#i'm swimming in this pool of blood and angst

[batstorm93672]

I had the biggest urge to write about blood the day I made this:

Then I thought... why not draw a scene? So I did and it is so bloody and it comes in two different versions!

Black and white:

Color:

Song is by Mumford and Sons "After The Storm"

Because death is just so full and man so small

[eloquentlytired]

— when the time comes

pairing: old man!logan howlett x gn! reader

word count: no idea but this one isn't very long.

part two is out!

tags: major character death — angst — reader is logan’s sunshine — mention of blood & wounds — logan low-key proposing 5 seconds before he dies — non established relationship

author's note: this has been on my mind since 2 days ago so I had to do it now.. I hope you guys enjoy reading this heartbreak! and yes I wrote this after watching Logan (2017) again. just a bit of an alternative type of ending so I can write abt logan x reader! as always reblogs & likes & conversations are sooo welcome ^_^

god stood me up

and I don't know why

lights are on

but nobody's home

you find him leaning against a tree trunk, a chunk of wood piercing his sides open as blood soaks through his shirt. that isn't the only wound he's sporting but it's the most evident one; the one that'll possibly lead him to his demise.

logan blinks upon noticing you as if he's just seeing things or dreaming. when you crouch down beside him and place your hand on his arm, he realizes exactly just how real you are. “logan?” there are tears in your eyes and he hates that you're crying because of him again. you had been living with him, charles and caliban way before it all turned to shit. and somehow the only ones left standing were laura and you. and the kids that logan had managed to save; he truly had saved so many lives.

there's a silence aside from his heavy breathing before your shaky hands cup his face. the blood flows out of his wound and mouth like a river. in some way you're bleeding too — inside your heart. “hey sunshine.” logan whispers with a soft smile and you feel something tear your chest apart from the inside. “I made you cry again.” you see the way his hand twitches by his side. he wants to touch you but he's old and tired and wounded. there's no energy left in him to move anymore. “the kids are okay, laura is okay— I have the car and..and there's still time— the hospital—” your voice trails off when logan closed his eyes.

“you know what makes me angry, sunshine?” logan asks and you simply stare at him, shaking your head. when he opens his eyes again, they are full of unshed tears. “gonna miss my daughter’s first birthday with me—” logan mutters brokenly and the vision of laura swims beneath his half-opened eyelids. and after laura there is you; smiling. at the beach. you've always wanted to go to the beach with him but he never took you since he was working day and night to take care of everything. of everyone. “and i’m also gonna miss my sunshine.” his eyes fall on you, on your crying face. the tears sliding down your cheeks are plenty and there is so much emotion pooling in those orbs of yours. logan wants to kiss you, tell you it'll be alright. but he can’t even move.

he coughs, some blood spluttering on his white shirt and you flinch. your fingers shake as you slide them through his messy hair, stroking them in the way he’s always loved. “logan, I'm sorry...I— I'm so sorry logan..” you keep chanting and logan feels the frustration in his bones when he tries to move his arms. he can't, he's too weak now, and he's angry with himself that he's unable to comfort you the way he wants. the way he once could but never did. “not you nor the entire world could ever prevent this, sunshine. it was meant to be like this.” he says before coughing again, more blood trickling down his beard.

you crawl by his side, on the dirty ground, and press against his ‘good’ side while leaning your head on his shoulder. you tilt your head back enough for your eyes to reach his exhausted face. logan maintains a smile you haven't seen in forever. in damn years to be precise. “charles spoke to me of other timelines and some shit about— multiverse was it?” he pauses, taking a deep breath. “I don't fucking know. I just wanted him to take the damn pills.” his sentence makes both of you laugh although logan is holding back with that — it'll only cause more physical pain after all. “point is..if it's true then—”

“—we gotta find each other yeah? and laura.” his eyes aren't on you anymore but they're in the sky. it's bluer than ever and the clouds part to show him the sun. logan doesn't look away even if it makes his eyes ache. you stare. “wanna make it right, sunshine.” he tells you as you sniffle by him. his fingers flinch again between your bodies and you slide a single hand down to hold his own, to intertwine your fingers in a gentle mess. “but for now I want to rest.” logan whispers and your grip tightens around his hand. if he had the strength, he'd squeeze back. you knew this.

“you did excellent.” you finally manage to say, a little steadier this time. logan averts his gaze to you as you continue. “you did a good job. you did such a good job.” you repeat with a smile so soft that logan starts yearning for you already. his faint chuckle turns into a rough cough and he takes some time to recover before speaking again.

“maybe after I rest, I'll open my eyes and..” you watch as logan’s eyes begin closing and how the heaving of his chest slows. he's deathly pale by now, the veins underneath his eyes are prominent, but your grip never slackens. you crawl closer until your foreheads touch. logan draws one last breath and you swallow down your cry. “and I'll see my daughter. and my... spouse.” your eyes shoot open wide but logan’s remain fallen shut. your chest heaves up and down intensely but logan’s remains still.

when the time comes, your feet are forcefully dragging you away towards your old car while logan lies beneath the ground.

[st4rluvrr]

Her

 ☆ “we can do whatever you want. you can fuck me in the back of your car"

synopsis: you meet ellie in a bar and have sex with her in her car. based on 'her' by chase atlantic.

wordcount: 3.6k

warnings: 18+, daddy issues, mentions of alcohol, sub!top ellie, dom!bottom reader, fingering (r!receiving), thigh riding (ellie!receiving) strap-on-sex (r!receiving), nipple play, tit sucking, hickeys, very little after care, little angst, ellie begging, let me know if i've missed anything

author note: okay so this if my first time writing smut so I hope it's good. i rushed the ending and there was meant ot be a scene where reader eats out ellie but i got too tired. so maybe next time. i'm not sure if there is a part 2 to this, if i think of something i'll write it. hope you like it :)

“I’m gonna get another drink. Want anything?” You asked your friend, and she waves you off, too engrossed with the man next to her. It was part of the reason you had finished your drink so quickly. The other was that you wanted to get drunk. You needed to after the week you had.

Your dad had tried to contact you, spilling some rubbish apology on why he left when you were young. And you didn’t plan to forgive him after everything he did while in your life. But that didn’t stop him from leaving you like hundred voicemails. You had no idea how he even got your number in the first place, but you couldn’t block him either. He always kept his number private, making it impossible to make the calls stop.

You weaved around the bar, swimming between the bodies. The bar was packed with people standing in each corner of the bar. The heat was suffocating, surrounding you from each angle. It was making your hair stick slightly to your neck. You ran a hand along your neck, pulling the hair from it.

You push through the crowds until you are at the front of the bar, and people knock into the back of you, pushing you against the wood. You stand on the top of your toes to try and get the bartender's attention, rocking back and forth on your heels while waiting for someone to notice you.

“What do you want?” A voice comes from your left. It’s smooth and runs along your ears like caramel.

“What?” You ask, hardly hearing your voice of the music.

“What drink do you want?” They ask again, patiently waiting for your answer.

You finally look over at them. Her hair was short, barely reaching her shoulders. She had half of it tied in a knot, small pieces falling and framing her face. Her face was littered with freckles, and you wanted to join them to see what constellations they would make. She was wearing a plaid shirt over a white wifebeater. She has the sleeves rolled up, showing off her tattoo that wrapped around her forearm. You wanted to trace the leaves with your finger.

You look back up at her face quickly, not wanting to be caught checking her out. The smirk on her lips tells you you have been caught, her green eyes scanning up and down your body.

“Tequila,” You say, staring into her eyes. You seemed to be caught in a trance, the words stuck on your tongue.

“Two tequila shots, please?” She gets the bartender's attention quickly, giving your order, and the bartender places two shot glasses in front of you as well as salt and lime.

She pushes one shot over to you, looking you in the eye while she licks the back of her hand. You can only imagine what that would feel like somewhere else. You could feel the heat pooling in your stomach.

You grab a pinch of salt, sprinkling it over the wet stop on her hand. She licks her lips as she watches you lick the back of your hand. You lick the salt off the back of your hand and down the shot, feeling the liquid burn the back of your throat. You watch her throat bob as she swallows the liquid.

You can feel the alcohol warm your stomach, making the blood rush to your cheek. You can see the red colour spreading on her own cheeks as she pushes the sleeves of her shirt further up her arms.

“I’m Ellie,” She says, and you return with your name.

Whether it is the alcohol finally hitting your system or the need for something good, you nod your head toward the exit, “Wanna go somewhere cooler?”

“Yeah,” She says, slightly breathless like she is shocked by your question. As if she didn’t expect you to be that forward. You grab her hand, pulling her through the array of bodies. Her skin feels warm under your hand as her finger interlock with hers.

The cool breeze hits you immediately, blowing back your hair slightly. The sound of the overbearing music dampens the second the door shuts behind her. You feel clearer out in the air and you can finally think, your thought no longer lost in the music.

And you hate it. You came here to lose yourself for a moment, to forget everything and just breathe. You don’t let yourself dwell on it for too long cause you can feel her behind you, waiting for your next move.

You fall against the brick wall, your head tilted back, looking at the night sky. She stands next to you, your arms plastered against hers. Your hands are no longer intertwined, but she plays with the rings on your fingers, spinning them around, lightly brushing over your fingertips.

“You see thoses stars,” She points to a spot on the left and looks over to you, “The ones that kinda make a right angle.” You nod your head. You can barely see through your blurred eyes, but you can kinda see the shape she is drawing in the sky.

“That collection of stars right over there is called the coma Berenices. It’s named after a queen in Egypt. When her husband went to war, she was so desperate for him to return home. So she cut off all her hair as a sacrifice for Aphrodite.” She looks over to you to make sure you are following her story. You had been watching her the whole time. The words she was speaking blurred in the back of your mind as you stared at her side profile. Her nose just looked so perfect, and the way her lips curled as they retold this story was making it hard to focus.

Her eyes softened at the sight of you listening to her every word, waiting on her every breath. She has never had anyone listen so intently to her stories before and it makes her want to tell you a thousand more.

“Aphrodite was moved by her sacrifice and made sure that her husband returned home safely. She uses the hair to decorate the sky in a tribute to their love” She has leaned in closer to you now. Ellie's hand was now playing with both of your hands, the top of her shoes bumping against yours. And as she finishes the story, her breath fans lightly over your lips, making your own catch.

You want to reply to the story she just told, but she is so close it makes your brain stop. You can smell the strong scent of a woody cologne mixed with her natural musk, and it’s making the pool in your stomach deepen. You can see the sweat glistening off her collarbones, and you want to nibble at the skin, tasting it on your tongue.

You look back up into her eyes and you can see that she waiting. Waiting for you to answer or to kiss her, you don’t know but you decide to go for the latter. Pushing off of the wall, you connect your lips to hers.

Ellie presses them gently into yours. Her lips are soft and slightly chapped against yours. She kisses you harder, lightly biting on your bottom lip. Your mouth opens as a quiet moan slips out, and she uses this as an invitation to deepen the kiss. Her tongue runs against your lip, and the kiss becomes messier as you become more desperate.

Your head falls against the brick wall, where her hand rest to protect you, as she starts trailing small pecks along your jaw. You can’t help the moan as she bites the skin along your jaw, licking it to soothe the pain. Your hips buck into her when she finds the spot along your collarbone. She pushes your hips down, pinning them again the wall. Her other hand comes up to cup your jaw, scraping your hair back.

“What do you want?” Her thumb rubs gently along the skin showing above your jeans. It sends a shiver through you as your mind goes blank for a second.

“We can do whatever you want,” You don’t want her to stop touching you but don’t want to be caught with her hands down your pants. You put your hand on her chest as you push her back. You say as you feel your head coming back up for air. You weren’t looking for a commitment right now. You just needed someone to submerge yourself in. “Just don’t go falling in love,”

“You think you that good, do you?”

“Oh, I know I am,” You start to walk away from her, only looking over your shoulder to let her lead you to her car. She smiles at your cockiness, excited at the anticipation of finding out.

You follow her over to her car. It is parked in the back of the parking lot, out of sight. Half of it is shielded by trees, and the parking space next is empty. The parking lot isn’t big, so the walk to her car is short.

Once you are there, she opens the back seat. You are starting to feel desperate for her. You want her hands back on you now. You drag her into the car with you so your back is against the seats, and she is laying on top of you. She just has enough time to shut the door before your lips are back on hers and you lose touch with the world.

This time you start to kiss down her neck, and the noises she makes are so pretty. You want to do everything to keep the noises coming. She moans when you suck roughly on the side of her neck, and the noise goes straight to your cunt, dampening the material.

You feel her hands start to rub up your thigh until she is cupping your sex over your jeans. You whine at the feeling and buck your hips when she doesn’t move. The seam of your jeans is being pushed directly into your clit, and you only want more. You continue to lift your hips, and she pushes the palm of her hand harder.

“You like that?” She asks as she sucks on the top of your breast, revealed by the low cut of your top.

You can only moan in response, the feeling of her starting to be too much and not enough, you need to feel her touch every part of your body.

She moves her hand off of your jeans and you whine, wanting to have her hand back. She tries to undo your jean button, struggling with the angle she is in.

“Need help?” You ask, slightly laughing as you watch her struggle. She only glares in response, determined to do it by herself. She finally manages to pull the button and pulls the jeans past your hips and leaves them to rest at the top of your thighs.

You push her short hair behind her ear and grab the back of her neck to pull her into another kiss. This one is bruising and rough, all tongues and teeth. It’s rushed and messy. You can’t kiss her enough, and you never want to stop feeling her lips of yours. But your head tilts back in a moan when you feel the top of her finger slip beneath the lace of your panties. She brushes her hand through the course hair and moves further down.

“Jesus,” Ellie moans, her head falling against your shoulder, pressing sloppy kisses onto the skin. Her fingers dip down and circle your hole, feeling the wetness gathering. “You’re so wet.”

She pulls her finger out and sucks them into her mouth. You feel her moan from where she is sitting against your legs. The sounds she makes after only tasting you are almost pornographic, and you want to commit the image to memory.

“God, you’re so hot,” You say, unable to stop yourself. She flushes under your words and diverts her gaze from your eyes. Your hands are pulling up her shirt and slipping beneath the band of her sports bra. You lightly squeeze the flesh, thumb running over her erect nipple. Her hips jerk against your legs at the feeling. You gently pinch her nipple, wanting to see her reaction. When she keens at your touch, you pinch harder, rolling the hard nub between your fingers.

Her own hands start to wander back down, and her fingers hook into the side of your underwear and pull them down to your jeans. She presses a finger against your clit and makes slow, small circles.

The pressure is torturous, and you moan as she lightly brushes over the bud. She runs her finger further down and teases your entrance, pushing just the tip of her middle finger into you. Your back arches as she pushes her fingers deeper into you.

The palm of her hand bumps against your clit as she curls her fingers up and strokes the rough spot along your walls. She pulls her fingers out before slowly pushing them back in, listening to the wet sound as your clench around her fingers.

“Fucking hell,” She whispers under her breath. She leans forward, pulling your top down to access your boobs. She kneads the skin under her hand and twists your nipple. You hiss at the sensation and feel the pressure in your stomach tightening as she moves her fingers faster. She adds another finger, and you moan loudly at the stretch. Each time Ellie's fingers pump in and out of you, she brushes over that spongy spot that makes your mind go blank.

You hear her moan and open your eyes to watch as she bucks her own hips along your leg. Her own jeans are rubbing against her clothed cunt. She grinds her hips as she uses her other hand to circle your clit again.

The coil in your stomach tightens as she moans in her own pleasure. You lift your own hips to feel her fingers deeper inside of you. Your vision goes white as you feel yourself start to tip over the edge. Her fingers never slow down as she helps you ride out the high. Her hips speed up their movements as she watches you moan and whimper around her fingers, clenching tightly as your juices flow down and stain the backseat of her car.

She pulls her finger out and sucks them clean before grabbing onto the back of the car seat for support. You place your hands on her hips, guiding her movement. She leans forward to catch your lips into a kiss, moaning into your mouth when she feels her own pleasure starts to overtake her. Your grip on her strengthens, and her hips begin to stutter, moving rapidly as she reaches her own orgasm.

Ellie collapses against you and places a searing kiss against your lips. She places her head against your shoulder to try and catch her breath, the thin layer of sweat making your skin feel sticky.

She mumbles something into your collarbone as you watch the condensation drip down the window while you try to reduce your beating heart.

“What?” You ask, craning your neck to try and look down at her. She pulls her head off your shoulder before she talks again.

“Let me fuck you,” She asks, cheeks flushed. Her hair is messy and you run your fingers through it to tame it before cupping her jaw and running your thumb against her cheek.

“You wanna fuck me, baby?” The name slips off your tongue before you can stop it. She seems to like it, her eyes fluttering shut under your touch.

“Yes.” She nods franticly, her blush spreading down her neck the longer you stare at her. “Yes please,”

“Beg for it,”

“What?”

“You really want it? Prove it.”

“Please,” Ellie whines, quickly dissolving to your command. Her pupils are blown wide in desire as her doe eyes look up at you. “I’ll make you feel so good. I need to make you feel good,”

She kisses your neck again, sucking marks into the skin. You don’t think it’s going to take much before you agree, but she’s just so pretty when she begs.

“Please,” She whispers one more time, “I’ll be so good,”

“Okay, baby,”

-

Her apartment is small but you do really have time to look around. Her hands were groping every part of your body, squeezing hard, as she drags you into her room. Her hands work to pull your top off, breaking the heated kiss for a second before her lips are back on yours. Your hands and working on her jeans, pulling them off her legs before tossing them randomly behind you. You push her down onto the bed, taking off your own jeans before straddling her. You pull off her top, and both of you are left in your underwear.

“Can I?” She asks as her hands wrap around your back to undo the clip of your bra. She tugs at the material as she waits for your answer.

“Yes,” You whine, and she unclips your bra before throwing aside. Your nipples harden in the cold air. She takes your nipple into her mouth, sucking at the bud. You moan as she flicks her tongue.

“God, I love your tits,” She bit lightly on the skin, leaving bruises that are bound to show tomorrow.

Your hips buck onto her as you try to find some friction. Your leg slots hers and feels her dampness seeping through her boxers as she moans when you push her knee against her cunt.

You lean your head down to kiss her, moving your lips slowly against hers. Her tongue brushes lightly against your bottom lip. You ground down onto her thigh the longer you two kiss. You start to become impatient, and your arousal becomes too much to ignore.

“Thought you wanted to fuck me?” She pulls back from the kiss, panting. She can only nod, her mind foggy as she stands up to walk over to her closet. She walks back over to you, strap hanging low on her hips.

She pulls you down to the edge of the bed, pulling your underwear off in one smooth movement and spreading your legs. Your pussy glistens in the light, and she runs her thumb through your lips, spreading them apart. She bends down to lick a strip along your folds, barely brushing your clit before aligning her hips with yours.

She runs her cock up and down your folds, bumping into your clit, before she carefully pushes the tip into you. You can feel the stretch, but you are wet enough that she could just slip in. She keeps pressing forward until her hips her pushed flushed against yours. She slowly pulls outs, thrusting her hips faster the second time.

You flipped the two of you over, and her short hair spread out around her head like a halo. You placed your hand on her chest, using her to help push yourself up. You dropped down slowly, feeling every inch of her cock slid inside of your pussy. The tip of her cock brushed your spongy spot on each thrust. Her hands came to the rest of your hips, helping to guide you as your movement became rushed and shaky.

You ground your hips onto hers, pushing the harness into both of your clits deliciously. You could feel that band inside tightening again. She watches as your moans get louder, and you throw your head back in pleasure, your hair hanging down your back.

You curve forward, kissing her shoulder and biting hard as your orgasm overtakes you, the pleasure blinding your senses as your mind quietens. Ellie helps you through, lifting her own hips to meet yours, and you collapse, muscles useless in keeping you up.

As you come back to your senses, you feel Ellie’s hand rub up and down your back, coaxing you back to down. You roll onto your back, carefully sliding off her cock as you feel your cum start to dry against your thighs. You feel the bed dip next to you and look down to see her cleaning your legs with a towel.

“Are you ok?” She asks when she sees you looking.

“Yeah. God, yeah.” You say, out of breath. “You really were good,”

She smirks at your comment and comes to lie next to you. You roll your eyes when she says, told you so.

You yawn and sit up to put your clothes back on before you fall asleep on your bed. You really do want to stay, but you also want to be back in your own bed and don’t want to deal with sneaking out later.

“You don’t want to stay?” She asks as you finish buttoning up your jeans. She sat up in bed, the covers low on her hips. She looks so hot with her hair a mess, and her lips swollen red. You want to crawl under the covers with her, but you shouldn’t. You don’t plan on seeing her again and the sooner you leave, the better it will be for both of you.

“No, I really should go home,” You say in a rush, mind blank of excuses.

“Okay,”

And you leave before you can see her face, but she is disappointed. She would have loved it if you stayed, would have made breakfast the next morning and seen if you wanted to get coffee sometime. And she guesses she can’t be that disappointed. She doesn't even know you, but deep down she knows she would cut her hair off for you in a heartbeat.

[manheeiim]

rafe cameron coded songs - part two

summary: rafe cameron coded songs || warnings: drinking, smoking, rafe is mean and controlling || genre: established relationship, fluff, angst, headcanons || word count: N/A || a/n: more coming soon

𐙚 off to the races - lana del rey

"My old man is a bad man, but, I can't deny the way he holds my hand, and he grabs me, he has me by my heart."

In every single au of him I have in my head, he's always older than reader but significantly so when it comes to father figure bf!rafe and dad's best friend!rafe. He's also totally not the best person, he's literally a bad man, but despite that, reader can't bring themselves to stop loving him.

"He loves me, with every beat of his cocaine heart"

We all know he does coke and is a druggie but either way, he'll love you, drugged up or not and you'll love him both ways as well because you just can't help it.

"Watch me in the swimmin' pool, bright blue ripples. You sittin', sippin' on your Black Cristal, oh, yeah,"

Swimming in the pool in the backyard of Tannyhill, Rafe sits on a lounge chair in his bathing suit, a pair of sunglasses on his face, and a bottle of Schwarzbier in his grasp as he watches you in the pool.

"My old man is a tough man, but he got a soul as sweet as blood-red jam,"

Rafe puts on a tough exterior to everyone else and even to you at times but at the same time, you're the only one who really gets to fully see his sweet side. He won't dare to show it to anyone else, not wanting to seem weak.

"He doesn't mind I have a flat broke-down life. In fact, he says he thinks it's what he might like about me,"

I'm thinking trailer park bunny!reader x kook!rafe. She's poor and unfortunate overall but he doesn't mind. It's kind of intriguing to him. He'll take you into his care, and show you what it's like on his side of town. He likes how fascinated you seem to be with everything he'd taken for granted after having it all of his life.

"Light of his life, fire of his loins. Keep me forever, tell me you own me. Light of your life, fire of your loins. Tell me you own me, gimme them coins"

Yes, I know this in reference to the book "Lolita" and I'm not saying Rafe is a pedo. What I want to mention is the whole power imbalance between Rafe and reader. Rafe would definitely be the one in charge of the relationship, whether you liked it or not. He didn't find anything wrong with it, not at all, and you didn't either, well, most of the time.

"Because I'm crazy, baby. I need you to come here and save me,"

You just want Rafe to keep you in check, to make sure you don't make any mistakes, to keep you out of trouble. He acts annoyed about having to do that, and he honestly does get annoyed. At the same time, though, he likes to have you depend and rely on him like that.

"I'm not afraid to say that I'd die without him. Who else is gonna put up with me this way?"

You don't know what you'd do without him. If he weren't around, what would you have? Nothing. Nothing materialistically anyway. You can't imagine your life without him, you rely on him and love him too much. Things wouldn't go well for you. He's the only one who can put up with your attitude and issues. The only one to love you for you in the way you want.

ᥫ᭡ link to my masterlist

[psychedelic-ink]

© PSYCHEDELIC-INK. do not copy, modify, or translate my work.

TV SHOWS & MOVIES MASTERLIST

PPCU MASTERLIST.

🔮 personal favorite || ☔️ smut || 🤧 angst || 🧁 fluff || 🩸 dark content

Live Wire Under My Skin 🤧

Joel comes back home wounded, and as you clean him up the two of you have a little chat.

Can't Get Enough Of Your Lies 🤧

you accidentally hear Joel grieving, and you do everything you can to comfort him.

I'm Yours to Tame 🤧☔️

Not being able to sleep, you sneak in next to Joel on the bed. You're stirred awake with a still-sleeping Joel grinding his hips into you.

Fire Burning ☔️

joel wants you to sit on his face, you have hesitations.

Burn For Me ☔️🩸

joel looks after you, provides for you, fucks you until the sun comes up; his only ask is that you never leave his apartment, not willing to face another loss. One day when you find the door unlocked, you decide to take stroll, promising yourself that you’ll be back before he returns home.

Love Will Abide ☔️

a retelling of the third episode but with you in it. Starts with Ellie reading Bill's letter.

Well, are you mine? ☔️

joel fucks you in an empty alleyway. that's it, that's the plot

Perfectly Wrong ☔️

Joel thinks you have the car battery that he so desperately needs and doesn’t believe you when you say that you don’t.

Ends Of The Earth ☔️🧁

joel brings you a care pack Maria gave him and you find a razor inside but when you confess your insecurities around the topic, Joel offers to help you out.

So My Darlin' ☔️🧁

you convince joel to have a bubble bath with you.

When You're Reading Me (pre outbreak!joel miller) ☔️🧁

If you had to make a list of things Joel Miller might buy you as a gift— nipple clamps, would not be a part of it. 

Reckless ☔️🤧

It starts with soft touches hidden by the dark. In a world where finding one bed is considered lucky, it means that you and Joel frequently share one. He offers to sleep on the floor, or a tattered couch every time and every time your answer is the same. No. 

aquatic rehabilitation ☔️🧁

Joel has been experiencing knee pain for the past two months. When he finally sees an orthopedist, he learns that he has some minor damage to his meniscus. The doctor prescribes him anti-inflammatory medication and physical therapy, recommending swimming. At the pool, he meets you.

Spitfire ☔️🤧

joel x tess

To put it simply, Tess did not want to exist but did so anyway. She stared blankly at everyone and everything. Her mind and heart urged her to make the smart choices. She was quick to eliminate the possibilities that might cause her death. She assessed the weak links of the group. Stayed clear away from them. 

Smart choices. She blamed that part of herself for wanting to approach the Millers.

Or alternatively, the story of how Joel and Tess met and how they came to be.

Rises the Moon ☔️🧁

As the man responsible for operating the lighthouse, Joel lives a solitary life on the isolated coast. He has no complaints, enjoying the hauntingly beautiful songs that echo from the sea at night. One stormy night, he rescues a mysterious mermaid tangled in a fishing net. As you recover in the lighthouse, the two form an unlikely bond and find comfort in each other's company.

Cry Baby ☔️🩸

slasher au (still takes place in the tlou'verse) + sex in the woods or somewhere public (added bonus if it includes knife, blood, hunter x prey kink)

bodies have been dropping left and right in the most brutal ways in jackson. as the relentless wave of deaths continues, your mind becomes increasingly restless. however, you find a sense of comfort and solace in the presence of joel. who might be hiding secrets of his own.

On Your Mark ☔️

cyberpunk au + fallen angel au + “i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you.”

you and tess go in to dismantle a cult, neither of you were expecting to find a rugged fallen angel being experimented on.

Distracted ☔️

woodshop teacher!joel miller x f!reader

there are many advantages to enrolling in a woodshop class: drawing you away from not-so-happy thoughts, relearning something that you enjoyed doing when you were a kid, and, well, the sight of watching mr. miller do something he’s undeniably good at.

Hoofbeats (feat jack daniels) ☔️

joel challenges jack to make you into the finest there possibly is in two days.

Biting Down ☔️

body piercer!joel miller x f!reader

you finally go and get your nipples pierced.

That Pretty Girlfriend ☔️

When your boyfriend is desperate to win back what he lost, he bets on you this time without your knowledge. And everyone knows you don't go back on your word when it comes to Joel Miller.

'my girl now ☔️

joel is used to asshole clients, and when one of them calls him an old man and basically demands him to finish his girlfriend's kitchen in time, he expects you to be the same. But you're the opposite. when he learns how you've been treated, he comes up with a plan to get back at your boyfriend.

Can You See His Silhouette? 🧁

 you get your period and without anything to help you with it, you’re mortified. Luckily Joel is there to help.

From My Skin to Yours ☔️🤧

joel survives and finds life deep inside of you.

Burning Pile 🤧 hero/villain au + one takes care of the other’s injuries

the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Wildflower ☔️

after seeing a delivery of supposedly aphrodisiac petals, you give them a try, convinced that they wouldn't work. Joel finds you in a not-so-professional position.

Sleepy Hollow ☔️🧁

a typical morning in jackson.

Light Petplay thoughts w/ joel miller ☔️

Exile 🤧☔️

Runners. Stalkers. Clickers. Shamblers. Bloaters.

Domestics.

All infected. One unlike the other.

You expect the infection to eat you from the inside out, turning you into something horrid. But instead, you find yourself with leaf-shaped ears and antlers that belong to a deer. While you live out the rest of your days trying to adjust to your new features and survive, you meet Joel, a survivor just like you but with a more grim approach to life.

Both of you adopt the forest as your home. One wants the other gone, meanwhile the other will do anything to not be left alone.

Stay In Bed 🤧☔️🧁

joel miller x reader, onesided tommy miller x reader

After your grandfather’s passing, you find yourself moving into his home in Texas. You meet the Millers; Tommy, his older brother Joel and his daughter Sarah. With time, you and Tommy become close friends and Sarah visits you often. But Joel…Joel keeps his distance. The reason for this is due to one crucial fact you don’t know but he does; Tommy has a crush on you. Which means you’re off limits no matter what. But as your own feelings for Joel grow, things start to get more and more complicated.

Head Filled With Parasites (musician!joel miller) ☔️

One night you decide to visit a bar all by yourself. There you meet a guitarist, Joel miller, and things escalate from there. Here you'll find snippets and one-shots of the relationship.

Dark Hearted People ( joel miller x reader x ezra)

Trying to reach Tommy, you and Joel meet a charming stranger. He persuades the two of you into helping him find his stolen equipment. During your travels, none of you expect to fall for one another.

Behind The Velvet Rope ☔️

(bodyguard!joel miller x actress!reader x dieter bravo)

a grumpy bodyguard, an eccentric actor, and you, who is thrust into the limelight. What can go wrong? The three navigate the challenges of Hollywood, tensions may arise and conflicts may occur but they’ll always have each other to lean on.

Ravish Masterlist ☔️

(webcam model!reader x joel miller, no outbreak)

Joel, only now starting to feel the impending sense of loneliness, decides to listen to Tommy and sign up on an online streaming service called Ravish.

Followed The Beast 🤧

You, both a member of David's group and one of his former victims, are already contemplating escape when Ellie arrives at the resort. Seeking Ellie, you decide to take advantage of the unexpected opportunity to run. But before you can find Ellie, you cross paths with Joel instead.

How Mr Miller Stole Christmas ☔️🤧🧁

enemies to lovers, fake dating, roommates, close proximity, age gap

You're the sole firefly that Joel spared in his pursuit to free Ellie from the hospital bed. You have no idea what it was—maybe it was the fact that you were significantly younger than the other soldiers, maybe it was because you were already out the door when he pointed a gun at you— no matter what it was you were miraculously spared from the bloodshed. Weeks later you find yourself in Jackson, wanting to leave the past behind. But of course, life has other plans. It always does.

No one knows what Joel did. No one except for you. And when you threaten the thinly veiled peace he managed to build for himself, he has you by the throat and against the wall. When people from the town see this in order to save face you kiss him, blurting out that you two are dating.

Rumors spread like wildfire and when a new family comes in, Tommy offers that they stay at your house and you to stay with Joel since you're already "dating".

Now you're stuck with each other with no way out. It's either keep the dating charade going or for the whole town—and Ellie—to learn the truth.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Five Little Ducks

Fandom: DC Comics, Batman

Summary: Bruce finds a magically de-aged Jason.

Chapters: 1/13

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Zatanna Zatara

Additional Tags: De-Aged Jason Todd, Magic, Babysitting, Father-Son Relationship, Fluff and Angst, POV Third Person, Bruce Wayne is Not Okay, Bruce Wayne Tries, Jason Todd Has Issues, Childhood Trauma

Chapter One: Hickory Dickory Dock

Bruce leaped out of the Batmobile, blood pumping as he sprinted halfway across the docks and kicked in the warehouse door in a panic. He couldn't be too late. Not again. He looked around the room, his heart still beating in his ears. He shut his eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to regain his cool. Jason wasn't a child anymore. He could take care of himself. Jason was probably long gone. Bruce tried to reassure himself that everything was fine. He turned to leave just as a pipe clattered and clanged against the cement floor, followed by a gasp. Bruce met eyes with a little boy with a bloody nose and bruised knuckles. He sat in the corner of the room shaking and crying, wearing a hoodie that was so oversized it pooled over his feet.

The boy held both hands over his face, stifling sobs as his body shook. Bruce's shoulders dropped, and he made himself appear smaller and less imposing. He stepped forward to approach, and the child screwed up his face and broke into a sobbing mess. "Oh no, I'm not here to hurt you-." The little boy shook his head frantically.

"No! No," he pleaded. Bruce sighed and sat down where he stood.

"I only want to help," Bruce reassured him. "Can you step into the light for me?" The child shook his head. "My mask is awfully spooky, huh?" The boy nodded. "Don't worry. I'm just a regular man under the mask."

The little boy shivered in the cold. "It's too cold in here to stay all night... I actually have a ravioli soup to pick up in a little bit, and I couldn't possibly eat it all by myself. Do you know anybody who might want to eat hot and spicy ravioli soup with me?" Bruce questioned. The little boy's stomach growled. Bruce reached out, and the little boy took his hand. "Oracle-."

"Got it," Barbara replied. Bruce held his hand out, and the child finally accepted. Bruce took a wet napkin and wiped his face and hands clean, checking for signs of a broken nose.

"Does that hurt?" Bruce questioned. The little boy tried to stop himself from crying. "Does your head hurt?"

The little boy shook his head. "No..." His voice was small, almost mouse-like.

"Okay... I don't think anything's broken," Bruce whispered, "Will you come with me?"

Bruce walked him to the Batmobile and set up the car seat he kept around for emergencies. He buckled the boy in and checked to ensure the seat belt was secure. The little boy grabbed Bruce's wrist, and they locked eyes. There was a strange familiarity swimming around in the boy's downturned eyes. "Am I in trouble?" asked the boy. Bruce shook his head. "Are you gonna take me home after?"

"I'm going to try to. How'd you get way out here?" Bruce asked.

Bruce hopped in the Batmobile and started driving toward the restaurant in Little Italy. "I don't remember," the boy mumbled, "I usually remember things... But I don't know this time. I never go this far away by myself."

"Do you know what neighborhood you live in?" Bruce questioned. The little boy swung his feet as he looked around at the Batmobile's interior.

"Uh-huh. I live in the apartments on Park Row," the boy answered, "Mr. Batman, you hurt my daddy before... But sometimes, he does bad things. My mommy says sometimes people have to do bad things to survive."

"Well-."

"I think he had to go away again and get punished," the little boy explained.

"I'm sorry that I hurt your father," Bruce apologized.

"It's okay... You probably didn't know. Sometimes people hit people because they don't know better," the little boy justified. Bruce shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he pulled up into the alley.

"I'll be right back, okay?" Bruce asked. The little boy nodded.

Bruce went into the back entrance and paid for his order. He took an empty soup container and split his order in two before grabbing his forks and returning to the Batmobile. He climbed into the backseat and draped a napkin over the boy's lap before handing him his soup. "Thank you," the little boy whispered. Bruce could tell it'd been a while since the child's last meal, but he had excellent manners. Bruce ate with him in silence. "Do you know my name?"

Bruce shook his head. He thought it was a strange question. "Do you know Santa Claus?" the little boy questioned.

"No, I can't say I do," Bruce replied, "What is your name, by the way?"

"Jason," the little boy answered. Bruce turned to him and shook his head.

"Jason Peter Todd?" Bruce asked. Jason nodded and smiled.

"Hey! You told a fib! You do know my name," Jason giggled. Bruce's breath caught. How was that possible? Jason was a full-grown man when Bruce received the distress call earlier. Who could've done something like that to him? "Mr. Batman?"

Bruce took off his mask and looked him in the eye. He hoped it would spark something in Jason's memory. "Jason, how old are you right now?" Bruce questioned.

"You're Bruce Wayne," Jason grinned, showing Bruce the little gap in his front teeth.

"Jason, please. How old are you today?" Bruce asked.

Jason frowned. "I'm five... Are you mad at me?" Jason questioned. Bruce shook his head.

"Do you remember talking to me today? We talked to each other three times today... I've known you since you were twelve, and I-."

"Mr. Wayne... I'm five," Jason whispered.

Bruce sighed. Jason was literally five years old. He had no memory of the past nineteen years, and there was no way to explain any of it without traumatizing him. "Well, Jason, if your mommy and daddy aren't home, do you want to stay with me for a little while?" Bruce asked. Jason nodded.

"How'd you know my whole name?" Jason asked.

"I'm a good detective," Bruce answered. Jason hiccupped and apologized. "It's alright. Jason, is it alright if I take you to a doctor and let her bandage up your cuts?" Jason nodded. "If you're good, Dr. Thompkins might give you a sticker."

Jason lit up. "I know who Dr. Thompkins is! She helped my mommy once when she was sick," Jason explained. Bruce smoothed Jason's hair down in the back. He felt something warm and wet, like blood, and he drew his hand back to see a glowing inscription on his hand. Magic. Of course, it was magic.

Corpus et mens infantis ad cor infantis. It was written in liquid on Jason's head and Bruce's palm. Jason didn't notice the glowing green inscription. "Does Dr. Thompkins know you're Batman?" Jason asked. Bruce nodded. "Am I asking too many questions, Mr. Wayne?"

"You can ask all the questions you want, Jason. Okay?" Bruce reassured him. Jason nodded as he drank the tomato broth from his soup container. Bruce smiled and wiped Jason's face. "I used to have a little boy like you... Except he wasn't as little as you. He was older... But to me, he was my little boy."

"Is he gone?" Jason asked.

"Kind of," Bruce whispered.

"Do you miss him?" Jason questioned.

"All the time," Bruce whispered, "He was only little for such a short time. I wished I could turn back time and be better to him."

Jason looked at the sad expression on Bruce's face, and he tapped his shoulder. "I bet he misses you too," Jason reassured him.

[certifiedwhore4slashers]

No because what if, What if for your "chase" and "if I can't have you, No one can" you make a part two where Sam think she killed Ethan and His sister, Dad but didn't really

And that's how part 2 "Ends", which would go into part 3 where the Bailey family is back but this time no one can get in there way like they actually kill Chad, Mindy, Sam, Danny , Tara, and Anika but see The reader had just gotten back from a family trip only to find that they all are dead so when the reader

Gets back to their room it was dark so they didn't see that Ethan was in the room until they trun on the lights , that's then they truly realize that they could never I mean never get away from Ethan , which then Ethan is like "we finally finished it" before he walks up to the reader and the reader is like crying

But then they would have to "learn how to live Ethan back" because they could never Runway from him anymore and thats how part 3 ends

P. S I'm not forcing you to do it I totally understand if you don't do it <3

i never even thought of this lol. but i will do so. thank you for this!

Never Leaving

Part 1 Part 2

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: you thought he was dead, you were wrong. now, you're stuck with him.

warnings: obsession, possessiveness, yandere, toxicity, murder, gore, blood, ethan being psycho, slight manipulation and angst.

SCREAM VI SPOILER WARNINGS! I don’t wanna be an asshole and not warn you guys in advance so don’t read if you don’t want spoilers. But you should read part 1 and part 2 first. Anyways, continue if you’ve either seen the movie or don’t really care.

You smiled, while lying on the pool chair next to your mother. She had insisted on going on this trip. A family trip was what you needed ever since your boyfriend died. You hadn't really visited your family in some time.

Plus, from what you heard, Ethan was dead. alongside Quinn and Detective Bailey. "Y/n, Isn't this lovely? M/n smiled. You nodded." So warm here in Peru."

M/N grins, holding your hand. You had been bonding quite more since you had been so busy during College. But now spring break came around.

You grin. "How about we go swimming in the ocean?" M/n responded, "Wonderful Idea. I love swimming."

You open your eyes, remembering your fun trip to Peru. You finished unpacking, deciding you should relax.

“That was a fun trip, you smile. Then you check your phone. None of your friends had actually answered or even seen your messages. It kind of worried you. No it really worried you.

Did you do anything to make them hate you? Why were they avoiding you? That’s when you decided on checking the news lately. You could see what happened when they apparently killed Ethan, Quinn and Detective Bailey.

Your eyes widen when the news mentions your friends, Sam, Tara, and Kirby being murdered? they were dead. You were sure they were alive, they killed the Ghostface Killers.

You saw their bodies on the news. Covered in blood, Insides cut open from fheir stomachs. You felt like throwing up. So you go in your bathroom and vomit in your toliet.

Why? Why were they killed?

No, you knew why. But still. You begin sobbing, Your friends were gone. You were so sure you could live your life happily, but now, you couldn't.

You sniff when you leave your bathroom, going back to your room. Your room was dark, but you didn't think much of it. Until you turned on the lights. There stood Ethan, a knife in one of his hands, his mask in the other.

"Ethan? You blurt nervously. "That's right, Y/n, Ethan smiled crazily. "We finally finished it!" "Finished what? You said. "Our movie, Y/N! He said, looking even more crazy.

You begin crying, while he comes closer. You realized when he began comforting you, being soft, you couldn't ever be free from him. You would need to love him. He was never leaving. and you could never run again.

[mamirhodessxox]

I hate you more (Part 3)

Mafia!Cody Rhodes x Fem OC!Mafia Reader

(Sasha Francesca Ricci)

Enemies to lovers trope

Credits to @alyyaanna for helping me come up w the storyline because I had like 3 different mental breakdowns trying to figure out what to do

Storyline: Sasha was born into a world of darkness and fear, Despite the harsh circumstances she was out in she managed to drag herself into finding love at a young age especially when she least expected it but unfortunately not all love stories are fairytales, Sasha resented the man who once brought her love in her life just to leave and break her heart while having the audacity to invade her life many years once again and give her conflict of love and war on how she was to overcome the feelings she feared while trying to focus on her job with him being so close and invasive to her.

Contents: Smut in future chapters, Knife Play, Choking kink, Degradation kink, Praising Kink, Alcohol, Smoking, Violence, Mentions of m1rder, drug dealing, Fluff, Angst, Marijuana, Shotgun, Shrooms, Cody & Sasha slutting each other out, Blood Kink.

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Sasha sighed groggily as her mother Barbra had everyone meet in one of the lounge rooms, Cody stood in a corner with his arms folded over each other right after he alerted her the moment she was awake of Roman planting cameras in her daughters room. Sasha hadn’t had an idea yet & was quite confused as to why Cody made her get up at 7:30 in the morning along with everyone else “Is there a reason why You woke me up in the butt fuck of dawn for this shit?” Barbra gave her a look while Seth sighed and sat down somewhere half asleep while he & Sasha’s mother began talking “I’m sure your all exhausted, clearly, but I would like to let you all know that Cody has brought it to my attention that Roman had been caught hiding cameras in Sasha’s bedroom. Now I cannot put this family, This team, on the line & I absolutely refuse for everything to go to shit by a man. Later today you will all be put into pairs to search around the house to make sure he hadn’t placed anything else around. Starting in the afternoon.” Sasha raised a brow & looked over at Cody Who stared back at her before she turned around on her heel & made her way upstairs.

She stared at her room seeing the broken camera shattered onto her floor followed by Romans bloody chain on her desk, Cody followed behind leaning against the door frame while she picked it up & looked up at him sensing his presence “Look at you getting all protective over me. Got a crush?” He rolled his eyes “Don’t start we were doing so good.” She tilted her head & stared at him “So good on what? We tolerating your mere existence?” “Fuck you Sasha I let you sleep in my bed” She smirked “Did you let me sleep in your bed or did you want me to sleep in your bed?” Cody scowled before turning and walking off leaving her alone while she held the necklace before walking out of her room to throw away the piece of jewelry.

She watched it fall into the trashcan that sat in the kitchen before going back into her room to put on a swim suit & relax out by the pool. Cody watched from his window as she laid on the pool chairs rubbing in sunscreen into her thighs and stomach, she felt as if she was being watched & stopped for a moment until looking at Cody’s bedroom window seeing him stand there while she smirked waving her fingers at him in a taunting manner before Randy went over to her.

“I need you to come see something. Right now.” Sasha glared looking away from Cody’s window & lifted her sunglasses “Did Seth die?” “No.” “Break his neck?” “No..” “Then I don’t see why I need to give up my personal Sasha me time.” Randy glared “It involves your mother now get your ass up.” She groaned and swung her legs onto the ground dramatically and got up to follow wherever Randy was taking her & soon saw an entrance to a basement that she never knew about that Randy already went through “Okay?? So what it’s underground storage, ooo so scary.” Randy glared and smacked the back of her head before dragging her down there letting her see what was in the basement causing her to furrow her eyebrows

“The fuck?” “Exactly.” She walked around the underground room seeing various pictures of Barbra & her father, court files, mugshots, death certificates of what seemed to be the people they “handled” back in the day following with various Crime scene evidence that was stolen such as weapons, clothing, weapons & more. Sasha stood there and then turned towards Randy “So what do you want me to do about it? This is to be expected.” Randy glared and crossed his arms “Your not pissed she hid this from us?” Sasha shrugged

“I mean what do you want me to do? Half of this shit was from the 80’s it’s not my problem to deal with.” Randy sighed before shaking his head “You & Seth are fucking stupid I swear to god.” She smiled “You love us enough to stay this committed to the family.” She teased before walking out of the basement back outside to the pool until Seth & Cody stopped her from lying back down while Seth started talking “Mom’s going out of town for business tonight & told us we need to get some sort of information out of this drug dealer, Rául González, He has association with Roman & we could find out what we need to know as to why Roman was planting cameras, I know exactly what we can do.” “Kindap him?” Cody suggests “Throw a party.” Seth blurted out while Sasha stood there glaring “Your like 28 what the fu-“ Sasha huffed out while holding up a hand “Seth didn’t have a Social life for awhile just let him throw the fucking party.” Cody crossed his arms over his chest and turned his attention over to Sasha “How are we gonna throw a fucking Party when Randy won’t let it happen? He’s like a guard dog.” “I can distract him.” Marianna said as she came out of nowhere “Fuck your creepy.” Seth shrieked while Sasha grinned “Marianna you don’t need to do all of tha-“ “He’s hot so why not?” Cody widened his eyes a bit and looked over at Sasha as she looked over at him before Seth randomly made the decision “Fuck it. Distract Randy.”

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Sasha stood as she watched Seth & Cody carry in a variety of drugs into the house for this event such as, Marijuana, Shrooms, Ecstasy, Acid & more. Marianna walked into Barbra’s office where Randy would be sitting in organizing files & looked up at her “Yes?” She smiled innocently and sat on top of the desk “Watcha working on?” He quirked up an eyebrow “What’s it to you Marianna?” She shrugged before hopping off and walking over to behind the desk to sit herself on his lap “Just curious.” She shrugged her shoulder while he cleared his throat nervously. Soon occupying his attention to the attractive woman giving him her attention.

Meanwhile music started surrounding the house & Guests started welcoming themselves in real fast, Athena stood in a corner watching it go down while Cody approached Sasha in the kitchen with a tiny bag of weed wiggling his eyebrows while she smiled patting his chest and strutting off to say hello to one of her old friend Rhea who was known to be the businesses’ major negotiator when it came to Barbra making business deals & Drug sales, Rhea smiled as she kissed Sasha’s cheek “Long time no see Sash! I can’t believe how long It’s been since I’ve seen you.” She smiled while Sasha grinned “Only a few months, But i hear you’re still going strong on some of our deals, I was wondering when I would get to see you.” Rhea grinned as she noticed Cody staring them down “You two again?” Sasha grew a confused expression looking over into Cody’s direction before looking back at Rhea “Nothings happening, yet.” Rhea hummed nodding as her eyes diverted towards Sasha’s lips and grew a slight smirk “I must add that you look stunning tonight, Sash.” She smiled at Rhea compliment & looked over at Cody & back at Rhea before clinking her glass against Rhea’s and walking off to get something to drink in which Cody would follow her.

“You have a staring problem.” Sasha added as she poured herself a drink as Cody leaned against the counter taking a hit off of a joint he had rolled somehow while Rhea & Sasha were interacting “Can’t help it when the person I hate so much is everywhere I turn.” Sasha eyed his joint & he held it up for her to try but she shook her head “I hate joints. Bad aftertaste.” He smirked and moved closer towards Sasha & pressed his lips against hers before blowing the smoke into her mouth while she inhaled and blew the smoke back out after he gave her a shotgun for the first time in years.

“How’s that instead?” Sasha shrugged before taking a sip of her drink “Keep it up, you’ll end up getting lucky tonight.” Cody grinned before grabbing her hair & pushing her closer to him. Meanwhile Marianna sighed softly sitting on the desk with Randy between her legs kissing each other in a sloppy manner before he perked up a bit “What’s with the music?” She shrugged “Don’t worry about it.” He furrowed his expression until Mari grabbed the back of his neck and gripped on his shirt to get his attention to focus back on him, Seth noticed Rául had finally made his way into the house & rushed into the kitchen shoving Cody off of Sasha “Stop switching spit with my sister & get your shit together Ráuls here.” Cody groaned out in annoyance as he had just gotten cockblocked before Sasha shoved him away with Seth while she stood infront of the designated lounge room doors waiting patiently.

The boys followed Rául while Cody quickly smacked him in the side of his head knocking him out while Seth quickly dragged him off to the lounge rooms nodding at Sasha as she shut the door as the guys started tying the man to a chair. The two waited a good 30 minutes sitting in awkward silence until they heard Rául groan out in pain “What the fu-…” Seth got up from one of the couches & splashed a cup of water in the Drug lord’s face “Wake up sunshine we have a few things to talk about.” Rául glared up at Seth “Why would I tell you shit?” Cody squinted and rolling up his sleeves as he started going into detail “We know your association with Roman. And we think you may know a thing or two about some things that we don’t. Now i would heavily recommend fessing up to us before we get someone else you are heavily familiar with involved and you really would not want her involved.”

Rául scoffed “Her? A woman? You expect me to be scared of a woman?” Cody chuckled and looked over at Seth rubbing his jaw “We know you’re not as a badass as you think you are especially when she has dealt with you & your men by herself before Rául. So entertain us as to why Roman was planting cameras around the manor.” Cody sneered out at the grown man before he got directly spat on. Seth widened his eyes & looked over at the black haired male who was now pissed off while Rául made himself busy talking shit that he hadn’t even noticed Sasha walked into the room & then suddenly he became silent “What? I thought you were to much of a badass to be scared by a woman, what happened to that?” She taunted the man tied up in a chair while he stumbled on a few words “I-We-You-They-“ Cody snorted at the sudden shock in Ráuls body but then became serious as Sasha slapped the man across his face & held a knife to his throat “Answer the fucking question.” She commanded while repeating Cody’s previous question “Why was Roman planting cameras around my fucking home huh?” Rául cried out as she gripped at the back of his head pressing the knife closer to his skin.

“Sas-“ Cody tried taking the knife away but she pointed it at him glaring “Stay the hell out of this and let me deal with it.” She warned and he held out his hands in defense backing up while Seth grabbed his shoulder pulling him next to him “Just let her do her thing.” She shouted at the man again “Cops! H-He was going to collect footage o-on your g-guy’s business and bring it to t-the authorities in hopes of taking over!” Rául blurted out. Sasha looked over at Seth & glared before pulling away still holding the knife while Seth sighed “Well that was eas-“ Sasha turned around quickly & slit Ráuls throat making Cody yell out “Goddamnit Sasha!!” She shrugged & tossed the bloody knife across the room “What?! We can’t just let him out without worrying about whether or not he was going to tell people or not about tonight.” Seth had a hand over his mouth while Cody glared “Yeah well your mother didn’t say to fucking slice and dice someone’s fucking throat open!”

“Oh boo fucking hoo it’s not like you haven’t done it before!” He shook his head “No Sasha! I fucking haven’t! Are you fucking high?! Now we have to clean up the goddamn mess YOU made because you can’t follow fucking instructions without adding onto them! ” She rolled her eyes while Cody scolding her “Hey guy’s maybe we shouldn’t be having this conversation in-front of a dead fucking body.” Sasha scoffed “Seth get rid of whoever the fuck is in here and bring me towels, bleach & trash bags. I’ll handle it.”

Cody glared pointing his finger in her face “You don’t touch a goddamn thing!” She smacked his finger out of her face “If you point your stupid fucking finger in my face one more time i swear to fucking god I’ll cut it off in your goddamn sleep!” She shouted.

Hours later the house was rid of people Cody & Sasha scrubbed at the floor & got rid of any evidence a murder literally happened. The room was silent and filled with rustling since Seth was stuffing the upper body in a trash bag and tying it with the other trash bag that already covered the middle to lower of Ráuls body. Randy shoved the doors open seeing Cody & Sasha freeze mid floor scrubbing “I can’t leave the three of you alone for shit can i?” Seth smiled nervously before noticing a disheveled Marianna follow behind him with lipstick stains across her face & Randy’s belt a little undone before smirking “But yet it seemed to benefit you GREATLY!” Sasha teased while Cody threw a bloody sponge at her “Fucking focus!” She glared and threw it back at him ten times harder. Randy stared at Seth & gave him a stern look “Did you even deal with whoever the fuck Barbra needed you to deal with.”

Seth squinted in confusion “Do you not see me doing that right now Randal?” Sasha snickered to herself as she wiped up the soap off of the ground and grabbed the bucket of bloody water while Cody helped open the lounge rooms windows as she poured the water into a bush that laid right next to the outer part of the window while Randy sighed helping Seth pick up the bagged up body out of the house & into the trunk of his car while grabbing his keys “Seth & I are gonna be back later. And when I get back I’m having a discussion with each and every one of you.” Marianna smiled “Even me?” She teased as she was walked off not noticing Randy gave her a look and left with Seth. Cody turned to Sasha & Approached her “Your a pain in my goddamn ass you know that? We had the fucking information we needed and you just took it upon yourself to take things even further.” She smirked shrugging her shoulders “What can I say Cody. I like violence.” He glared & grabbed her by the hair and got in her face “Loose the fucking attitude before I make you.” She smiled looking up at him “And how are you gonna do that huh?” He clenched his jaw and almost spoke but she cut him off “If you think you could fuck it out of me you better think again. No matter how close you get to me I will never let you fuck me. Never in a million years.”

He quirked up a brow as she shoved him off & made her way upstairs & faced Athena on her way to her bedroom “Sas-“ “I don’t think you need to be speaking to me right now either. Wouldn’t want me to have my way with you.” She warned before shoving Athena out of her way as she went into her room. Cody looked up at Athena & scoffed shaking his head, once she made it down the stairs & pouted placing her hands around his shoulders “I haven’t been alone with you in weeks, ‘feels like she’s getting inbetween u-” Cody pushed her away glaring “Athena there was never an Us it was just a stupid fucking moment of me & you screwing for entertainment and me realizing I still have a thing for Sasha. Whatever game you’re playing at it won’t last long.” She glared back and crossed her arms “And yet she doesn’t want anything to do with you? She only interacts with you because it’s entertainment & you know it Cody. I see the moments where you both make out & she acts like she’s interested but she isn’t. If I were you I’d drop her. But apparently your to whipped for pussy you haven’t had in 7-8 years.” She snapped before shoving past Cody while he stood there for a moment & shook his head making his way up the stairs & storming into Sasha’s bedroom.

“Cody what the fu-“ Cody grabbed her wrist & hovered over her on the bed “Shut up, shut your fucking mouth, I don’t care how much you hate me goddamnit You’re going to realize you belong to me, not Athena, not Roman, ME. & you’re going to realize that tonight & every other night for the rest of your fucking life understand?” Sasha smirked and tugged at his hair “You finally grew some fucking bal-“ Cody flipped her over on the bed and smacked her on the ass before wrapping his hand around her throat “Stop running your fucking mouth like a goddamn brat Sasha I’m tired of it.” She bit down on her lip & watched as Cody sat up and snatched her pocket knife out of her bedside table & pressed it against her thigh “Can I?” He asked while she pressed her face into the pillows nodding, He knew for years she had a thing for knives & even liked the idea of him marking her in some sort of fucked up way but he wanted her verbal consent so he smacked her ass harder causing her to let out a loud moan before nodding “F-Fuck! Yes! D-Do whatever!” She cried out while he grinned & pressed the knife up against the back of her thigh & soon started cutting his initials into her skin while she let out a strained cry

“What’s the matter baby? Not so tough now are you huh, Is this what you needed sweetheart? Someone to put you in your fucking place and make you stop acting like a spoiled little bitch?” She nodded her head moaning at his harsh words before he finally set the knife down staring at his creature proudly before unbuckling his belt “I fucking own you, understand? Your mine, only mine, I don’t care how much you hate my guts and want me dead I own you.” He snatched off her panties from under her dress after sitting up and taking off his jeans while she cried out from the mixture of pain and pleasure nodding her head vigorous and let out a loud moan as Cody shoved his two fingers into her cunt & started pumping them at a quick pace before leaning down pressing his lips against her neck & biting her skin while her hips bucked up against his wrist every time he curled his fingers inside of her pussy causing her to clench around them and moan loudly

“Yeah? You fucking like that don’t you? You missed me this fucking much? How do you expect to take my cock soon when you can barely handle my fingers baby?” He muttered in her ear while her eyes were rolled back & tears streaming down her face “F-Fuck You!” He grinned pulling his fingers out & quickly smacked her clit making her squeal and grab at his arms before he grabbed the knife again and carved his initials onto her lower stomach before his fingers smearing her blood around his stomach with a smirk invading his face before he gave her the knife “Cut me, Mark me I don’t fucking care Sasha I want everyone in this goddamn city to know You own me.” He mumbled against her mouth while she breathed heavily as his hand was still placed on-top of hers “Your sick in the head” she mumbled while she started cutting her name into his chest while he groaned “Your just as fucked up in the head as I am sweetheart, Damn near close to cumming over me slashing you up like the dumb fucking whore you are.” He smirked while she leaned down licking up the blood from his chest before he flipped her onto her back and tossed the knife across the bedroom before tugging her face closer to his “Who fucking owns you? Who is it?” She moan softly as his free hand dipped in-between her bloody thighs & toyed with her cunt

“You! Fuck- All you Cody ‘m yours!” He grinned before lightly slapping her face and biting her bottom lip “That’s right princess, your all mine. I own everything about you don’t I slut?” He ran his mouth before leaving hickeys scattered around her neck before slipping his fingers back into her pussy & thrusted them in & out of her as he marveled over how she moaned leaning her head back nodding crying out his name before cumming around his fingers as her nails dug into his arm. Cody smiled devilishly before grabbing her jaw “Look at you making a goddamn mess around my fucking hand. Dumb bitch all fucked out from my fingers alone.” He chuckled before pulling his fingers out and stuffing them in her mouth while her thighs clenched around each other as her tongue ran down his fingers before he pulled away and held her close “All fucking mine.” He mumbled as she took heavy breaths and whines every now and then. He sat up with a groan & picked her up taking her to the bathroom attached to her room and sitting her down in the tub to wash her off and disinfect the cuts along with his “Looks like a fucking murder scene in there baby.” He sighed pressing a kiss against his cheek while she hummed out tiredly. “You sit in the water & soak off while I handle the sheets alright?” She nodded tiredly while he put his jeans on and not even bothering to find hi discarded shirt before tugging the bloody sheets & blankets off her bed & exiting her bedroom only to be faced with Seth who immersed saw the blood & cut on Cody’s chest.

Cody stood there for a minute & looked down at the sheets & back up at Sasha’s older brother “For the record before you try beating my ass I did not kill your sister Seth.” Cody tried defending himself but Seth was already pissed off enough seeing the blood on her sheets. Seth tugged them out of Cody’s arms and slammed him onto the ground causing Marianna to run out of her room after hearing a slam on the floor which seemed to concern Sasha just as much who also ran out of the bedroom already dressed in shorts & a mid drift top “SETH KNOCK IT OFF!” She shouted trying to get him off of Cody who was fighting back until Seth looked over at Sasha immediately seeing Cody’s initials on her thigh followed with Barbra’s sudden voice from the stairs.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

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[strangerquinns]

Steve x reader angst that just destroys you! With 16,34,38,48. Rip my heart out!

Steve Harrington x Reader | 1.2k+

Steve thought he'd understood pain and loss. But that was until that night at Starcourt on the fourth of July.

“Please don’t leave me.” / “Hurts.” “I know. It’s going to hurt some more, okay? Deep breaths. I'm sorry- I’m so sorry-”/ “Easy there, don’t move too quickly- you lost a lot of blood.”/ “Get out of my head!” // send me angst prompts // stranger things masterlist

For a moment everyone thought they had won. That the monster was defeated and the threat was over. But once the smoke settled it wasn't long before everyone realized that they had lost. The once pristine mall was destroyed. It was eerie to hear the pop tunes playing through the speaker system with the deformed monster lying dead in the middle.

Steve could hear the ringing from the power of the fireworks against his eardrums as he searched through the smoke for you. From afar he heard Max's screams for her older brother but that wasn't his primary concern or worry. One moment you were beside him as they raced back into the mall to save Eleven from Billy and the Mindflayer. But in the chaos of it all, you'd gotten separated.

"Steve! Steve!" Robin's shrill voice broke through, his head snapping in the direction of her voice. Something about the tone of her voice was making his stomach twist. "Steve!"

Quickly Steve ran to the other side of the courtyard and was welcomed to his worst nightmare.

You lay amongst the rubble with your limbs twisted as you struggled to catch your breath. Your eyes stared up toward the ceiling unfocused as blood pooled beneath you turning the once-white tile red. Steve felt frozen. He thought for sure this was all a nightmare and he was going to wake soon. To be lying in bed with you tucked beside him. Wrapping in the warmth of your embrace, enough to make the memory of this go away.

But that never came. He never woke up. This was happening.

"Steve! Please!" Robin screamed, snapping him out of his daze.

It was then he noticed the tears running down his friend's face. Her short brown hair was disheveled and her uniform stained with your blood.

Quickly his feet led him to you before he dropped down on his knees beside you. It was like the movement was able to help you focus for a second. A pained smile spread across your paling lips when you saw who was beside you.

He knew that he was going to have to be strong for you at this moment and not let his emotions show. But his hands shook as he reached to caress your face before looking down at the gaping wound in your side.

Robin had already taken off her work vest and placed it against your side to try and alleviate the bleeding. But it wasn't working. The blue of the vest was now a deep burgundy purple. It wasn't stopping much with your blood seeping through Robin's fingers. Steve quickly worked off his vest to add it to hers.

"What happened?" Steve asked, his voice tight and strained.

"She pushed me out of the w-wa-way. The M-Monster...Mindflayer...it's tentacle was coming at me...b-but she pushed me away." Robin explained as tears streamed down her face and she fought back her sobs.

"S-Steve," You spoke again, your hand coming up to grab his arm.

His head moved quickly to look at you. You frowned when you saw his face. Seeing his brown eyes swimming with tears. Steve was pressing his lips together so tightly they were barely visible. You could tell by his face that he was trying to act strong, giving off that nothing was bothering him.

But you saw through it.

You opened your mouth a few times to speak, but nothing was coming out. Your chest felt tight with an intense pain that seemed to come over you in waves.

Your body was also getting cold.

So so cold.

"Shhh...shhh...It's ok, baby," Steve cleared his throat as his voice cracked, "Save your strength ok? You gotta k-keep your s-stre-strength..." He turned back to Robin, "We need to tie around her waist, get the bleeding to s-stop...g-go and get something. Quick!"

Robin nodded and scrambled onto her feet before running off in search of something.

But it was too late.

Steve knew it.

Robin knew it.

You knew it.

You shifted slightly and screamed out in pain as you felt more of your body start to tear apart.

“Easy there, don’t move too quickly- you lost a lot of blood,” Steve spoke, moving to press you back down as you tried to sit up.

You cried out and let out a whine as you fell back against the floor. Your vision began to blur with tears, "Hurts,"

“I know. It’s going to hurt some more, okay?" Steve pressed harder on the wound, causing you to scream out in pain. He hated that he wa hurting you more, but he wasn't ready to give up on you yet. "Deep breaths. I'm sorry- I’m so sorry-”

Your hand tightened around his forearm to get him to focus back on you again. "Steve...S-S-Steve..."

When he looked at you, Steve finally felt his heartbreak. Piece by piece it began to crack away as he saw the finality in your eyes.

"No...No...." Steve shook his head, letting his emotions win as he began to cry harder, "You can't leave me, no-not now baby...please...you can't..."

"I-I..." You closed your eyes for a moment, the pain winning quickly

But Steve calling out your name, the pain in his voice, pulled you back as you stared up at him.

"Stay awake...ple-please...Please don’t leave me.” He moved closer to you, pressing his forehead against yours, "I lo-love you, please baby, please..."

"I-I'm s-s-sorry," Your lips quivered slightly, your voice so weak. You groaned for a moment "I-I love you...a-always loved you s-so much."

Steve whimpered and pressed his face into your neck, feeling his body shake as the sobs took over his body. He wanted to hold you one last time. Feel the weight of you against him. Steve shifted to bring you into his lap and whispered soft apologies when you whimpered.

You stared up at him trying to quickly commit his face to memory.

You were happy the last thing you were going to see was going to be the love of your life.

Steve softly caressed your face and wiped away the tears that ran down along your temple.

He whispered sweet nothings and words of devotion to you.

He felt as your final breath passed through your lips.

At that moment a part of Steve Harrington died as he held you - his cries so loud it echoed through the mall.

Steve awoke with a shock as cold sweat dripped down his back and forehead. His chest rose with the harsh labored breaths as the dream still fogged over his mind slightly. Steve's brown eyes looked around his room frantically for a moment as reality came back to him.

It wasn't long before his labored breaths were replaced with his sobs. His hands reached up to cover his face as his shoulders shook with each cry.

"Get out of my head," He screamed to an empty room, his voice breaking.

It has nearly been a year since your death and each night he was plagued with the nightmares of that night.

People tried to tell him that grief and pain got better with time. But it only got worse.

Steve sniffled and reached up to wipe his tears, but when he wiped away at his nose, he was taken aback by the red.

Blood was dripping down from his nose.

[ninjadeathblade]

Like the Sun and the Moon (Lego Monkie Kid fanfic)

Summary: Macaque helps MK train a little. Aside from that this is Shadowpeach angst.

Word count: 2,641

Warnings: Mentions of blood, reference to murder, Wukong and Macaque have a complicated past, swearing

Author's notes: Yes, I do briefly reference Shopping Trip but it's not necessary to read. This wasn't meant to be angst, it was going to be fluffy but ho-hum I guess, I lost control of writing this. Enjoy!

It was an adjustment, trying to train MK to begin to handle his new powers and form.

But a welcome one.

Wukong certainly seemed happier.

Macaque was trying his best to help MK adjust.

There was still some tension between the two mentors - things that were never truly going to be spoken about.

Moments they tried not to bring up again, like that night after the shopping trip.

But overall, things were calm.

“Hey Macaque, am I doing it right?” MK called.

Macaque's ears swivelled, pinpointing where the kid was in the trees below him.

“Yeah, that's great!” Wukong shouted from elsewhere.

The warrior dropped down a few branches before catching his tail around the branch above him and hanging, swinging slightly.

MK was in the tree across from him, tail wound tightly around the branch.

“Looser, you're gonna hurt yourself if your tail is that tight around the branch,” Macaque advised.

MK’s face fell. “What if I drop out of the tree?”

“If you do then I'll catch you in a portal, you'll be fine, I promise,” Macaque soothed, holding MK's own golden gaze.

The boy nodded, the brown furred appendage loosening as his brow furrowed with concentration.

“That's it. See? That wasn't so-”

MK dropped like a stone, plummeting down through the tree cover.

“Shit,” Macaque swore, kicking off of the branch to dive into a shadow portal and out into the air where MK should be falling.

Nothing. Thin air.

The shadow dived through another portal, depositing himself onto a lower branch. “MK?!”

“It's okay!” The kid shouted from a short way above him. “Monkey King caught me!”

Macaque let out a relieved breath, scaling up the tree before looking across a few branches at where the other two were. “Hey.”

“Nice of you to finally join us,” Wukong teased, holding their shared apprentice under one arm.

Macaque rolled his eyes, hopping over to stand next to him. “Says the guy who wasn't watching our kid while he was practising with his powers.”

“Um, I'm not your kid, I'm Pigsy's kid,” MK corrected, squirming out of Wukong's grip. “I'm taking a lunch break!”

“Okay kid, go chill for a bit, you've earned it,” the king responded, smiling as he watched the boy leave.

With a sigh he turned back to the warrior. “We should probably take a break too.”

“I can keep going.”

“We both know you're lying so shut up,” Wukong deadpanned with a frown.

Macaque blinked, taken aback by the turn of seriousness.

“C'mon, let's go get lunch,” Wukong said, back to his usual cheery disposition as he grabbed Macaque's wrist and began to lead him through the trees.

It felt strange, being welcome back on Flower Fruit Mountain.

Like hundreds of years hadn't passed.

“Moonbeam, stop stealing all my snacks!”

“But they're tasty!”

“Doesn't mean you can have them whenever you want!”

No, no point getting caught up in the past.

That was before everything happened.

“Mac, you good there?”

Macaque snapped back out of his thoughts, looking at Wukong before down to their now joined hands.

When did that happen?

“Y-yeah, I'm fine.”

Wukong frowned. “Looking a bit shook up. Did MK falling really freak you out that much?”

“Be careful up there, sunburst!”

“I'm fine, starlight!”

“Nope, you're totally going to fall!”

“Wow, how supportive of you! Thanks sooooo much!”

“Yeah, guess I just got worried,” Macaque mumbled the excuse, trying to block out memories he didn't ask for.

Memories of times that it hurt to remember, no matter how happy they were.

Wukong fully turned to him, concern swimming in those golden pools that were focused on him. “Macaque? What's wrong? As in what's really wrong?”

Macaque bit the inside of his lip, thinking it over for a moment before replying. “It's nothing, really. Let's go get food.”

The warrior withdrew his hand from the king's, skipping down branches before falling into a shadow portal that took him to the ground.

Air strangled in his throat as he looked at the clearing in front of him, at the one blooming tree that stood alone in the centre.

He remembered this tree.

He remembered climbing it, chasing his friend through the branches before settling down at the base and crashing out from exhaustion, held in an embrace that was as warm as the sun.

“Bud, are you sure you aren't sick or something?” Wukong questioned quietly as he landed beside him, one hand moving to rest on his shoulder. “You can go home and get some rest if you need.”

“I'm fine,” Macaque breathed, slowly walking over to the tree and tracing his hand over the gnarled bark.

The warrior let his head fall forward and rest against the tree, ears pricking as he heard a few of the other inhabitants skittering around in nearby foliage.

The shadow looked up as the king dropped down beside him with a flurry of blossom petals. “Gonna be honest, I kinda forgot that the peaches won't grow on this for a while.”

The sunlight glimmered behind him, framing his face with a shining glow.

It was radiant.

He was radiant.

It almost distracted Macaque from what he'd said.

“So there isn't going to be anything to eat?” Macaque fixed Wukong with the most unimpressed look he could muster.

“I can-”

“No Wukong, I am not eating your hair.”

“Well then, I got nothing,” Wukong said with a shrug, flipping down out of the tree onto the ground beside him.

Macaque conjured a shadow portal, gesturing to it - and was then thoroughly annoyed when Wukong didn't go through.

“You'll be fine, it's just back to your place.”

The king hesitantly went through and Macaque followed him, closing that one before summoning a smaller one.

One hand reached in and grabbed out a couple packets of crisps before throwing one at Wukong.

“There you go. Try and keep track of the seasons next time.”

Wukong ripped it open, hungrily shoving the cooked potato slices into his mouth. “Mmm! Thank you!”

“Chew with your mouth closed, unhygienic asshole,” Macaque grumbled, walking out of the building and over to where MK was, back to his human form. “Heya kid.”

“Hi Macaque,” MK greeted, one arm slung over his face from where he was lying on the ground.

The warrior prodded at him. “You good?”

The kid let out a groan. “No, don't do that, I'm in so much pain.”

Macaque immediately scanned him for injuries, tail lashing worriedly behind him. “Shit, where did you hurt yourself?”

MK shifted his arm, squinting up at his mentor. “Hurt myself, what? No, I just think that using my powers has drained all my energy.”

Macaque took in a deep breath, calming his nerves. “Yeah, okay, that would make sense.”

MK sat up. “You okay? You seem really shaken up.”

“Moonbeam, what is it, what happened? How can I help? Please, Macaque, tell me what's wrong.”

Macaque grabbed his left arm with the other, stopping the slow shaking that had started up at that most recent flash of memory. “It's nothing MK, don't worry about it.”

The apprentice looked sceptical but stood up. “Okay then. I'm going to say bye to Monkey King. I'll see you again tomorrow Macaque.”

“See ya kid.”

Macaque opened up a shadow portal, dropping into the space between places.

His quiet place, where nothing mattered.

Where he could just let his emotions vent.

The shadows swirled in a torrent around him, blocking out anything that he might have been able to sense from outside.

Why now?

Why those memories of all things?

He was only just fixing their friendship he shouldn't-

He shouldn't be thinking about when they were more.

He could feel himself fracturing, becoming one with the shadows surrounding him.

No.

Not again.

He pulled back the strings of his consciousness, gathering them back to his body.

One hand reached up to trace over the scar that covered most of the right side of his face, over the marred flesh that twisted over his features.

He was fine.

Yes, he was fine.

~•~

Wukong blinked his eyes open at the sound of shuffling from elsewhere, instincts blaring an alarm at the threat of an intruder.

Then his memory kicked in, shutting off those instincts.

It was just Macaque, staying over to seemingly make sure that he ate something.

Wukong watched as the warrior was silhouetted by the moon as he stood in the doorway, a gasp strangling in the king's throat.

There were six ears to that silhouette.

Something was definitely wrong.

Macaque had been acting off all day, acting distant - although that wasn't new - and even nostalgic if possible.

“Sunburst, let me clean that wound for you.”

And it made him feel nostalgic as well.

Of things that had been that could never be again.

Wukong dragged himself up, following Macaque as he left.

It was strange, having him back.

Not the same as he used to be.

Not his shadow.

His warrior.

His moonbeam.

His starlight.

“Your starlight huh? You sound like a sentimental fool.”

“Maybe I am.”

“You're so annoying.”

“But you love me anyway.”

The king swallowed around the thickness in his throat, eyes scanning over the treeline.

He didn't have perfect hearing like Macaque but he did have gold vision.

The sage closed his eyes and then reopened them, flitting across his surroundings and sighing when he couldn't spot the familiar form he was searching for.

“Macaque, where are you?”

“Right here.”

Wukong practically jumped out his skin, turning around and hissing at his friend. “Fucking shit you scared me!”

Macaque just moved closer and dropped his head to Wukong's shoulder, hands grabbing tightly onto his sides.

“Mac? What is it, what happened?” The king whispered. “How can I help?”

The hands only tightened at his sides, claws digging into his skin slightly.

“Please, Macaque, tell me what's wrong.”

Dampness soaked into his skin and Wukong's eyes widened, concern properly overtaking him; he hadn't seen Macaque cry in forever.

Not since before.

“I don't want to.”

“Go away Wukong. I'm fine. Just leave me.”

Similar venom coating his words both times, trying to push him away.

Wukong moved to brush his hands up and down the shadow's back, trying to soothe him.

“Please? Moonbeam?” He tried.

Macaque tensed under his grip.

Okay, maybe that wasn't such a good idea.

“I just want to help.”

Macaque moved away, stepping so he was a short distance away.

Tear tracks glinted in the moonlight down his cheeks.

“I don't know how to get it to go away.” Macaque's voice cracked, looking down at his shaking hands. “I have these feelings that I don't want and it won't go away and I hate it.”

Wukong reached out for him. “Macaque…”

The warrior moved away from him, pacing as he ranted.

“And they won't stop. It was fine before everything with Azure happened and I thought I was okay but when me and MK were looking for you I saw us. From before. And I don't know what to do about it now.”

Macaque turned to face him, a hysterical expression on his face as he dragged one hand back over his head.

“Wukong it doesn't make any fucking sense! I was fine before but now I'm not! I didn't feel any of this up until recently and now it is threatening to ruin everything!”

His face fell, lip quivering.

“And I don't want that. I'm the closest I've been to happiness since coming back.”

“You know, peaches, I think this is the happiest I've ever been.”

“Yeah, me too moonbeam.”

“And I don't-” Macaque paused, taking a deep breath. “I don't want to fuck it up.”

“Fuck what up?” Wukong asked, slowly approaching him.

Macaque let out a sob, more tears sliding down his cheeks. “Our friendship. I keep thinking about before and I don't even know if we'd work like that anymore! You killed me and yet I still care for you.”

“You're so lucky I care for you.”

“I know I am.”

“I still care for you,” Wukong admitted quietly, just loud enough for Macaque alone to hear, gently grabbing Macaque's hand.

The warrior looked up at him, shaking his head slowly. “No. There's- there's so much else going on, we-”

“Who cares?” The king reached his other hand up to cup the shadow's cheek. “Who cares? Yes, you were right, this probably is the calm before the storm. But I have regretted what I did since the second it happened.”

Even now flashes of Macaque's corpse plagued his mind, sticky blood coating his body.

Never feeling fully rid of it.

“Please, Macaque, I can't lose you again,” Wukong all but begged. “I spent centuries trying to remember everything I could about you and then you finally showed back up and I-”

He looked away from Macaque.

“I only pushed you away more. And I need to make up for that.”

Forced his gaze back to meet Macaque's.

“I can't lose you again.”

Macaque stepped away, gaze flitting around wildly. “No, no, Wukong, we can't.”

“Why not?!” Wukong asked, voice rising.

Macaque flinched further away from him, all six ears pressing back.

“I need to go.”

“No, Macaque, please don't leave again.”

Something flickered across the warrior's face, there and gone within the span of a second.

All too late the king noticed the portal of shadows under Macaque's feet.

“I'm sorry Wukong.”

The sage threw himself onto the ground that the shadow had disappeared into, one fist pounding against the dirt.

“Hey, Wukong, look! I made a little portal!”

No.

“Wukong, are you sure this is a good idea?”

No.

“No, that's you! You're the one who's always running off! Looking for more power, more sources of immortality! You're the one who wouldn't quit while we were ahead! Not the Great Sage, he's got to drag everyone else into his mess!”

No!

“Please, just come back,” he cried, slumping against the floor. “I'm sorry. For everything. I'm sorry.”

“The two of you are such a mess.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Come on! Show me the real Sun-Wukong! The old you would have levelled this whole mountain range to stop me! But you're scared of hurting some kid. Pathetic!”

“I'm sorry!”

“Macaque told me a story one time about you two. Well, not me specifically. But he said about how you two were like the sun and the moon. You and him sure used to be close, didn't you Monkey King?”

“Macaque, I'm sorry,” Wukong repeated. “I'm sorry I was so obsessed with power. I'm sorry I forgot about you.”

The tingling sensation of something brushing past him.

“And I'm sorry that we'll never be able to go back to what we used to be.”

“We could,” Wukong said, frowning when nothing was behind him.

Macaque had always loved mind games but he didn't feel like this was the time for them.

“Because years worth of battles can just be forgotten? Brushed over? Crossed out and not written into the history books?”

The voice echoed around him, wind swirling and buffering the treetops.

“No but we could work through it,” Wukong responded. “I love you, I don't want to fight again.”

The wind died down and the shadow cast from him by the moon, violet eyes opening and staring at him.

“Really? You aren't just saying that?”

“Fuck, no, of course not,” Wukong near cried.

The shadow's eyes narrowed, as if in contemplation.

“I need some time.”

“We have all the time in the world, Macaque, a whole universe to explore!”

“Can we just stay here for a little longer though?”

“Of course.”

“You know me. All the time in the world,” the sage replied, trying to ignore the pang in his chest as the shadow's eyes closed.

It was something.

They had… they had something.

[riveramorylunar]

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Hydra Agent Reader & Yelena Belova x Reader (Platonic)

Warnings ⚠️: Strangers to Friends to Enemies, Major Death, Blood, Brainwash, Mentions Of Abuse, Mentions Of Drowning, Height Difference, Slight Age Difference, Murders, Weapons, Powers, Shooting, Angst & No Happy Ending

Pet Names/Nicknames: Darling & Natty

Word Count: 2,511

Italics = Past

Y/N had been living in captivate for years. Forced to serve Hydra, a powerful organization led by a man named Baron Strucker, Y/N had been under their control since she was a child. Y/N was gifted with powers unlike any other, and Hydra had discovered this and had used her to complete their missions and succeed at their evil objectives. Her powers were Nanite Infusion, Retractable Claws, Amphibious, Technopathy and Acrobatic.

Before any of this stuff happened Y/N was a normal girl living in a normal town or that's what people thought. She had gotten all these powers when she was just 3 years old. Her parents had hid her away from the outside world to protect her and other people. Her room was in the basement when she had gotten the powers. Her parents moved her room down into the basement so the neighbors wouldn't hear stuff breaking or Y/N screaming.

It all changed though when a new family moved next door to Y/N's 3 years later. Y/N had watched from the basement window as two young girls helped their parents move stuff into the house. One had red hair and blue tips while the younger one had blonde hair. Y/N was confused cause the two girls looked nothing like their parents. She'd watch them everyday playing outside in the rain, splashing in the puddles or watch them swim in their pool when it was hot outside. She'd watch the two get in the yellow thing in the mornings and get off a yellow thing in the afternoon. She always wondered what that thing was that dropped the two girls off every day except for two.

It was summer again and the two girls were playing outside giggling and having fun as Y/N watched when someone landed in front of the window she was watching out of. Y/N tried reaching for it but the window stopped her from doing so. The older one of the two rushed over and kneeled down causing Y/N to freeze in place. Natasha looked up to see Y/N looking at her causing her to smile before waving. Y/N gasped before she fell off the boxes she was standing on. She landed on the couch before rolling off it and hiding in front of it. The blonde haired girl had rushed over and looked through the window.

The next day Y/N was sitting on the couch when there was a knock on the basement window causing her to jump. She turned around to see the redheaded girl waiting. Y/N was about to scramble off the couch and hide but the girl held a piece of paper up to the window. Y/N squinted her eyes before frowning causing the redheaded girl to frown as well. Y/N watched as the older girl wrote something down before putting it up to the window. Y/N just stared at the girl causing her to sigh before standing up and walking away. After a couple minutes Y/N heard the basement door open before quick footsteps. She looked up to see her parents and the two girls in front of them. Y/N looked at her parents before they left without saying a word. 

The blonde haired girl had run over and hugged Y/N tightly. Y/N squealed as she started pushing the younger girl off her. "You're even cuter up close" the younger girl shouted out as she giggled. "I'm Yelena by the way what's your name" the blonde said as she got off Y/N before sitting on the couch. Y/N looked between the two girls before frowning. "Can you not speak" the redheaded girl said and Y/N shook her head no. "I can teach you, my name's Natasha but my family and friends call me Natalia" the older girl said before walking over and sitting on the other side of Y/N.

The three spent every day together. Natasha and Yelena helped Y/N how to read, write and talk. Even though it took some time they got there. One night though when Natasha and Yelena were sleeping over people broke into the house and killed Y/N's parents before heading down to the basement. "Who has the powers" One of them muttered out and one of the others pointed in the middle of the bed. "Her she has the powers take the other two to dreykov he'll be glad to have fresh meat" The one said and the other nodded before walking over and injecting the three with something so they wouldn't wake up. The man with the red octopus patch on his right shoulder lifted Y/N up while the other two lifted Natasha and Yelena up.

Y/N had become an experiment for Hydra. Getting tested on so they know what powers she had and how they worked. They'd cut her up and watch as her wounds instantly heal up. When they looked closer they realized that they were nanites that flow through her blood repairing any damage done to the body, providing fast healing, and increasing strength and durability. They'd try to drown her but due to her Amphibious powers she was able to breathe just as much as she could above water. They'd force her to bring out her claw before chopping them off causing blood to seep out every time. She was made into a soldier at the age of 9  being brainwashed to not remember her past. The only  thing that remained with her from her past was a puzzle piece necklace that had the word friends engraved in it. Every time she asked about the necklace she'd always be brainwashed.

Y/N was sent on a mission to steal data from the Avengers Compound. "You better not mess this up or you'll regret it Y/N" Baron said and Y/N nodded her head. "I won't mess up I promise" Y/N said causing Baron to nod before handing her something. "What is this" Y/N questioned before looking back up at the man. "It's a USB it'll download every single file from the computer" he said and Y/N nodded before rushing off. Y/N grabbed hold of her necklace before breathing in and out.

Y/N had arrived at the Avengers compound at night. She had disarmed the security alarms and J.A.R.V.I.S before sneaking into the compound. She made her way through it using her flexibility to maneuver through the halls. Once she reached the computer room the snuck into it before heading to one of them. She took out the USB and stuck it into the computer. She watched as the computer started downloading stuff. As she waited the lights turned on causing her to shield her eyes. "Stop what you're doing" a female voice said and Y/N looked over to see a redheaded woman holding a gun up to her. "Step away from the computer and put your hands up" the woman said and Y/N looked between her and the computer to see it's almost done downloading. "Why don't you drop your gun first then I'll back away from the computer" Y/N said causing the woman to chuckle causing Y/N to shiver. Why did that chuckle sound so familiar she had thought before looking at the computer. She shook her thoughts away before yanking out the USB and running to the other side as the redhead started shooting at her. The woman cursed before rushing towards Y/N. The woman chased Y/N through the halls before taking a short cut. She tackled Y/N to the ground causing Y/N to wince. "Drop the USB now" the woman said and Y/N struggled before looking down at the gold necklace that was dangling from her neck. Y/N looked back up before her eyes widened in shock. "Natty" Y/N muttered out causing Natasha to freeze before loosening her grip on Y/N. Y/N took the chance to claw Natasha's arm causing Natasha to cry out in pain. Y/N got out from under Natasha's grip and darted out of the compound. Natasha looked down at her arm to see blood running down her arm from the claw mark before looking down at the ground to see the USB laying there broken.

Y/N made her way back to the Hydra hideout before reaching into her pocket. Her eyes widened in shock as she started to panic. "No no no no" Y/N said as she was about to turn around and rush back to the compound. "Y/N welcome back did you get the Data" One of the soldiers said causing her to look up in fear. "You lost it didn't you, Baron's not going to be happy" the soldier said as he grabbed Y/N's wrist. Y/N stood her ground causing the soldier to look at her. "Y/N" the soldier warned but Y/N screamed before slicing through the soldier's helmet and slicing his face up. "God damnit you bitch" the soldier shouted as he contacted more soldiers to come help him. The soldiers arrived and surrounded Y/N. "Y/N don't make this difficult on yourself" a voice said causing Y/N to freeze in place as she looked up to see Baron walking towards her.

"Did you bring it" he asked and Y/N looked down. Y/N heard him sigh before she was slapped across the face hard. "What did I tell you if you didn't bring it back" Baron said and Y/N felt tears roll down her face. "That I'd get punished" Y/N muttered out before she was knocked out.

Meanwhile at the compound Natasha was wrapping up her arm when Yelena came rushing in. "Natasha what happened" Yelena said and Natasha looked up. "Nothing I couldn't handle I'm fine" Natasha said and Yelena rolled her eyes. "Why are you always so stubborn" Yelena said and Natasha scoffed as she got off the medbay bed. "Please tell me what happened Natasha" Yelena pleaded as she followed her sister. Natasha stopped before turning around to face Yelena. She looked around before looking back at her younger sister. "I think I saw Y/N I think she was the one who broke into the compound" Natasha muttered out causing Yelena to frown. "But she's been gone for years how can you be so sure it was her who broke in" Yelena whispered out and Natasha frowned. "You're right guess it wasn't her my mind is just probably playing games on me" Natasha sighed out as she gripped her arm. "Come on let's go get some food" Yelena said and the two walked towards the kitchen.

Y/N woke up in a cell and winced as she looked down at her arms to see dry blood. Her eyes widened in shock realizing her powers to heal weren't working. "If you're wondering why you're not healing you have a power dampener around your neck. Baron said causing Y/N to reach up and feel a metal collar around her neck. She looked up to see Baron leaning against the metal bar door smirking. "Told you you'd regret it " he snickered before backing up. Y/N got up before rushing over just to be stopped by chains causing her to fall to the ground as she screamed out. "You'll be in here for a while so get used to it" he said before leaving as Y/N started crying.

It had been weeks since Y/N was in the cell. Y/N had suddenly woken up when there was an explosion. She looked up when she heard rapid footsteps. A few of the hydra soldiers rushed to her sell and unlocked the door. The one that was holding the keys rushed over and unlocked Y/N's chains and the collar around her neck. "Bad move asshole" Y/N muttered out as she wrapped her legs around his neck and broke it. She stood up and stumbled forward a bit but shook it off before rushing towards the others and killing them as well. She looked down at her arms to see them heal but not completely causing her to have scars all down her arms. She made her way out of the building before stopping to see the Avengers rushing in and fighting the hydra soldiers. Y/N turned around to see Baron glaring at her while in a helicopter that was about to fly away. "Kill them" he mouthed and Y/N smiled. "I'm done running" she mouthed back as she heard that voice again.

"Any last words" Natasha asked Y/N as she held her gun up towards Y/N who slowly turned around. Y/N smiled before dropping to her knees. "Thank you Natalia for being my best friend all those years ago" Y/N said causing Natasha's eyes to widen in shock before she dropped her gun causing the others to look at her. To Natasha it felt like time was moving slowly when she started running towards Y/N. Before she was even close to Y/N, Y/N was shot in the back of the head by one of the hydra soldiers. Natasha cried out before collapsing to the ground and catching Y/N. "Darling no wake up please please wake up I can't lose you again" Natasha cried out as Yelena dashed over and dropped down into the snow covered ground. "Y/N please you can't leave us" Yelena sobbed out as she grabbed hold of Y/N's face. Blood was slowly rolling down Y/N's face as her eyes were glazed over. The light in her eyes had disappeared and Yelena broke out into a sob. Natasha pulled Y/N up and held her against her chest as she rested her forehead on top of Y/N's head. Yelena looked up at her older sister who was silently crying. "I hate that I wasn't able to tell her how much I loved her Yelena I hate myself for not rescuing her, I hate myself for not realizing it was her sooner I could have helped her break free and tell her that I was in love with her" Natasha whispered out her voice cracking.

"Natasha we have to go" Steve said as he tried to grab Natasha's shoulder but Yelena stood up and shoved him away. "Stay away from them" Yelena growled out causing the others to look at her in shock. "Easy Yelena were not going to separate them" Tony said but Yelena glared at him. "Do what you're supposed to do and leave us alone" Yelena shouted before she threw all of her weapons and Natasha's to the ground in front of them. "We are done fighting we've lost everything and everyone we've loved we are done do you hear me" Yelena shouted before she turned around and walked back to her sister and friend.

Taglist: @red1culous @natashaismylove @i-lov3-w0men

[leavethemtorot]

the harder the rain, (honey, the sweeter the sun)

Angst, a Charming, and gays? Of course I'm here

Warnings: Implied Character Death

You have been warned

Chloe! Be careful!" Chad called after his little sister, chasing her down the hallway.

His voice still rattled in her ears on occasion. Reminders her of why there were rules. Why they have to be followed.

"Alex, quit. You are going to get hurt. Now get down."

"Calm down Chloe. I'm two feet off the ground, I'm not gonna die."

Dior seemed amused by them, though blood always seemed amused. She shot them both a glare. Alex wasn't supposed to be up there, nevertheless walking around. She was just gonna get hurt and it's Chloe's duty to make sure that didn't happen.

She giggled, continuing to run towards their pool. He promised to go swimming. He rarely could do stuff with her anymore, of course she was going to run.

Alex smiled, her blonde hair in neat little braids, eyes sparkling with mirth. She reached out, motioning for Chloe to join her.

"Come on, the view's better up here. Live a little Charming."

Her breath quickened, fingers twisting the ring on her hand. Alex needed to get down. She had to get down. No one was supposed to be up there. It was against the rules. The rules were there for a reason. The rules kept people from getting hurt.

The ground was still wet from the rain earlier. She set the towel down on a chair, smiling as she saw Chad walk out.

"Come on! Come on! Hurry up! I wanna show you something!"

"Watch out!"

A ball hurtled into Alex, taking her by surprise.

She raced towards the pool before attempting to do a cartwheel. Her hand slipping as she fell in the pool.

A small scream as the momentum pushed her over.

"Chloe!" He sprinted towards her. All it took was one misstep…

And.

Down.

She. He

Fell.

Crack.

"Do you catch everyone who falls for you, or am I just that special Charming?"

Chloe's arms were cradling the younger girl, keeping her safe from the hard ground. She kept holding her even as Dior rushed over to check on them both. Kept looking over her face.

She was okay. She was alive.

[carlos-in-glasses]

Fic Rec Friday Fun

Thank you for the tag @irispurpurea @reyesstrand @rosedavid @strandnreyes @iboatedhere @chicgeekgirl89 @catanisspicy - you're all so fantastic and I need to catch up on the ones in your lists I haven't read yet! A treat for me 🥰

So wanted to get some hiatus rec lists going and encourage some self promo in my friends so how about sharing your top fics no matter how big or small - give us the links to your wonderful words with the Most hits/Most kudos/Most comments/Most bookmarks /Most words/Least words

For me the above means it would only be split between two fics and then a third for least words, so I'm going for the next-most for comments and bookmarks.

Most Hits: When Soulmates Swim - Sparks and splashes fly when TK and Carlos each take up swimming while they recover from workplace injuries. I'm going to go ahead and say this is probably the funniest fic I've written based on feedback! There's angst of course but also TK and Carlos bring out each other's fun side and I'm so happy with it because of that.

Most Kudos: Chasers - A 3x13 coda. While TK is alone with Cooper, Carlos is alone with his thoughts. Both recall times they’ve chased the next high, other men, or each other. When Carlos arrives home, TK still has something important to say – and it's something he didn’t tell Cooper. I'm amazed and so grateful for the love on this one-shot. I loved delving into their backstories and featuring Alex who, fun fact, is based on my ex-boyfriend lol. Not me mining my most painful memories and emotions for content! ANYWAY this Cooper is in my current WIP so he'll be back soon...! Also Carlos goes for a swim and it's where the idea for the gym pool in When Soulmates Swim originated.

Most Comments: The Heart Behind the Shield - Bad Call (2x08) meets Abandoned (4x04) when TK and Carlos attempt to understand what they’ve been through and realize certain old wounds are bleeding into the new. They have both been held captive, faced death, made it home. Secrets, moods, hot messes – they love each other more every day. And they both still need their parents. I'd wanted to write a 2x08 coda for ages but couldn't figure out my angle until 4x04 came along with such blessed parallels. Like Chasers this also goes into backstory and I'm really happy with how those parts came out. Also just want to say that this has a particular scene between Carlos and Gabriel, which I'm very glad I wrote given what happens in 4x17.

Most Bookmarks: The Ruins of Wonderland - A divergence/re-imagining of Carlos and TK getting back together after their breakup. The severe winter storm doesn’t happen as forecast and Austin receives a manageable snowfall – without TK plunging into a frozen lake. Nancy’s 126 hang goes ahead. TK attends, but so does Carlos… This wasn't the first story I wrote/posted, but it's the first idea for a Tarlos fic I had and I have such a soft-spot for it. Important features: bed-breaking sex, slipper socks and a giant pretzel.

Most Words: When Soulmates Swim - 53k. The next is The Heart Behind the Shield at 34.4k. My longest one-shot is Man to Man at 14.6k.

Least Words: The Light of Our Life - 2.4k. After an awkward conversation, Carlos buys TK a bearded dragon and fears it may be a parting gift (Coda for 4x12). I took a long lunchbreak, wrote this, and posted it the same day. I've never done that before or since, and I honestly don't understand what happened to me...

I'm a little late for this so apologies if you've already done it and I haven't seen, but if not and you want to share, I'm tagging: @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @heartstringsduet @paperstorm @goodways @bonheur-cafe @lightningboltreader @chaotictarlos @theghostofashton @bubblesandroses8 @noxsoulmate @freneticfloetry @taralaurel @never-blooms @ladytessa74 @lemonlyman-dotcom ❤️ 🧡 💛 💚 💙 💜

[luckyshotwrites]

Ch. 96 // Here, Kill Him // XXX

Contents (Warnings): To kill him (Angst, slight blood warning, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 4,200+

Song I correlate to this Chapter: None to report

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Approximately four years and one month ago

Drake

"A pizzeria!" Edgar said enthusiastically, showing him the mascot that Pete drew on a paper plate in pen. Why would you want to run a pizza place? You make so much money with real estate like Mom. 

"We can work there as a family," his dad had a definite look in his eyes. Drake wouldn't have much choice if he went through with it. 

Drake withheld his displeasure. We can't even eat pizza properly, so what would be the point? 

"I'll think about it."

His dad gave a pleased nod, put the paper plate on the bed, and got ready to take a picture of it to send to Wenna and Ulysses. 

Unfortunately, Drake was walking near his parents 'hotel room when his dad went looking for them, so he was snatched up first. "You can invite Pete's son, Alexander, too. I'm sure he'd love it."

Now you're patronizing me. "I'll pass if he's working there."

His dad looked away from his phone, "he's not that bad to you, is he?"

Drake didn't feel like answering that. "I don't want to miss one of the on-deck events; I'll see you later, Dad."

Unlike the others who left him alone, his dad grabbed at Drake's hood. He rarely did. 

"Be honest with me, yes or no."

Drake winced, pulled, and sighed; his dad wasn't letting go. "He treats me like all you guys do."

"With love?"

"Like I need someone to look after me and worry that I can't defend myself." He said, frustrated by his dad's persistence. 

"We look out for each other."

"No, you trust Wenna and Ulysses alone. I practically have to beg to do anything." Drake tugged hard enough to make Edgar let go. "I'm not some kid anymore."

He got to the door and saw Ulysses when he opened it up. His brother nervously looked over him, and Drake went around him to leave and head back to the upper deck. 

He strode up, past a few other cruise guests, chatting and enjoying themselves. While he chewed on his bitterness. 

To admit his fault would hurt, as no one has any obligation to forgive him. His stubbornness fought against that remorse.

When he reached the top, plenty of people walked around in bathing suits, getting ready for a swim or heading to the pools and slides. Drake pulled his hoodie up. He wasn't a fan of swimming.

He wasn't ecstatic about being here in the first place. I could mingle with humans. He thought to himself. 

As he walked around the edge of the cruise, he spotted Alexander. His family was invited along, but he hadn't seen him much, and now he knew why. Drake took note of the tight grip on the bar, his hunched body, and how he let his head hang over. 

It would be a perfect time to push you off. Drake said in his head. He knew Alexander would save himself even if Drake decided to do that. 

Drake walked to him anyway, "Why would you get on a ship if you get seasick?" 

Alexander rested his head on the bar and groaned, "Why else if I stayed-" he closed his mouth quickly, shuddered, and then groaned again. "My dad would have dragged my ass here anyway." 

You don't seem so challenging now. 

"Seasick, on a cruise like this? You must be super sensitive, the boats barely rocking." Drake hadn't even noticed the girl come near them. She wore a dark purple bikini, one that barely contained her features. 

Bold of a human to get near him. 

"Whatever," Alexander's said between tight lips.

His heart rate is increasing, and his body is tensing. He wants to eat her. 

"He's not very smart, is he?" The brunette said.

"Fuck you," Alexander faced her, then immediately turned his head and held his head over the edge. 

"He's not," Drake replied.

The girl giggled at his reply and then prodded at Alexander further. "Can you swim because you look very pushable right now?"

I like this girl already.

Alexander grumbled, "laugh it, fucking up."

"I'm sorry I'm teasing," She inched closer to him, her eyes tracing over every inch of his body as if she was looking for something. 

She doesn't sound attracted to him, but she can't take her eyes off him. Drake didn't know what to make of this human. She caught Drake staring at her—he hadn't fully covered his eyes with his bangs. 

He expected her to look and have the tremors of disgust. She didn't. Her heart beat with familiarity as if he was a friend of hers. But he had never met her before, at least not that he remembered. 

Her green orbs flowed back to Alexander, "You do realize you could go to the boat nurse and get some medication, right?"

Alexander shook his head, "most medicines won't work on me."

She leaned back on the bars, "sensitive to only the sea, huh?" The brunette moved closer, "you could always have someone knock you out, so you're not so vulnerable."

Drake watched her touch at Alexander's back. He flinched and swung back and instinctually grabbed her wrist.

Her heart's still calm. He let it go.

"Don't do that."

She nodded, "Sorry." There was a silence more between them before she spoke again. "You have swift reflexes. It's like you don't even think."

Alexander barely gave a grunt in response. Drake could tell he was itching to eat the human but couldn't due to his sickness. Not that Drake thought he should, anyway.

She gave off such an odd aura. Her face mimicked expressions of worry or fear, yet her heart didn't hold one of those tunes. She's been faking it. Why?

She lifted her wrist with her grapevine watch, "Oh, shoot, I forgot to meet them at the pool. It was nice to meet you both," we haven't even exchanged names.

Drake was about to reply, but she bumped into him on her way out. He wanted to turn back and get her but lost balance. He didn't know why he felt more drained than usual. 

Alexander snagged his hood and kept him from falling.

"SORRY!" She exclaimed as she ran toward the pools.

Drake barely vocalized a thank you, as he was far more intrigued by the oddity of a human they just met and would never see again. 

...

Andras had called Drake in a week after their cruise. He expected a job but instead was greeted with a proposition. 

"I think I figured out a way for you to take down your problem." The curly-haired male said; he ushered Drake to sit next to him. 

"Invite Alexander here," Andras said with the enthusiasm of a giddy schoolgirl. 

"Why the hell would I do that?"

"He cares about you, right?" Andras said, "All you have to do is invite him over for a drink or two of crested, except we infuse your venom with it. Then, you two play a game blindfolded, and by the time it kicks in, he'll be rendered pretty useless."

"He can turn into his Wendigo form and get bigger."

"He can't."

Drake narrowed his gaze, "how are you so sure?"

He seems too confident for it to be a guess. 

He smiled brightly like an innocent child, "Call it a hunch; every hybrid has its defects."

There was something about his tone that made Drake think otherwise. 

Andras pestered him about it eagerly, and Drake caved in. He invited Alexander, and he skeptically showed up.

"Why did you invite me to a strip club?" Alexander gestured to the side door they were going into. He refused to go any further. 

"You'll see," Neither Drake nor Alexander wanted to go inside. I want him far away from my personal life.

"You better have a good explanation."

He trusts me? What have I done to make him do that?

Alexander followed him inside, and Drake was relieved Andras didn't put any of the music on he usually did to play around. 

"So this is Drake's best friend," Andras chirped; he was behind the door. He shut it once they were both in and threw himself from it to Alexander.

The blonde rolled his eyes and scanned over Andras. His eyes gave a faint blue glow, "Who are you?"

"Where are my manners," Andras took a step back and lifted his hand, "My name is Andras, and I've heard a lot about you, Alexander."

His hand hesitantly came up. Drake listened to the uneasy. He doesn't trust Andras, that's for sure.

"Uh-huh." Alexander shook his hand, "are you the one that wanted me here?"

"No, no, that's Drake's doing. He told me you were a little noisy before and was curious about what he was up to." 

Alexander turned his head to Drake, "You're working in a strip club?"

"NO! I'm not a stripper!" Drake exclaimed embarrassedly.

Andras burst into laughter, "Well, you do technically show yourself to people-"

Drake pointed at Andras, "I DO NOT. THAT'S NOT WHAT I DO."

He definitely amused his curly-haired boss.

"Then what's going on here?" Alexander asked, utterly lost.

 Andras escorted them over to a booth across from one of the stages. The rooms that led to the back were pretty close. And Andras cleared the area to keep his other employees and guests from coming around. 

He had a pan with the drinks set to pour. Drake had to add his 'tonic,' and he'd do it to both since it doesn't affect him the same way. And naturally, he wouldn't think it'd affect Alexander even if he ingested it that way. If it wasn't for the properties of crested alcohol, he wouldn't have agreed to it.

"Drake works for me here, donating his blood," Andras said hesitantly.

Alexander's eyebrows furrowed, "what." He looked at Drake pouring the drinks. "People don't need it. Why would you give it away?"

"Money, why else," Drake said, though it wasn't entirely true. He did like the power that came with ordering people around. 

"Money?" Alexander pressed his glasses, "For someone who shouldn't let people know what he is, you seem pretty content on letting people know!"

"He can protect himself; if he can't, he has us here," Andras replied.

Alexander flipped back to him, "I don't care how powerful you think you are. He shouldn't be putting his ass in danger for money."

"You're not my parents."

"And your parents know?!"

Drake bit his tongue. This is why I wanted to avoid inviting him. He squinted at Andras as he brought the table drinks. 

"Drake is free to tell whoever he wants. They don't if he didn't think his parents should know."

Exactly.

A growl worked up from Alexander's throat. "You think I'd advocate this?" 

Drake slid him a drink, took him, and gave one to Andras. "No. I thought you'd complain. That's why you'll leave me alone if I can beat you at a game. If I don't, I'll do whatever you want."

Alexander looked at the glass, "I don't drink-"

"It's crested alcohol. It won't get you drunk on one glass," Drake said.

"You want to bet my silence on a game." Alexander picked up a glass. 

Drake lifted his glass, "you wanted to know what I was up to, now you know. I have been doing it for months without a problem besides you. If something does happen, you know where I am." Drake drank his liquid, hoping Alexander would do the same.

Andras curiously watched and drank, too. 

Alexander drank it and slammed the glass down without breaking it. "Whatever. But if you win for some reason, and you don't come home on time, I'll tell them."

Drake didn't sense a lie. "Okay."

He put his glass down, too. They got a blindfold begrudgingly on Alexander, and the game would be simple: slap the other hand faster wins. It was harder as neither of them could really see. And Andras monitored it. They'd have fine minutes, and whoever got their hand slapped the most lost. Drake hovered his hands over Alexanders and pulled them back when he felt they were about to be slapped.

Alexander was surprisingly faster, at least...at first. It started to die down when Alexander spoke about his sluggishness. He was only ignored and made fun of until...

I won. Drake said it in his head and not out loud. Alexander slumped in the seat. He found himself unable to move. The venom Drake made Alexander drink worked.

And because most spells required a range of touch or sight, Alexander couldn't do a thing with his eyes blindfolded like that. 

The paralysis hadn't fully set in as his body twitched. Alexander refused to give up so easily. 

"I remember you said he was too powerful," Andras's tease stroked Drake's back. He plopped down next to Alexander, "all you need to do is assess your opponent. Find vulnerabilities and BAM." 

He slapped at Alexander's chest, and his arms twitched as if to react; they almost did. 

Andras whistled, "Fairly impressive; that was a lot of venom."

Drake glanced over the blindfolded body and ten back to Andras. He had no one to witness this underhanded victory, nor no one to praise him as he wanted, except Andras. 

Andras then got to his feet and pulled a dagger from his holster. "Now, you can kill him." 

The word kill stabbed Drake's brain. He hadn't thought of that. Some of him sometimes wished Alexander wasn't in the picture, not that he should be killed. 

"I don't-" 

"After all this, you're going to let him go?" Andras waved the dagger around, "Did you want to give him to give you a chance to take you down? Maybe even kill you first?" 

"No."

The male with three dots under his left eye shifted the blade in his hand and held it out to Drake. "It should be strong enough to stab into his chest. If not, use more force to dig it deep in there." 

The blade felt heavy, riddled with seals, magic, and a metal foreign to Earth. He sifted the spiral blade in his hand, inspecting it and the small spikes along its edges. They looked like they were meant to chip off inside a target when it was used. 

Drake tilted his head back to Alexander. He moved closer and closer. Everything else in the party room seemed still. Drake scrutinized the hybrid's chest as it rose and fell. 

The pangs of fear were light. He expected it to be louder, crying at Drake to stop. They weren't. 

Why isn't it loud? Drake refused to accept that Alexander acknowledged this as his end.

His free hand cradled underneath Alexander's jaw. "Why aren't you scared?"

Alexander's body quivered in a futile rebellion. His breath barely left his lips. "I know the difference between someone who wants to and will kill me and someone who won't."

No one else wants to kill you. What do you mean? Drake strode to get angry, but...a person's heart never lied. He could tell the difference between every single one he's heard, their lies, their truths, their emotions—most species had very similar signs, with slight variations depending on the person. 

Yet Alexander never lied. Drake assumed he was playing the tough guy. He wasn't. 

"You think I won't?" Drake lined up the knife at Alexander's shirt. 

Alexander's voice came out in a single breath, "No." 

Drake's hand shook, so he threw his other hand over, and it did the same. In distress, he looked back at Andras and realized his reliance.

He didn't want this. Drake needed reassurance that what he was doing was right. Why did Drake demand approval for something 'he'd want'. If it was what he truly desired, he would have done it.

He was jealous, envious of what Alexander had. Everyone treated Alexander as normal, regardless of what they said about his defects— he received no special treatment like Drake. 

Drake pushed away and turned to Andras, "I'm not killing him. He did nothing to warrant it."

Andras sighed with a slight, 'I expected this' written on his face. "Sounds good." The curly-haired fellow walked closer to Drake and held out his hand, "I'll finish it up from here and see you tomorrow."

"Finish it?"

"Kill him."

Drake held the knife to his chest. "I don't want you to kill him either."

Andras shrugged, "I suppose I can let Victoria do so?"

"I don't want him to die." 

Andras snickered and peered past Drake at Alexander, "We can't let him get away now. He knows too much, and he'll put a charge against you."

The regret nested in his lungs. "I-I don't care."

"Well, I do. I'd rather none of us get involved with too much of a mess, so for the preservation of what we have going on, he has to die." Andras waved his open hand in front of Drake again, "You won't have to deal with it, though; I'll make sure there's nothing left." 

He had known Andras for several months. He was young, intelligent, and powerful. Someone who Drake admittedly feared. Because of it, he could feel his hand loosen its grip on the blade. 

It almost slipped like butter on a heated pan from his grasp into Andras's. He kept it from doing so. It might have been the confidence he worked up with Andras. "I said we're not killing him." Or it could be the defiance he always had when the weak were in danger.

Andras's eyes went from the dagger and up to Drake. Nothing about Andras looked unnerved by the sudden revolt. He was placid. 

"You'd rather protect someone you hate over someone who helped you." 

Drake repeated himself. "I don't want him to die."

"We all die sometime." Andras grabbed the blade with glowing eyes. He had a cloak over his body. "Now move."

It left like a final warning. Drake had the displeasure of being on the receiving end. Up until this point, Andras's gaze contained a charismatic charm. What he gave Drake now was an ultimatum. 

I'm not a hero. I won't win. 

Andras killed many others before Drake or showed them the 'proper way' of doing things. He didn't want to be an example, nor did he want to die for Alexander.

Not that he had the choice anymore. He already grabbed Andras's arm and flipped him to the ground. 

It all happened so fast. Drake didn't know he did it. He only came to his senses when he heard the cackling. 

Andras sat up quickly and looked over at Drake. "The fun way it is," He sprang to his feet effortlessly and in a swift motion like he pulled electricity particles out of thin air; his fingers crackled. 

There was little of a warning or time to move. He aimed it at Drake, and the charge struck him and sparked off to the lights nearby, making them pop and riddle the floor with glass.

The volt made Drake's body convulse, and heat so rapidly it boiled at the front of his flesh. Then, it all vanished. The pain, sight, everything for a few seconds.

And a new breath entered his lungs, the sight of splattered blood and melted flesh around him. The original hit had made his body burst, and he regenerated when it settled.

He didn't even get a chance to recover, either. Andras sprang on top of him before he got up. 

Not a sound left his mouth before Andras threw his hand in front of it. Another burst of blue consumed his vision and erupted into his head. It threw him to the aching darkness. 

When his body reconstructed him, he huffed. Andras's grip shifted to Drake's neck. Andras licked Drake's blood from his face. 

"Learned yet?"

In defiance, he tried to shout a spell. The surge from the fellow's fingertips expelled up his neck. 

This time, the darkness was more of a fuzzy blur before his body fixed itself. 

Drake wouldn't stop either; again and again, he continued only to have his head, jaw, neck, even eyes, and hands fired and blown to pieces. 

Soon, he itched for energy. He stopped paying attention to the blood-soaked villain. He was feeling too cold for that. 

"You'll die soon," Andras said.

He's right. The thought that he'd go out so pitifully enraged him, not like this. Yet, somehow, he figured that's how it would end. He heard countless stories of those who were flawless, dying young. They'd be torn apart too many times. 

Drake was hitting his limit. A vampire could keep coming back until their energy ran out. 

He'd die with many eyes around him as the guests and workers had come to see what was happening. 

That was also why Drake couldn't believe Alexander got behind Andras.

Andras glanced back in time for an eruption of force to send him back into a few of his employees. 

Alexander yanked Drake's bloodied body from the ground, "Get out of here." He barked. He looked as pitiful as Drake with the continuous twitches of his barely listening form. 

The onlookers fled for safety while the workers were up in arms, ready to attack them. 

"I'm not running away." Drake spat in time to see the spark from across the room come at them. 

It suddenly hit a constructed barrier that Alexander made to protect them. 

I'm not going to die being rescued. Drake took his opportunity and used what made a flawless so special besides their blood. 

As long as he saw the magic performed, his mind temporarily saved it like data. He copied every motion perfectly. 

What was left flooded into his arms—the air crackled and buzzed, making the hair of the two stand up on end. He threw his arms forward, his handicap making it stronger, and it whipped back just as hard. 

Unlike how the spell should have worked, Drake shouldn't have received any backlash, and it should have gone directly to his prey. Instead, it fried his arms and launched itself in several spiral waves, propelling themselves at Andras and everything around him. 

Drake's arms didn't heal after that. His energy seemed to leave with his first breath after that. He lost his sensations from hearing, taste, smell, and touch, and then,

his sight.

...

The wakefulness of being alive left a faint, foul taste in his mouth. It was a familiar one, too—the blood of a hybrid.

He forced back the taste coating his tongue and supposed his reason for being alive. 

His eyes lazily tried to search over the mostly pearl-colored room before being interrupted by a chipper tone. 

She threw herself onto one side of the bed, near Drake's face. "DRAKE!"

He figured the calm quietness of the sudden noise made his ears ring. "Ow, yeah..."

His sister pulled back and hovered near his bed instead of pressing on it. "Sorry."

"It was your voice, not your position." Drake didn't feel comfortable with her so close anyway. She had started biting people not too long ago. "Where am I?"

He turned his head away, and his eyes fell on Alexander. He slouched back, playing a game with earbuds on. Drake found it odd that no one else was around.

"You're in a C.P.P.A. infirmary. They brought you here to ask questions about the whole...thing." His sister's dance around the topic couldn't be any more apparent. 

He shifted under the fitted sheets. 

Drake felt so tired that he wanted to drift back. He didn't dare ask where the rest of the family was. He figured they didn't want to talk to him. He also assumed Wenna only came out of pity and Alexander, maybe he wants to finish me off. 

"I should probably go tell everyone you're awake. It'll distract them from trying to find that guy themselves and kill him for trying to kill you-" she realized what she said and slowly tapered off. "both."

Wenna dryly chuckled and sprang from her seat. She gave a wave and left the room. 

Drake side-eyed Alexander, "You lied to them?"

"You weren't gonna do it," Alexander said, barely looking up from his game, meaning he heard the conversation the whole time. 

"I got you into that situation!" Drake gripped at the frustration he wanted Alexander to have at him. 

Alexander shrugged, "and? We're both out."

"Are you stupid?" Drake growled. He's just letting me off like everyone else. "What if I didn't help you?!"

"Then I would have died."

Why doesn't he care about his own life? Drake sat up. His body hurt, but he ignored it. "YOU SHOULD BE PISSED."

Alexander looked more interested in his game.

Drake couldn't hear any signs of worry, not even anger. He threw himself up from the bed; Alexander lurched toward Drake, moving his game aside to catch him in case he fell. 

"Get your ass into bed." Alexander snapped. 

Drake slapped at Alexander's hands that reached at him. The brands of guilt burned hotter against every part of his body. "Why would you even help me after what I did! I treated you like shit."

"Get into bed."

Drake refused. His legs shook, unable to hold his own weight. "Pity? Obligation? Bragging rights? Make me feel awful? Kill me yourself?" Drake needed some kind of answer. He needed it to justify himself in some kind of way. "Answer me!" His voice broke in a pleading desperation.

Alexander grabbed Drake's arms. "Don't ask me stupid questions. I don't need a fucking reason to do the right thing." Alexander threw Drake back on the bed. "I will bind your ass to that bed if you get up again when you can barely walk. You had a sliver of energy left after you blasted that curly-haired weirdo. You shouldn't even be alive."

I shouldn't. Drake remembered the taste in his mouth when he woke up. It was clear Alexander gave him his blood to survive. 

Drake heard the approaching heartbeats from outside the door and lowered his head in defeat. He couldn't think of what to say to Alexander. He just sat back and was swarmed by everyone else.

...

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I want to hear your opinion on this sooo bad lets say we lay eggs and the children has tails bc his merman genes overpowered ours or something how family life would work? Since they are in the sea like all the time (maybe they swim slower then the other merman’s bc they are half blood or something) and lets say merman’s lives more and ages slower than humans would Satoru find someone else after we die?

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this is where i'm wondering if merman! satoru (and therefore their kids) should be sort of shapeshifters where they can switch between having legs or a tail at-will 🤔 because it would definitely make their lives easier BUT if not...i'm going to say reader gets paid really well, well enough to afford a private house by the water so they're not technically LIVING together, but that's about as close as they can get without like?? satoru and the kids having to live in some backyard pool of reader's house 😭

( that or i will go with the totally inane idea that merman! satoru bit reader and turned them into a mermaid. happy ending <3 )

for personal reasons (avid angst hater while also being a hypocrite) reader lives forever <<3333 BUT if they did die, i don't imagine merman! satoru would be all that interested in lookin for a new mate in general, and also his heart will belong to reader until he dies too :3

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More Than Anything (Bonus Scene)

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Summary: (Set mid-season 6) The reader’s feelings towards the archer evolve, but a supply run that goes south threatens to destroy it all.

Request: “I’d love to see something w protective Daryl and some angst, maybe set at the start of their time in Alexandria w an established relationship?” - @pulplorrd

A/N: Welp, here we are. One last hoo-rah! For those of you that haven't read parts 1 and 2, I highly suggest you do so before reading this! For those of you who are caught up, this is a *certain scene involving a near-drowning*, but from Daryl's POV!

I'm SO sorry it took so long for me to get this out to y'all! (Literally 10 months lol) But I'm happy with how this turned out and am now ready to put this story to rest.

I hope you enjoy it and hope it was worth the wait!

Happy reading :)

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Daryl had learned at a young age not to trust the things that came easy to him.

There had to be a catch — there was always a catch. Nothing good ever came without consequence in his experience.

Well, except you.

You were different — you were everything.

He’d been buried elbow-deep in the hood of an abandoned car, tinkering around with the rusted metal, hoping to find a way to get it up and running once more. Finding the motel had been like winning the fucking lottery — somehow, throughout all the bullshit that’d happened since the dead started walking, it’d essentially been left untouched. He’d figured a place like that would’ve been picked clean through this far into the end of the world.

Yet here it was.

The archer had caught a glimpse of you in the parking lot a few minutes earlier, packing up the trunk of the car with Tara. He’d watched you walk back towards the motel, only pausing to glance over your shoulder, your eyes meeting his. The tension in his body melted away, in its place a warmth he couldn’t quite decipher — but the corner of his mouth quirked as you’d sent him a wink and then you were gone, disappearing down the main stretch of the motel.

His face felt fuzzy as he’d focused back on the car, his thoughts filled with the sweetness of you.

But nothing good ever came without consequence.

“Look out!”

Daryl’s head snapped up at the sound of your sudden and panicked cry, sending his stomach plummeting, his blood turning to ice.

And he took off.

His heart slammed against his ribcage, mimicking the sound of his boots pounding the pavement as he lessened the distance between him, you, and every horrible thing he imagined to be happening at that very moment.

But then he heard a different noise.

A splash.

The sound seemed so misplaced, foreign almost, that Daryl nearly assumed he’d imagined it. Except when he finally rounded the corner — skidding to a halt, spotting the murky swimming pool just ahead, noticing the rippling of waves coming from the center — he realized just how horribly wrong he was.

“Daryl!” Tara suddenly yelled, drawing him back. She stood just a few yards ahead, facing off against a small herd of walkers that’d formed. “She’s — she’s in!” she shouted in a panic, yanking her knife from the skull of the dead at her feet and pointing wildly at the pool. “She fell in!”

The archer didn’t think twice — he drew the pistol he’d shoved into the waistband of his jeans and fired at one of the dead nearing Tara, landing an easy headshot. Daryl ran towards her then, half-tossing, half-handing his gun off to her, unable to focus on anything other than the fact that, at that very moment, you were fucking drowning.

The sound of gunfire began as the archer turned towards the pool, inhaled a deep breath, and dove in.

The water hit him like a ton of bricks — dark, grimy, swamp water. His body slid across the bottom of the pool, his hands fumbling blindly in front of him, feeling for any inkling of you. He ignored the burning in his chest, refusing to resurface until he had you in his grasp — or until his lungs gave out altogether.

He pushed away the plastic tarp he felt drift towards him, coiling around his body and drawing nearer like a siren’s song, sinking him deeper into the depths of darkness. When his hand brushed against another, his heart leapt into his throat, thinking he’d found you at last — but it only took a moment for him to realize something was off, something was wrong.

He knew the feeling of your hand in his — and it wasn’t yours he’d grasped.

He gnashed his teeth together, features twisting as water threatened to force its way past his lips. But he held steady, maneuvering around the body he’d discovered and continuing his search, growing more and more frantic as precious seconds ticked on.

Daryl didn’t think — he didn’t think about your body, floating lifeless just beyond reach; he didn’t think about what would happen once he found you, once he dragged your still body from the water and realized that the big, beautiful heart inside your chest had stopped beating; he didn’t think about having to drive his knife through your temple to stop your reanimation, because there was no way — no way in hell — he’d be able to leave you like that.

If you were dead, if he was too late, if this…if this was it?

Nothing good ever came without consequence.

Daryl nearly folded — nearly gave in to the fire burning inside his lungs, the reddish-white pulsing around the edges of his darkened vision — but just before the emptiness came, he felt something.

Cold, unmoving, familiar.

His hand wrapped around another.

And he knew in an instant it was you.

The archer pulled you near, your body drifting motionlessly towards him until your back connected against his chest. He could feel the material of the tarp wrapped around your center, having anchored you to the bottom of the pool. He fumbled for just a moment, but managed to unwind the material from around you before gritting his teeth together and pushing off the bottom of the pool with all the force he could muster, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist.

Daryl broke through the surface with a gasp, sputtering for mouthful after mouthful of air, the pressure in his chest finally relenting. He flicked away the hair that’d stuck against his face, swimming as fast as he could to the edge of the pool, dragging you along with him. He managed to grab onto the side, the blistering concrete burning the tips of his fingers.

Your head lolled listlessly against his shoulder, strands of your hair splayed out across your face — you were still…unresponsive…blue.

He tried to hoist you from the pool, but you were dead weight in his arms. “Tara!” he hollered, attempting once more to lift you out — but every time he tried, he’d sink and lose his grasp. “Tara!” he roared, his voice breaking as he swallowed the panic that rose.

Tara ran over a moment later, out of breath and wide-eyed. “Shit — oh shit,” she swore, dropping to her knees and fumbling for you.

“Help — help me get her out!” he snapped, hating the desperation laced around his words as he heaved your body upward.

Tara quickly wound her arms beneath your armpits, holding your head above water as Daryl pulled himself out of the pool in one swift motion. He grabbed hold around your center and, with Tara’s help, finally managed to drag your lifeless body out of the water.

He dropped to his knees beside you, frantically brushing the hair away from your face, careful not to touch the bloody gash across your forehead before leaning down and pressing his ear against the center of your chest, holding his breath.

He heard nothing.

“Fuck,” he growled, intertwining his fingers, ignoring the way they shook.

Tara crouched down on your other side, her hand pressed against her stomach like she was fighting back the urge to be sick. “Daryl, is — is she —”

“Get the car,” he rasped, laying his clasped hands against your middle, right below your sternum. Tara jumped to her feet and took off without another word. “Alright, alright,” he murmured as he began chest compressions.

He wasn’t sure how fast he was supposed to do it, wasn’t sure the strength needed to restart someone’s fucking heart, and wished he’d paid more attention in health class — but he’d flunked, he’d barely even shown up to begin with, and now he’d have to tack that on to his ever-growing list of regrets.

Once Daryl counted to ten, he tilted your head back and pressed his lips against yours, pinching your nose and breathing a long stream of air into your lungs.

Nothing.

He repeated the action.

Nothing.

Again.

Nothing.

Again.

Nothing.

Again.

Nothing.

And over and over and over until his arms ached and his lungs burned and he’d cursed every god damn thing he could think of.

“C’mon, Y/N,” he pleaded, refusing to give up despite the little voice in the back of his head that told him he was too late. “Come back ta’ me.”

Daryl learned down once more, his lips nearly grazing yours when all of the sudden your eyes shot open.

He fell back on his haunches, watching as water began to expel itself from your lungs, spurting from your mouth like a faucet that’d been turned on. “Shit — oh shit!” he swore, grabbing onto your arm and rolling you onto your side, allowing the water to flow easier.

After your coughs finally died down, Daryl grabbed onto either of your arms and pulled you upright — you swayed limply in his grasp, your inhales sounding more like gasps than anything else. “Hey, hey, you’re alright,” he rasped, unsure if he was trying to reassure you or himself.

But when you continued to merely stare straight ahead, eyes wide and vacant, not so much looking at the archer but through him, Daryl felt his heart skip a beat. “Hey, can ya hear me?” he asked, waiting for a response that never came. “C’mon, Y/N, say somethin’,” he pressed, more desperately, giving your body a quick shake like he was hoping to jostle something loose. “Y/N!” he tried again, this time the word coming out in a strangled shout.

His hands fell away from your arms, instead slipping around either side of your neck, cradling your head in his grasp. He quickly brushed away the strands of hair that’d fallen across your face, your skin cold to the touch, your lips still tinged blue.

Daryl’s fingertips trembled as he leaned forward a fraction, his ragged breathing syncing up with yours. He was frantically studying your features, his distraught gaze bouncing back and forth between your absent one when your mouth opened as though you were about to speak.

But no sound came out.

The archer felt the breath he’d been holding rush past his lips — what if something was seriously wrong? What if you’d been down there too long? What if he had been too late?

Except before his thoughts could derail completely, you suddenly lifted your hands, wrapping your fingers weakly around either of his wrists.

Daryl glanced down at your hands, a small huff of relief escaping him, the weight that’d sat on his chest dissipating. He felt his throat clog with an unexpected flood of emotion, his vision going blurry as his eyes met yours — yours, no longer vacant, warm and familiar, a little bit of life filling them with each moment that passed.

You’d come back to him.

The archer’s hands slipped behind your head before he closed the space between you, pressing his forehead carefully against yours and squeezing his eyes shut.

When he pulled back, he noticed your muddled gaze flicker upward, your brow knitting together. You cleared your throat then, cringing like it physically pained you to do so. “You’re —” you paused, your voice raw. “You’re bleeding, D,” you finally managed to croak out.

Daryl’s expression darkened as he glanced up at the cut right below your hairline, his jaw clenching as he unsheathed his hunting knife. “It ain’t mine,” he rasped simply, slicing a long strip of fabric from the bottom of his dampened shirt and balling it in his fist, ringing out some of the water.

He reached forward, pressing the material gingerly against your forehead to stop the blood flow, forcing himself to ignore the way you winced at the contact. He wrapped the makeshift gauze around your head, tying the strip into a knot to keep it in place.

But before he could do anything else, he heard the sound of a car door slamming, followed by Tara’s sudden and panicked shouts.

“They’re coming!” she yelled from across the way, pointing urgently at something behind him.

Daryl didn’t need to look — he already knew.

Without another word, he jumped to his feet, looping his arms beneath your armpits and scooping you off the ground along with him. You teetered once standing, feebly grabbing onto the front of his shirt as you fought for stability.

“I got ya,” the archer rumbled, slinging one of your arms across his shoulders, his grip snaking around your waist as the moans and groans from the dead amplified.

Tara appeared at your opposite side a moment later, wide-eyed and out of breath. “Welcome back, chicka,” he heard her say, shooting you a slightly strained smile before winding your other arm across her shoulders, keeping you upright between them.

Daryl could feel the tension in your body, like you were trying to get your legs working to take some of the pressure off them, but to no avail. They merely half-dragged, half-carried you across the stretch of concrete, leading towards the parking lot where Tara had left the car running, away from the hellish nightmare that’d just taken place.

The archer kept his gaze forward, determination to get you to safety being the sole thought coursing through him.

Once at the car, Tara slipped away, jumping into the driver’s seat as Daryl flung open the back door, maneuvering you inside as carefully and quickly as possible. Following suit, he slid inside and yanked the door shut just before the dead could grab at him. He held onto the back of the driver’s seat as Tara peeled out of the parking lot, tires squealing against the asphalt.

And then it was quiet.

Eerie, almost.

The motel rapidly disappeared from sight as Tara drove out onto the main road, the only sound coming from the gentle roar of the engine and your wheezing breaths beside him.

Daryl’s grip tightened around the seat at the sound.

He could feel your eyes on him then, the sensation prickling the side of his face. He glanced over, the sight of your body curled up against the door causing some of the tension in his frame to melt away. Without a word, he shuffled closer, gently grabbing your arm and re-situating you more comfortably in the backseat.

Your body slumped against him, the little remaining energy you had depleting entirely as the archer reached behind your shoulders, grabbed the seatbelt, and wound it around you, locking it in place.

He fell back against the seat beside you with a huff, staring straight through the windshield as his churning thoughts began to take over, the fear that’d lodged itself like a knot in his stomach tightening.

Nothing good ever came without consequence.

Daryl felt you shift a moment later, closing the small gap he’d purposefully placed between you before leaning your head against his shoulder — he stiffened, though made no move to pull away. He heard your breathing even out, your body resting heavier against him. He chanced a glance down at you, feeling the knot in his gut loosen at the sight of your closed eyes, the warmth seeping back into your features, your steady breaths washing over him, giving him goosebumps.

His throat constricted and he focused ahead once more.

He didn’t look at you again — he couldn’t. He couldn’t face what almost happened, couldn’t think about your cold, lifeless body floating in the abyss, couldn’t process just what in the fuck he would’ve done had he lost you.

Because he loved you.

He’d always loved you.

But he’d been too chicken-shit to tell you, terrified that once those words were out there in the open they would somehow shatter the goodness around him, like the rug would be pulled out from under him and he’d realize that none of it had been real to begin with.

And he couldn’t risk that.

He couldn’t risk losing you.

Daryl exhaled a soft breath, squeezing his eyes shut and gently resting his cheek against the top of your head once he knew you wouldn’t wake. He felt you nestle closer, like you missed him even in your sleep, and he felt something inside him break.

He’d learned at a young age not to trust the things that came easy to him.

But you were different.

You were everything.

Fin.

A/N: AHHHHH we did it! We made it to the end of this story! I'm so glad I was able to get this little bonus scene done for y'all, I hope you enjoyed it, and once again, I'm sorry for the near-year long wait lol if you want to see the full resolution of this story, check out Part 2 linked above :)

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