#and i sure as hell ain't your dad ;; the last of us

[thesapphicdiaries]

an unhealthy obsession ;; ellie w. x abby a. x reader ;; pt. 1

and i'll get done for somethin' stupid like disturbance of the peace. | (ghostface au)

NOTES: this is entirely self indulgent tbh ,,, but fuck it !! we ball. future chapters will b linked here <3 reblg if u want to be tagged idk that's it. modern au btw. ellie might be a little ooc? for the sake of the au

TRIGGERS: murder but it happens offscreen + blackmail under the threat of violence n manipulation. there's also smoking wed

You'd be the first to admit your interests tended to ebb on morbid.

Maybe, you muse, it had to do with the source of your upbringing: Jackson. It was a stereotypical small town, where, cliché as it was, everybody knew everybody. The town's history was clean as a goddamn whistle. While places like Seattle— Abby's hometown— were a hotspot for crime due to the sheer amount of people making it slightly harder to get caught unless you were a goddamn idiot, with the close proximity of everyone within Jackson from Dina to Tommy Miller, any crime you could commit would be shut down by the local police force in a month at most.

At least— that was what you thought.

So, you indulged your macabre curiosity elsewhere: you binge watched slashers despite your parents' vehement protests and you researched the violent happenings that often took place outside your sheltered hometown. Hell, you'd even indulged in one of those stupid fucking murder mystery games with some of the allowance you'd managed to spare that wasn't spent on various branded paraphernalia... and the other kind, but nobody needed to know that.

You weren't exactly surprised at how others seemed to be creeped out by you: Friday the 13th wasn't exactly a commonplace interest. Even so, you'd managed to make a few close friends whom you considered enough to get you by.

You jolt as your locker slams shut beside your head, and Abby's cackling is all too familiar.

"Fuckin' dick," you groan, feigning your exasperation— you'd finished putting your stuff away, anyway. "What happened to 'hello'? 'How was your day, Y/N?'"

"Your day's always the same," Abby provides helpfully, and you roll your eyes. "You wake up, come to school, indulge the same 3 people—" Her, Ellie, and Dina— "in the same rotation of conversations until they leave, go home, get violently high, watch whatever weird slasher your fancying that night, and then go to bed."

You blink owlishly. "Got my schedule memorized down pat there, Abs. You been stalking me?" You smirk, playfully, but your brow arches when she falls suspiciously silent. "Uh... alright."

"Anyway, you're having a change of plans," Abby finally says, and your eyes widen as you pipe up to speak. "You'll still get violently high and watch a slasher, don't worry. You'll just be gracing me and Ellie with your company while you do." She finishes, and you fall silent.

'Alright," you mutter. "Do I get to pick the slasher, or are you gonna pick some cornball shit like Chopping Mall?" You huff. Abby begins to answer, but your phone suddenly chimes with a notification from your news app.

Local man found dead from apparent stabbing.

Your mouth falls open slightly as Abby reads the headline over your shoulder. You fail to notice her nervous expression.

"Huh," you mutter, slinging your backpack over your shoulder. "Something interesting finally happened in this town. Neat."

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The choice in film, much to your chagrin, was Chopping Mall. Fortunately, you were too far gone to care.

Your head lolled of the side of the bed, your back strewn across Ellie's legs as you barely manage to register the words spewing from her mouth as you take another hit from the blunt she'd rolled.

"I just don't get how you like these," she complains. "I mean, it's the same damn formula every time. Does it not get boring?"

"That's the pointtttt," you groan. "The more formulaic they are, the better. Sure, some newer takes can be good: but sticking to the classics is a good play. Better safe than sorry." You wave off her concerns.

"Well, look at this little flim critic," Ellie teases as she stares at Abby, who's staring blankly at the ceiling. You'd never fail to find her lower tolerance hilarious.

"I mean," you and Ellie wait patiently through Abby's long pause. "They're right. Formulaic can be good. Patterns are more predictable— easier to keep up." She says, and you notice her and Ellie share a look.

"But they can also suck," she hisses. "Because if you're predictable, it makes it easier to connect. Like, in these movies how they're always killing off dumb, blonde bimbos— you can tell they're all copying eachother." She complains. You squint at the both of them, but don't comment on the subject.

"There's no right answer," you shrug. "I just find the middle ground. Sure, it's predictable, and boring. But it's also the safe call to make. People criticize these movies, but they make fuckin' millions. The original ones get better reviews, but they end up falling flat in the box office."

You don't realize Ellie and Abby's argument isn't referring to movies in the slightest.

"You sound way too fuckin' smart for the both of us," Ellie says, and you snort.

"It's because I am," your eyes flash toward Ellie's clock. "Shit. I gotta go. Parents will kill me if I'm not home soon." You shoot upward, trying to adjust to your surroundings. You cannot come home looking high out of your fucking mind. "See you guys later."

You watch as the two of them give you a halfhearted wave, and once you shut the bedroom door, you chalk up the strange shuffling to... something you don't want to know, honestly.

You don't realize it's much worse than you thought.

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You surmise the punishment for being late is slightly lesser than the punishment for coming home inebriated, so you take the risk to sober up in a nearby alley between a convenience store and a small restaurant.

The alley is lit up by string lights and decorated with a few benches— perfectly habitable, and it's not what scares you— what does set you on edge is the unchecked darkness of the forest beyond the alley.

You elect to ignore the unease in your stomach, instead taking a hearty swig of the water you'd bought from the convenience store before coming outside. The tension in your shoulders almost releases, then—

You hear a scream.

A bloodcurdling scream.

Every nerve in your body tells you to run the opposite direction of the plea for help, every goddamn slasher you've watched over the years telling you playing the hero always gets you killed, but it's not heroics that lead you toward the source of the noise.

It's that same morbid curiosity that gets you watching slashers in the first place.

The noises grow louder as you draw nearer, and your eyes widen as you stifle a gasp when you see the bloodied body of Nora lying at the feet of two masked killers. You sigh in relief when you realize the treeline obscures you from view, but the noise comes out far too loud.

It hits you just how fucked you are.

You've made a few essential mistakes in the laws of survival so far, but you're not stupid enough not to run: you make a mad dash, but in a sick (and ironic) twist of fate, you trip over your abandoned water bottle and wince as the solid trunk of a tree collides against with your head with a loud thunk.

Through the blurry haze that is your vision, you see the two killers standing right in front of you. You prepare for the worst, when—

"Y/N?"

Oh, shit.

"El?" You hear the panicked rambling of another woman. "Abs? What the FUCK!?"

You almost kick out when Abby covers your mouth with a gloved hand, but know better than to get violent with the woman twice your size with a fucking hunting knife to boot.

"Ellie, El, this is bad." Abby's voice is shaking. "What the Hell do we do, man?"

The forest falls painfully silent.

"Well," Ellie finally begins. "The best course of action? Kill the witness." You whimper, and mentally hit yourself for showing any vulnerability. "But," she continues. "On the other hand, I kind of like this one."

You will Abby to take her hand off your mouth with a pleading look.

"So," you hiss. "What's your plan, here? I don't have all night. Either get this over with and slit my throat or hurry the fuck up."

Ellie grins. "I've always liked that you were a little feisty, Y/N."

"I said," you grit your teeth. "Hurry up."

"Here's the deal, darling," Ellie tilts your chin up with the hilt of the knife. You look away. "You help us out. And we don't kill you." She wrenches your head forward, just enough to look her in the eyes. "You say no, or you rat us out," she mutters, lowly. "And we slit your throat. Deal?"

It hits you there's not a lot of options on the table. You glance over at Abby, clearly the more emotionally charged of the two, and wonder if you can bargain with her. But, you decide, she's probably just as crazy as Ellie or too scared to say no if her going along with this in the first place was any indication.

And, a darker part of you whispers, you wonder how it must feel, if they're willing to do such heinous things.

Finally, you assent with a shaky nod.

"Alright," you wrench your gaze away again.

"I'll help you."

WC: 1.5K

[natjennie]

OKAY TLOU E6

[dixons-sunshine]

👉👈 Because your my fav writer for Dad Daryl 👉👈 Just wondering if you’d consider him stepping up as a parental figure for his niece (Merle’s kid) after he “died” and when he actually died 👉👈

I'm Right Here | Uncle!Daryl Dixon x Niece!Reader (platonic/familial)

*GIF isn't mine.*

Summary: With Merle gone, you were the only family Daryl had left. He had unofficially stepped up as your dad, and in those eight months with your actual father "dead", Daryl was a better dad than Merle ever was. And he proved it in more ways than one, even before Merle went missing.

Genre: Fluff, some light angst.

Era: The Quarry, The Prison (season three).

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood and death, fear of abandonment.

Word count: 2.4k

A/n: I've been bouncing back and forth between fics and finally managed to finish this. Next up is I Never Lived For The Applause, and then some more young!Daryl. Anyhow, I hope you like this!

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“Hey, kiddo. Ya alrigh'?”

“I'm fine. The walkers didn't get me,” you tried to reassure him. “You didn't find my dad?”

You looked up at the sound of your uncle's voice, meeting his intense gaze. You gave him a small, unconvincing smile that he could see through instantly.

Daryl sat down on the log next to you, placing his crossbow down on the ground. He stared ahead at the ashes of the prior night's fire, an unreadable expression on his face. “Nah. Wasn't nothin' to find 'cept his hand. He had to cut it off.”

You winced, absentmindedly grabbing your own hand at the mere thought of the pain that it must've caused your father. Despite your strained relationship with the man for obvious reasons, he didn't deserve that fate—to lose his hand because some people couldn't find another way to deal with his temper.

“Oh,” you mumbled, feeling your heart break. Despite everything, Merle was your father and you loved him. At least he had stuck around. The same couldn't be said for your mother, who had dropped you on Merle's doorstep the moment you were born.

“Yeah,” Daryl responded, instantly picking up on your downtrodden mood but not knowing how to bring you comfort in a moment like that. He'd just essentially told you, his thirteen year old niece that was so wise beyond her years due to the shit Merle had gotten into, that your father was most likely dead. It tore him apart to have to bestow that news on you, but it was necessary. What could he do, lie to you? That was out of the question.

You blinked the tears away that had started to well up in your eyes, trying to put on a brave face for your uncle. “Looks like it's just us now, huh, uncle Daryl? The two remaining Dixons.”

Daryl gave you a tight-lipped smile and ruffled your hair, chuckling quietly at the sound of protest you let out. “Looks like it. We're gon' give the world hell, ya and I. Jus' like the old times.”

You smiled up at him. Even though your father was gone, you still had your uncle, and that made you feel better about everything.

“We are. The world ain't ready for us.”

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“It won't work.”

“S'gotta.”

“It'll stir things up,” Rick told Daryl, adamant with his decision.

“Look, the Governor's probably on the way to the prison righ' now. Merle knows how he thinks, and we could use the muscle,” Daryl replied defiantly, glancing between his companions on the road.

“Do you really want him sleeping in the same cellblock as Carol, Beth or Y/n?” Glenn questioned, unwilling to let Merle, a known hothead and former drug user, near the people he's come to care about.

“He ain't a rapist,” Daryl responded, frowning at Glenn's accusation. “And he sure as hell wouldn't touch his own daughter like tha'. Merle may be sick in some ways, but he ain't like tha'.”

“Yeah, okay, but his buddy is.”

“They ain't buddies no more. Not after last nigh'.”

Rick chipped in to the conversation, turning the archer's attention back to him. “There's no way Merle's gonna live there without putting everyone at each other's throats.”

“What, so ya'd cut Merle loose and bring the last samurai home with us?” Daryl asked, motioning over to Michonne who was waiting for them by the car.

“She's not coming back with us.”

“She's not in a state to be on her own,” Maggie denied, giving Rick a pointed look.

Glenn nodded in agreement to his girlfriend's statement. “She did bring you guys to us.”

“And then ditched us,” Rick stated in a bored tone, eyeing Michonne warily.

“At least let my dad stitch her up?” Maggie asked.

“It's too unpredictable,” Rick denied vehemently, shaking his head.

Daryl nodded in agreement. “He's righ', we dun' know who she is. But Merle... Merle's blood.”

“No. Merle is your blood. My blood, my family is standing right here and waiting for us back at the prison,” Glenn countered, crossing his arms over his chest.

“And you're part of that family,” Rick told Daryl, looking at him expectantly. “He's not. He's not.”

Daryl stayed quiet for a few moments, pondering over his decisions. Thoughts of leaving with Merle, going off and fending for themselves like the old days flashed through his mind, but then he thought of you. You, his sweet, kind, low-key badass, now fourteen year old niece who he'd gone to great lengths to protect over the past eight months. The girl who he'd been taking care of since his brother "died", the girl who had unknowingly started to feel like his own daughter, though he would never tell Merle that. And at that moment, he knew he couldn't just leave. He wouldn't.

“Man, wha' do y'all expect me to tell my niece?” Daryl began, effectively silencing everyone. “Tha' I found her father after all this time and he's alive, but he couldn't come back to her 'cause y'all said so? How's tha' gon' fly with her? Ya'd really deprive the girl a chance at gettin' her father back 'cause of wha' might happen?”

That seemed to really make everyone reconsider. Even Glenn didn't have a counter argument now. Everything was silent for a good thirty seconds while Rick weighed his options, exchanging wordless exchanges with Maggie and Glenn. It was clear that nobody wanted it, but the group couldn't deny Daryl's argument. They cared about you, and it would be unfair for them to deny you the chance of getting your father back.

Rick turned and whistled, signalling Merle over. When he stood in front of him, Rick gripped him by his shirt, getting into his face.

“You're coming with us, but this isn't an invitation for you to be a jackass with everyone back at the prison. The only reason you're even coming back is because of your daughter. If it wasn't for her, you'd be gone.”

Merle's eyes widened the slightest bit with surprise, but it soon morphed back into his usual careless look. “Well, would ya look at tha'. My lil' girl still lives. M'surprised, quite honestly. Didn't think she was built fer this world. Kinda expected her to have kicked the bucket by now.”

“Man, shut up!” Daryl's voice boomed unexpectedly, shutting his brother up. “Dun' make me regret convincin' them to bring ya back. And if ya even say one degradin' thing to yer daughter, I will personally gut ya and feed ya to the walkers. Tha' kid's been through 'nough.”

Unbeknownst to either brother, Rick, Glenn and Maggie had walked ahead to get everything settled into the car, leaving the two brothers to their feud. It was a good idea, too. That was a family matter.

“Wha', ya actually care 'bout her now? Didn't see ya stickin' 'round to play pretend with her back before the world went to shit, and now yer tryna tell me how to parent my own child? Nah, lil' bro. Tha' ain't how it works.”

Daryl scoffed and shoved past him, walking over to the car. He didn't miss the unmistakable sound of Merle's laughter, rolling his eyes at it. He pressed forward and slipped into the passenger's seat, not missing the way everyone tensed up when Merle got into the car.

He just hoped that he hadn't made the wrong decision by bringing Merle back.

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You and Carl were rushing over to the gates when you saw the familiar vehicle enter the courtyard. The car was noticeably more crowded, and with one glance through the window, you were relieved to see your uncle. You had been so worried that something might have happened to him, but there he was, relatively unscathed.

Daryl was barely out of the car when you practically launched yourself into his arms. He stumbled a bit but regained his footing, hugging you tightly to him. He didn't miss the unmistakable sound of your sniffles.

“Hey, kiddo, s'alrigh'. M'okay,” he reassured you in whispered tones, rubbing his hand up and down your back in comfort.

“I was so scared. I couldn't stop fearing the worst,” you choked out, trying to will the sobs away. You buried your face into your uncle's shirt, dampening it slightly with your tears, but he didn't seem to mind.

“M'righ' here. I ain't goin' nowhere, I promise,” he assured you. “No more tears, alrigh'? Ain't no more need fer 'em.”

“Well, ain't this jus' sweet.”

A familiar raspy voice met your ears. You tensed up, pulling away from the hug and turning around, facing the man you had thought to be dead for eight months—your father, Merle Dixon.

“Wha', no hugs fer yer old man, girl?” Merle asked, a grin on his face as he extended his arms in a silent invitation for a hug. “Yer not gon' greet the man who helped with givin' ya life?”

Subconsciously, you took a step back. Daryl stepped in front of you, shielding you with his body. He gave Merle a warning glare before turning to you.

“Why dun' ya go help Hershel with tha' lady we brought back? I know he's been teachin' ya some medical things. It'd do ya good to learn how to do stitches.” You nodded, understanding his underlying message and sped off, leaving him alone with Merle. Daryl turned to face him, a glare on his face. “Man, back the hell off. She ain't gotta give ya anythin' if she dun' want to.”

“Because I was with the enemy?”

“'Cause yer a simple minded piece of shit who never even bothered to play dolls with her, much less give her hugs! Ya wanna know somethin'? When tha' lady dropped her off on our doorstep, who do ya think took care of her when yer ass was too high or drunk to? To answer yer question from earlier, I did stick 'round. I changed her diapers. I bathed her, fed her, stayed up with her at nigh' when ya wouldn't. I took care of her. Ya were jus' too fuckin' out of it most of the time to realise it! Hell, did ya think those things happened magically?”

“Now listen here, bro—” Merle started, but Daryl didn't light up.

“And when she got older, who the hell do ya think took her to school? Picked her up, encouraged her to do the spelling bee, went to parent teacher conferences? Do ya think the fuckin' tooth fairy did tha'? Say wha' ya want, bro, but she dun' owe ya shit. Ya may not have been like dad, but ya weren't a good father, either.”

Merle stayed silent for a moment, the weight of his brother's final statement weighing heavily on his shoulders. “Then why the hell did ya convince 'em to bring me back?”

“'Cause despite everythin', tha' girl still loves ya. And she deserves to have her father 'round,” Daryl responded simply before turning around and stalking off, leaving Merle alone and dumbfounded.

Merle Dixon wasn't right about most things, but one thing he knew for certain he was right about was that you probably didn't care whether he was dead or not. If what Daryl was saying was true, you didn't need him. You had a perfectly good father figure in your life already. Daryl had been a better father to you than your actual father was.

And for some unknown reason, that crushed Merle's heart.

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“You found him like that?”

Daryl's heart shattered at the broken sound of your voice. It was the second time that he had needed to tell you that Merle was dead, but this time, it was real. Your father's lifeless corpse layed motionless six feet in the ground in the designated graveyard, Daryl having dragged him there and buried him.

Daryl nodded. “Found him as a walker. He had tried to kill the governor but failed. Son of a bitch got to him first.”

“I should've stopped him. I should've known that something was wrong,” you said, a sob threatening to escape your body. “Before he left, he told me that he was proud of me. That he loved me. I should've known that there was a reason to it. He never told me that before. I should've—”

A choked up sob finally fell past your lips. Daryl instinctively pulled you into his arms, offering to be the pillar of strength for you as you crumbled. Despite everything, Merle was still your father. You still had a handful of good memories with the man—when he wasn't drunk or high, Merle was an okay father. But just okay.

It took a while, but you finally managed to calm down. Instinctively, Daryl pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, running his hand soothingly over your back.

“S'alrigh', kiddo,” he whispered soothingly.

You didn't know what made you say what you said next. Maybe it was the fact that you weren't thinking straight. Maybe it was because you were desperately looking for a pillar of support, you didn't know. But before you could stop it, the words slipped past your lips—

“Please don't leave me. I can't lose you too, Dad.”

A moment of silence passed. Unbeknownst to you, a small smile spread over Daryl's face. He pulled you closer to him.

“Ya still got me. M'here and I ain't goin' nowhere, kid. Yer stuck with me.”

Merle Dixon wasn't always a good man. He wasn't always a good father either. But in the midst of a cruel world, before and after the dead started walking, Merle managed to give Daryl a sweet gift—you, his daughter. Because despite biological relations, you were now truly his.

[hutchersonsgurl]

You mean everything to me Daryl Dixon

paring Yn Horvath with Daryl Dixon ( you are Dale's Daughter)

Era: The OG camp outside Atlanta season 1

Warning 18+ MDNI.

Synopsis Daryl doesn't care about anyone but you and Merle with Merle gone you are all he has

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"Look at it all gnawed on by this filthy diseased motherless proxy bastard," Daryl says kicking at the walker on the ground

"Calm down son, that's not helping, " Dale says

"what do you know about it old man?" Daryl says

"why don't you take that stupid hat and go back to the golden pond" Daryl shouts

"Daryl cut it out there's no reason to take it out on my dad" You shout

"Calm down sweetheart" Dale responds calmly

Well I got some squirrel that should last us a couple of days Daryl says walking toward camp

"Merle get your ugly ass out here" Daryl shouts

"Daryl just slow up a bit I need to talk you " Shane says

"About what?" Daryl asks

"There was a problem up in Atlanta," Shane says

"Is he dead?" Daryl ask

"We're not sure," Shane says

Rick explains what happened and then the next second you know Daryl is coming at Rick with a knife

Shane and Rick take down Daryl together Shane putting Daryl in a chokehold

"Chokeholds illegal!!" Daryl yells

"well you can file a complaint ' Shane says

You can't help but laugh to yourself Shane lets Daryl go you follow Daryl to his tent

"you know I'm sure he is okay Daryl," you say kneeling down

"Of course he is he's the toughest bastard I know, " Daryl says

"I wanna come with you guys to find him," you say

"the hell you ain't I gonna lose ya too princess" Daryl says

"woah did Daryl Dixon just admit he cares about me?" you say with a chuckle

"yeah you are the only person I care about like I said you ain't coming with," Daryl says as he gets up to wait for the others

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[jungle-angel]

The One With The Fertility Field (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett decide to have some fun in the back field but you have no idea that it's been the Abbott family fuck spot for generations

Warnings: Smut, implied smut, several generations of fucking, trying for a kid, pet discipline etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @callmemana @sebsxphia

You moaned loudly as Rhett thrust himself in and out of you, attacking your neck, his animalistic grunting and groaning obscene as it married together with your own noises.

"C'mon baby," he growled. "C'mon I know you've got it in ya, c'mon and cum for daddy!"

His big hands pawed along your thighs and with one more thrust, you both released onto and into each other, panting and out of breath as you came to rest, one on top of the other.

"Holy fuck," Rhett panted. "You're amazing baby."

You giggled a little as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, letting you rest against him.

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Cecelia quietly sang along to "Mule Skinner Blues" as it played from the little bluetooth speaker on the counter near the coffee machine. Dinner prep may not have been hers or anyone's favorite part of the day, but at least she had some time to herself and could enjoy most of the peace and quiet before everyone came in for the night.

The peace and quiet was suddenly broken by the opening of a door and the sudden barking of a small dog in the living room. "Hey!" Cecelia shouted. "Shut the fuck up Alberto! You're ok."

Alberto, the little black and tan chihuahua dog leapt from the couch to go and beg for scritches from Royal who hung his hat on the hook and kicked off his boots near the rack.

"Somethin smells pretty good sugar bear," he remarked, Alberto's barking having reached fever pitch.

"Here," Cecelia said, handing him the cardboard paper towel roll. "Use this if you need to."

Luckily, Royal only had to snap his fingers and the little dog sat right down, his little batlike ears pricking straight up and his tail thumping on the floor. "Quit bein a little turd Alberto, nobody wants to hear it," Royal told him.

Alberto yawned and followed him into the kitchen, hopping up onto one of the seats as Royal wrapped his arms around Cecelia and kissed her cheek. "Any idea where (y/n) and Rhett are at?" he asked.

"Nope," Cecelia answered. "Last I heard they were goin for a ride into town and haven't seen head or tail of'em since."

With those last words, the door creaked open and shut once again, Alberto's barking starting again. "Alberto! For shit's sake, knock it off!" Rhett ordered. "I will stick ya'll downstairs so fuckin fast......!"

Alberto finally quit his yapping when you came over to give him scritches behind the ears. You went upstirs to wash up for dinner, hobbling and limping just a little bit, the same going for Rhett.

"You two ok?" Cecelia asked, trying to hide the smile that threatened to crawl across her face.

"M'fine, Ma," Rhett answered. "Why?"

"Well for one thing you and (y/n) were walkin a little funny."

"Walked into a fencepost in the back field Ma," Rhett told her.

"Sure ya did," Royal chuckled as he stirred the pot of meatballs simmering in the marinara sauce. "There ain't no fence near there and hasn't been since the day your Ma and I moved here."

"Wait, which field?" Cecelia asked Rhett.

"Um......the back one near the river towards the north pasture," Rhett answered hesitantly.

Cecelia's eyes went wide and Royal started laughing. "Oh my God," he laughed. "No way, ain't no fuckin way ya'll walked into a fencepost."

"Dad what the hell's so funny?" Rhett asked him.

"Rhett that field was the same field your Ma and I did the nasty in when we were tryin to have you?"

"OH MY GOD!!! DAD WHY??? WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU TELL ME THIS???!!!!!" Rhett blurted out.

"I'm tellin ya because that's where at least four generations of Abbotts were conceived," Royal told him. "Including you and Perry."

"Perry wasn't conceived there," Cecelia reminded him.

"He wasn't?" Royal asked.

"Nah, Perry was conceived in the back seat of your '76 Firebird," Cecelia told him. "I remember because that was the night we went to the drive-in to see 'Conan The Barbarian.'"

"Oh fucking damnit," Rhett said, making a gagging noise.

"What's going on down here?" you asked. "Did I miss something."

"Nope, nope, change of subject," Rhett answered.

"Oh we were just tellin Rhett that ya'll might've stumbled on mine and Royal's favorite fuck spot," Cecelia answered.

You shrieked a little, laughing at the traumatized and exasperated look on your husband's face. The four of you had a good laugh about it over dinner, not daring to say a word in front of Amy lest she repeat it outside of the house.

Yet Royal and Cecelia hadn't been wrong when they had said that a little adventure in the so called "fertility field" would work, for a few days later, you and Rhett were all too happy to find out that Amy would be the proudest big sister in Wabang.

[equallyshaw]

summer in la | jack hughes

@katyleblumme: summer break in la went swell ✌🏻

tag: jackhughes, katybff

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@katyleblumme: ALSO jacky has lice in the third pic (; @jackhughes: you are not allowed to come to jersey, i revoke your access @lhughes_06: i also revoke your access @trevorzegras: its fine, my beach house is big enough for the both of us @katyleblumme: yeah because you divorced jamie !!! i will never forgive you @trevorzegras: it wasn't my fault ! @jamiedrysdale: it sure as hell wasn't my fault @katyleblumme: you promised you wouldn't break up @katyleblumme: im a child of divorce @jackhughes: how dare u two @trevorzegras: im not commenting on this matter anymore, you can all call my lawyer @katyleblumme: ill just call daddy brisson @jackhughes: katyyyyyyyy @katyleblumme: what? @brendanbrisson: *closes insta and gauges both my eyes out* @katyleblumme: its not my fault he's hot @_quinnhughes: shut up katy @katyleblumme: you're uninvited to my bday over winter break @_quinnhughes: good! i didn't wanna go in the first place @katyleblumme: i also revoke cat uncle privileges @_quinnhughes: dont bring clementine into this

@jackhughes: loml @katybleblumme: thankyou cat dad 😌

@jackhughes: never want to leave ): @katyleblumme: i dont want u to leave either ... only one more semester 🤍

@katysbff: mom and dad 🙈 @jackhughes: adopted child 🫡

@lhughes_06: so this is what you were up to @_quinnhughes: the audacity he had to not come home

@_quinnhughes: you seem nice @katyleblumme: you seem nice too as if i haven't known you for 6 years already 🤝🏻 @trevorzegras: man, my life has been worse since knowing you @katyleblumme: you should be so lucky

@dylanduke: The term summer vacation or summer break refers to a school break in the summer between school years and the break in the school academic year. Students are off anywhere between two weeks to three and a half months. Depending on the country and district, staff might be partially or fully excluded. @katyleblumme: oh my goodness dyl, i had no idea !! @ethanedwards: good thing dylan only comments useful info

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@jackhughes: this is a katy le blumme fan account, incase you didn't know.

tag: katyleblumme

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@trevorzegras: I didn't know, so thanks for the clarification @katyleblumme: 😎 😎

@lhughes_06: can we go back to regular scheduled ad posts now @katyleblumme: your days are numbered small child @lhughes_06: last time I checked im 6 feet and ur *checks notes* 4'11 so back off satan @katyleblumme: youre so lucky i live cali cuz i'd end your life so quickly @alexturcotte: she would, dont even try with satan's spawn @trevorzegras: ^^^^ RT RT @_quinnhughes: this is insta zegras, not twitter @mattybeniers: didn't you know it's X now? @_quinnhughes: shut up matty

@elblue6: katy is my favorite @katyleblumme: youre my favorite too mama h🫶🏻 @lhughes_06: mom no @_quinnhughes: not our mom @jackhughes: its okay, im still the favorite child @lhughes_06: that's up for debate @_quinnhughes: well it def ain't you lu @katyleblumme: omg ladies, take it to the group chat

@nicohischier: I have the first pic to look forward to in jersey, i presume? @katyleblumme: hi nics! and yes, u do and im not apologizing @nicohischier: lovely

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but please like and reblog if you liked this! it would mean the world🫶🏻

[reallyromealone]

Brome I have a request. 🙏 I would like to request Taiju being an absolute SIMP OF A BOYFRIEND! Like imagine when Hakki invited Michi over he just send a look to his sister and she nods and like not even a minute later his phone starts ringing and at first he's mad but when he sees who is calling his he literally yells at everybody to shut up and then starts speaking oh so softly into the phone then when he hangs up Taiju looks back at them and explains how their lucky his lovely name needs him and then he's hauling ass towards the house and when the siblings get home they see name lecturing Taiju about how he needs to be a better brother because now he's (Taiju) is acting like how his dad treated him before Taiju saved him. At first the siblings didn't think it'd work until Hakki wakes up early in the morning for some water and there is Taiju laying on the couch and then Taiju just starts apologizing. Talking how he's so sorry he treated them like that and he'll do anything for their forgiveness. You can decide the rest

*SCREAMS*

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Hakkai was stressed as he glanced at his sister, the girl nodding much to Takemichis confusion "I'm gonna--- who the fuck is calling...me---EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP!" Taiju bellowed as he answered the phone and takemichi had to do a double take at the soft voice that came from Taijus mouth "hey baby...what's wrong? Yeah? Ok I will be there in a sec ok? Yeah I love you too..."

"You fuckers are lucky I have to go, but this ain't fucking over"

Taiju left swiftly, leaving poor takemichi very confused as Yazuha let out a sigh or relief "don't worry Michi, we just used the ultimate weapon against him" Hakkai said with the tiniest bit of smugness.

"What's that?"

"(Name)"

It was late in the evening when Hakkai and Yazuha got home, the siblings carefully putting their shoes away as they creaked past the kitchen "Tai, you can't treat your siblings like this! It's awful! They're your family and you need to treat them better!" (Name) said heatedly, hands on his hips as taiju looked ashamed "you told me if you ever start acting like your dad to tell you and you are really acting like him towards those two!"

Yazuha and Hakkai were...skeptical that anything would come of this as they knew their brother was an emotional boulder.

Though come morning, the sound of food could be heard and the smell of a simple Japanese breakfast woke the two from their sleep.

What surprised them was taiju sitting on the couch looking down, the sound of the last step on the staircase alerting the elder to their presence "sit down" Taiji said gruffly only for a chopstick to be thrown at him from the kitchen "I mean shit-- sit down please" Taiji said feeling the glare from his boyfriend who was aggressively chopping vegetables "I'm sorry... How I was completely unacceptable and (name) made me realize I was being horrible... I am deeply sorry"

"You guys don't have to accept it now or even ever... I just want to apologize"

Yazuha and Hakkai looked at each other "we know...we know it's been hard on you too and... Maybe we can work on building up to accepting your apology" Yazuha said carefully "actions speak better than words"

"That's completely fair"

Taiju was completely different as (name) watched over with a soft smile at the people he cared deeply for, setting the table, the three Shiba siblings genuinely talking for once.

(Name) was dead set to make sure they made up.

[switchbladedreamz]

A Dutton In Love

Requested? Nope

Summary: Rip has been meaner than usual lately. Rip Wheeler x fem!reader fluff

Warnings: mentioned female masturbation, cursing, that's it.

"C'mon Beast" I say as I lead my horse out of the stable. His black coat shining in the Montana sun, a cool breeze ever present. Standing in the left stirrup I mount my horse. "Where you headed today little lady?" Lloyd asks, resting against the gate. "Lloyd I ain't no lady, and I'm taking Beast to a trip into town, he could use the long walk.". I pat the left side of his neck, Lloyd looks up at me. "Alrighty. Well Rip wanted me to let you know that you'll be accompanying him and Kayce to the cattle auction tonight.". "Well Lloyd, congrats on the new job. I didnt know you were a messenger now. Please be so kind and tell them I'll be back before we leave.". He chuckles and walks away, shaking his head.

Its dusk as we arrive back at the Yellowstone. Beast is back in the stable, happily munching carrots that Tate is feeding him. "How was your trip to town Aunt (Y/n)?" Tate asks, giggling as Beast nibbles his palm. "Well lil buck, I gotcha somethin.". I pull out a pair of brand new leather gloves, embroidered with his initials. "Since I know you lost yours in the crik last week. Look, T.D. Now dont go losin em now, those cost me a pretty penny." He hugs me tight. "Thank you, I promise I won't lose them. I love you.". I'm takin aback but chuckle. "I love you too little buck". He runs off shouting for his dad, who turns the corner and they collide. "Woah hey, where's the fire son?" He proudly shoves the yellow gloves in his dad's face. "Look what Aunt (Y/n) got me! And they're emboideld!" "I think you mean embroidered son. Those are awesome." Kayce looks at me, a big smile one his face. Happy that at least one sibling of his loves his soon they should. "Thank you (n/n)" he mouths I tip my cowboy hat to him. "I'ma go shower 'fore we leave Kace." He just nods and leads Tate to the lodge.

The cold water hits my back, almost done finishing my shower. Being a hand on a ranch makes you sweat and heat up no matter how cold Montana can get. "(Y/n) you in here?". I hear a voice call out. Poking my head out, I see Rip standing in front of the sinks. "You almost done?" He huffs out, visibly annoyed. I ignore him and turn the water off. I open the curtain, letting him see me naked. The water droplets rolling down my body. Rip just clicks his tongue then leaves as I'm wrapping my towel around me.

Kayce is driving, Rip is in the passenger seat, and I'm in the back. Whispering to the songs on the radio. "Can you shut the fuck up?" Rip snaps at me unexpectedly. "Excuse me? No offense Mr. Wheeler, but if you're so god damn annoyed by me, why did YOU hire me? You need to pull that wild hair out your ass and talk to me like a god damn adult and not just be a dick to me. Cause I sure as hell dont know what I've done to piss you off." He just scoffs and looks out the window the rest of the trip. Kayce shoots me a bewildered look through the rearview mirror, I shrug in return. The air and the people in the truck are tense the rest of the way. And even after we get back to the ranch.

A few days have passed, Lloyd keeps trying to get me to talk to Rip. Apparently since my "blow up", he's been choppin at his bit and gettin on everyone's ass for little things. "And I mean shit, he looked damn near ready to punch Jimmy after he dropped the bottle of wound dust.". Ryan just looks at me. "What did you say?". Teeter repeats it all back to him slowly and sarcastically. "Nobody hear can understand yall. You're southerners, we're not." Ryan replies emphatically. "She's saying that I've been a dick to everyone and I'm sorry" Rip says from the doorway, startling us who had out backs to him. "Can I speak to (Y/n) alone?" People started to get out of their chairs, grumbling. Instead I stood up and headed out the front door of the bunkhouse. Rip catches up with me quickly, damn his long legs. "C'mon. We're going to my room to speak.".

"Sit. Explain." I tell him and point to the bed. I start undressing and changing into sleep clothes. "First of all, I'm sorry." He trails off, but I dont want him to have time to think of an excuse. "Sorry about?". I egg on. "I'm sorry for being a massive jerk. I saw something I shouldn't have and its been bothering me.". I sit next to him, big baggy shirt and short shorts. "Saw somethin you shouldn't've? Rip, you're one guy I know that's seen everythin. To say you've seen somethin you shouldn't've scares me I'm gonna be honest.". He just chuckles, he takes his cowboy hat and jacket off, setting them on an adjacent rocking chair. He sits facing me. "Look. What I'm about to tell you is serious, and I hope you don't look at me differently. It was an accident, I promise." "Just spit it out Rip, you're legit scarin me right now.". I laugh nervously. "2 weeks ago I was coming up the stairs, it was late but John needed to talk to Kayce and I. Well...as I'm passing your room, I decided to check up on you. See if you were doin alright. And well what I saw was...you...naked, with a vibrator and well...you- you uh..were saying my name. A lot-" "okay! I get it." I interrupted. A couple beats of silence passed. I finally mustered up the courage to ask him what I've been wanting to since I watched him leave my doorway two weeks ago. "I know. I saw you leave. I was hoping you didnt see anything. Kinda...ruined my orgasm" I huffed out awkwardly but he just laughed. "Did you like what you saw?" I asked, hiding my stupidly red face. I felt his hand grasp my chin lightly. "Look at me darlin'. You are the most beautiful creature on this god forsaken earth I have ever seen. Clothes on or not." His smile spread ear to ear. It was beautiful. Watching this man who's life hasn't spared mercy to was like watching the sunset from the biggest mountain on the ranch. Breathtaking. We leaned in for a kiss but someone clearing their throat stopped us. "Uuuugh, WHAT?-- Oh. Hi dad." I get up to go talk to him. "Hey baby girl, how'd the auction go today?" "It was good, uhm. We're talking about something important, can what you have to talk about wait till tomorrow?" I ask, hoping he'd say yes it could wait and take my time and run away into the sunset with the man I've loved since I first set eyes on him. "I've gotta talk to Rip, honey. But I'll return him as soon as we're done." Dad smiles at me but eyes say that he's sorry. "Okay, that's alright.". Rip kisses my head as he walks past me. "I'll be back for my things darlin, don't you worry.".

[madude21]

Over time

Suzanne loved being pregnant with her bosses baby. Not only was he a good lover but also a great boss. When she started at a tech company she never imagined she would have it so easy.

At first she was just a regular secatatary, taking calls, scheduling meetings, and all the boring paper work no one wanted to do. After awhile she was sick of it and went to her boss ,Jack, to ask for a more important position.

She never really thought anything of him until she saw how dirty he really was. One day, as she approached his corner office she saw that it was locked and started to head back to her desk. Bit before that she heard a muffled "AAAHHH" sound.

Fearing her boss was in trouble she unlocked the door to help him. When the door was opened she saw Jack rubbingone out to his computer."GET THE HELL OUT" he yelled.

She quickly shut the door and stated back to her desk. So many thoughts were going through her head as she tried to forget about what she saw. Not 5 minutes had passed before Jack called her back into his office.

"I'm sorry you had to see that Suzanne, I know it was wrong and I'll think twice before trying that again. But please can we keep this between us, my dad would kill me if he found out what I did at his company" he explained

"I think we should get you a new lock. I got into your office with just a paper clip" Suzanne said in a calm voice. "What, why are you thinking about the door Suzanne"

"You can call me Suzie, and I think you're dad is the least of your worries". He gulped "I'm done for ain't I?" He asked with fear in his voice. "Now ever since I started here you've treated me fair and I think we can reach a fair agreement"

Jack thought the worst as he started to worry about what Suzie was planning. "what did you have in mind?"he asked in a shaky voice. "I know there a new branch management position open, I would like to have it" Suzie said smirking. "Done, it's yours" Jack said hoping that it was all. "There is one other thing". Susie got up and walk towards Jack with malicious intent.

"I want you put a baby's in me" Susie demanded. "What did you say?" Jack wanted to make sure that this was real. "With all this work I've been doing I haven't been able to really live a social life and I want to become a mother before it's too late". Jack was astonished, he didn't really have a social life either because he grew up rich and was basically raised by tutors. "I... uh... don't know what to say". "Don't say anything, just sit there and look pretty" Suzie bent over and took her panties off and dropped on the floor infront of him. Jack's heart raced as he couldn't believe what was happening right now. "Are we really doing this, right here, right now?". Susie ignored his words and started to unbuckle his pants. Jack was in shock, he knew that this was wrong but he was afraid of what she might do if he stopped her.

"just relax and try to be quiet this time" she put her leg over his chair, as her wet pussy hovered over his cock, she guided his dick inside her. "mmnng" she moned softly as to not draw any attention. Jack was enjoying himself until "hnnng" he didn't last long. Susie felt his worm cum inside her "that's ok boss, I got what I wanted". She got off him, turned around and bent over to pick he panties up.

"I'm not done yet" jack grabbed her wrist, his cock was still hard and his confidence had grown. "I don't mind making sure I'm pregnant" she leaned on his desk and presented her cum filled pussy. "I'm gonna enjoy this" he whispered in her ear as he started ramming his hips against her ass. His dick reaching deep inside her. They didn't care how loud they were, they fucked each other all morning that day.

That was 9 months ago and now Suzie sat in her own office with her beautifully round belly. Jack had her office custom made so that their coworkers were deaf to the sounds of their "one on one meetings". Jack entered her office and locked the door "thought we could have some fun before the meeting. How's my son doing". "he has been causing some trouble in there, I think he wants his daddy". Suzie bent over on here chair, awaiting Jack's dick. "You shouldn't even be working being a week overdue, but I can't deny that ass" Jack began fucking her. Wrapping his hands around her plump baby bump and feeling and his son kicking much more than usual "he's really fussy today huh?". Jack turned Suzie so that he could get a better grip of her belly "not so rough today" Suzie begged."I'll try" Jack responded as he pulled her belly aggenst his hips.

They made love for 20 minutes before the pains began. "Aaagh" " are you alright?" "Yes it's nothing, just don't stop". Jack continued, he couldn't resist her jucy pussy as it was extra wet today. " oh god, unnnggg" Suzie's water broke and soked her carpet floor. "Was that the baby" jack asked, worried. "No I just camed" she lied.

"Are you sure, that's a lot of juice" "yeah I've been drinking a lot of liquids" Susie didn't want to miss this meeting, she had to be present not because she needed to but she wanted to see Jack get his promotion. "I'll be fine I can last an hour before the baby comes" she thought. " you go get ready for the meeting, I'm going to clean up this mess and" she was interrupted by a painful contraction. "Are you ok" jack asked "just Braxton hics, nothing to worry about. You go I'll see you at the meeting" she said rushing him out the door. "Please, I want to see Jack inherent the company, just stay in there for a little while"

At the meeting, she was lucky to be seated at the far side, away from Jack. The CEO and Jack's dad, the owner and founder, sat at the other end of the table. As the meeting began the time between her contractions grew smaller. "It's only an hour, I can make it" she said as she felt her baby pushing against her cervix. The meaning was like any other boring corporate meeting. They started by sharing quarterly reports and future contracts. She couldn't focus on anything they were saying as she tried so hard to stay silent.

"Finally it was time for Jack to receive his promotion. Jack's father got up to address the room "now on to more exciting news, I think it's time to welcome our new CFO Jack" everyone in the room started clapping and as they did Suzie was able to let out a small whimper of pain as she felt like pushing. As the noise died down Jack started to speak "I am very honored to have this position and I would like to thank my branch manager, this could have happened without you Suzanne and I would like to thank you for all your hard work". She stood up trying very hard not to scream "thank you all for supporting me... I know times been tough but together we can-mnngg-get through it". She sat down quick, and as she did another contraction hit her.

When the meeting was overly quickly waddled to her office. She knew that she wasn't going to make it to the hospital and laid on the floor to push. A couple of minutes I'd pass and she could feel her baby halfway up the birth canal. Suddenly Jack swung the door opened " I knew it, why didn't you tell me?". "Just shut up and help me deliver this baby,I'm so close" she said pushing her baby. "No son of mine is being born in an office" Jack stuff cheese fingers inside Suzie and started to push their son back. "NNOOO, STOP" Suzie cried out in vain. "now I'm going to carry you and you're going to keep your legs shut until we get to the hospital, understood? " Suzie nodded.

The trip to the hospital was excruciating. Jack would constantly stick his fingers inside Suzie to make sure his baby stayed inside. Every time Suzie pushed he pushed back. But right as they got into the parking lot Suzie was able to push her babies head out. "PLEASE JUST LET ME FINNISH" "NO, YOU BETTER START WAIT TILL THE DELIVERY ROOM" Jack pulled her up. It was hard to walk when there was a baby in between her legs. Jack manage to find a wheelchair and sat her down. When they got to the lobby Jack yelled for the doctor's help but in vain because with one final push his son was born.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Going Through Changes

🩸Previous Parts Here🩸

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, cursing, insults, threats, very recent murder, slightly graphic description of kills, awkward conversations, Kells in denial, boys trying to be mature, ish, kisses, teasing, almost fingering, getting caught, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: mature with a hint of explicit

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

The ride home was strange to say the least. Dom was still riding high after having his urges met- though a little disturbed he hadn't been able to complete his entire ritual. It was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that- one, he hadn't actually killed the one that pissed him off, and two, it hadn't been done exactly right. His elephant necklace felt heavy around his neck though it weighed almost nothing. He knew it shouldn't bother him especially because he'd been seen and accepted by his mate… or so he'd felt while in the building.

They'd held each other and shared come-down kisses until his knot let them separate. The moment the omega was free he smiled at Dom before the Alpha watched the mask fall back in place. They got dressed in near silence as Colson called someone. The cleaners he said, that way they could go ahead and leave. They were expected somewhere and had already lingered over an hour. The killer was sure it would be fine. Tom liked methodical activities like packing.

Dom assumed the facade would drop away once they were safely hidden in the back of an oversized SUV but something was obviously on his lover's mind and he was scared to push. He was a mate though, wasn't he supposed to help his omega with his thoughts? Was he supposed to ask? Talk? How did people do it? It wasn't as if he had a good example, he knew enough to know his duty wasn't to punch his partner in the face like his dad would have his mum. Though his lip still twinged from where the other man had backhanded him the night before.

“You gave ‘em me address yeah?” He finally spoke into the darkened car. There wasn't even music playing. And he was supposed to be the sociopath here? He picked at a string on the seam of his pants and waited to see if he would get anything in return but all he heard was a soft noise he assumed meant ‘yes’. “Do… you want me to stay at it?”

Kells huffed and furrowed his brows, finally turning to look at the guy he just helped to kill two people under his employ. The boy he'd just let bite him. The psycho he could still feel inside him every time he moved. Shit he was still full of his cum, he could feel it soaking into his pants and probably staining the leather seat. He could see worry in Dom's eyes and he knew he was pulling the same shit he had for the last month. Or more. “Why the hell would you ask that? I just asked you to move in. You think I'm such a bitch I'd let my pussy talk for me?” That hadn't been how he had meant to react. Fuck.

Dom took a breath and shook his head, his fingers moving to his neck to fiddle with the charm there. Hormones or just his mate? He was starting to wonder. “I fink we was boff caught up in the moment and I don't want to make you feel suffocated. You used to living on ya own and now you gonna ‘ave two new people, fhree so-”

“I will rip your dick off if you finish that statement.” Kells growled and he internally smirked when the Alpha crossed his legs. He should know better, Col enjoyed that part of his lover more than that. “Are you saying you were caught in the fucking moment and you don't want to move in with me?” He was surprised at how scared of the answer he was. Dom had become his only way to sleep. His safety. His damn home no matter how much it annoyed him.

“I been living wiv yas. Jus’ wiv’out me clothes which ain't been fun. Course I wanna move in. We making a family. I jus’ don't want you to realize I'm a cunt over summat small like I leave the toofpaste cap off.” The boy shrugged. He was trying so hard to be honest.

“Do you leave the cap off? Cause I can train that out of you.” Colson half teased, he was sure he could easily break any bad habits the other man had.

“Not on pur- tha's not the bloody point! I got ADHD, sometimes I'm dumb. Wha' I don't want is you ‘ating me.” He took a chance and dropped his fidgeting hand to his mate's lap, hoping for Col to meet him basically halfway.

“See? I told you who the bitch is here. I'm not upset with you dumbass, I'm just upset. I feel like I'm fucking up everything with work and I probably don't have long before I'm outed.” The omega sighed and took his lover's hand in his own.

“So you can admit it?”

“I was meaning the fucking bite on my neck. It's pretty obvious you're an Alpha.” He was lying of course but to himself just as much as to the other man.

“Alphas mate. Sure it's rare but…” Dom shrugged and trailed off, he was trying to support his badass boss bitch but it was hard because he didn't want to add to the lies Kells was telling himself. If this was how he worked on accepting their fate he would help as much as he could. Without half truths he hoped.

“I know. It'll be fine, I'm just… I don't know. Not used to this shit.” He laughed mirthlessly. He didn't want to make Dom think he wasn't happy with him but he couldn't even navigate family relationships, how was he supposed to figure it out with him? With lots of sex preferably but they couldn't exactly use their bodies to work it out in the back of a chauffeured SUV. “What's freaking you out right now?” He decided to ask instead, the fingers of his free hand tracing the mark he left on the boy’s arm.

Dom knew Colson was trying and he was starting to see this was how the omega opened up. Basically every time they shared the Alpha had to open up first. “Tha’ you scared of wha’ you saw or summat. Tha’ you refinking us. Tha’ you pissed about the bite. And…” He sighed. If they were going to work he had to be honest. “I didn't kill ‘em right. It's fucking wiv me.”

Col nodded as he thought, he tried to give it a moment and let everything filter through before he answered. He looked up his lover's cases after their first meeting so he knew what monster was after him. It's why he'd felt safe since. Yungblud was fucking terrifying- the crime scene photos on Tom’s blog were a Jackson Pollock of blood. Glasgow smiles showing broken teeth, so many small cuts, and deeper ones showing bone. It was methodical but the finishing touch of his pachyderm charm burned into the victim's skin was an almost comical cherry on top. All that nightmare fuel he knew but he also knew the why. “You don't scare me and I'm sorry I interrupted. I'm not rethinking you, asshole. Did you not catch me helping at the end? Even saying that though and knowing I need you, it changes a fuck ton in my life. Plus I might be gaining a pet psycho but I could be losing a lot. But please don't feel like you can't do whatever the fuck you need as long as you don't get caught.” It felt like too damn much, he wasn't used to talking unless it was to his mom.

“It's okay to be scared. I'm scared… I fink. I'm ‘appy too but you a big arse change. I stayed away from me sisters to keep ‘em safe from wha’ I do and now I can't do tha'. I can't leave yas.”

“Yeah but this shit doesn't bother me as long as you don't get stains on my stuff.”

“You still pissed about tha’?”

“Uh yeah, that was an expensive rug. You have zero respect for the finer things in life.”

“I got respect for you, me.” Dom smiled, kissing his mate's cheek. He obviously wasn't meaning Colson when he was talking about being scared but he didn't know how to say it without triggering another fight. Obviously their kid would grow up around violence but not the way he had. They might tease each other but there was love and they could do this right. Right?

“Stop it. We're almost there and you're not gonna say whatever the fuck you're thinking about.” Just as Kells finished his sentence the vehicle pulled to a stop. He let his mate kiss him before he turned to open the door.

“Wha' if ‘ey an Alpha?” The boy’s voice sounded so small, terrified, and as young as he appeared. Col squeezed the door handle tight as his heart started to race. His foot was already out on the ground and he could easily ignore the query. He should. He had literally just told him no.

“With you as a dad there's no way they'll turn out like them.” The omega's voice was barely above a whisper and Dom barely caught it over the noise of LA life around them. He didn't look back and he didn't say anything else, he just stepped out of the car and shut the door in his lover's face.

There was something warm in Dom’s belly trying to fill the pit that had been forming there. Something wet touched his cheeks and he had to wipe them clean. He knew how hard it was for the older man to say those words, how difficult he was finding it to admit. He almost didn't want to exit the SUV because he knew outside of it they'd have to act like that comment was never made. He took a breath to steel himself because he knew the mask would be back in place. So he was shocked when he finally joined the omega after a moment and Colson took his hand.

“Shut the fuck up. Don't give me those eyes. You're on thin ice but I'm not gonna be a dick to you in front of Tom. Dude is like scary good at what he does and I'd like to keep my money where it is.” It was partially another lie, he'd genuinely just craved the Alpha's touch after what he'd said but he couldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he was needed.

The flat was chaos as they entered, but Dom could see how it was controlled. His brother had a method to his madness and he couldn't fault him. That would be hypocritical as hell. As he shut the door behind him his mate pulled out his phone and he watched as Kells ordered someone to bring a U-Haul truck to help. The man might not be able to say the word love but he could fucking show it. As soon as he was done he was backing the boy against the wall.

“Mmm, ‘ello luv.” Dom smiled, his arms wrapping around his partner's waist to tuck his fingers just inside the back of his pants. The combined scent of them was like perfume on the man, he couldn't help but wonder how drenched he was between his legs.

“‘Ello.” Colson tried to fake his accent but it was atrocious even to him. “Ya know… I haven't been here before.”

“No you ain't.”

“Which means I haven't been to your room.” Kells hummed, flicking his tongue over the Alpha's plush lips. He could feel Dom growing hard between their pressed close bodies already and he ground his hips harder just to watch those jade eyes flash red.

“You right. Wanna see?” The boy didn't know where this conversation was going but he was starting to understand where it ended up. Them naked and panting and tangled together on his mattress. He just hoped he wasn't too judged on his décor.

“I do. That also means your poor bed has never been christened properly and you're about to abandon it. Isn't that shit tragic?”

“Y-yeah. Should- we should-” Dom's voice broke off in a whine when Col reached for his arm and tried to press his hand deeper in his slacks. “Fuck- so wet for me.”

“Don't get too big an ego bitch, most of that is your cum.” Kells laughed before it turned into a gasp. His mate's touch teased between his folds and exploded his hole with a surprisingly sure touch.

“I dunno about tha’. Fink ya pussy is begging for me.” It was rare for Dom to feel safe saying something like that but he wanted to try being more secure. The only problem was they'd both somehow forgotten they weren't alone.

“Boss?” Mod’s voice was dripping with awkward trepidation.

Colson just dropped his forehead to his mate's and cursed under his breath. “God damnit.”

“That's what you get trying to fuck in the front room like horny brats instead of helping me pack.” Tom's gentle chide surprisingly made the other omega laugh.

“Can someone explain what the fuck is happening?” Poor Mod, Tom hoped they didn't kill him for their mistake.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🖤

Sorry these have been a little shorter, I haven't been feeling very well. And I know I'm covering a lot of one day but it's an important one I think. We'll move on soon. I love them trying so hard to talk stuff out but still being catty with each other. Poor Mod, let's hope they let him live (I think Tom might enjoy him too much) I hope you're all enjoying it 💣🖤

[mugiloves]

THE LAST OF US (2023)

JOEL AND ELLIE'S RELATIONSHIP GROWTH FROM—

“you're cargo to you're not my daughter and I sure as hell ain't your dad to it's okay, baby girl. I got you to it wasn't time that did it.”

1.04 Please Hold to My Hand

1.06 Kin

1.08 When We Are In Need

1.09 Look For the Light

[emmettworld]

Sorry for submitting an ask related to The Discourse. This ended up being such a wall of text that "i ain't reading all that" might be the only appropriate response. I feel like very often when there's some internet outrage directed at a person (like mass reporting or sending annoying asks) it's a direct consequence of a fucked up game of telephone where someone is reduced to one thing they once posted, and that thing in question is gradually stripped of any nuance to the point of being spread around as something else entirely. I have not been following your blog closely in the last couple of weeks, but from everything that I have seen recently it seems that people are going through this chain of misinformation (or willful malicious ignorance, or stupidity. we may never know): This user wrote a story which included depictions of CSA! -> This user makes pornographic content of fictional children and gets sexual gratification from seeing that content! -> This user makes and enjoys actual, real-life CP! The jump from the first step to the second is already an insane leap, but from what I have seen this is how internet hate mobs snowball into successfully mass reporting or bullying people off of social media. Just going with the least charitable imagining of the step they're currently at so they can arrive at the next one, squeezing a person into a "that guy who did that thing" box, as if there is no other context surrounding said thing. What bothers me about this especially, is that there might be an interesting (though difficult and draining) conversation about the first step of that chain, which as far as I know, is true - but it gets buried under braindead criticisms of either things you haven't done (like every subsequent step in the chain) or something that's boring and irrelevant (like "but what if someone ignores every content warning imaginable and reads it anyway and gets traumatized!!!"). Not all portrayals of CSA are created equal. Like, example, loli hentai is literally just porn made for pedophiles as the target audience. Obviously, that's super far off from what you're creating but I think it gives rise to a valid question: given a piece of media depicting CSA of fictional characters, where is the line between that piece of media being a worthwhile exploration of the topic and it being just CP with fictional kids as a proxy for real ones? Authorial intent? Whether someone ends up getting off to it? I have no fucking clue if I'm being honest. And I'm sure as all hell that tumblr also doesn't, so they just default to "it's all bad and irresponsible, delete your blog".

no need to apologize, anon. but i am sorry for responding with an answer you may not like, and i understand if you don't want to interact or associate with me now.

i think sometimes yes, it is a lot of misunderstandings and miscommunications. but i am the second step. i do get sexual gratification from explicit fictional content (drawn or written) with fictional minors.

the thing that makes it complicated, and apparently too complex for some people to understand, is that the sexual gratification is not because of a sexual attraction to children.

for me, it's about what fictional children represent. it's about twisting that symbolic innocence into something disturbing. it's about using the undeveloped psychology of a fictional child and the naive trust in order to craft more twisted, manipulative scenarios. it's about putting a symbol of youth and purity in adult situations and playing with those elements, seeing if that youth and purity stays or if it's destroyed by the trauma. if there even IS trauma -- not all of the content i make will be angsty or whumpy, because sometimes it's still just as delightfully disturbing to make it Simple and Sweet.

once upon a time, my dad did something incredibly traumatizing to me as a kid, and it's a trauma that i cope with through Logan all the time. it's literally the 'David using his son as his wife' trauma.

i've had a lot of time to do some self-reflection ever since then and i've realized now, that night changed me. it changed how i think. it made me drawn to explicit fiction with fictional minors, specifically paired with or abused in some way by adults. that wasn't just something i always felt.

you're absolutely right about things snowballing, and i do think at this point, people think that they can just 'cancel' anyone they don't like. and i absolutely agree that not all portrayals of explicit content with fictional minors are made equal.

but i don't think loli hentai, or any animated medium with fictional minors, is just for pedos. i think it can be CONSUMED by pedos (like anything), but like…you can find plenty of adjacent things on any porn site. underage kink, ageplay, daddy's little girl, mommy's little boy -- there is a kink for every genre in that category, and i don't think getting sexual gratification from it makes you a pedo.

the icky morally gray area that people tend to avoid is that fiction cannot, and should not, be judged by intent. fictional CP could range from anywhere on a scale of 'artfully written story about abuse' to 'totally obscene PWP'. and ultimately, it just comes down to whether you want to engage with it, and whether you can still value a person as a person knowing that they might get off to something that gives you the creeps.

[fullofgutsndopamine]

We Could Build A Home (We Could Play Pretend) chapter five

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TWIl angst, cursing, alcohol, alcoholism, toxic/abusive relationship with parents (yours/charlies), toxic masculinity, heavy reference to physical abuse, fighting, charlie is a dick

they days after are filled with you trying to find a new hobby, something to keep your hands busy, to keep your mind off him and the sting that came with the song-

and also, trying to keep the snippet of the song you heard out of your head. it plays again and again, like a lullaby, taunting you in the back of your head when your eyes close, when your eyes wander over to his side of the house

Everything reminds you of him, and it's torture.

Even the lake, that sits right in your front yard, can see it when you're poured over doing dishes, reminds you of him, the days you'd sit on his broken pier, holding his hand as he walked you down it, could give in at any second, a torn beach towel in his hand as he laid it down for you, laid next to you, his hand on top of yours as he made the motion with the lake gently, crashing into the sea-wall, retreating, hitting again-

"I think in a past life, I was the lake."

you crane your head to look at him, his arms folded behind his head, your head rests on his arm and you watch him silently.

he look even more tired in the sun, you spent half this time tracing the marks the sun brought out onto his face gently, fingers dance from one freckle to the next, gently scoop your fingers into his dimples, the kind that only seems to show up when he's out of his house-

you use your elbow to prop yourself up more, to really look at him, because he hasn't done much talking lately, especially not anything deep-act like you don't feel his hand on your lower back when you sit halfway up

His hand is still over yours, larger than yours, calloused to hell and back and scarred- "I'd find you," he says quietly, gently, "past life or not. Whatever you come back as, i'd find you."

and the moment is to sweet for a second, makes you roll back onto your back: "even if i was a worm?"

a lazy laugh comes back, uses his hand to block the sun out of his eyes, "i'd dig through every last tomato plant to find you."

You bite your lip, because you know this is a joke, but it's still sweet to you, still means something to you-those little notes he'd leave in your mailbox, usually just a reminder that it was trash night, or something silly like that, signed with a C and a scribble, hit you that was a worm, all this time later-

you miss those nights, would do anything for them, and the next house over, so would charlie-

It comes in a rare moment of his father not drunk off his ass, asks where you are, seems genuinely surprised to not find you in his wake.

and charlie hasn't had time to practice this, hasn't slept in two days, got up when he heard the screen door slam close to make his father breakfast-

charlie cuts into a pancake he made, "Not sure, sir," charlie mumbles, and his father hates mumbling, hates when charlie doesn't look at him when he's speaking. "I think they've been busy with-"

his fathers fists slam on the kitchen table, "Look at me when you speak, Charles. I don't know how many god damn times we have to go over this."

and his patience for the day is slowly draining, pouring out of his father, and he wishes he could scoop the patience back into him, just wants a good day, cried himself to sleep over you last night-

"Yes, sir." charlie places the fork down, eyes dart around for a second before he licks his lips and continues, "I think they've been working-"

his voice cracks. knows he's going to have to practice speaking about you, get rid of the crack his voice makes, will have to adjust to a life without you-wil clears his throat, begging himself to pull it together for just a second.

"You cryin', boy?" His dad is yelling already, zero to sixty in seconds flat, "I'm tryin' to raise a man, ain't no boy of mine gonna be cryin'-"

His father makes his way across the table and charlie’s eyes slam shut, prays for it to be over, for it to end-usually, he'd be thinking of you, the constant that got him through it, but now, that hurt even more-

His face is harder, when he goes into town without you, less apology's with shaking hands for the paying in change, more of a stoic: "Say something. i dare you." on his face now, not the same charlie who stopped to pick flowers and carefully tuck them behind your ear as you both made a day of shopping around.

You start hearing all these stories of him, his fists doing the talking to anyone in town who had anything at all to say (the stories aren't passed down, of course, of the cashier who's at the receiving end of his fist, a snide comment that they're glad he dropped you, was trash anyways, would end up like your father, or if you're lucky, dead like your mother-)

You go out of your way to avoid seeing him, so when you finally do, a hot day for the Fall, even by Michigan's standards, sweat has your bangs plastered to your forehead as you tear weeds up-somehow, the sound of the gravel under feet surprises you, you jump-and there he is.

and there the fuck he is.

part of you is so excited to see him, not use to this hiatus of him, you want to drop the shovel out of your hand and run to him, throw your arms around his neck as he spins you around like he use to-

his move first, you tell yourself quietly.

instead, a small crowd is behind him, these new friends of his you know only in passing, wouldn't be able to tell you their names, have cupped hands and are whispering to one another as they stare at you, at the house.

and charlie is swaying back and forth in his spot, drunk, even after he said for years and years, he wouldn't do that, not after what you two have seen-

charlie speaks first, and you half don't even want an apology, all he would have to do is say your name, or darling or acknowledge your existence-and you'd forget those sleepless nights over him, missing him.

"i was always the dumb one, right?" he hiccups, is so obviously drunk, "Just in your shadow"

Where the fuck is this coming from?

"charlie, you idiot." You stand, dust the dirt off your knees, "What are-"

He's talking, or more yelling, because he could never whisper, even when he wasn't drunk, and was just a kid following you around in his dad's too big tee-shirts and broken overalls, missing teeth and his father's cowboy hat too big for his head, always falling over his eyes as he talked in an excited lisp about the lake, the fish. When he was a child and everything was less scary-

You can't look at his face, the black eye he wears, the fact that you aren't even sure if it was the receiving end of his father or a stranger hurt more-

Jason is in charlie's crowd. He has a beer bottle in-between his fingers, but he's pulling at the collar of his shirt as he's looking at you, not the confident Jason who's been by your side, the one who ended every comment with "That's what she said" or a snort, comes to charlie’s side as he's talking to you, ranting to you, more like it, claps him on the shoulder, makes charlie jump.

"C'mon, charlie." Jason says, "Why don't you show me your guitar you were talkin' about? Or the motor. I could fix it, probably." Jason swings back his beer, takes it and chucks it into your recycling can, makes charlie hiccup again, must've lost his train of thought.

"Y-yeah?" charlie says gently, eyebrows squished together, looks so fucking confused, "T-the engine."

And Jason turns him, leads him by his shoulder, turning around to you with wide eyes, you mouth thank you and wait until he's out of sight to let your shoulders drop and wipe at your leaking eyes

[jungle-angel]

This Tired Cowboy (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Rhett's exhausted as the season begins to change, but that doesn't mean you won't help him through it

Rhett rubbed the back of his neck, trying to get the kinks out of the muscles that had been bothering him all day long, but it was no use. It ran all the way down into his shoulders and up the back of his head, even into his eyes.

T-Bone, the patriarch of the cattle herd sniffed at him and nudged Rhett with his snout, a bullish moo coming from his throat as he put his hooves up onto the fence rail.

"I know bud, I know," Rhett told him, petting the coffee colored bull's snout. "I'm hurtin bad."

He looked like hell and felt like shit, but Rhett kept going, wanting to finish off the chores before the afternoon could turn to evening. Several of the ranch hands had all gotten sick or had to go into town for one reason or another, leaving Rhett and Royal to pull most of the load.

Rhett headed back towards the other end of the fence where his father was busy hammering the large nails in with a mallet. "Hey son," Royal greeted, looking up from his work.

All Rhett could muster was a tired wave before the pain took him back in again. "Another hand go home?" he asked.

"Yeah, John Two-Feathers had a court appointment this mornin," Royal answered. "It's the last one before he's got full custody of his youngest grandkid."

Rhett was relieved at the news. All week he had worried about Two-Feathers who was one of the best hands the Abbotts could hire, wondering if he'd be able to get full custody of his youngest grandkid. Rhett knew all too well what that was like and so didn't the rest of the family, constantly being in and out of the courthouse when you and him had taken custody of Amy and legally adopted her as your own.

"You ok?" Royal asked him. "Ya'll look like you got hit by a bus."

"I feel like it Dad," Rhett yawned. "I didn't sleep great at all last night."

"You go back to the house, I can finish up out here," Royal told him. "There's only one or two things that need doing so it ain't a big deal."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, it's just critters that need beddin down for the night," Royal said. "I'll take over milking Abigail in the morning so you and (y/n) can get some sleep."

Rhett thanked his father and began making his way back to the house, stumbling up the back steps and into the kitchen before kicking off his boots and sticking them on the rack between the kitchen counter and the door.

Rhett lazily made his way into the living room where you had already taken over the couch. You were laid out on your back, propped up only by two throw pillows while your nearly finished knitting was spread out on your swollen belly, the click of your needles being the only noise in the house besides the ticking of the old grandfather clock that Rhett's grandmother had brought with her when she had come over from Switzerland.

"You ok Rhett?" you asked him as he knelt on the floor beside you.

"M'exhausted," he mumbled, pressing his nose and his lips against your belly.

He felt the sole of a tiny little foot pressing against his lips, an exasperated look forming on his face before his eyes turned to you. You laughed a little when he didn't say anything, the side-eye saying everything you were thinking.

"You see what the little butthead just did?" he asked.

"Try having at least one of their little butts resting on your bladder all day long," you chuckled.

Rhett groaned. "I knew they were trouble the minute we saw their little dingers on the ultrasound photos."

"And when you realized I drank almost a whole pitcher of sugar-free lemonade in the fridge," you added.

Rhett lay out on his back, the obscene noises causing your eyebrows to raise a little. "You good?"

"Yeah I'm just gonna lay here for a while," he chuckled.

And you were perfectly fine with it. Cecelia wasn't due back for another hour while Amy and Hannah weren't expected back from Joy and Martha's until dinnertime. You pulled the calendar off the clipboard on the coffee table, ticking off another day closer to your due date and one day closer to when your home in Bozeman would be done.

[imastrangeone98]

Vitamorte - Chapter 2: The Barrier

(A/N: I've been watching a lot of resident evil speedruns lately, so that inspired me to pick up this story again. No other explanation required cuz no ones gonna read it but me XD)

No warnings, but Leon is an overprotective hubby. Also it hit me that I haven't said where this would take place in the main timeline; it takes place between death island and re7

Chris knocked on the door.

A farmhouse wasn't what he expected for one of the best government agents and virus researcher. It was a nice place- a typical 2-story home with a lazy, old white shepherd lounging on the patio, a front yard with an apple tree and a swing, and no neighbors around for miles.

Perfect for privacy.

The dog lifted its head and wagged its tail.

"Hey, Milky," Chris chuckled, leaning over to pat the good boy on the head. "You're still kicking, huh?"

Milky panted and rested its head again.

"Who the hell is that? I swear I didn't order a-" The door swung open, revealing the one person Chris was hoping to avoid- Leon Kennedy-Kim himself. And it seemed like Chris was the last person Leon was expecting, too. Because he froze immediately at the sight of his colleague, lips curling into a fierce scowl.

"I thought I made it clear that I'm on break," Leon scoffed. "Whatever it is, I ain't hearing it until at least a month."

"Well, you're in luck, because you're not the one I'm here to see," Chris sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Is Sarah in?"

Leon stared at him, eyes piercing. "What are you-"

"Dad! Mom said pie's ready! C'mon, let's eat!"

Leon glared at Chris, but ultimately swung the door open. "Shoes off. We don't want dirt in the house."

Chris wordlessly obeyed, figuring that getting into Leon's good graces at the moment would get him better results. But as he shut the door behind him, he heard footsteps pattering in the room next door, and a head of blond hair popped out.

"Whoa, it's Uncle Chris," the little girl gasped, before she darted back in the room. "Zane, come on, Uncle Chris is here!"

He chuckled. Grace hadn't changed a bit since the last time he saw her. Still as energetic, bouncy and innocent as ever, a spitfire image of her mother with her dad's hair.

And then Zane walked out- tall for an 11-year-old, black hair, with Leon's piercing blue eyes to match. He smiled at the older man. "Hi, Uncle Chris. You look older."

"I feel older," he laughed, ruffling the boy's hair. "You got taller, I can tell."

"And hungrier. Boy tears through three bowls of rice like there's no tomorrow," Leon grumbled as he set out plates and cups. Grace finally snuck out to dash into the kitchen, giving Chris a small wave.

"...Are you here for work again, Uncle Chris?" Zane whispered, eyes fixed on the kitchen to make sure his sister was out of earshot. "More bad stuff?"

"Yeah." Chris sighed before patting Zane on the back. Kid was always too smart for his own good. "But don't worry. With me and hopefully your mom on the case, it shouldn't be too bad of a problem."

"So it's Mom..." Zane stared off into the distance before shaking his head. "Dad's not gonna like that."

"No, he isn't."

And speak of the devil, Leon reemerged from the kitchen holding a pitcher, and the very person Chris needed followed close behind, a large pie in hand.

"When Leon told me we had guests, I didn't realize I called the pest control," Sarah Kennedy-Kim cackled, setting down the pie to pat his shoulder. "What's the greatest bug killer doing in my house?"

"Catching rats," he sighed. "I could use a hand in getting a few strays."

She stared at him. Chris fidgeted under the intensity of her gaze.

"Really, now?" she finally said. Sarah plopped on a chair and cut some slices of pie, gesturing for Chris to sit.

Leon huffed, then passed over two hefty slices to the children, wordlessly motioning for them to head up the stairs. Zane caught on quickly, and after grabbing glasses of lemonade, prodded his sister to follow him up.

The two waited until there was a click of a door, and only then did Leon speak. "No."

"Leon-"

"Shut up," he hissed. "She left the field a long time ago, and for damn good reason. You want someone to risk their life, you ask me, but leave my wife out of this!"

"It's not that easy." Chris laid his palms flat on the table. "There's some shit going down in Chile. Some unknown disease is turning people into... something. Supergeniuses. Or freaks of nature." He leaned closer to the scientist. "I don't care whether it's a virus, parasite, or some other bullshit. You're the leading expert on this; I need you on this case."

Sarah hummed, but said nothing else for a solid second. Leon's brows furrowed.

"You've got Rebecca Chambers," she said simply. "She's a genius. Why not ask her?"

"I thought about it," he admitted. "But Rebecca isn't meant for dangerous field work. And more importantly..." He leaned forward, eyes fixed on the scientist. "She's not a gambler. Not like you are. I need someone who's willing to break the rules."

Leon scowled. Sarah shrugged, unfazed.

"Rebecca's fairly good at bending the rules." She poured a glass of lemonade and slid it over to Chris. "But I'll let it slide for now. What's the problem?"

"This." He slid over several pictures. Sarah picked them up and studied them, Leon leaning over her shoulder to take a peek. "Word has it that the disease that's infecting Los Duermos infects the mind- turns the people into-"

"Zombies." Leon waves his hand. "Mindless, dumb, bitches to take down. Shoot them in the head. Simple."

"That's the thing," Chris sighed. "They're not dumb corpses shuffling around. They're fully sentient, not driven by whatever virus or parasite is in their bodies. They're vastly more intelligent than they used to be. Apparently, a good chunk of them even act normally, going about their lives as they used to. But that's the lucky ones. The unlucky folks..."

She studied another picture. Her eyes narrowed. "Who the hell is..."

"Their bodies change drastically; it's like plastic surgery without going under." Chris pinched the bridge of his nose. "They all look the same. Man, woman, or child. They all look like Alex Wesker. With not even half the brains. They're mindless, dumb..." He looked at Leon. "Bitches to take down."

Leon scratched his chin. "It's like Simmons on steroids."

"No kidding." Chris leaned back in his chair. "You see why I need you now? We don't know what the hell is going on, and we need sharp eyes on the ground to get the info we need."

"An army of super geniuses and mutated Weskers..." Sarah mused. "Well, I guess-"

"Sarah," Leon whispered harshly. "This isn't a good idea. You know what happened last time."

She hummed. Chris looked at his folded hands.

"In his defense," she said, "I got kidnapped. It's not exactly field work in the slightest."

"But it still happened," he growled. "I'm not letting that happen ever again."

She silently took Leon's hand in hers, rubbing soft circles in his skin. He instantly softened, and brought her hand to his lips. Chris looked away, giving the couple a brief moment of privacy.

"How long do I have to decide?" she finally asked.

"Tomorrow morning. That's the latest."

She sighed. "I'll let you know by then."

Chris nodded; this was likely the best outcome he was going to get. He stood up and pushed his chair back in.

"Are you gonna finish that?"

He turned around to see Leon pointing at the untouched slice.

With a huff, he sat back down.

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A/N: when I was first writing this years ago, I couldn't figure out how to write this, but now it comes a bit more naturally

[boygiwrites]

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Author's Note.

Okay, last time, I swear! Next chapter will be longer and more productive.

Enjoy! 😊

Next to me in the backseat of Rick's car, Carl prattles on and on about all the new wilderness facts I taught him.

"And there's these mushrooms called Morels. You can find them growing on trees and they're edible, too. They taste kinda nutty."

Rick answers him with another half-assed, wow, like he's been doin' the entire drive, making me giggle when I catch his amused expression in the rear-view mirror. In the car behind us is Maggie, Glenn, Jacqui, and Jimmy, who were all pretty keen on joinin' our shooting lessons after all the commotion of the past couple days. We didn't bother Carol with an invitation, though. She seems to wanna stay locked in the RV all day, not talkin' to nobody. I feel real bad for her. We all do. Dad once said that having a child changes your life, but I suppose losing one changes it all over again, too. People die, people mourn. Life moves on. The only reason I'm here is 'cause I'm pretending I'm that strong.

"Oh, and when you're skinning an animal, you gotta make sure you don't press too hard, otherwise you'll pierce the poop tube."

Rick lets out a disgusted chuckle. "What the Hell's a poop tube?"

"You know. It's where the poop goes down before it, uh...."

"God," He shakes his head, peeling off the road and driving us into a small, green field. "Don't go tellin' your mother that one."

Once he brings the car to a stop underneath the shade of a big tree, Carl and I unbuckle and hop out, Maggie pulling in beside us soon after. He opens the trunk, unzippers the duffel bag, and I wait patiently beside Carl as Rick hands out pistols and ammo to the other adults first.

"Okay. First thing's first, these are semi-automatic handguns." He professionally explains. "One bullet per squeeze of the trigger."

Carl grabs for one, grumbling annoyedly when it goes to Glenn instead, who easily loads a clip into the chamber.

Maggie copies his fluid movements, getting familiar with the weapon. "Where'd you come across so much firepower, Grimes?"

"Long story." He shares a funny glance with Glenn as he passes the next gun to Jacqui. "Give ya the short version, we went through a Hell of a lotta trouble to get our hands on a bag from my old station, kept it ever since." The last two go to me and Carl. "Remember. These ain't toys."

We both give understanding nods. I know they ain't toys. I got that drilled into my head since I first laid eyes on my family's supply.

"Alright, let's go line up in front of that fence over there, see if we can't hit some targets. I'll give y'all the rundown on how to do it."

As we move to the centre of the field, Rick walks the fence line, carrying the bag of empty tins and bottles he brought with him, placing each one a fair distance apart. After that, he tweaks everybody's stances and grips. Maggie's is near perfect. Glenn's is perfect. He gives us a little look that says, uh-huh, that's right, making Carl roll his eyes and Jacqui smack his shoulder. He goes pink when Maggie laughs. They begin shooting as soon as they get the green-light, and after Rick checks over Jacqui and Jimmy, he does the same with me and Carl.

"Got it down pretty good." He hums. All he needs to do is square Carl's shoulders. "Guess your little woodland fieldtrip went well, huh?"

His tongue stuck out, Carl takes a slightly-off shot at one of the tins before saying, "Yeah, it did. Harley taught me."

"Well, if y'all managed to hit a rabbit, you'll breeze through this no problem."

Line up the sights, breathe in, breathe out, squeeze. My heart leaps as the bottle I was aiming for explodes, but I keep a straight face.

Much easier than hittin' a rabbit. Also much easier than hitting a group of walkers in the middle of the woods.

Rick smiles. "Nice work, Harley. How's the hearing?" 

At another bang from down the line, the ringing in my ear turns up a notch. I cringe, "It's ringin' again."

"Too bad we don't have earmuffs." He mutters to himself, before getting an idea. "Here." Stepping behind me, he cups both his hands over my ears. Ooh. That's much better. All the sounds are muffled now. It makes the splitting of metal and the shattering of glass a little more bearable. When I realize he's asking me something, I pull his wrist away and look up at him, curious. He chuckles. "I said, 'Is that better?'"

The corner of my mouth twitches upwards. Embarrased, I answer, "Yeah."

"Lemme know if you need a break or I'm squeezin' too hard." He says kindly before covering me again. "Here we go. Start shootin', missy."

For the next five minutes, I focus on pointing, breathing, and shooting, managing to hit my target once every three tries, and then once every two, and then I ain't missin' at all, anymore. Even though I can't hear 'em all too well, I see the others cheering me on every now and then.

After my last target goes flying off the fencepost, I lower the gun, tapping Rick on the arm to let him know to pull away.

"Doin' really well," He praises. "Especially with your reloadin', you got that down to an art. You need that break, now?"

I hate to admit it, but, "Yeah, I think so."

He understands. "Alright, go grab some water and sit in the shade for a bit. No harm done."

"Maybe when you come back," Carl adds cheekily, "I'll be able to hit even more targets than you."

I don't bother responding. I take myself back over to the cars, snatching up my water bottle from the pile on the ground before climbing onto the hood and taking a long sip. I spend some time just watching the others, doing my best to ignore the cruel headache crushing down on my skull but it's near impossible. I wish I could just reach inside my ear, rip out that ringing noise, and crush it like a bug beneath my boot.

At some point Glenn taps out as well, breaking away from the group and approaching me with a half-smile.

"Hey, Harley." He says, grabbing his water and a small snack. "You okay?"

"No. My stupid ear, it's hurtin' still." I complain, groaning wearily as he leans next to me on the car. "As if it bein' butt-ugly weren't enough."

"Hey, it's not ugly." He nudges me gently. "It's cool. Just like Rick's hat or your Dad's crossbow, it just makes you more interesting."

I don't get how people see badass or interesting when they look at my mangled ear-nub. Dad even called me beautiful. I'on get it.

When I don't respond, he hesitantly offers, "You wanna talk about it?"

"Not really." I mumble. Ain't much to talk about. Some things are better buried, like bodies in graves. "What 'boutchu? Why you over here?"

"I— I don't know." He shrugs. "Couldn't concentrate, I guess. I kept missing my shots, so I thought I'd quit while I was ahead."

I raise a brow. He must have something on his mind to be messin' up his aim like that. "You got sum' you wanna talk about?"

Chewing his lip nervously, he gazes out at Maggie as she reloads another clip into her gun's chamber, Rick as he jokes with Carl. Then with no warning, he awkwardly confesses, "Lori's pregnant. Rick doesn't know. And Maggie said she loves me but I didn't say it back."

Woah, uh... I don't know what to say. Lori and Rick are havin' a baby? Maggie and Glenn love each other, like boyfriend-girlfriend? Dang. No wonder his aim was shit. Those are some hefty secrets. I had enough trouble keepin' my one secret, but keepin' two?

Once I've swallowed down my surprise, I ask him incredulously, "Why you ain't tell nobody? Why you ain't tell Rick?"

I'm not too sure what happens when people find out they're having a baby, but don't they gotta, well, find out?

"Because Lori said she'd throw me back down the well if I said anything to him... I already spilled to Dale, though, and now you." Guilt crinkles expression. "Ugh, I'm so bad at secrets. I got her that test the other day, but now she doesn't even know if she wants to keep it."

Oh, that's right. The lady products. I didn't know you could decide if you want a baby or not once you got it. "How ya mean?"

He shakes his head. "Never mind. Just don't tell anyone else, please."

"Well, ya gotta tell him at some point, right?"

"I'm kinda just waiting to see what Lori does. It's her choice to make."

"And you and Maggie?" I prompt as he snaps off half his granola cookie and hands it to me. I take a bite. "She loves you?"

"Well, she said she did." He spends a long time chewing, thinking, staring at her. "I don't think she meant it. She's confused or something."

"I'on think Maggie's the type to get too confused 'bout things." I quip, doubtful. "She must'a meant it in some way, at least."

Lori guessed they was sweet on one another. I don't know too much about this sorta stuff. I never liked movies with princes and princesses in 'em, or books where the boy and girl kiss at the end. Real life ain't like that. There's things like suicide and custody. No, instead I liked the ones with adventure, like the Fox and the Hound and Alice in Wonderland. I liked pretending I was in some other, better world.

I know about Glenn, though, and I know I want him to be happy. If a strong, pretty girl like Maggie can do that for him, then I'm happy too.

"It's just, I didn't say it back." He sighs. "I was still too shaken up from this morning. Got scared, I guess. I mean, we barely know each other."

"Don't gotta. I loved Tank the second I saw him," I shrug, "I ain't know a thing about him."

"That was your guys' dog, right?" He smiles when I give a nod. I think he likes how simple my answers are. "So, you think I should talk to her?"

"If you don't, you'd be an idiot." I tell him. "Seen so much death by now that if a girl said she loved me, I'd count my dang lucky stars."

He chuckles at that. "You're not planning on stealing her from me, are you?"

"Might just."

"Whatever. Gimme that." He steals back the remainder of the cookie from my hand, making me squeal in protest. "I don't share with traitors."

"Hey!" He pops it in his mouth before I can swipe it back, whining, "Glenn!"

As he laughs around his mouthful, Rick comes up to us with a fond look on his face. "I gotta break somethin' up, here?"

I scoff. "He stole my damn food."

"Well, it was mine to begin with."

"Hey, no fighting while class is in session." He takes another cookie from the tupperware container and hands it to me. "Try pickin' on someone your own size next time." Taking a bite, I echo, yeah, somebody your own size. Then he asks me, "How's the ear doing?"

"Oh," I haven't even been paying attention to it until now, just Glenn. It's actually stopped ringing. "It ain't so bad anymore."

"That's good." He hums. "I reckon we'll be headed back soon, anyway, so just take it easy 'till then."

Glenn asks, "It's the sound of the gunshots, right?"

"Yeah. Definitely ain't doin' you any favors, huh?"

No shit. "I just wanna be able to shoot like you guys."

"Hey, you're pretty damn close already. You just need to start thinkin' about relying on quieter weapons, that's all. Like that knife of yours."

It's hard not to get angry when one mistake ruins a whole bunch other things. Lost an ear, gained tin-eye-dus, and now I can't even shoot no more. I was just startin' to get good, too. Ain't no use sulking, though, so I suck it up like a big girl and listen to Rick's advice.

"Knives are better, anyway." I say off-handedly, trying to convince myself of my own words. "Can't skin no rabbit with a gun."

He smiles and gives my shoulder a pat. "Exactly."

The three of us finish off a couple more cookies and talk about random stuff, like Rick's first day at his cop academy's shooting range and who we think is the best shot outta everyone still practicing. We don't talk about the baby in Lori's tummy, though. I feel a little giddy looking at Rick and knowin' something so exciting about him that he don't. It's like tryna hide a surprise party from someone. I just wanna tell him!

Wow, a baby. I ain't never been around one of those before. For once in my life, I won't be the youngest.

That might'a made me sad a couple days ago, but I think I'm ready to be growing up now.

Besides, I'll always be my Dad's baby no matter how old I am.

On the way home, Carl takes to rambling about how much he loved shooting, and how he can't wait to go again sometime. 

Author's Note.

Harley's so lucky to have such a supportive group of people looking after her. I'm jealous!!

Thanks for reading, everyone! 💙