#this is pretty vile in all honesty but thats the point

[jaylleoo14]

Its not the spooky season anymore 😔 But I dont need it as an excuse to write it!

TW// Dark/gory/horror themes up ahead so tread carefully

I've been thinking, imagine what the characters would be like as serial killers. Who would be a best fit for one? And honestly, I feel like I'm able to write all of them as possible ones, well except for Ortho. Okay and maybe for Silver too but everyone else I think I can make do with it. I think.... I feel like characters that are obvious to fit the role is already generic such as Jade or Leona or Malleus! So i wanted to get more creative and try to expand more on the other characters. It would be fun to write about them though but I want someone who I think would fit the role just as nicely. Riddle and Trey was also a close one but I just really thought there could be someone more fitting. And what better character than to do the secretive man himself, Cater! I love Cater! And the potential he has a killer! Huihuihuihiuhihi Its making me shiver just thinking about it (with excitement) Perhaps I'll make the narrative as if you are looking through his eyes. That would be a fun read, no? Well I'll definitely switch the narrative to you and him but its a fun thought!

One day your boring, depressing, and mundane life gets interjected by Cater, the fun loving and bright barista! Some days you would always find yourself dreading as to why you should even continue. You live in a shitty area and your living situation is a mess, your neighbors are always partying, your boss is always picking on you, you're family situation is complicated, and all your friends seem to have moved on doing their own things in life. Life sucks, why do you have to go through this? You just want to go home already. Recently whenever you come by this super cute cafe this barista is always happily greeting you. "Another rough day?" He asked one day, and ever since that question you both have been making small talk whenever you would come by. He was easy to talk to, very friendly and bright. He was something you looked forward too during your days before and after work. One day when you go by the cafe you don't seem to see Cater around. Instead another worker rings you up instead. Out of curiosity you ask them where Cater was, and to none of their surprise that it was you who asked they simply answer with a "he called in sick." They recognize you as well considering you are a regular patron, one of the many other people who seem to enjoy Caters livelihood. Well you needed it in your life anyways. When you take a drive to your workplace you hear on the radio that two missing reports have been filed just last week, and to add on, just today they found a dead body belonging to one of the missing persons. They've been found brutally handled, the skin of their face peeled off and missing. What a grotesque and horrific way to go out.

A killer has been out on the loose in your city for who knows how long now. Though one thing is for certain, they've been going on for quite sometime now, all the victims going out in the same vindicative way. With their faces taken from them. This killer has been going on for quite some time now, but its just recently that they are starting to make another strike. For how long exactly? Who's to say. One thing for sure though is that you plan to save enough to finally move out of this godforsaken city, your awful apartment, and quit your damn job once you make enough. Despite all these killings going around, a lot of people seem to still go by their normal days just only hoping that they wont be the next unfortunate victim. "I hope Cater's alright" You say to yourself as you turn off the radio. The weather has been getting a lot colder lately, and it has been frequently raining. It would make sense that he'd get sick. Hearing about the reoccurring news causes you to let out a sigh, taking a mental note to be a bit more wary now.

You both don't really delve into each others personal life like that, so you can only hope for the best that he has someone to take care of. However on the way to work your light makes you stop and next to you is a deep alleyway. The day still being freshly new, the weather being a dewy light blueish grey after a slight rain, you dont care to look anywhere around you until a little glare hits your eyes on the side. Without much thought you turn around to see what the cause could be. Perhaps a shiny or passing car? Or perhaps it was just the reflection of someone's skateboard on the nearby sidewalk next to your car, or maybe it was- Oh.

. . . Oh

Your heart drops. You suddenly feel cold and goosebumps arise in you as you slowly flare up and your eyes widen with hyperactivity.

Someone is over there

In the alley way, next to you. Just slightly, are you able to make out a figure hidden under the shadows casted by the surrounding and clustered buildings.

Someone with a dark hoodie to blend in with the shadows, their back slightly angled towards you in the dark.

HONK

A car honks from behind you and you're woken from your trance. Just then though, the person in the alleyway slightly shoots their head towards where the sound of the honking originally came from quickly and for a split second your eyes meet. You hit the gas pedal, quickly speeding off with your heart racing as you pass the streetlight. Your cold clammy hands grips onto the steering wheel as you slightly speed off in a hurry and you bury yourself into your seat as the sound of your engine revs away down the dampened street.

They saw me...... I saw them...... they saw me

Was that? Did I see, the killer?

As he watches you speed off in your car he turns back to his finished business. The bloodied and lifeless corpse in front of him lying in a dirty puddle mixed with gravel and rain water from the earlier light rain. With his bloodied gloved hands, a dark shining glint glossing over it, he brings it to drag his mask down to inhale the dewy freshness of the air and out with a heavy breath.

"Ah, Cay-Cay should've been more careful huh?"

With no response he only laughs to himself a bit, nudging the lifeless corpse with his foot as if it were a ball.

"Oops. Forgot you've kicked the bucket now. Oh well, they didn't see me anyways. I shouldn't worry too much anyways."

"heh, who would've thought It would be (y/n) to see me down here... I guess I'll keep a close eye on them from now justttt in case."

Definitely will expand on this when I have the time and finish my other work, but oh how I cant wait to share! >< This is just a base and loose little draft for me to go off of but I was thinking of something like Cater placing pictures around the victims, pictures of perhaps locations to where he could have put their faces. But regardless, I think it'd be fun to write a really slow burn between you and Cater, a psychological horror experience :3

[thewritersaddictions]

Rick Grimes: Bullet

Pairing: Rick Grimes x fem!reader

pov: Reader

Warnings: 18+, touchy, and feely, gun saftey, learning to shoot a gun, fluff.

Summary: Rick teaches you how to use your pistol, even if he get handsy.

WC- 1.6k

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers

The Walking Dead Master List // The Law Master List

I’d never been really good with a gun. Before the world fell to shit I’d never touched a gun actually. I stayed with my knife, I was good with that and honestly it was less noise and I’d learned the hard way the noise wasn’t the best thing in this new world. I had never thought I’d meet Rick, or hell anybody else in the lonley world we now lived in. I travelled with Rick and his crew for a while, that was not before I got asked those 3 very important questions. I guess in the beginning it was rather important to Rick that the people he let into his inner crew were good hearted people. 

So he asked his 3 questions “How many walkes have you killed? How many people have you killed? Why?” I answered with honestly and I think thats the only thing that allowed me in. My whole hearted honesty. Now here we were in Alexandria, in these fortress walls. Protecting us from the outside world that had made us so cruel and vile to a human mistake. Alexandria had it right keeping our weapons on us was just making us fearful that something could go terrible wrong. 

I sit on one of the many bench that are placed around our small town. I stare down at the knife, blanacing it on one fingers and twirling it around. I wonder a question that many of the crew had asked before hand. “Why don’t you use a gun?” I had been asked. By Carol, Carl, and so many more. I never gave an answer I just shrugged. I was just so struck by the odd feeling I wasn’t doing enough to ever give a truthful answer. I looked around the beautiful area of Alexandria and realized very quickly just how much I was truly scared of leaving though tough exterior walls. 

“You alright Y/n?” I looked up, and there was Rick. A bright smile that had grown to be perfect for his peppered white beard. Even though we had made it to safety he kept that beard, it gave him a fansatical older, and sexier look ontop of his heroic and tall stature That he already possessed. “Yeah, I’m doing fine Rick.” I answered. I looked back down at the knife. It was nothing short from spcaiel. A gift from my grandfather. The last thing I remember getting before my family very quickly threw me out of there 3 ringed circus. I felt the slighted shift of the bench. Rick was sitting down next to me. Our knees just slightly touching. I could feel his eyes on me. 

Not judging me just learning my expression. “You’re looking pretty intently at this knife you’ve got” Ricked said pointing out my fiddling fingers. We sat in silence for a moment, before I felt the bench give and then Rick’s knee was gone. Before he left “You know where to find me if you want to talk about whatever is rolling through that mind of yours.” He said and then he was gone. 

I sat there for the rest of day. The sun set, and the night skies came all just for it to lead me right to Ricks door. I stood there and waited for to long that the fact that I didn’t even knock and he still was there opening the door. “I see you came to me” He said with that soft grinning smile. I shook my head. “Why don’t you come inside and we can talk over a cup of coffee.” Rick offered me. It wasn’t to short that I was sitting down at the bar of Ricks kitchen with a coffee cup filled tothe brim. He stared at me from across the island. “Well I’d speak first but you’ll have to tell me what we’re talking about.” Rick commented. Without a single moment of fault I blurted “I don’t know how to shoot, or honestly how to use a gun alright.” I answered. I looked down at the coffee cup the dark liquid gave a perfect reflection of my sad face, a pitiful one filled with regret of not learning all they could. 

“You mean you’ve never shot a gun before? Before all of this zombie shit happned?” He questioned me. I shook my head still looking down atthe cup of coffee. “No I never got the chance.” “Do you remember those questions you asked me so many months ago?” I questioned him. He shook his head and sipped at his coffee. 

His brows frowned inward and he gave me a sympathetic look. “I’d never killed anything beyond the zombies. I did it all with that knife” I said, finally sipping at my coffee. Something told me that the look Rick was giving me I was going to get into some sort of trouble. Rick stopped leaning and took his stride towards me. 

“How about I’ll teach you how to shoot and properly use a gun.” Rick said his back now leaning up agasint the island so close to me. “When?” I asked briskly. The words fumbling out of my mouth. “You seem egar to learn. Or eager for something else.” He said “Why don’t we started tomorrow.” He said matter of factly. I only hummer in response as I caved into my wants. 

Time with Rick sounds lovely, and honestly I may have some resided feelings about him. They all saved me, but Rick was the one. He was the only one that looked at me like I wasn;t a threat, like I was real. “Now you better get home, we’ve got work to do tomorrow sweetheart.” Rick said. The nickname rolling off of his lips and down my spine making me shudder as I set the coffee cup down. 

The next day when I arrived at Ricks door. And there he was dressed in his jeans and that button up shirt. “Are you ready?” He asked as he closed the door behind him. I could see his handgun on his hip that way it took stance over his whole body. I stood staring his frame, the board shoulders and striking blue eyes. “You might wanna pick out a gun when we get to the amrory.” Rick said to me. “Yeah I’m ready.” I finally answered. He laughed not a deep one, but one that wasn’t something I had ever heard before. 

When we got to the amror I picked out what Rick thought would be best for me as a first time shooter. “Why don’t we just go with a normla pisol gun.” Rick had suggested. He stood next to me as I looked at the small army collection of guns we had required over the past few months. “Here” He said pointing down at one small pistol. His hand was so close to my own, grazing over the top of my skin. 

We didn’t have a reserved place to shoot since the guns were loud, but the unreserved house was the best place we could find. Rick had set up a few bottles, and a few other types of targets. “So here’s what I’ll tell you, I’ll show you what to do and we’ll start from there.” Rick said. I just hummed and kept my eyes trained on him. His drew his pistol, keeping it level with the target and then the crack of the the bullet went off and it hit the target dead center. He urned and looked at me. “Holy shit, Rick.” I said not being able to get my words to stay behind my lips. He laughed, and put his gun back in it holster. “Why don’t you try now.” He said moving, before grabbing me by my wasit and moving me infront of him. His fingers squeezed gentle as he moved me across the floor with ease. 

“Now pick up your gun.” He said softly, almost whispering right into my ear. I shuddered, and picked the gun up from the table. The cold metal was a different touch from the hot way my skin felt from Rick touching and squeezing me. I brought the gun up to my eye level and tried to steady my hand. I felt Rick’s hand move. Towards my wrist and up my hand. His touch was so delicate. “Don’t worry, you’ll do wonderful. Y/n.” Rick said as he moved my fingers into the trigger spot. I took a deep breathe. Letting my breathe fill my already wavering lungs. “Take your shot, love.” He said. 

I took my shot, and I let the crack agasint the smooth air go. I closed my eyes not wanting to know if it hit or not. But then I heard the glass bottles breaking and I opened my eyes. I still felt Ricks hands on me, but nothing was stronger then the urge of excitement I felt as I looked at the shattered glass on the ground. “Good job.” Rick said to me as he let go of my even just slightly. “Are you sure you weren’t lying about how much you didn’t know how to shot a gun?” He said twirling me around in his arms. “A lucky first shot.” I said weary. A raised brow and he slipped his gun from his holster yet again and kept me looking at him, his eyes not moving from the target. My cheeks rose with heat, and yet the way Rick looked at me I couldn’t get out of my mind. This went on for a while. Well at least till Rick said we’d wasted enough bullets for one evening.  That feeling  of his eyes trained on me, the way his hands felt grasping at my waist, and skin. Rick was a tease and he knew it, the way he glided me across the floor like it didn’t matter to him that I weighed anything.

Completed on: 09/21/22

Posted on: 09/21/22

The Law-

[0n3-h4lv3]

10:17pm 9/7/18

FUCK yall. Heres some things that *i* have 2 say. @ morgan : i love u so much !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U literally deserve every good thing in this entire world. You are so loving and bubbly and positive that it is Infuriating to me that you have to face any hardship whatsoever. You dont deserve that, but you are strong enough to push through it and to make the most of any bad situation, and im SO excited for your future and the amazing things you will accomolish. Youve been my best bud for like ??????? 12 years almost ??????? How badass is that !!!!!!! U are the one bitch on this planet that i truly can tell everything. Nothing on this blog would suprise ir shock u, like a bitch knows whats up bc. God i rlly truly can 100 percent relax in ur company. SOMETIMES i still worry abt dumb shit but then i tell u anyway and it works out ok. Im mad greatful for that. Even with my other besties, i think id go mad without u and our friendship. I dont always send u the most responsive texts, but i DO think abt u every day and i LOVE u 2 bits and bits and bits. I wanna have sleepovers again. And tell bad stories abt marvel and folklore characters in the dark until we pass out laughing at eachother. I miss being kids. I dont think there was a point in my life so far where i have Truly been blissful or care free, i wasnt built that way, but memmories of u and me playing and creating and laughing together are truly the happiest i have. If not for you I would have killed myself three years ago in my bedroom after school, that day that i couldnt stop crying ? I went home and i tore at my shirt and i screamed and sobbed and slammed my head into the floor, lamenting how unlovable i was, but i really did have something that kept me from giving up, and it was you! I know thats heavy, which is why im putting it here and not actually telling you, but even though liv was my big fp at the time, you were rlly my reason to live. I just pray that i can do something meaningful for you, to repay you for being there for me before i die.

Finny! : BUD!!!! Ur actually. An angel but irl. Like sometimes i see you and stop breathing for a second. And im not even talking abt that ur like hot or whatever, its like. Gosh, finn you just have this presence ? And you are simultaniously so forgiving and understanding while taking Absolutely no shit and i respect that hard. Its like rlly hard to be uncomfortable in your presence. I still manage to sometimes, because god made me and was like "yeah this bitch will never see rest of any form", but like compared to the discomfort i feel around Most people, the discomfort i sometimes feel around you is WAY less and very warm asfjgja. I wish i got more hugs from you, i know thats like Mad stupid, but theyre. Validating and wonderful and they mean a lot and feel rlly good so more of those would be cool. I miss laying w u on the couch and watchin horror movies !! I know that was just like a month ago and its not like we cant do it again, but with how busy we are and how busy Everything is im very scared that we actually wont get to, or that u dont want to. Anyway im rambling, but u DO mean the world to me, and im so so sorry if im too much or overbearing. I dont know if you know how much you mean to me ? If youre on this blog you have an idea but i dont think these posts actually paint it accurately. For the past 10 or so years ive had a pattern of latching on to people, one at a time, and putting "all my eggs in one basket" so to say. It can be a best friend, or romantic interest, or both. But regardless ! This person directly and immediately impacts my emotional state. And rn its you !!! Which sucks a LOT. Bc even outside of my shitty "favorite person" thing, you are very important to me, and your friendship is so important to me. But i havent figured out how to negate or counter the whole fp experience, and so whenever u do anything... that i could interpret as disinterest or disgust or like anything negative, it has a 50/50 chance if sending me into a panic, sometimes a full fledged anxiety attack ! And whenever you show interest or affection or anything positive, it beyond makes my day. And thats. Like weird ? And it sucks even more for you, because if you realized how strongly just the tiniest thing can fuck me up, you wouldnt even want to talk 2 me. You would distance yourself to save urself from the stress and me from the whatever this is. But i know that my brain would just pick someone else as soon as you abandon me, so i have to just keep in my head and to myself until the fp thing moves on, or u abandon me anyway, or whatever. Bc i dont want to lose our friendship. And its ok !! But it makes our friendship more complicated on my end. I unintentionally put so much stock into how u percieve me, and so you not wanting to date me for suoer valid reasons still tears at my heart a lot. Like somethings wrong with me or you dont rlly love me or whatever even tho thats not necissarily the case. Anyway. Ill be ok. I rlly will, this is something i just need to man up about and push through ! Thank u for being such a cool friend :).

MADI !!!: UGH bitch. I do love u. Im sorry im late every time u pick me up in the morning and that i complain so goddamn much. I know its unbecoming but in my defense im feeling pretty rock bottom these days and u r like a cute little ray of sunshine that drinjs too much coffee. You are so. Beautiful okay ? That sounds like bullshit cuz im ur best friend and all. But this is honesty hour. See what i wrote to finn and mj ?? Im not fucking around. Im laying it all bare. This is the post yall will find AFTER i kill myself, so im not gonna LIE to u in it. Could u imagine ??? Anyway point is: you are so beautiful, and you are complex and interesting and Capable okay ? Like ur not a background character or basic or none of that. U feel like u are, and u say ur not pretty or whatever, and its like. The dumbest shit bc if u could only see what Every One Else was getting to look at ? U wouldnt recognize urself. Also. U have an INSANELY kind heart. I cant believe u were ok with me fucking your boyfriend. I cant believe you put up with my drama. You buy me coffee ? You go out 2 lunch with me ?? You seem to take genuine interest in me, and like my company !! Its bananas girl. I dont know how i can be so vile and low and selfish and you still stay by me. I dont believe i deserve it, but ur kinda adimant abt remaining my best friend, so hopefully ill have time to become a better person for you, and 2 return the favor. I love u mads. Like, big time. Ur a rock and roll girl and id do anythin 4 ya <3

Myla !! : buddy. Oh my god. A lot of people r likr "ohh im chaotic good" or "wow shes got such chaotic energy" and its MAD bullshit. But real talk ??? U like... do have such powerful chaotic good energy. Ilysm. Ur smile is Contagious. Actually just seeing u at school makes me smile. Ur company and friendship is such a blessing. ALSO lmao ur so ??? Like coy ?? And cheeky ???? Its mad fun, ur just like a very silly very lovely bud. I know you are Also very depressed and hurting. And i hate that so much. You dont deserve it. Nothing about you has earned it, but like depression doesnt care who earns what ya know ? Anyway ur strong. Likr 4 real, and i want u to know that you can SO overcome it, and u have such a bright future okay ?? I love you ! I KNOW finny loves you! I dont know ur parents that well but they'd be BATSHIT to not totally love you. Having you in my life is like a blessing, and i rlly rlly rlly hope i can repay the good energy some day okay ? I know u dont like talking abt how ur feeling, but if u ever want to, or u think of ANYTHING i can do to help, tell me asap okay ? Bc i will not hesitate to be there 4 u, no matter how big or small.

OKAY @ all of you !!! :

I LOVE YOU MORE THAN WORDS CAN SAY !!! IM *SO* GREATFUL YOU ARE ALL IN MY LIFE !!! Literally i cant. Express how important you all are. Im crying and i would Literally die for any one of you. That sounds like a silly thing but it would be. An honor to actually lay down my life for the sake of any of u guys, tho im not sure how the situation would arise lol. I feel like i owe y'all so much. I also know that if i am going to get better, i cant do it alone, and i might end up asking more from u guys :(. I hate that, but im hoping you can understand and allow me to return the favor somehow someday.