenix. Joel had found a somewhat secluded area near a small stream to set up camp, deciding to venture into the city in the morning. Once you felt confident Ellie had fallen asleep, you wandered out to find Joel keeping first watch, sitting against a tree. You cleared your throat quietly as you approached, but he already knew you were there.

"Hey," you said softly, leaning up against the tree.

"You should get some rest, we got a long day tomorrow," he replied without looking at you.

"I know. Just came to see if you wanted to talk about it."

He took a deep breath and shifted his weight on the ground.

"Not much to say," he replied distantly.

You could tell you weren't going to get much out of him, so you nodded and pushed yourself off the tree, turning to head back to camp.

"Do you think you could ever change your mind?" he asked you suddenly. You stopped and turned around. Your chest ached at the way he looked at you, eyes all wide and soft and hopeful.

"I'm trying," you whispered. And you meant it.

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[stonedcoldfoxtarot]

5 Reasons You’re That Bitch

Something for the hotties and the secret hotties ft. lyrics by Megan the Stallion

Pile 1 -> Pile 2

Pile 3 -> Pile 4

Pile 1

7oS, Hierophant, Empress, 4oC, 7oP, AoS, QoS, 10oP rev, 10oW, 5oW (2oS)

Many of you are strategic and move in silence. Hoes mad, but you ain’t finna stop until you make it to tin-op and do all the things your haters say you could not (NDA)

You live life on your own terms. Don’t give a fuck about what a hatin’ ass bitch gotta say. Cause none of these hoes saying shit to your face and none of these hoes finna see you at the bank (Thot Shit)

Taken or single, men everywhere want you cause you’re a hot girl and you do hot shit. You make him spend his income on your outfit (Girls in the Hood)

You got a body-ody-ody that makes bitches wanna fight. They spend a lifetime tryna get this hot, but you not the one to play with, like a touch-me-not (Body)

You’re a savage, attitude nasty. Talk big shit but your bank account match it. Haters keep your name in their mouth, now they gaggin’ (Savage Remix ft. Beyonce)

Pile 2

Strength rev, Moon, 4oC, KoP rev, 5oC, Hermit, 4oW, 7oP, AoC, Magician (4oP)

You’re a certified freak, 7 days a week. Wet Ass P*ssy, make that pull out game weak. Some of you don’t cook and you don’t clean, but let you tell it, you got that ring (WAP)

You a real ass bitch, you know you got it lit. All year round it’s a hot girl summer, got a whole lot of options cause they know a bitch poppin’ (Hot Girl Summer ft. Nicki Minaj)

Every day you wake up paid and pretty. Bitches gotta come get their man before you put em in a trance. Cause you got that super nova..that grip, that choker (Cognac Queen)

Pile 2, you ‘bout your money, p*ssy out when you feelin’ real cunty. Men like you thick with the accent county, would sell their soul for a sniff of your undies (Tuned In Freestyle)

Fake ass bitches, fake ass hoes…you tint your windows and lock your doors. When you dip off everybody talking ‘bout a bitch “went ghost,” but, shit, that’s how you roll (Tina Snow Interlude)

Pile 3

KoW, 5oW, 7oP, 6oP, World, KoS, 3oS rev, AoS, Magician, Moon, KoP

Above all else you know your worth. You like all nice things and you like ice, bling-bing. You tell those boys ‘pipe up if you wanna pipe me’ (Pipe Up)

If a man fumbles you, it’s always his loss. You tell him ‘if you wanna leave then bye-bye-bye. I’m a big girl, so I won’t cry-cry-cry’ (Don’t Rock Me To Sleep)

You keep your hair did, nails did, everything did. You tell him ‘Get it for a bad bitch, spend it for a bad bitch. If you got some money, then trick on a bad bitch’. Pile 3 you a savage. Once you spend his money, you leave ‘em in the past tense (Sugar Baby)

Every time you pop out it gets scary for these hoes. You who every man’s wife fear, a thick-thighed nightmare. You the boogie-bitch, hoe, you every man’s type, yea (Scary ft. Rico Nasty)

Pile 3 you stay on your “Fuck you” shit, cause you done being nice. And when it comes to cuttin’ people off, you don’t ever think twice. Fuck it, bitch, you not nice (Not Nice)

Pile 4

Hanged Man rev, 8oP, Hierophant, 5oC, 2oP, Emperor, KoC, 5oS, Fool, AoC, Magician (8oW)

Might have had some setbacks but that was the past. You ain’t gotta worry ‘bout shit, money good. Cause you been out here grindin’ like you ain’t ate, while these hoes bringing nothing to the table but their plate (Money Good)

Pile 4, you have expensive tastes, only men who hate on you are the ones that can’t afford you. This is a motherfuckin’ broke male warning (Warning)

Bitches don’t like you ‘cause you cocky, well you cannot help that your sexy sell and you’re in love with your sexy self. You need a boo that’s gon’ sex you well (Bless The Booth Freestyle)

Pile 4, you’re all that and a bag of flamin’ hot chips. You a hot girl so talk yo shit (Flamin’ Hottie)

And you couldn’t care less if these bitches don’t like you, cause, like, you’re pretty as fuck. With a face like this and a bitch this paid, shit, what could a hoe say? (Her)

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[ornateorchid]

thinking about Simon taking care of reader when they're hungover :(

cw: sfw, gn!reader, possible ooc (but it's my writing so i do what i want), hangovers, vomiting, fluff

a/n: his was originally supposed to be a poly!141 x reader but I made the beginning too simon centered and then changed my plans lol

You woke up in the morning feeling like complete and utter garbage. You knew it was a bad idea to drink as much as you did the previous night, but Simon had just got back from a mission and you missed him. Now, you're suffering from a horrible hangover. Your head felt like it was about to explode and you could feel your stomach gurgling, a feeling of nausea building up in the back of your throat.

"Oh no," you mumble, quickly getting out of bed and rushing into your bathroom.

As soon as you reach the toilet, you lift the lid and proceed to empty your stomach of all its contents. It was a nasty sight and an even worse feeling.

Simon heard the commotion and made his way to the bathroom, where he saw you hurling into the toilet. He quickly kneeled beside you, holding back your hair and rubbing your back.

"There you go, let it all out," he says gently, watching as your stomach convulses, forcing the liquid out of your body. "You're alright. I've got you."

When you finished, you flushed the toilet and leaned against the wall, completely spent. "I'm not feeling so good, Simon," you say weakly.

"You're just hungover, love. Been a while since you last drank like that, yeah?" he says as he pulls you closer to him, not bothered by the remnants of vomit around your mouth. "How 'bout I draw you a nice bath and wash you up? Then, you can rest for a bit."

You nod your head in agreement. He gets up and starts to fill the bathtub with hot water.

When the tub is full, he helps you undress before undressing himself and climbing into the tub with you. You lean your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes and breathing in the scent of his soap.

"How're you feelin'?" Simon asks, his hand gently splashing water on your chest.

"Like death," you say quietly.

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Do you want some tea? Maybe that'll help settle your stomach."

"Mhm," you hum, still keeping your eyes closed.

"Alright. I'll get you some after we're done here," he pauses for a moment, before adding, "Love you, y'know."

A small smile creeps onto your face. "Love you too, Si. Sorry for making you take care of me after getting back home."

"I wouldn't want it any other way. I'd do anything to spend time with you," he replies as he kisses the top of your head. You don't respond, but based on the way you nuzzle your nose in his neck, he assumes you heard him.

After you're done with the bath, Simon helps you dress in a pair of his boxers and one of his shirts. He wraps his arms around your waist and leads you back to the bed, where he tucks you under the covers.

"Stay right here," he tells you before leaving the room.

You curl up under the blankets, pulling them tightly around yourself. The headache has returned with a vengeance, causing you to whimper.

Simon comes back into the room with a mug of steaming hot tea. He sets it down on the nightstand next to the bed. "Drink up," he says softly.

You take the mug from him and sip it slowly, the warm liquid soothing your aching throat. You drink half of it before setting the mug down. "Thank you," you say softly.

Simon climbs into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close to him. "Get some sleep, sweetheart. I'll be right here when you wake up."

You nod your head, letting yourself relax against his body. He runs his fingers through your hair and presses gentle kisses to your forehead, until eventually, you drift off to sleep.

[melminli]

Poison Paradise

pairing: hazbin hotel x fem. reader

summery - the gang finds out about one of your past relationships, which was kinda - well, actually really bad. you weren't proud that it happened either, but it did, and you couldn't really change that fact. no matter how much you wanted to.

word count: 1.5k

contains: alcohol consumption, toxic relationships, crack, (tw: val), cursing, strong language, sinner reader, sexual themes, demon horniness

Angel Dust felt his way through the liquor cabinet at the bar with all the arms at his disposal, looking for more stuff, stronger stuff - he wasn't necessarily picky, to be honest. The only thing that mattered was that it would make him feel numb. He had already put a good collection of bottles on the counter, and it was a large pile of different stuff. Though, he doubted if any amount of alcohol would be enough today. Fuck it, maybe all of Hell didn't even have enough alcohol for him because after today, Angel believed anything to be possible.

"Get the fuck out of my bar." Husker finally grumbled as he spotted the intruder in his area. "You sit. I make drinks." He said and shoved his emotional figure out by force. He really didn't want to listen to any of his whining right now.

A loud groan was heard in response, one that epitomized Angel's agony. "One fuckin' drink won't be enough this time." He moaned as if he was in pain and draped himself over a bar stool before grabbing one of the bottles he had placed on the counter earlier. He drank the whole thing without looking at the label. "I don't even think all the damn drinks in Hell could fill this horrible feelin' in the deepest parts of my heart." He said, wiping away the liquid that had spilled from the corner of his mouth. He was about to take another bottle, but Husker took it away before it could get anywhere near his mouth.

The cat demon furrowed his eyebrows. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Did you have to fuck an ugly guy at work or something?" He asked him, but that didn't quite seem to be it from Angel's reaction. "Two ugly guys?"

The famous porn star finally looked up with his face. "I wish! If I had to fuck a hundred ugly guys to undo what I've heard, I would!"

Well, maybe he would do it regardless, since it wasn't really in his hands and that was his fucking job, but that wasn't the point right now.

The two girls were just arriving in the main hall when they heard the commotion. Charlie looked a little worried at what Angel was saying. "What did you hear?" She asked, also out of mild curiosity.

At the question, he draped himself dramatically over the bar stool again, as if the mere memory of it was enough to make him nauseous. "I don't even wanna say it out loud. Makes me wanna puke just thinkin' 'bout it."

Every pair of eyes in the room looked around a little confused, but no one really seemed to have a clue what was going on. Vaggie looked to the bartender. "What the hell is wrong with him." She asked with interest but only got a shrug in response.

Several minutes passed as the people in the room busied themselves trying to figure out what seemed to be upsetting poor Angels Dust. Though, It was more Charlie who took on this task, while the other two watched quietly, and Niffty tried to spear a bug with a fork in some corner. Neither of them was really successful at what they were doing.

So since everyone was kind of busy with something else, no one really noticed at first when you came through the door. That was until you spoke up. "Oh, hello, guys. Did I miss today's activity? Damn it, that's such a shame!" You tried to say in a very disappointed manner, with the worst acting skills in history.

You had to end the act somewhat abruptly though, when Angel Dust suddenly pointed an accusing finger at you and yelled out, "Ya and Val were fuckin' each other!" He threw the accusation at you, which to be honest wasn't really that much of a surprise to any one. After all, this was Hell we were talking about, people were fucking each other all the time and we were here talking about the Valentino.

Angel himself realized his mistake. "Well, that's actually not that bad." He mumbled, trying not to sound like a hypocrite. Then he stood from his position and pointed his index finger accusingly at you again. "Ya and that freak were in a lovin', committed relationship!"

Everyone's mouths dropped open and for a few seconds nothing could be heard except the coughing of Husker as he tried to stop himself from choking on his drink.

You looked around the room, slightly on display, not really sure what to say. "Uhhh..." you stuttered, trying to get something out. "...who's Val? I mean seriously, never heard of the guy." You laughed out, sweating.

The cat demon waved his hand in disinterest at what you were saying since you were just bullshitting. "You were dating that evil porn director of the Vees?" He asked disbelievingly. "Is that even possible? I bet that fucker can't even stay committed to a brand of soap."

You looked to the side, slightly ashamed. "Well, he wasn't the evil porn diractor of the Vees when I was dating him." You assured them and then added. "Besides, underneath all that fur is a really nice guy who can be really sweet sometimes!" You shouted out and saw how no one really believed your words, and you couldn't really blame them since you didn't even do it yourself. You tried only telling half the truth, and that didn't seem to work out, so you finally gave up. "Okay, fine. The relationship was toxic as shit and made me want to kill myself. It's not my proudest work. Are you happy now?"

Vaggie looked a little confused. Because what you said and what Angel said didn't really seem to match up. Yours sounded more accurate. "That sounds more like that Val guy."

You shrugged your shoulders and laughed. "Yeah, I really have no idea where you picked that up, Angel." You said, tapping him on the chest. "But I can assure you that it was anything but loving and committed, trust me. You of all people should know best."

Of course he did. When Angel heard about how you and the guy who held him on a leash (in a non-kinky way) were a thing he felt a little betrayed, but it seems like Val also wasn't the best thing that happened to you. "Of course I do, I just didn't think ya did, too." He admitted, leaning a little closer to you. "I still can not believe that this guy was in any kind of relationship, if I'm being honest. I mean, how could ya even convince him to do that?"

You blinked a couple of times. "I didn't have to. He asked me to be his girlfriend." You saw the others look shocked again, and even the two who always had a very uninterested attitude towards most things seemed to want to know more. "I know! I was also really surprised when he did it, I mean it's...Val."

With all the stuff she'd heard so far, Charlie couldn't help but look a little disappointed. "Why did you even get involved with him in the first place if you knew he was bad news?"

You avoided looking at anyone. "Well, I wasn't lying before. He could be nice, sometimes even more than that." You whispered as you thought back to that time. "But most of the time, he wasn't. And he kept promising me that he would change, but that never really lasted for long, so yeah..." you said, shrugging your shoulders like it was nothing. "That's why I broke up with him."

Husker's eyebrows drew together suspiciously. "And he just let you?"

When you only gave a hesitant nod in response, Angel's patience burst. "Ya can't just give a half-assed version of the story! I need all the information down to the smallest detail!" He shouted and shook you by the shoulders.

The Princess of Hell and her girlfriend looked a little worried at the scene before them. Charlie finally spoke up and tried to be the voice of reason by walking between you two. "Maybe it's a sensitive subject for her. We shouldn't force her to tell something that brings up bad memories, don't you think so, Angel?"

At what she said, his grip on you loosened, giving you a chance to escape to a safe distance. "I'm pretty over it to be honest, but I'm not telling shit to a mean bitch!" You exclaimed and then quickly ran away.

At that, the spider demon immediately ran after you like a bullet out of a gun. "Get over here! I'll pull the information out of yer throat if I have to!"

Oh boy. Charlie had hoped that she could have taught you all a valuable lesson through this situation, but unfortunately, that really didn't go as planned. As if anything did around here. She thought to herself with a slight smile on her face.

[whimsical-roasting]

hi can you PLEASE keep going with your Jamie smut headcanons? we simply do NOT have enough and you’re the only one who’s giving us what we need😭

hi!! sorry it took me a min to reply to this, but okay, i'm thinking - bear with me here - dom!jamie in the bedroom *smirks* also, the gif has me feral

this is bout to be disgustingly horny thoughts, and you have been warned, so don't complain to me (that gif is making it so hard for me to focus)

OKAY so... dom!jamie - personally, i think he's a switch, but i'll get the sub aspect in a diff post :)

he's good at being dominant, ofc he is. he's assertive, confident, cocky, and drunk on you.

he'd get to you call him by a title - idk if it'd be 'daddy' necessarily, maybe 'sir'

makes sure there's a safe word - you chose sumn that would make you smile if he said it in his funny lil accent too - "broccoli" (aka 'broc-leh')

he's sitting on an armchair or sumn and he gets you to sit on his lap, your back pressed against his chest - only thing you're wearing is some cute underwear

his voice is low and deep as he whispers in your ear, "be a good girl for me, yea?"

one hand snaking down your body to squeeze your thigh, and the other up your body to wrap around your neck as he pulls you back so your head is on his shoulder, and his lips are ghosting over your ear

he's leaving kisses on your neck and licks the outer shell of your ear, hand still firmly around your throat, just tapping your leg "open"

you open your legs for him, them resting on the outside of his so if he widens his stance you'd be spread further, and his fingers are grazing your inner thigh slowly moving up

he bites at your neck, you whine feeling a shiver go down your spine, so you involuntarily thrust your hips craving his touch where it matters!!

he just slaps your thigh, hand tightening around your throat and his hot breath on your ear, "patience, angel. who's in charge?"

you're flustered and needy, gasping "you", and he just slaps your thigh again, causing you to yelp

"try again, angel" "you are, sir" "mm, better", and he kisses your cheek

he'd rub over your panties, painfully slow. he fucking loves to tease. but he'd pepper you with cheek & neck kisses, "need ya dripping for me, love" "you gonna show me how bad you want me? yea?"

he'd press his fingers harder against your clit but still wouldn't dip under the fabric and it'd drive you insane

you'd be whining on his lap and he'd just be praising you/dirty talking, leaving hot open mouth kisses on your neck, and teasing your nipples

once he's satisfied (he can feel a wet patch growing and he smirking, he feels so fucking smug at how easily your body reacts to his touch)

"on your knees, angel" he'd demand. and you're a lil dazed after his fingers stop moving so you're slow to react, so he gives a lil slap on your pussy, "now."

you hurry to your knees in front of him, your eyes looking at him all big and eager, he just kinda smiles a lil before it turns into a smirk, and he's unbuckling his belt

since he's into fashion, i see him having that off-white yellow industrial belt, and i got a feelin he'd take it off and loosely tie it around your neck cause its so long

your eyes just sparkle as he secures it around your neck, still on your knees but your stomach's quickly pooling with arousal

he undoes his jeans and pulls his dick out and smirks at the way your eyes are locked in on it and you're biting your lip

"eager much, sweetheart?" he chuckles, and you whine at his teasing

he just does that dick jump/twitch thingy and your mouth is watering

you know what he wants... he wants you begging for him...dripping for him

"please," you whine. and he raises an eyebrow, all smug and cocky, "please what?"

"please can i...have it?" you want him so bad, but saying such explicit, vulgar shit gets you flustered, and he's eating it up. "gotta be more specific, love"

you huff and pout slightly, "please sir, can i have your dick? can i suck it, please" you plead, trying your best to flash him puppy dog eyes so he caves

he does. frankly, he's just as eager to have your mouth on him as you are to get him into your mouth

he tugs on the belt, pulling you forward slightly. "come 'ere."

he's stroking your cheek and looking down at you like all the stars in the universe happened to settle in your eyes

you eagerly take him in one hand, your other hand on his knee for balance. a couple of lazy strokes and you're teasing his tip with your tongue

he just hisses, and his head falls back as you take more of him into your mouth

with your head bobbing, he's got a hand flat on your head to stablise himself, but occasionally he pushes you down if you tease his tip too much

all the fucking praise, mixed with groans and moans, "fuck, yea like that" "shit, baby" "good girl, that's it go deeper" "so fucking pretty with me dick in your mouth" "you love this dick, don't ya?"

and you're just moaning around his length in response to it all

you'd get so fucking wet from the combination of his dick, his praise AND his moans

he pulls you off his dick before he's close, chest breathing heavy to calm himself

he looks at you, lips wet and swollen and eyes hooded looking up at him with pure desire and holy fuck he could just finish to that sight alone, but he needs to feel you

he tugs on belt lightly and opens his arms for you. you stand up and straddle him, your lips eagerly finding his, kissing him fervently

he matches your energy, biting your bottom lip and slipping his tongue in your mouth. his strong arms wrapped around you, holding you against him as if you were a lifejacket and he's about to drown

your hips rock against his, the only thing separating you from his hard, throbbing dick is the stupid underwear fabric that has a noticeably larger wet patch

"fuck this" he growls, lifting you up slightly and moving your panties to the side, and you moan a bit as he rubs his dick against your clit teasingly

you slowly sink down onto him, hands on his shoulders as your head falls back and you moan once you're fully settled on it, feeling so fucking full

he's kissing your shoulder, grip tight on your hips waiting for your signal

once you've adjusted to the size and you tap his shoulder to continue, he's lifting you up and down with matching thrusts

both of you are moaning at the thrusts, the sound of skin slapping and how wet you are driving the both of you closer

"that's it, baby" "good girl" "you can take it, angel" "you love this dick, right? lemme hear you say it"

and your moans and whines are music to his ears, "yes sir, fuck" "fuck, i love your dick, i love you" your brain is so overdone with pleasure.. he loves it

he's kissing you passionately as you're getting close, and its harder for you to kiss back as you're moaning against his lips

you can tell he's close too when his thrusts get staggered and deeper

spoiler alert: he thrusts deep in you, holding your hips down against him as he nuts in you (plan b exists dw)

your head falls back at the feeling, but once it passes your arms are around his neck and you're kissing all over his face

he recovers and smiles at you, gingerly kissing all over your face too before carefully removing the belt around your neck and kissing that area too - not that you were hurt by it, jamie was mindful to not make it too tight

he's still in you as you lean forward to snuggle your face in his neck and his hand is brushing your hair already initiating the aftercare

"good girl, you were so good for me yknow" "love you so much, angel" "you feelin okay?"

yall would stay like that for a while before he carefully slides you off him and gets something to clean you up. then ofc it's cuddle and soft kisses <33

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Hiya Sugar,

You’re the newest goodey-goodey in town, aren’t ya? What am I sayin’, of course ya are! I already knew that! In fact I know a lot about’cha, you’d be real surprised.

At first, I didn’t think too much about there being another vigilante running amuck. To me it was the usual same ol’, same ol’ in Gotham. It wasn’t until we had our very first run in that had me wanting to take a real good look into ya. I had been with my former crappy Puddin’ at the time and we were planning to cause some havoc for B-man, but you showed up first. That didn’t stop us from causin’ you some trouble too but you were really somethin’. A good kinda somethin’! You surpassed both mine and my ex-Puddin’s expectations by a long shot, putting us in our place real quick before B-man even made an appearance. But when he did finally roll around, my shitty ex had the audacity to use me as a distraction so he could getaway, puttin’ me in peril.

I’ll be honest I was worried there for a bit. Sure I was all laughs about it until it set in that my Puddin wasn’t gonna save me then the panic came. I mean hanging off a 70 story building by the tippy tips of ya fingers will do that to ya, ya’know? (To be honest, I don’t even know if it really was 70 stories but it sure as hell felt like it.) But then the most marvelous thing happened! My grip gave way and I was startin’ to fall only for an arm to shoot out and catch me!

Now, I was fully expecting B-man or one of his little birdies being the one who got to me but imagine my surprise when I was met with a new face. A really nice lookin’ face too! (At least from what I could tell.) Your grip on me was real strong and firm but it felt gentle all the same. Ya pulled me up and looked me all over for any serious damage, askin’ if I was alright. You didn’t manhandle or be too rough with me whatsoever. In fact you were real gingerly in checking me over. You also weren’t yellin’ or shoutin’ at me either, instead you were speaking slow and soft to me. I remember your voice bein’ real nice to listen to too. In that moment I realized you truly were somethin’ different, a breath of fresh air compared to the rest of the heroes coming out of the woodworks in Gotham.

You were just so nice to me, even though we tried to kill ya and cause some psychological damage along the way (sort bout that by the way😅), but you were still worried about little ol’ me. I don’t even think B-man has ever been really genuinely concerned about my well-being before, at least not like you were, when my Puddin’s used me like a meat shield. If it weren’t for his no killing hangup he probably would have let me die plenty of times before. But you actually cared! I don’t know what exactly it was but somethin’ about ya that night made me feel all tingly and warm inside and I liked it. Then the next thing I knew you were gone chasing after B-man and my ex-Puddin’ leavin’ me feelin’ cold and alone. Ever since then I’ve been keepin’ a close eye on ya. Hell, I even dumped my Puddin’ right after that incident. Ya should have seen his face, thinkin’ I wasn’t serious only for him to come mopin’ around wantin’ me back. But I stood my ground. Besides, I already had my eye on somethin’ better. Or rather someone better.

Like I said before, I’ve been keepin’ my eye on ya since then and I’m so glad I did. Sure some people would call it “stalking” but I prefer to call it “closely admiring from a reasonable and legal distance”. Except those few times I did let myself into your place and took a peek around. I didn’t take anything though, at least nothing you’d notice but that’s not what’s important. What is important though is how much you’ve opened my eyes to new horizons beyond just stupid ol’ Joker and everything that has to do with him. I still do the odd crime here and there but they’re no way near the same extremes like they used to be. I only really do somethin’ bad when I know you’re on patrol and will for sure be the one to stop my shenanigans. Honestly, I just want the chance to see and talk to ya again. Don’t even get me started about all the times when I have caused mischief only for B-man or one of his birdies to be the one to show up instead of you. I’ve never felt so disappointed and upset before. All that time and effort only for some other big baddie or even a small petty criminal to take up your attention away from me. It really gets under my skin. Would I say I’m jealous though? Not really. Okay maybe a little but can ya blame me? After all this time I finally have somethin’ good in my life that’s gettin’ me to change perspective only to have to share it with others who have no intention on changin’ for anybody! They’re a waste of your time but I get that you gotta stick to your goodey-goodey schtick, that’s who ya are after all. But still it gets me feelin’ some type of way, and not in a good way either.

I can’t help that you’ve become something so prominent to me in such a short amount of time, although I know ya don’t know just how much ya truly mean to me. I’ve even started focusing on doing more good than bad, little by little ya’ know? Baby steps. You’re a good part of why I started leaning more towards being good but it was also due to another incident I got in. I won’t go into it but let’s just say it involved a lower criminal who just wouldn’t stop runnin’ his mouth about ya and I wasn’t havin’ any of it. I admit I may have gone a little overboard with getting my a point across but he deserved it. He had no right talkin’ about ya like that! Sure, he’ll probably never wake up from his coma and is in a permanent vegetative state but you can’t say he isn’t technically still alive. So at least I didn’t kill him kill him, right? Hey, what can I say this goodey stuff is still pretty new to me. At least I’m tryin’ my best. There was also some other stuff involved besides him bad mouthin’ ya but I can’t for the life of me remember what it was but I’m sure it also was well deserving of an ass kickin’.

Oh goodness gracious, look at me ramblin’ away as usual! Ya got that kind of affect on me, ya’know? But anyhoo, I should really end this letter before I start spillin’ all my beans. I need to keep some secrets to myself after all. But maybe I’ll get around to tellin’ ya those ones too when we’re much more acquainted. But don’t worry ya little ol’ head though, sugar, everythin’ will come to fruition in due time and the two of us will be together! I just gotta get a few of my duckies in a row before we take the plunge but it’ll all be worth it in the end and you’ll finally be all mine!

See ya soon, sugar! Don’t miss me too much though~ Before ya know it we’ll be makin’ up for all our lost time and really gettin’ to know each other! But until then I’ll leave ya with this and a few gifts I left behind for ya too!

Lots of lovin’,

Harley<3<3<3

P.s

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[roseworth]

Jason was pretty sure Rose was a bad influence on him. He rarely ever drank if he wasn’t with Rose. 

Then again, Rose rarely ever killed if she wasn’t with him. So he was probably a worse influence on her.

“’m not even drunk,” Rose slurred, hands fumbling for her drink. “You’re the one that’s drunk.”

“No ‘m not,” Jason muttered. “Not even feelin’ anything.”

“Liar.”

“Yeah.”

She took a long drink from the can, then dropped it on the floor. He felt like the room was spinning as he watched the can roll away from them. She lounged down on the couch, laying across his legs with a grin. 

“That was my… eighth drink,” she announced proudly. “How ‘bout you?”

Jason looked at his can. He was pretty sure he was working on his fourth, but he was already nearly as drunk as her. “Dunno,” he answered. He leaned his head back to stare at the ceiling, listening to the sound of Rose cracking open another can.

“You… you should slow down,” he said. “Not good for you.”

His concern was rewarded with a pillow thrown at his head. “What are you, my mom?”

She laughed at her own joke. He laughed, too. It wasn’t very funny.

“You wanna hear somethin’ funny?” Rose snickered, her voice lowering like she was telling a secret. “Slade doesn’t know sign language.”

“That’s not funny,” Jason replied.

“I know. Pisses me off,” she huffed. “He’s the reason Joe can’t talk, and he… won’t even learn how to listen to him.”

Jason grunted in response. Rose took it as an invitation to continue her drunken ramble.

“I think he… he doesn’t love me,” she mumbled. “Or Joey. Or anyone. He loves the idea that he’s capable of love. But he’s not.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah.” She sat up quickly, then her head immediately fell onto his shoulder. “Your turn.”

“What?”

“It’s opening up time. Your turn.”

Jason snorted. “I don’t remember agreeing to opening up time.”

“Too bad, ’s happening,” she said. “Gimme a Bruce secret.”

“No secret to tell,” he said. “He’s an annoying, self-righteous cunt. But everyone knows that.”

She groaned and elbowed his side. “Nope. Dig deep, say somethin’ real.”

He pursed his lips, then let his head fall forward. He would blame the alcohol in the morning. He would say it didn’t actually bother him, it was just the alcohol talking.

“He’s still looking for an explanation,” Jason said quietly after a beat. “He’s still trying to figure out how I came back.”

“Oh.”

“Dunno what he’s looking for,” he continued. “I think he, uh, he thinks it’s not me. Or that I came back wrong, or something. He thinks there’ll be some… some answer for why I’m like this that he can blame.”

“What do you think?” Rose asked softly.

Jason thought Bruce was right. He thought that if Bruce found something, it would prove that he was never supposed to come back, or that he was just some horrible distortion of what he used to be. 

It was why he never tried to figure it out. He had decided it was better to have the question hanging over his head than the answer. 

“I think he’s an ass,” Jason answered, throwing his head back and taking a lot swig. “It doesn’t matter.”

Rose didn’t reply, just took another sip of her drink. 

“I’m done with trying to get my own father to understand me,” Jason said.

“Yeah, me too,” Rose replied.

They were both lying. Neither of them called each other out on it.

“You talked to your brother recently?” Jason asked.

“No comment,” she said. “You talked to yours?”

“Which one?”

“Any.”

“Nope.”

She snorted. “We suck.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s nice that we suck in the same ways, though,” Rose laughed. “That’s prolly why we don’t have any other friends.”

“We’ve got Eddie,” Jason pointed out, grabbing another drink as Rose finished the last of hers.

“Eddie’s dead.”

“Oh, yeah.”

Rose tossed her empty can on the floor and sighed. “I think you’re a bad influence on me,” she said.

Jason took a sip from his can and raised an eyebrow. “Why’s that?”

“I don’t talk about my feelings with anyone else.”

“I think talking about your feelings is supposed to be a good thing.”

“Not for me,” she insisted. “We should stop hanging out.”

“Probably.”

Neither of them moved.

“What was your mom like?” Jason asked out of the blue. The room was still spinning around him. He took another sip to see if it would make it better.

“Nice try,” Rose responded, all humor gone from her face.

“I thought it was opening up time.”

“Opening up time is over,” she said. “Unless you want to talk about your mommy issues, in which case go ahead.”

“No thanks.”

“Thought so,” she scoffed. 

They fell into silence again. Jason finished his drink and set the can down next to him. Rose rubbed her eyepatch with a frown.

“Does it hurt?” Jason asked.

“My eye? Only when I think about it.”

“How much do you think about it?”

“I told you opening up time is over.”

He frowned at her for a moment, then looked down at the floor. “Well, I can still feel the crowbar, sometimes,” he said. “He got a few good hits in, the worst was right where my spine meets my neck.” He reached a hand up and slowly grazed his fingers over where the scar should be. “Still feel it when I move too fast.”

Rose was silent. Jason could feel her stare digging into the side of his head. He didn’t look up; he didn’t want to know how she was looking at him.

“That sucks,” she said finally. 

He wasn’t sure why, but there was something hilarious about that. He broke into a fit of laughter. “Yeah, it does,” he grinned.

She started laughing too. “My eye hurts most when I try to think about what came before I worked with Slade,” she giggled. “Last time I talked to Roy, I had to leave after like 30 seconds because it hurt like the knife was cutting it out again.”

That wasn’t funny at all. They were both laughing until they couldn’t breathe.

They were definitely bad influences on each other. 

Neither of them seemed to notice.

[toujokaname]

An Unfamiliar Sight (HiMERU Idol Story)

Author: Kanata Haruka

Characters: Rinne, Niki, Kohaku, HiMERU

"—HiMERU also feels restless in his school uniform, you know."

Season: Winter Location: Lounge in TV Station

Rinne: Hiya~ I got to the dressing room earlier than expected, huuh.

I've turned into a respectable member of society ♪

Niki: What're you talking about, Rinne-kun. A respectable member of society doesn't typically stroll into the dressing room right at the last minute.

Uh, wait? Is Kohaku-chan the only one here?

Rinne: Ain't it weird that Merumeru's runnin' late? Did he get a stomachache or somethin'?

Kohaku: Haah. You both just go at yer own pace as always. Didn't y'all see HiMERU-han's message?

HiMERU-han mentioned there were some procedures at Shuuetsu Academy he couldn't miss, so he'll be late.

Rinne: Academy? Oh, yeah, Merumeru's still a student.

Any way you look at it, he doesn't look like a student at all, so I totally forgot.

Niki: I completely forgot about it too. So HiMERU-kun's an earnest student, huh~

But, you know, it's kinda mysterious. I feel like I've never seen HiMERU-kun in his school uniform.

Even though we've already spent a bunch of time together?

Kohaku: Yeah, that's right. When Crazy:B got thrown into the same room, he and I both took a temporary absence from school.

He returned to school after movin' into the Seisoukan dorms, so we haven't had a straightforward chance to see it, y'know?

Rinne: Gotcha. Well, I guess Merumeru ain't tryna hide it either.

In that case, wouldn't it be interesting to see Merumeru in his uniform at least once?

HiMERU: —What about HiMERU's uniform?

Rinne: Oh, speak of the devil ♪ Hey, Merumeru. You're wearing your uniform this... time...

HiMERU: Apologies for the delay in getting here. HiMERU will get ready quickly.

Rinne & Kohaku: .........

HiMERU: Amagi, Oukawa, what's the matter? You look quite dumbfounded.

Rinne: Gyahahahahaha! Hey, hey, ain't that a bit too much, Merumeru?!

HiMERU: What is it with you laughing all of a sudden, Amagi?

Niki: Woah~ It's my first time seeing HiMERU-kun in his school uniform.

Yup, yup, I see. So it feels like that~ It's kinda refreshing.

HiMERU: —Right. Now that Shiina has said that, HiMERU gets the gist of it.

However, he finds it upsetting to be laughed at to this extent.

Kohaku: No, sorry, HiMERU-han... It ain't like I'm burstin' out laughin' like Rinne-han, but....

Seein' HiMERU-han in an unfamiliar outfit, I was at a loss for words to describe this strange feelin'...

Rinne: No matter how I look at it, you look like a cosplayer! For real, my stomach hurts! Gyahahahaha!

HiMERU: (...Is it really enough to warrant saying that?)

Rinne: Hey, hey, don't make that face, Merumeru.

I've never seen ya look like a proper highschooler before, so I just burst out laughing.

Kohaku: My bad, HiMERU-han. I'm in the same boat as Rinne-han.

There's a saying of "the clothes make the man", but in yer case, it's the opposite.

The uniform can't compete with yer mature atmosphere.

HiMERU: —Amagi, Oukawa, there's no need to force yourselves to keep talking.

It seems like you are desperately trying to patch it up, but the conclusion remains the same.

From now on, no matter how much of a hurry he's in, HiMERU will make sure not to come to work still in uniform.

Rinne: Don't get so pouty, Merumeru. It was my bad.

See, I never really went to school properly.

So it's prolly the norm for highschoolers like Merumeru to exist, yeah?

Niki: Well, besides HiMERU-kun, none of us are really attending school properly. Even I only graduated middle school.

Kohaku: I'm also just startin' to get back into school.

If you think 'bout it that way, the only one here who's leadin' a decent student life's HiMERU-han.

I wonder what kinda highschool life yer leadin'. I'm curious now...

HiMERU: —HiMERU can confidently say it hasn't been the youth that Oukawa is expecting.

Rinne: But, actually, you're havin' an exquisite time at school, ain'tcha?

Accordin' to our deputy director, Shuuetsu's a place with a well-established employee benefits system.

HiMERU: HiMERU hardly makes use of it. Naturally, HiMERU prioritizes idol activities.

—Ah, but some of the services available at Shuuetsu may indeed be described as "exquisite".

Kohaku: Oh~ If HiMERU-han says so, then they must be real good.

What the heck are they? I wanna know for reference.

HiMERU: Although it may have sounded grandiose, it's not such a big deal.

It is only a ryoutei—that is to say, a high class traditional restaurant. You can enjoy delicious dishes with well-balanced nutrition.

Niki: Please wait a second!

A ryoutei?! There's a place like that at Shuuetsu Academy?!

HiMERU: Yes, it seems that it is managed by the same affiliate company as CosPro.

A dedicated chef and nutritionist are assigned to each idol to provide the optimal menus.

It is reasonably inexpensive for students, so it has been helpful for HiMERU to utilize it several times when he eats meals.

Niki: ...I see. There's such a heavenly place in Shuuetsu, is there.

I've decided. I'm gonna transfer to Shuuetsu Academy! And I'll eat a bunch of food at the ryoutei!

Kohaku: That's a lousy motive, Niki-han...

Rinne: To begin with, Niki's a middle school graduate. You gotta start from the beginning, not as a transfer!

You'll be a first year in highschool and it'll just be too tough, so forget it, forget it.

You'd be better off securing your future by becoming my housewife and getting a permanent job at my place.

Niki: I hate that, I don't wanna be taken away by Rinne-kun for my whole life!

Please, HiMERU-kun! I don't like being pushy, but I wanna go to Shuuetsu's ryoutei too!

HiMERU: —HiMERU can't do anything about it single-handedly.

However, Shuuetsu Academy is a school for outstanding idols.

If Shiina can demonstrate exceptional talent as an idol, perhaps...

Niki: Are you for realsies?! You must be!

HiMERU: —Provided that you can demonstrate your ability. In that sense, this upcoming recording may be just the right chance for you.

Niki: Alriiight! Once it's decided like that, I'll get to work right away!

Rinne-kun and Kohaku-chan, we're going all out today!

The taste of ryoutei is waiting for me!

Kohaku: Niki-han really is a guy who only cares 'bout his stomach...

Rinne: ...Nice job baiting Niki, Merumeru.

But I won't take the blame for whatever happens later, aight?

HiMERU: —HiMERU understands that. That is why he didn't confirm anything either.

In the worst case scenario, he will take out a meal from the ryoutei and bring it back to the dormitory. It's humiliating, so he'd rather not, if possible.

Now, let's put an end to the chitchat. There's not much time left for the recording, so let's get ready quickly.

—HiMERU also feels restless in his school uniform, you know.

Note: About the housewife line... Yeah I don't know man. What it says on the tin. The page just talks about how women getting married used to be referred to as a permanent job, which is what Rinne says Niki should get with him.

[toxicbrothel]

bone to pick

Oh no, Carter has snuck into the brothel by chatting up Trouble and asking to see his cool secret passage. Once they're in Trouble's room, Carter keeps glancing at the door to the bathroom which is secretly shared with the Madame. Trouble gets suspicious, and Carter doesn't deny it: "She's tryin to kill off my reader, man."

"you don't have a reader, bud. You feelin' okay?"

"at least I still have a fic," Carter retorts.

Trouble pretends to text and mutters, "Been meanin' to tell your bestie 'bout river of dreams."

"you're gonna tell on me?"

The madame hears him. "Carter? Is that you?"

"Yeah," Carter replies in his deepest, huskiest voice. "I just need to, uh, wash my big, manly hands and put on a little hand lotion..."

The bathroom door cracks open, and Trouble rolls his eyes, then pats Carter down for weapons.

---

The madame sits on her bed and watches Carter dry his hands as he emerges from the bathroom. "Yeah, I was choppin' wood earlier," he says to no one in particular. He flexes one hand and looks at it front and back. He holds up two fingers for a closer look, and she takes a deep breath, adjusting her robe to reveal a little more stick (figure).

"well damn, i must've got a splinter from all that wood I was chopping," Carter says.

The madame trips in her hurry to the restroom to grab supplies. Carter catches her and chuckles, "ain't life or death, ma'am."

Her cheeks turn bright purple as he helps her stand up straight again.

He bends his knees and holds her shoulders, looking her eye to eye. "y'okay there?" He asks with a sparkle in his eye.

"go sit down," she nods to the bed. She returns from the bathroom overly composed and carrying tweezers, alcohol, and a bandaid.

When Carter gives her his hand, she fails to hide the shiver that runs down her frame. He smirks. She runs her thumb over his fingers. "Can't really see it," she mumbles.

"oh, yeah. It's in there." Carter lowers his voice. "deep. Real deep," he adds. Then he rests his hand in her lap.

"okay." She sighs. "What do you want?"

"can we just talk about Bad Ideas for a minute?"

"what about it."

"I just feel like, the real me woulda never let that happen."

"but it's not the real you. It's an AU."

"ok even the AU me wouldn't let his girl get hurt like that.You're makin it look like I can't protect her."

The madame sniffles.

He says, "so let's just... delete it and make some edits, easy peasy."

The madame is full on crying.

"hey, it's okay," Carter pulls her head into his shoulder. "I know ya didn't mean it."

"I cant change it," she sniffles. He gives her a tissue to blow her nose. "do a scene yourself and I promise I'll post it," she offers.

Carter nods. He's a little rusty, but it'll work.

She keeps crying.

"ain't that big a deal, sorry if I was hard on ya," he says softly. "Damn, it's just an AU of an AU, I shouldn't even be here."

"it's not you," she sniffles.

"lemme tuck ya in," Carter offers. She nods.

She cries into her pillow as he pulls up the blanket. There's a shadow under the bedroom door.

Clothing rustles in the hall. "Carter?" Raider asks, slightly muffled through the door. "What are you doin' in there?"

Carter finishes tucking her in and asks, "is that good?"

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Elaborating on the Daryl x Nun!reader filth.

🔞 enjoy! 🔞

Her dreams become sinful after his arrival and have her wake drenched in sweat. She meticulously cleans herself to rid her of the physical remnants of those impure dreams and prays her days away but when she keeps running into him her thoughts get worse.

He seems to have an interest for her. He isn't as guarded as he is around the others. His walls are down and his door stays unlocked when she's watching over him. He's intrrested in this one.

One morning he wanders around a different corner, deviating from his usual path to breakfast and catches the sound of her voice coming from a small, wooden area in the main church hall. He doesn't catch all of her words due to the thick, wooden door and the distance that separates them but he does catch her speaking of impure thoughts and sinful dreams.

That night he decides to bathe, leaving his door ajar so his watcher would be able to see him. When she arrives she announces her presence as requested. Each one did so, to let him know someone was there and he wouldn't be alarmed by noises at his door.

"Sir," she peeked in, seeing him sprawled out in the tub, water clear and barely hiding his features. She quickly averts her gaze but no matter where she looks she sees them together on which ever piece of furniture her eyes land on.

Her upper body bent over the desk with him pressed deep inside, his hands on her hips and behind.

Her hands fisting the sheets as he lays on top of her, the most angelic sounds coming from him as he has his way with her.

Her figure straddling his hips as he ruts into her from below. Their intimate parts hidden by the high edge of the tub.

Her chest pressed into the old rug as her hips are being held up and used for his pleasure.

She hadn't noticed he had gotten out of the tub and approached her in nothing but a towel around his hips.

"Who were ya talkin' to this mornin'?" His raspy voice pulled her from her thoughts and back to the here and now where she saw that which haunted her dreams and quickly turned around to avert her eyes. "I spoke to god. I asked for forgiveness." She mentally begged he wouldn't ask any further, and he didn't.

He got worse.

"I'm sure he'll forgive ya for anythin', yer a good girl." His hands found her hips and his body pressed up against your backside.

"Heard ya tall about bad thoughts and dreams." He pulled her hips back against his so she'd feel his hard member press against her ass. "How 'bout ya tell father Dixon about those?"

She stumbled over her words, saying a quick prayer for forgiveness before giving in. "I'm at your service this night. You may ask anything of me I just beg you to be gentle."

He takes her to the bed carefully strips her of her attire to leave her in just her necklace that she refused to take off.

Daryl's towel had found its place on the floor by the time she was nude and his fingers danced right above her core. "Relax now, it'll be good." He lowered his hand and his fingers found their way into her core, curling to pull the sweetest sounds of her, muffled by hands that held the silver cross against her lips. His fingers brushed right over a spot that had her seeing stars. "Ahh.. ah g-- god.."

Daryl's voice almost growled in excitement. "Yeah, tell the man how good yer feelin' right now. He'll forgive ya if he hears how good this is for ya." With a whine she comes over Daryl's fingers that are soon replaced by his cock. He presses in oh so slow, making sure she's comfortable and starts at a slow pace and only speeds up as her pleasured noises return.

She finished quickly after, only for Daryl to move her around the room towards the desk, bending her over it and continuing.

"Ah please-- so good I.. hhhmm" Daryl's pace picked up and easily pulled another orgasm from her only to pull her onto the floor with him.

She's shaking by now but that doesn't keep him from moving his thumb to rub over her clit as he pounds into her from below, her cross necklace caught between his teeth "Please--" her begging and his grunts fill the room.

"Please what? What d'ya want?" His pants get louder and thrusts get sloppier with each word.

"Please forgive me, ple-- forgiveme" she's chssing her own release, bouncing on Daryl's cock like her life depended on it and came with a loud whine "forgivemeplease, ahhhforgivemeahh--"

A few more quick thrusts had Daryl spilling deep inside her and roll the both of them over. He moves across the room with jer in his arms and slowly lowers her into the lukewarm bath. She shivers at the sudden coldness. "Just a quick rinse, gotta clean ya, alright?" He wipes her down and helps her out, dries and dresses her and sets her in bed before he makes his way to the small couch.

"Please, sleep here tonight?" He stops at the sound of her voice, makes his way over to her to lay down and spend the rest of tonight with her in bed.

[yourpalmickeymouse]

Hi Mickey! Oh gosh I haven’t been in this blog for a little while now, how have ya been? (I’ve been busy with things but I’m mangling them okay I suppose) ✨

I have a question to ask, how do you deal with burnouts (or how do you deal with being unmotivated)? Because I have been quite unmotivated lately, with not doing many drawings as I used to and I’m stuck doing this animatic about…. Uhhh actually best if I don’t mention it 😅 (it’s a bit complicated for you probably ehe), so I wanna know how ya deal with them and maybe I could get tips from you…😅 thanks that’s all I got (for now ), sorry if this was awkward 🥲

Anyway I’ll be signing off now, see ya Mick!

-Sunny☀️

(Also! I wanna give you this cause I can :D hope it isn’t too bad)

Hiya Sunny1927!

It's so great to see ya again! I'm swell, thanks for askin'. Also thanks a bunch for the drawing! I love it!!! 🥰

I'm gonna put it with my other one.

Now for your question.

Ah, burnouts. Those are not fun at all 😔. I definitely can relate to wantin' to start a bunch of new projects, but yet not feelin' the energy to actually start on any of 'em. It's like your body's just not listenin' to what your mind wants. I actually was talkin' to Clarabelle 'bout this and she had some interestin' advice.

She said that sometimes if a project feels too big, we can sometimes feel unmotivated to get started. In that case we could either try and start smaller with tiny things we feel we can do quickly and without much effort. For example when I wanted to work on this giant complex plane model 🛩, I found it was easier to just focus on completin' a single piece each time instead of the whole plane. It took while, but I ended up finishin' the whole model.

She also said that even doin' something that seems unrelated at first, can help inspire you. For example I was really wantin' to get some sketchin' done for a project, but just couldn't get started. So I took a break to watch some TV 📺 and ended up watchin' a really unique show that inspired me with some sketch ideas and I ended up motivated enough to work on the project again.

But I think what she said that really stood out is that we should listen to our bodies. Sometimes our bodies just want to rest, and even though we might see it as bein' lazy or not gettin' what we want done, it's actually more like rechargin' batteries. The time we spend just existin' isn't exactly wasted time.

Clarabelle is one of the wisest friends I have and her advice definitely helped me out. I hope it helps you out too! 😊

- M.M.