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obey-only-me · 3 years

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Sibling Rivalry By: Akuzondelivery

Warnings // vanilla sex, threesome, oral sex, Levi x MC x Mammon

It was a Saturday, and the usual trio sat in Levi’s room playing games and reading the latest manga magazine release. Levi and Mammon had been going round after round in the fighting game, Levi always ending victoriously. Mammon was getting better and better each time though.

You rooted for them both while you thumbed through the magazine Levi had bought just for you.

“Dammit! I was so close that time!” Mammon shouted as he threw his controller down.

“Loool! You wish!”

“Nah he was close! You have my respect Mammon.”

“At least you see my growth MC.”

“Anyone who get close to beating Levi has skill.”

“I...have skills too...” Levi poured.

“Well duh, you’re the top of the top!”

The two brothers looked at each other a moment.

“So...which of us is better?” They seemed to both say at the same time.

“Huh?”

The two stared at you with serious, intense expressions. You were completely caught off guard by the friendly atmosphere suddenly turning tense.

“Wh-what kind of question is that?”

“C’mon! You’ve been with us both. Tell this gross otaku I’m the best.”

“Mammon!” The heat in your face showed how flustered you were.

“Ha! You wish Mammon. No scumbag could be better than me...right? MC?”

Again they both intently stared at you, looking for your verdict.

“Th-thats between me and you both! And you’re both good at...different things.” You couldn’t believe you were even humoring them this much. What a strange sibling rivalry.

“Grrrr, that’s not good enough for me. Now I’m real frustrated.” Mammon crossed his arms and poured.

“Well it’s not something you can compare at different times...” Levi mused.

“Should we try at the same time then?” You chuckled. Putting your magazine aside but couldn’t bring yourself to meet their gazes. Unsure of how they’d react to your “joke”.

“Yeah I guess we could do that...”

Your head snapped up as you heard Mammon accept the idea.

“If it means proving im at least better than Mammon...” Levi’s envy was guiding itself as pride.

“R-really!?”

The three of you moved to Mammon’s room; there was no way the three of you could use Levi’s tub and your bed wasn’t big enough for what they wanted to do. Sitting on the bed, you looked up at the two competing demons as they shed their shirts. Mammon threw his shirt to the side and sat beside you. Kissing your cheek as one of his arms pulled your closer by your shoulder.

Levi sat on the other side of you, hand rubbing down your thigh as he stole your lips from Mammon. They were already fighting over you. Mammon hissed as he moved to your neck. Leaving little bites and marks along his way. He knew how much you loved being painted with love bites.

Levi occupied your mouth, only letting a few of your labored moans out. Slowly they crept their hands below your clothing. Levi slipped you free of everything, including your underwear and leaving you exposed. Mammon smoothly ran his hands up your chest, moving to sit behind you, and slipping your shirt free. With his hands roughly kneading at your chest, Mammon let out a haughty laugh.

“You look so cute like this MC...” his fingers found your hardened peaks, pinching roughly to make you jump.

“Mmn!!”

Levi knelt between your legs, pushing your knees apart. Your sex was already begging for contact. A bright flush ran across his cheeks. We’re you really enjoying this that much? So soon?

“Levi-! Haa!”

Levi couldn’t resist taking a long lick across your heated body. Finding that bundle of nerves he was all too familiar with, Levi sucked and teased you.

“How is it MC?”

Mammon was being extra talkative. He wanted to know who and what made you feel the best.

“Rough. You’re so rough.” Mammon eased his pressure a moment before he heard you continue. “I love how good you are.” Immediately he went back to rolling and pulling your peaks. Kissing you deeply to keep you to himself.

Levi was beginning to lose confidence as your moaning became quieter. Hesitantly pulling away, he stopped when your thighs squeezed against his face.

“Don’t stop Levi...please.”

The little begging tone brought Levi back to himself and began indulging to his hearts content. Loving the taste of you as much as you loved the feel of him.

With both of them playing with you at once you felt yourself building up. Your thighs squeezed harder around Levi’s face, and your kisses with Mammon got wetter and hotter. Mammon’s cock was beginning to graze your back as his hips moved involuntarily. You could only imagine how Levi was faring.

Really, he had already been pumping his shaft in excitement. Teasing your entrance he moaned against your skin as Levi thought of being inside you. Stretching you out and hearing you moan just for him. He would make sure you moaned louder for him than Mammon.

“MC, flip over.”

Following Mammon’s command, Levi pulled away so you could reposition. Now your hips were over the edge of the bed, the perfect view of your tempting entrance. Mammon sat on his bed with your face now in his lap.

“Open up...good MC.”

The flush across his face showed how much he was enjoying the sight of you lowering your mouth around him. Bobbing your head, the moaning from Levi’s ministrations vibrated around him. Mammon cursed under his breath.

Growing needier, Levi’s cock began pearling with precum. Though Mammon was the one being pleasured, Levi could taste how much more aroused you were. Thinking he’d been one upped, the otaku stood to move himself more on the mattress.

“MC, I’m going to make you feel even better.” You heard his whisper just before the tip of his cock pressed into you. Slowly he stretched and filled you with his length. The grunt behind you told you when he was finally fully inserted into your tight warmth.

You moved from around Mammon’s cock, saliva trailing from your lips. The two demons loved the sounds you made when you were penetrated. The whines and whimpers made them both harder. Replacing your lips with your hand, Mammon guided your wrist over his member.

“I want to hear ya moan. Just use your hand MC. I’ll let ya drink my load down...”

“Mammon!” You felt a little embarrassed, he loved knowing how much you loved his cum.

“Hmph. I’ll make them cum twice before you get a chance to make them moan like this.” Levi grunted in a challenge. His hips snapping faster and harder. “MC you feel so good around me. I want to go even deeper.”

“Fuck. I’m close, MC open your mouth.”

Mammon used your hand to quickly pump his cock, milking himself into your open lips. His loud sighs and groans filled your ears as you swallowed what you could.

The lewd slapping behind you grew louder as Levi also reached his limit.

“I’m going to cum so deep inside you MC. I know how you love being filled up.”

You felt the heat in your core begin to unravel. Levi had been pressing against your favorite spot the whole time.

“Levi!” You moaned as you felt his warm seed fill you up. The pressure inside you helped ease you over the edge into your own strong orgasm.

The three of you paused to catch your breath before you felt both of them separate from you. As your heavy panting slowed, you saw Levi was now in front of you; and Mammon behind you, holding your hips.

“Alright, my turn. Get ready to cum even harder MC.”

“Pffft. MC...touch me too?”

Still in a blissful haze, you carefully stroked his cum covered member. The slick feeling on your fingers helped you move your hand faster. Levi’s moaning was shaky and breathy, having just came himself he was feeling extra sensitive. Seeing you ease his cock down your throat mesmerized him as he moaned lowly.

Mammon rubbed his cock around your used entrance, slicking himself up and enter you roughly. His girthy length drilled into the same spot Levi had been hitting before.

“MC you’re still so tight. Didn’t Levi stretch you out enough?” Mammon grinned as he cockily commented.

“Shut up Mammon. I made them cum faster than you will.”

The two bickered a moment, drowning out your moaning. Both of their hips were moving on their own, moving faster as the bickering continued. Growing tired of their careless thrusting you tightened your lips and your walls around their cocks to finally stop them.

Both twitching from the sudden pressure, they suddenly remembered that you were being used so roughly. But without giving an apology they continued to carefully move in and out of you.

“MC. How does it feel?” This time Levi asked.

“Good...so good.” Your voice was slightly raspy from sucking him down so far down your throat. “Levi you taste so good. And Mammon, you’re hitting so deep. I might cum again.”

At that, the demon behind you snapped his hips faster, building your tight coil in your stomach again. You could feel Levi twitching in your mouth as well.

“Cum MC; Cum around me inside you.”

Your muffled moans were your only response as you continued to suck on Levi’s cock. Though he was hitting the same spot as Levi, Mammon filled you in a different way. And the coil you felt was ready to burst.

“MC...MC...” Levi chanted your name now that you were back to licking and harshly sucking his tip.

After a few more thrusts, Mammon felt himself release unexpectedly after your tight walls clenched around him. The fullness added to what had filled you before left no room for more. Spilling out and around his cock. That was enough to finally make you orgasm spring, body spawning and trembling.

“Fuck.”

Levi wasn’t far behind, holding your hair out of the way as he thrusted into your mouth through his orgasm. The small trail of cum slipping from your lips left him a gasping mess.

Heavy panting and whines filled the room as you three stilled for a few moments. No one had the energy to move.

“So...who was better?” Mammon asked, determined to somehow “win” this contest.

“Don’t ask that now stupid. I made them cum the fastest still so...I win.”

“No way, ya just got lucky because you went first.”

“Fine. Let’s keep going until MC can choose a winner then.”

“Wh-what!? Wait!”

A winner wouldn’t be declared tonight, but the two demons who loved you so much were too caught up in their rivalry to care.

#obey me #mammon #leviathan #+18

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ddeonghwaya · 3 years

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ur seonghwa is great but u shouldn't waste ur time on people who don't know how to play their muses (like for example munnie & many others in here)... all the lovey dovey behavior between hongjoon and seonghwa creeps me out... it's just so annoying, they're suppose to be friends not a couple, everyone just makes them gay... but bluberryhong shouldn't waste their time on munnie either... i like their portray as well, even they make hongjoon all soft gay... but perhaps you two should choose your rp partners better in future loool

Honestly, all I can say is if it bothers you so much, you can block us and move on with your life. Why would you waste your time sending a message like this and try to insult my friends? Especially if you're going to be a coward and remain anonymous.

If we want to write Seonghwa and Hongjoong (there is a g at the end, since you care sooooo much about portrayal here) as a ship, we can do whatever we want. We aren't claiming to be the real people and your comments/insults aren't going to stop us. Did you really think your message was going to change anything??? Get off your high horse and show your face if you want to say something.

Oh. And leave Munnie alone. She has never claimed her San to be like the real one so she can do whatever she wants too.

Maybe in the future, you should choose to keep your opinions to yourself and get a life.

Tl;dr Get lost. We will write however we want, whatever we want, and with whoever we want.

#OOC #Literally where did this loser come from?????

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pikemoreno · 4 years

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can i request nr. 2 from the fluff prompt list with our beloved agent teddy bear, uhm, i mean marcus pike sorry 🤷‍♀️

character: marcus pike

prompt: “Oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?”

warnings: uhh i didn’t edit this very well? none whatsoever honestly

word count: ~650

a/n: loool honest mistake, lovely. this is the most pike prompt i’ve ever seen

*** It was too early for this. 7:30am on a Saturday morning after an incredibly long night and now the bed was moving from where Marcus was getting up to get ready for work. On, that’s right, a Saturday. You lightly took hold of his forearm as he moved to get up, mumbling into your pillow, eyes still closed.

“No,” you added about four extra “o’s” to the word, “Come back.”

“Wish I could.” He leaned over to kiss your hair. You opened your eyes now, they were narrowed in mock-annoyance.

“It’s Saturday. Work is illegal on Saturdays.” He thought about that for a moment as he stood.

“Well, if you haven’t noticed, my work kinda revolves around illegalities.” You sat up quickly, pointing a finger at him.

“That was way too clever for 7:30 in the morning,” you stood up, “Fine, you got me there. Still doesn’t mean you should be working today and not staying here… With me.” You gave an overly exaggerated pout as you watched him get ready from the doorframe of the master bathroom.

“Believe me, I wish I didn’t have to either, but,” he deepened his voice, directing an impression of what you guessed was supposed to be a superhero your way, “Art theft never takes a day off.” You doubled over in laughter and he looked on fondly.

“That was terrible.”

“Yeah, that was really bad,” he visibly cringed at himself.

“Cute, though,” you mused, walking over to wrap your arms around him from behind. You looked at the both of you in the mirror. Today’s operation had Marcus undercover as a client meeting a corrupt buyer for brunch. His usual business attire was set aside in favor of civilian’s clothing: a grey-ish green flannel with sleeves pushed up past his elbows, dark wash skinny jeans, and brown boots.

Not his usual idea of a casual look, but he looked damn fine like this and you would not hesitate to tell him so. You gently kissed his back and let go to make your way back to the bedroom. As if you thought the look couldn’t get better, he added a brown leather jacket to the ensemble, as well as a handgun tucked inconspicuously beneath it-- just in case. Something about all of that in combination set you off.

“Oh god,” you groaned, leaning back against the wall. He turned at the sound and laughed,

“What’s wrong with you now?”

“How can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?”

“What?” he asked incredulously, walking over to you.

“You were making all those cute, dumb jokes and now you look like that.” He was directly in front of you now, hands going to your waist. “And now I really wish you weren’t gonna be out today,” your hand rested on his chest. He hummed in response, moving until your bodies were pressed against each other.

“Guess I should get this guy quick, hmm?” he only had to whisper for you to hear it at this distance. You shivered a little.

“That’s probably for the best,” you whispered back with a grin. He instantly took your face in his hands and closed the remaining distance between you in a heated kiss. Memories of the night before flooded back, along with the thought of just how much you’d like to do that again. Damned art squad.

You couldn’t help the frustrated groan that escaped your lips when he so rudely ended the kiss.

“You’re not making this easy, are you?” he groaned too as your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Nope,” you laughed, pressing another, quicker kiss to his lips. “Alright, you’re gonna be late now. Go save some art, Agent. I’ll be right here when you get back.” His jaw tightened at the suggestion. He left you with one last lingering kiss, before nearly bolting to the front door.

“Quickest takedown ever!” he promised you as he left.

#marcus pike x reader #bri writes #Anonymous #thanks for giving me social interaction

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crossbows-and-moonshine · 4 years

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Screaming Salvation (Part one)

[[ The rest of this author note is from when I wrote it, but this is me now. Here’s the first chap of the gift I promised. Please remember there will only be 5 chapters and as of now, I have no idea when I’ll go back to finish this.]]

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So this one will end up being AU. Focused heavily and my OC and Daryl rather than everyone else. Not much else to say, no idea where the fuck I’m going with this as usual loool Set before the group gets to Alexandria.

Name of the fic is inspired by a song. The Two Tongues by As It Is.

When I think of him there's comfort in the cold

He gives me solace when I offer him control

Her voice so beautiful will find me and explain

That life is agony but worth it all the same

I've been to hell and back

I've been living in between

Where the sky is always grey

And the grass is ever green

No I'm not sure I'm right

But I'm not sure I'm wrong

I'm just desperate to belong

Her voice like a sunrise

His voice like temptation

She sings to me softly

He's screaming salvation

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The sounds of boots slapping the damp mud in the forest, mixed with her own heavy breathing, were the only sounds in Rosalie's ears. Blaring like an alarm, letting her know exactly just how much she was in danger. And to put it lightly, she was fucked. She dodged and weaved the trees like a bat out of hell, eyes fixed on the break in the trees in front of her. The weight wrapped around her middle was weighing on her heavily, not just physically, but mentally. With each step it was as if she could feel just how heavy the burden placed on her shoulders really was. Like being put to the test, and she really fucking hated it. She had to get out of here, she fucking had to. She could still hear the men back further in the forest, not giving up the unrelenting chase of the young girl. Despite the fact her boots felt like they were filling with blood from her torn up feet, she didn't slow down. She was a lone survivor. Well maybe not completely alone, but she didn't exactly have anyone to have her back. She knew better than that by now. She’d been alone for years now. But the weight of having something else to keep alive, something to keep safe, it was a hard pill to swallow, especially when said thing was making life that much more difficult.

The cut on her arm stung like a bitch as it bled everywhere, the warm crimson liquid dripping down her arm. She had a fleeting thought that it was creating quite an inviting trail for the dead ones to track her with and have a nice meal, or even the assholes who were after her. She knew it'd need stitches and could only pray to a God that clearly either didn't exist or give a shit, that it wouldn't get infected. At this point, so far past the turn, finding antibiotics was a rare fucking thing. Her lungs burned deep in her chest from her violently sucking in air and heaving it out. She could only focus on getting far away. She knew she'd put a good distance between her and the assholes chasing her, being small and nimble had its perks. But she knew they were still chasing her, and she wondered with a dark feeling if they’d ever even stop.

She broke out of the tree line, but what should have felt like a small victory rapidly turned on its head as she was faced with a large group of survivors just a few feet away in the road. It felt like a fraction of a second before all weapons were trained on her, and she drew her machete with a shaky weak arm, the other curling protectively around the thickly wrapped sheet around her middle. Her eyes were wild. Fear and desperation clear as day in them. A girl who had seen way too much shit for her age. Twenty...something. She was twenty one when the world fell apart and she’d lost track of how much time had passed since then. She really wasn't sure anymore, she didn’t give a shit. None of it mattered anymore. The only thing that did matter was staying alive. Age had no purpose in the new world because no matter the number, your life could end swiftly from the dead or the living. It didn't matter if you were 5 or 82.

Her wide haunted eyes rapidly flit around, taking in the threats as she was assessing them. A man with shaggy hair and a beard, holding a revolver. A dirty man with a crossbow and a scowl that would make Satan shit himself. A black woman with swords, a young boy with a gun. There were more, but her fatigue was making it hard to even decipher them, her stance wavering as she fought hard not to collapse. She wondered if they were part of the group chasing her, but despite the fact they looked worn down and like they'd been dragged through hell and back, they didn't seem like it. They didn't give off the extremely dark vibe that the others had. The others, although clearly living and breathing humans, were more animal than man, and those were the kind you really needed to stay away from.

“I don't want any trouble,” her firm yet scared voice sounded foreign to herself, rough and scratchy from not using it for so long and from not having had a drink. She couldn't remember the last time she had a drink. She often went without these days. There was something much more important that needed it. The others squinted at her, and the man with the revolver cocked his head. She couldn’t hide from his eyes that looked like maybe he'd lost his marbles just a little bit. She couldn't really blame him, she had that same look in her own eyes. The one that said she had seen the darkest depths of hell, that said she was desperate and would do anything for survival. It was tense, none of them wavering as if waiting for the other shoe to drop. And then, the bundle wrapped securely around her moved and a small cry came from it. The survivor's eyes widened just a fraction, glancing at each other before back to her. A sound of a baby so strange to them, despite the fact they had one of their own. Some of them wavered their weapons a little, as if the idea of hurting someone with a baby wasn't something they could stomach. If they shot her, they could hit the baby, or the baby would get crushed when she fell like a sack of crap.

Rosalie swallowed thickly and took a shaky step back, her weapon still raised as she tried to see if they would put a damn bullet in her back the second she turned. Her hand held the baby's head protectively as she glanced down, shushing the baby in a low soothing tone. The man with the revolver slowly lowered his weapon, and most of the others followed suit. He was either the leader or they just trusted his judgement, Rosalie mused. He looked almost pained as he glanced at the wiggling bundle attached to the woman, the woman who seemed too haunted. The thought of one girl, one person on their own having to survive with a baby, made the man's blood run cold. He knew how hard it was and he wasn't ever alone anymore. He had his group, his family to have his back. To know that if anything did happen to him, the baby would be safe and protected still. And this girl, with the desperate look in her eyes that he knew all too well, she didn't have that luxury.

She exhaled a shaky breath and was about to leave, but that would be way too easy for the unfortunate events that made up her life. Nothing was ever easy in Rosalie's life. From the moment she was born with the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck to her mother dying in childbirth, it only went downhill after that with her evil father shifting the blame onto the innocent child. Her life was one shitty thing after another, and the new world did nothing to change that fact. If anything, it made it much much worse.

The three vile men suddenly appeared out of the trees. It was as if they had somehow not noticed the large group of survivors not too far away, or maybe they were too stupid to care, their eyes on the prize as it were. She thought it was a combination of both. As deranged as these men were, they really weren't too clever or aware of their surroundings. It was how she managed to get away in the first place.

Rosalie's eyes widened in terror and took a step back, a low feral sounding growl erupting from her lips as she held her machete up, looking more alert than she did seconds before. She looked like a wild animal ready to attack, to fight for its life and do whatever it took to survive. It was a look that didn't match up with her almost angelic pretty face and tiny petite frame.

“Now now kitten, that wasn't very nice to leave us like that,” the man with long straggly hair sneered. He was thin and sickly looking, a wild gleam in his eye. The man to his left, far too fat for this world and Rosalie wondered how the fuck he’d managed that one, laughed loudly.

“Forget the girl, I want the baby,” the balding man to the right side gleefully stated. The words polluted the air and caused the group to gasp, shocked from the other survivors who were watching, weapons drawn and appalled faces. Because no matter the horrors you found in this world, something always came along to outdo it.

With no hesitation, when those vile vile words left the man's lips and then left them distracted by the other group, a loud snarl left Rosalie as she dove at the man, swiping her machete with a force that looked unreal for her small weak frame. The blade sliced cleanly through the man's neck, almost severing his head. And with a sudden flurry of movement and noise, the leader hit the floor like a tonne of bricks, a bullet right through the temple, as the man to his left got a bolt right in the eye and fell next to him.

Rosalie's head whipped to the others, seemingly shocked that anyone had even bothered to help her or the child. Did good people exist anymore? She really gave up that hope a long fucking time ago. She stopped expecting the best of people before the world went to shit and it only went downhill after. The thick silence filled the air and she blinked wearily at them. Fatigue was setting into her bones but she needed to go. She needed to find somewhere to hole up for the night, to find safety for the little thing attached to her that had seemingly taken over her life, the fierce need to protect. She turned her back, feeling like they wouldn't hurt her. Why bother helping if they'd just kill her? She started stalking away, wincing at the pain in her feet.

“Wait!” the voice rang out in the tense air and stopped her in her tracks, making her turn cautiously, half expecting a gun trained on her. But instead, she found the revolver man who had taken a few strides towards her. She narrowed her gaze distrustfully at him. In response he held his hands up, giving her a weird look, like he was looking at a scared animal and he didn't want to spook it.

“You should come with us, ain’t safe out here on your own, not with a baby,” his words were soothing, like he'd done this all too many times before. Diplomatic and calming. She was good at reading people and she wondered if he was some kind of law enforcement before the shit hit the fan. She'd had enough experience with police in her past to know one when she heard one. Rosalie chewed the inside of her cheek as her eyes flit to the others watching carefully behind him. Although no weapons were pointed at her, she could sense their readiness to do so if needed.

“They won't hurt you, we’re good people,” he said softly, as if he could sense her apprehension. He didn't really blame her for feeling that way, especially not after what they had just witnessed. It painfully reminded him of the other group he came across when one of his own had returned to him. The Claimers. The one slimy fuck that had his eye on his son, the one who ended up with his entrails all over the floor.

She didn't like this. She didn't like people and she didn't want to be part of another group just so they could fucking die around her like the last one all those years ago, not long after the dead started walking and got a penchant for eating people. She already had enough on her plate looking after the kid. She didn’t need feelings or attachments, nothing of the sort. One was more than enough. That shit was what got you killed out here. She didn't say a word, turning around and carrying on walking. The man's shoulders slumped a little, the idea of letting her and the baby walk away to an almost certain death not sitting right with him.

“We have a baby too...We have formula...if you need any. We look out for our own. You come with us, we can make sure the baby is safe,” Just as he hoped, the woman stilled again, but didn't turn to him this time. He could see her clench her fist a little, the one with no weapon. He also noticed the gash on her arm that looked like a defensive wound. It was dangerous to have a wound like that these days, and he doubted she could sew it up herself.

“Someone can help with your arm, sew it up. Won't be much use to your baby if you die from infection or blood loss,” he prodded, knowing the girl clearly cared about the baby and trying to coax her using that knowledge.

She slowly turned around, tugging her lower lip with her teeth as her bloodied arm came around to the baby’s head that was now poking out from what looked like a tatty bloodstained blanket that was tied tightly around her. The dark-haired baby cooed at her, pulling at her necklace, and Rosalie glanced from the man to the baby. She knew he was right, that she couldn't do this alone. If she died, what chance did the baby have of surviving? None. Just like when she had found him. She mulled around the idea of leaving the small boy with the people, but she found a strange pain in her chest when she did. She’d at least have to stick around a little to see if she could trust them with such a thing.

After a few tense moments of silence, she looked back up at the man, seeing his hopeful gaze imploring her to do the right thing. If they wanted her dead, they would have done it by now, that much was obvious. She’d run into too many bad people already in the new world. She could tell they were different. But despite the apprehension swelling inside of her, she had to. She had to fucking hope that maybe all the people left in the world weren't evil, and that maybe this was her chance to give the baby the life he deserved. The guilt swam deep in her veins, remembering what he said about formula. She’d ran out weeks ago, and the baby was surviving on mashed foods that were way too much for a boy his age. As much as she was grateful that the baby was mostly quiet, she knew deep inside of her, part of that reason was because he wasn't getting what he needed, wasn't getting the right nutrients and it was making him weak.

Rosalie took a deep shaky breath to steady her nerves before giving the man a small nod, and he breathed a sigh of relief, stepping closer. He didn't fail to notice how the grip on her machete tightened without her raising it, or how the arm around the baby gripped harder.

“I’m Rick,” he said with a warm smile, holding his hand out but she looked at it like he’d grown three heads. Shaking hands wasn't a thing in this new world. Hell, she didn’t shake hands in the old world either. She still took it though, her small hand giving him a weak shake and letting him see just how tired and weak she really was.

“Rosalie,” she muttered, her eyes tired and her whole body screaming with pain. She didn't offer up the baby's name but Rick didn't mention it. He would be protective of Judith too. He nodded at her and tilted his head in the direction of the group before walking back over to them. She heaved a sigh before trudging off after him, watching the others eye her curiously, some wary. They should be wary. They didn't know what she was capable of, and she knew they were smart just for feeling the same apprehension she felt about them.

“This is Rosalie, she’ll be joining us,” Rick’s words were firm as he gazed around the group that had become his family, waiting for anyone to speak up, to challenge him. But the baby cooed again and it was as if the noise itself was enough to soften anyone who may have had doubts, to leave such an innocent thing out in the world like this. The children were the future now, the only hope the cold world may have. And with no more words, they all turned around and started back on their journey. One to find somewhere to call home, to feel safe. Somewhere Carl and Judith could be safe from the horrors of the new world, and now somewhere for this new baby to have the same.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #The Walking Dead #the walking dead fanfic #twd #twd fanfiction #twd fanfic

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ambivalent-auguries · 3 years

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Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Adrian would never, but neither Kazuma but maybe Kazuma lol Who threatens to leave but never actually does? They are above that lol But Adrian would be the one to take a time out, I feel Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Adrian has a tendency to bury his head in the sand, but he’s getting better at that Who trashes the house? Kazuma, but not during a fight, just while trying to cook lol Do either of them get physical? Nah Adrian is a giant teddy bear and Kazuma is would never use his powers for evil How often do they argue/disagree? Rarely, I feel Who is the first to apologise? Both, they take it on the chin if they’re in the wrong and move on like adults

Sex:

Who is on top? Mostly Adrian Who is on the bottom? Mostly Kazuma Who has the strangest desires? Probably Kazuma lol Any kinks? Marriage lol Who’s dominant in bed? They both are, Kazuma is a power bottom let’s not kid ourselves lol Is head ever in the equation? Yeah, Adrian has a worship kink lol If so, who is better at performing it? Kazuma tbh lol Ever had sex in public? Does leaving the curtains open count?? Who moans the most? Kazuma lol Adrian mostly GRUNTS Who leaves the most marks? Adrian, unintentionally lol Who screams the loudest? Uh neither? Lol they not that wild lol Who is the more experienced of the two? I’d say they are kinda at the same level?? Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? MAKE LOVE (fuck at first tho ngl lol) Rough or soft? Soft, usually How long do they usually last? LOOOOL The first time they do it?? 3 mins tops, they get better after that lol Is protection used? When it’s available lol Does it ever get boring? Adrian is boring lol Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? Uh back patio lol Keeping close to home tho lol

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? YES AND GRANDCHILDREN ALL THE KIDS If so, how many children do your muses want/have? They each have one and they’re both looking forward to grandkids lol Who is the favorite parent? Kazuma, always lol Kyo adores him and Jess is happy her dad found a prince to marry lol Who is the authoritative parent? Kazuma does more of the disciplining, because Adrian is a weak man with his kids lol Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? ADRIAN lol Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Kazuma because Adrian would cook instead lol Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? Both, what do you mean?? They are both supportive parents lol Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Both, they play good cop, bad cop lol Who changes the diapers? Both Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? Both, but Adrian would do it more because he loves his husband lol Who spends the most time with the children? Kazuma because of his job and Adrian is a busy detective, but Adrian would make sure to get in quality time in with the kids Who packs their lunch boxes? Adrian lol Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Kazuma Who cleans up after the kids? Both, they work as a team lol Who worries the most? Adrian, I feel lol Because he knows how fucked up the world is Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? Kazuma because he has words and nobody wants the kid’s first word to be ‘yeehaw’ lol

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? Both, but Adrian seeks it more Who is the little spoon? Does it matter?? But Adrian gives all encompassing hugs and Kazuma likes that Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Kazuma lol Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? ADRIAN lol Especially when buzzed lol How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? What is uncomfortable?? Who gives the most kisses? Adrian, thirsty bitch lol What is their favourite non-sexual activity? I think reading together or spending time with their kids Where is their favourite place to cuddle? The couch, watching TV after a long day of wrangling kids lol Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Kazuma lol He will cup a handful of man boob any time lol How often do they get time to themselves? Not that often because the kids are around lol

Sleeping:

Who snores? Neither, but Adrian has nightmares oop If both do, who snores the loudest? N/A Do they share a bed or sleep separately? Share a bed ofc If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Adrian’s arm falls asleep every night because he insists on holding Kazuma close to him lol Who talks in their sleep? Adrian :( What do they wear to bed? I wouldn’t be surprised if Kazuma wore a fucking kimono to bed lol But Adrian wears joggers and a t-shirt Are either of your muses insomniacs? Nah, but Adrian and sleep don’t always get along Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Sometimes, for Adrian Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Depends, but I feel more often than not they don’t completely suffocate each other lol Who wakes up with bed hair? Kazuma lol Who wakes up first? Adrian? Both? They are both early risers Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Adrian, we don’t let Kazuma near the kitchen What is their favourite sleeping position? Adrian on his back, Kazuma resting his head on his shoulder/chest, Adrian having an arm around Kazuma, maybe they even hold hands, who knows lol Who hogs the sheets? Adrian unintentionally cause he’s a big guy lol Do they set an alarm each night? They don’t really need to lol They’ve gotten to the point in their lives where their body mysteriously wakes them up when they’ve had enough sleep - you know, adulthood lol Can a television be found in their bedroom? Nah neither are that big into TV watching - Kazuma probably reads before bed, where Adrian looks over work cases. They have a TV mostly for the news and cartoons for Jess Who has nightmares? Adrian Who has ridiculous dreams? Kazuma lol I can see having an active imagination lol Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Kazuma lol But he can’t take that much because Adrian is just big by default and occupies a lot of space lol Who makes the bed? Kazuma, I feel What time is bed time? They old men, probably 10pm is their bed time, after they’ve put Jess down and checked in on Kyo lol Any routines/rituals before bed? Praying and checking the doors are locked for Adrian, Kazuma checks things are good for the next day and makes sure to tell the kids goodnight Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Adrian, he needs a coffee before he can function lol

Work:

Who is the busiest? Adrian, but they both lead busy lives Who rakes in the highest income? Kazuma probably charges some fat fee for the honour of being taught at his dojo lol Are any of your muses unemployed? Nah, they are stable adults Who takes the most sick days? Neither, they push through lol Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Neither, I feel they are both stupidly early lol Who sucks up to their boss? Neither and Kazuma is his own boss lol What are their jobs? Kazuma is a martial arts teacher and Adrian is the captain of the homicide department uwu Who stresses the most? Adrian, his job is stressful and at times dangerous Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Hell yeah Are your muses financially stable? Yeah

Home:

Who does the washing? Adrian Who takes out the trash? Kazuma during the day, Adrian at night Who does the ironing? Kazuma while flicking through a novel lol Who does the cooking? Adrian Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? KAZUMA Who is messier? Adrian lol Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Adrian lol Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Adrian Who forgets to flush the toilet? Adrian is not THAT messy lol Who is the prankster around the house? Kazuma teases lol Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Kazuma Who mows the lawn? Adrian and Kazuma enjoys watching it from the shade lol Who answers the telephone? Adrian mostly Who does the vacuuming? Adrian, he’s used to getting glitter out of the carpet lol Who does the groceries? Both uwu Who takes the longest to shower? They’re both pretty quick Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Uhh neither?

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? Nah How many cars do they own? Adrian owns one Do they own their home or do they rent? They own Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Suburbs basically, good neighbourhood for their kids Do they live in the city or in the country? Outskirts of city Do they enjoy their surroundings? They do What’s their song? In my mind, THIS What do they do when they’re away from each other? Work lol Where did they first meet? Kazuma’s dojo How did they first meet? Well, let me tell you a tale of Adrian taking some classes to improve his reflexes and get some exercise in and ya know, Kazuma was the cute teacher that my cowboy was entirely too shy to approach lol Or something like that lol Who spends the most money when out shopping? Kazuma, Adrian has a poor person mentality lol Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Neither ew They show off their kids lol Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Kazuma loool Adrian just gets worried lol Any mental issues? Adrian has PTSD and has struggled with depression Who’s terrified of bugs? Neither Who kills the spiders around the house? Neither, they catch the spider and let it out of the house Their favourite place? Either home with the kids or the amusement park with the kids lol Who pays the bills? They both chip in Do they have any fears for their future? NO GRANDCHILDREN lol Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Adrian uwu Who uses up all of the hot water? Adrian lol he likes his showers hot Who’s the tallest? Adrian Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Adrian lol Who wanders around in their underwear? Adrian and Kazuma just enjoys it lol Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Adrian lol What do they tease each other about? Adrian teases Kazuma about the dirty novels, Kazuma teases Adrian about his stern face and the princess outfit lol Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Neither, they are fucking oblivious lol Do they have mutual friends? Their kids uwu lol Who crushed first? Adrian, let’s be real lol Any alcohol or substance related problems? Adrian struggled a bit but he’s good Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Adrian after a night out with his team lol Who swears the most? Adrian, but doesn’t make a habit out of it

#adrian and kazuma mood #I LOVE THEM #kisumshi

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nocvil · 5 years

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* ‐ ․ ↺ 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙊𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙄𝙉𝙂 . . . ｓｏｏｂｏｇｕｍ . hitman . caretaker . the heel . a masked hell .

❝ my love , my love , my love , won't you stay a while ? ❞

possible tw’s below: parental death mention, illness mentions, murder for hire mentions, and uh m,,, i think that’s it rlly. just warning ok.

GENERAL INFO

full name: soo bogum ( 수 보검 ). nickname(s): bo, sweetie pie to his mother (: gender & pronouns: cismale, he/him. sexual & romantic orientation: aromantic, demisexual. age & dob: twenty-five, november 8th, 19-- birthplace/hometown: seoul, sk. parents/siblings: only child, deceased father, living mother. pet(s): absolutely not LOL. astrological sign: scorpio. >:-) dominant hand: both! handwriting style: mostly writes in very slanted cursive. i feel like when you see things like royal documents signed or very important letters written back in the day with that vintage cursive ... that would be bogum. language(s) known/spoken: spanish, english, korean. religion: LOL. ok. current living arrangements: a two-bedroom, two bath apartment complex with his older, npc mother. it is pretty spacious given they both have their own room, a kitchen, dining space, their own bathrooms, and a patio. bo has the money if you kno what i mean ... (: occupation/major: hitman.

PHYSICAL

picture reference: uhh... this? this look rlly gives off bogum vibes so (: blood type: type O. nationality: korean. skin tone/color: lighter tanned. birthmarks & scars: heheh wouldn’t u like to kno ??? height: five-foot ten inches. 5′10″. build: pretty average, more on the lean/athletic side though. hair color: red. hair length: uhm ,, look at reference photo? eye color: brown. diet: uhm ... bo has a pretty average diet probably. he would eat just about anything, not very picky. i think he probably has his favorites when it comes to chips and candy but he doesn’t have a special diet. exercise & level of fitness: LOOOL. let me not make a bad joke here ): how’s their posture ( or lack thereof )?: bogum probably has really good posture! i think standing tall with a straight back probably adds to his uh... authoritative look? typical style of dress: ( from his stats page ) dresses a bit old school, vintage?, almost plain. likes wearing tucked in and cuffed shirts, rolled up pants, boots, baseball caps, at least three rings on one hand, gold bracelets. the following outfits aren’t specific to him but they are probably kinda similar. it’s hard to rlly find exact examples ): ( 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 ) body modifications: none, surprisingly. probably pierced ears that he never puts earrings in. that’s really it though. he would prob like a tattoos but wouldn’t do it for the sake of his career ( because tattoos are distinguishing features ).

MANNERISMS

how does your muse walk?: def with a bit of power in his step. very protective when he is with his mother. mostly, he would walk like he calculates every single step he takes. how does your muse talk?: HAHA i just talked about this with myungok’s mun ,, he would talk very plain and probably without a lot of emotion. this would make things that are usually out of pocket probably sound kinda weird. what accent/dialect does your muse talk with?: he is from seoul and according to google, they speak with a gyeonggi dialect there (: how would you describe the tone of their voice? are they loud or quiet?: QUIET... shh... if you speak too loud you won’t hear bogum speaking with such monotoned you could probably fall asleep. bogum asmr when? what does their laugh sound like?: bogum? LAUGHING? i feel like bogum chuckles. so he would have like a short, quiet laugh. how does your muse typically smell?: either like smoke from a cigarette or like his mom’s perfume. what kind of air do they carry?: well jinae’s mun said he would have a dark and heavy presence and honestly that rlly fits the bill. do they have a(ny) catchphrase(s)?: time to die. what are their nervous ticks?: um.. not sure. probably knuckle cracking and finger tapping.

PSYCHOLOGY

what makes your muse happiest?: his mommy! seeing his mom thrive and gain her confidence back, even momentarily, makes him so happy. what upsets them the most?: ugh. listen. i talked abt this with some of y’all but the thought that if he ever got exposed or arrested ... how everyone in his life, including his mother, would just abandon him ... CRIES. was this supposed to be a general question? does your muse have any quirks?: i think his tendency to just be way too lax in certain situations would be his infamous quirk. what are their hobbies? how frequent do/can they do them?: bogum is definitely a simple man. he would totally like puzzles, word searches, watching the news, scrapbooking ( YES, SCRAPBOOKING ), taking walks, shopping with his mom, writing, idk, he doesn’t do anything OD or over the top. shrug. do they have any guilty pleasures?: is your muse an extrovert or an introvert? neither?: 10000% introverted otl. do they have high or low self-esteem? what about confidence?: uhm... bogum probably has an average amount of confidence/self-esteem. he’s a realist, definitely. if he look ugly he look ugly. if he look good he look good. ‘nuff said. are they easily stressed and how do they normally respond to it?: stressed? bogum could be in the midst of a bank robbery and be sitting there like ok, y’all done yet? what is your muses worst fear?: his mother finding out about his job. what is your muses biggest dream?: to either escape his job for good or to be able to heal his mother of all her injuries and illnesses. but of course, neither of those will ever happen! is your muse a morning person or a night dragon?: a night dragon? ok. anyway he is probably both. i can see bogum getting like four hours of sleep and waking up like (: let’s fuckin go! how intelligent is your muse? do they acknowledge it?: OH BOGUM has street smarts but definitely probably not book smarts. at least, not a great amount of book smarts. how can he be a hitman if he’s DUMM?! describe their sense of humor: LMAO. the real question is how can someone as funny as ME play someone as BORING as bogum?

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES

are they currently in any sexual or romantic relationships?: HELL NO. luuuul. what is their experience with relationships?: to really think about it, bo probably had feelings for people here and there and most likely dated short term in high school but after he moved and began doing that he kind of lost all his effort to pursue romance. how does your muse view the idea of friends with benefits? have they ever had one? would they ever?: another hell naw to that sis. how important is sex to your muse?: not important at all. bogum could care less. what are their biggest turn on and turn offs?: see above pls. does your muse find it easy to make friends?: i say yes, only because most of his friends are through his mother. how important is friendship to them?: veRY IMPORTANT if bogum didn’t have the friends he has today, he probably would be a lot more sad and maybe more than just a hitman ): quantity or quality of friends?: quality! how important is family?: VERY IMPORTANT AGAIN bogum would give his life for his mother and to have his father back. are they close to their family? why or why not ?: YES. obviously asdfasdf everyone probably knows why. although bogum is now the one who runs the house, he still really values his mother because she ultimately has nobody but him in the end if she gets worse. his parents were always really good to him and when his father died, he knew that he and his mother had to stick together through it. he also knew that that he had to step up to provide for his mother because of her injuries and dementia. she is his life, really.

FAVORITES

activity: haha. you really wanna kno?... he likes word searches a lot. animal: idk. probably like. idk. beverage: mmmm some piping hot tea. book: - color: is red cliche to say? designer: - food: flower: water lilies, pansies, lilies, peonies, idk, he would love all kinds of flowers. gem: i googled these. if he had a favorite it would be garnet, smoked topaz, and morion. holiday: christmas! his mother’s favorite too, probably. mode of transportation: walking, usually. movie: - musical artist: oh boy, uhm,, i bet bogum likes indie kpop. like dean, suran, hyukoh, but i dont rlly know a lot to give you more details. quote / saying: - scenery: hm. probably night time in the living room, mom is put to bed already, he’s watching a rerun episode of a crime drama on television and thinking about how it’s so unrealistic. he’s got a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other though he puts it out halfway through because he loses interest. (: scent: i think he’d like the smell of cleaning products, flower scents ( bc it would remind him of his mom ), and metal (: obviously. weather: cloudy or rainy weather. anything that let’s him stay inside for the day. vacation destination: UM. i bet bogum would like to travel out of country to places like europe.

ATTITUDES

greatest dream: to finally have a peaceful life with his mother by his side, healthy or not. he wants to stop being a hitman, really, but it’s kind of like an addiction, plus he’s good at it, and it brings in the bacon. greatest fear: being caught and leaving his mother by herself -- it would be like the ultimate let down since he doesn’t trust anyone with her. most at east when: pls see scenery in section above. least as ease when: out in public by himself. he doesn’t have his mom as his cover. worst possible thing that could happen: PLS SEE GREATEST FEAR. ajdfkjasdfskf biggest achievement: moving to seoul safely with his mom! biggest regret: falling back into the crime life. most embarrassing moment: idk i feel like bogum isn’t embarrassing. he’s too ,, plain. biggest secret: LMAO well ... i think we all know. top priorities: keeping his mom safe, alive, healthy, and her bills paid for. also keeping himself undercover for the most part and making sure neither him or his mother are overwhelmed.

EXTRA TIDBITS

001. bogum is an unhealthy smoker but a social drinker. he never smokes around his mother though.

002. whenever bogum’s mother is around, he is on his own best behavior. he always does his best to be nice and keep up an image of her sweet son although by himself he can be different.

003. so far the only person who knows about his job is sangwoo because he sort of saw him in the act during his first hit. the two joke about it but bogum would take him out in a heartbeat if he spills.

004. i think it’s funny because i always pictured bogum as that person would give the shirt off of his back for you if you were in trouble. but he also wouldn’t hesitate to threaten to make you disappear.

005. his mom doesn’t know how he gets the money to pay for everything but bogum has her believing he “has his ways” and to “just trust him” although she asks about it every now and then.

006. though he stays inside a lot, some of the places you might see bogum outside of his apartment, are grocery stores close to his place, bars around town, museums, little cafes picking up things for his mother, dawon’s flower shop, and very occasionally places where there are a lot of drug activity.

007. here is smth: bogum is a hitman because his father was killed in a hit!

008. despite his mom questioning where he earns his money, his family has always been pretty well off but that was because of his father. so now that his father isn’t alive, it’s kind of ... fishy.

009. lmao probably your very typical scorpio minus the s*xual stuff.

010. my brain stopped working.

AESTHETICS

a card hand full of royals. empty, dark hospital hallways. dirty hands under black leather gloves. an empty, lonely wheelchair. old black and white photographs. an ashtray full of half smoked cigarettes. ripped up diary pages. rolled up fifty dollar bills. two expensive rings on each finger. responding “k” to a paragraph long text message. tri-folded letters written in the upmost calligraphy. roman numeral clocks.

#daegu:task #⸢ 。‧ * ‧﹒、i think it’s time to pack it in . 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓅𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 . ⸥#I ADDED my own section at the bottom bc why not (:#ok i see u all later

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furandlatin · 5 years

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(13) What would your OC say would be their favorite use for magic? // (14) Has/would your OC ever made a deal with a magical or supernatural entity? // (15) What form does/would your OC’s familiar take?

Mysterious, Supernatural, & Paranormal Subjects…

(13) What would your OC say would be their favorite use for magic?

Helping others. Declan freely admits that this is a terribly cliché and boring answer when he’s asked this question, but he derives no greater pleasure from his magic than when it’s used to help others. It doesn’t matter if he’s simply moving a heavy object for another person, brewing a potion, or crafting a complicated spell, so long as the recipient gains a positive benefit from the use of his magic, he’s happy to be of some use and assistance.

(14) Has/would your OC ever made a deal with a magical or supernatural entity?

Under normal circumstances and the right frame of mind, Declan is usually/typically resistant to making deals with magical or supernatural entities. While such deals do benefit the recipient in the short-term, they always seem to benefit the deal MAKER far better in the long-term that Declan has seen and it never seems to end well. However, as we know, Declan is hardly perfect. He’s not infallible. He’s prone to moments of weakness and vulnerability so there may be circumstances or situations where he could be convinced or he is forced to approach such entities if a deal could benefit someone other than himself. He’d be willing to offer himself up, so to speak, if it meant helping someone. Expounding further, there is a vague incident that takes place before the 1920s that isn’t specifically mentioned in his bio that leaves him emotionally vulerable and susceptible to making choices he would not otherwise make if he was emotionally stable. Such a choice has lead him to develop and cultivate a partnership with a demon, which is currently being explored in 1920s New Orleans (which I know you know, but others don’t loool) in order to exact revenge on the Witch who cursed him. Specifics on why the need for revenge have yet to be determined.

(15) What form does/would your OC’s familiar take?

While Declan is certainly an animal person, if he were to take in a familiar it would probably be one that possessed the form of a feline of some type, preferably of a domesticated variety so that it could blend in better. So, if anyone is cooking up a familiar type muse, come to talk to me~ :D Ya boi Declan wants to have a familiar bestie!

#concentratedbitterness #muse ( declan )#headcanon ( declan )

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peinde · 6 years

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Yet Another Munday Meme

ѩ - Are there any characters that you love, but simply cannot role play? any Zahhak ;u;

Җ - What’s your greatest source of inspiration when it comes to role playing? well for Fef i get inspired as soon as i see any dumb rich girl in media LOOOL or if Ariana Grande does like anything

ℛ - Are you religious? i guess? i consider myself a Christian, but i really only pray. i guess spiritual is a better word

♬ - Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind of music? nah, it distracts me

ᚡ - Random fact about the mun? i can move my eyes one at a time

✒ - Do you have a preference when it comes to gender regarding your muses? i mean i guess girls? i’ve RPed my fantroll like once and she was a lady, and every other time has just been Fef

ಹ - Share a story from your childhood! i once snuck out to a birthday party at age 8 and my mum had to call the police

෴ - Tell us about your day. pretty meh. a little busy, but it mostly just involved me being nitpicky at work

㉘ - How do you usually spend your birthdays? i usually got to dinner with friends

⨌ - If you ever had the opportunity to clone yourself, would you? nah. i like being the only me

ᚖ - Do you wear makeup? yes! i own a good amount of it, but i really only wear eyebrow products, eyeliner, mascara and lipstick everyday.

༺ - Do you have any siblings? What’s your relationship with them like? i have a brother. we’re okay

๛ - Share an embarrassing story about yourself! i once fell down a flight of stairs while trying to do a cool stunt in Horuss cosplay

❤ - Are you and/or your muse currently in love with someone? i’m not, but my muse is in love with several people!

ℳ - Do you think you have a good handwriting? LOOOL nah. i’ve got chickenscratch

☢ - When was the last time you went to the cinema? What movie did you watch? i went just this past week! i saw Incredibles 2 :D

⨕ - Are you a jealous role player? nope! people can do whatever they want. most of the time, i’m really content chilling and scrolling on the dash

#not glubbing 38(#munday

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kickassfu · 7 years

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Mini Drabble - Trainride musings

Caroline always felt nostalgic about trains. No matter how much had changed to conform to modern standards, sitting beside the window as the world passed by brought back warm memories. Years, hell, a century and a half passed by, and one look across the cart to her deviled-eyed companion brought back the vivid flashback of their introduction as if she were the grimy-little-stowaway again.

She was just a small thing but oh so clever. She knew she could disguise herself amongst the bags under the rags she wore.

She hadn’t planned for anyone to find her, let alone a vampire, or to witness him nearly tear the woman’s head from her neck in a monstrous act. Despite the blood smeared across his neck, she could identify him as an attractive man, but when he smiled down at her, she saw behind the façade and wondered if it would be her last day on earth.

He brought her up to his room at the dead of night.

She was terrified. She knew many things could transpire. She heard too many tales of men terrorizing women, especially vulnerable girls such as herself. He was too strong for her to escape his grip and she wondered why she couldn’t resign herself to her fate, to be violated and disposed of, just like the corpse who hid in her previous place in the luggage compartments.

Yet, she didn’t cry.

She wondered why but couldn’t figure it out.

Compulsion, she remembered. He swiftly lifted her up and down the carpeted hall, dragging her numb body without a single complaint.

“What’s your name?”

“Caroline.”

They were on friendlier terms after day break. He offered her breakfast, a game of cards, and lulled her into a sense of safety she couldn’t imagine possible after the ordeal only hours before.

“I’m Kol. Where are you from?”

She was vague. He knew why.

“Running away?”

She nodded.

“I see. As am I. It looks like we have something in common, Sweets.”

She thought little of the name. Not at first. It became a thing: Darling was given to the ones who amused him but were ultimately doomed. Sweets was a term of endearment, there was a chance the recipient might come out unscathed if he felt merciful. But over time, the name became less and less common, replaced by her given name. And she still stood.

“You’re quite good at this,” he mused. She had won the last two rounds. “Are you cheating?” She shook her head. “Show your deck.” She shook her head. “Not fair, sweets.”

“Life’s not fair,” she murmured. She was bold. Had it been anyone else, certainly Kol wouldn’t have been as lenient.

“I can’t disagree,” Kol nodded. “Let me show you a trick or two. Have you ever gambled before?” She shook her head. He grinned. “Oh, come on, you must have played a game or two of high stakes.”

“I’m only eight.” Caroline deadpanned.

His brows raised.

“There is so much to learn. Watch carefully, sweets.”

She was a quick learner. Three days they spent in that cabin, bonding over card games and stories. Kol brought her to a table game on the last day. She was understandably nervous. One man had the idea she was the reward if he won. Kol had other ideas. Hours into the game, with Caroline preening over Kol’s shoulder subtly to see his deck, watch his moves, and memorize the rules of the game, the men grew anxious and demanded an end.

It was a foolish mistake on their part.

They were the only ones to walk out of that game alive. That was her second bit of carnage, many more would come.

“What are you doing?”

Caroline was nervous. She swallowed painfully and rose from the floor, ignoring the wet spot on her knees where the blood soaked her tattered skirt. She gripped the towel with all her might and wearily brought her eyes to meet his, straining her neck.

“Cleaning up,” she spoke softly.

He shook his head and held out his hand.

“No need, sweets.”

“But… if someone finds them…” she muttered.

“It is not our problem,” he assured. “Look at you. You’re a mess.” Nonetheless, he smiled. The blood on her knees, straining her skirt, and the red around her hands reminded him of what she could be if she were a vampire. She was too young, and while she had extraordinary control and curiosity for her age, it’d be too cruel to condemn her this short in her life. She would have more advantageous if given the gift of immortality much later into her adolescence. “Let’s find a suitable replacement,” he gestured to her tarnished garments.

“Okay,” she nodded. He tugged off her bonnet and ruffled her hair.

In that moment, he thought of his sister. She reminded him so much of Rebekah. Perhaps that’s why he didn’t kill her that week. Or he was lonely and found her company, regardless of the resemblance, comforting – not that he’d ever admit it.

He was always messy while she was neurotically clean. It proved to be a running joke and at times, their saving grace when she thwarted any pursuers from their trail with her tendencies to cover their tracks – and the carnage that usually overlapped.

“Have you been out here?” Kol inquired.

She shook her head. She began to talk more. She grew out of her shell when she found his presence less threatening – and more protective, whenever that happened, she wasn’t quite sure.

“I’ve heard stories.” She smiled. “People come out here for new beginnings. They seek adventure. I want that. I want to start anew, to ride a horse across the desert, to rob a bank,” she laughed. “I wouldn’t have been able to do that at home. I’d be like my mother – married, stuck in a loveless marriage, and miserable. I don’t want that.”

“I could help you,” Kol offered. “Have you robbed a bank before?”

“I’m only eight,” she laughed.

“We’ll work our way up there. Have you ridden a horse?”

“No,” she frowned. “We only had one and Dad took her with him. Mom was too scared I’d fall off, so I wasn’t allowed.”

“We’ll rectify that,” Kol promised.

“I’d like that,” she smiled. She saw hordes of buffalo pass by. She never saw anything like it. Her eyes widened, excited by the new sights.

She has seen so many things through the glass panes of a rolling train. Great cities, untamed wilderness, quiet countryside, you name it. They all had a story. She could appreciate all of them.

“Well Caroline, it appears our stop is nearby. What do you say, want to join me?”

“Where are we going?”

“Colorado City. It’s rough but you’ll survive it. I bet you this stack you will.”

That stack was her first betting money. She lost the first round but recovered quickly. Kol taught her well. She relished in the faces of the losers – men who plundered their fortunes to the hands of a girl no older than nine. She wasn’t old enough to drink but that didn’t stop her from taking a celebratory shot of whiskey. It burned. She stuck to cider for a while after that experience. Nonetheless, she split her winnings with her new mentor who splurged on women, booze, and horses.

She saved one half of her part for future endeavors and used the other to buy three new dresses.

“Comfortable, Sweets?”

They were in a luxury cabin, isolated from the rest. He claimed the loveseat, enjoying a cigar, while she practiced her tricks. She had made quite a name for herself, usually winning honestly, but in the handful of incidents she found it necessary, she proved to be a talented deceiver.

Luck would only get you so far.

She turned and smiled.

“Very,” she confirmed.

She was older now. Three years had passed.

“It seems you are, too,” she teased, noting the shadow of a woman who had entertained him moments ago. “Satisfied?”

“Very,” he returned jovially.

“I’m surprised she could walk. You usually like to take an extra bite,” she observed.

“The night is still young. Ah, you know I’d never subject you to endure such festivities. I’d dismiss you before I’d engorge.”

Caroline took is as a sign of respect. She usually retired to the main hall, conversing with the gentlemen or woman that remained, while Kol entertained his flavor of the night. She only walked in on him a handful of times and avoided the topic each time.

“But,” he countered, “should you ever have questions, I’d happily oblige in the dirty details of adult pleasure. It’d be a shame should you be disappointed by someone who’s inadequate in the area.”

“Kol,” she whined, red in the face. “Not now.”

He laughed, enjoying her embarrassment. He missed having those simple interactions with his siblings. Caroline was a wonderful substitute.

“I’m just saying, Sweets,” he shrugged. “Take charge. Make him work for it. Or her, should you ever steer that way. And don’t sell yourself short. It’s an activity that should satisfy both.”

“Unless one ends up dead,” she remarks dully.

“All in good fun,” he toasted.

He killed the majority of her lovers, she mused. He was rather protective of the blonde and when she was old enough to muster thoughts beyond the lock of lips. She killed the rest when they pushed her boundaries. At first, she was stunned, then angry, then grateful. It was an odd realization, but she knew his reaction stemmed from something sincere.

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MORE OF THIS AU???? I’m seriously so fucking excited, and I feel so happy and lucky to have this *cries* honestly thank you for writing more!!! You’re a fucking angel, and i hope you’ll keep going haha

Koroline is the best~~ and i loved this look at their past, how they all started, how they worked together...it’s really nice and I’m in love :D also how fucking cute are they? even in the midst of murder and blood loool I’m super in love with this AU, and your writing!!

@arrenemris she wrote more about your wonderful AU!!!! Everyone should read this!

#koroline #koroline fanfiction #koroline drabble #this isn't really klaroline even though they are a thing in this AU #kol mikaelson #caroline forbes #i'm in love with this #i'd read a book of this #ahhhhhhhhhhhh i love it #thank u!!!#submission

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avillainess-blog1 · 7 years

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SHIPPING INFO! answer the following for your muse so people know how shipping works on your blog. repost, don’t reblog.

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?:

Jace and Liliana. 100%. Without a doubt. Always.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?:

All of it. Especially parts previously unexplored in canon or otherwise. Ups and downs, good and bad, spicy and messy. I treat my muses and their companions like they’re real people. They have wants and needs, they have good days and bad days. Like any real-life relationship, it’s always fluid and moving. Some days Liliana will hate your guts and find everything you do annoying, other days she’ll do nothing but sit on your lap and demand attention. Yes, it’s just rp, but it’s still a relationship and every aspect of that is important to me.

Not only that, all kinds of ships as well. Romantic ships, hate ships, friends-with-benefits ships, toxic ships, one sided unrequited ships, etc. etc.. As I said, I love exploring all sides of my muse. Nothing is off limits for me.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

Well, Liliana is over 200 years old, so. If there’s a limit for her, it would be more likely how young she’ll stop at over how old. Mid-twenties is just about all she can stand, and even then she’ll look at you like you’re a child. No lower, for sure. Higher up the age scale is just based on whether or not there is an attraction basically.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?:

Me? No, I’m trash. Liliana, however? Yes. She’s picky and honestly doesn’t have much time to deal with romance. Her relationship with Jace has always been rocky, they never really had the chance to just settle down and be a couple. Her relationship with Cecil is very no strings attached, physical based. I love to ship, Liliana is harder to get on board.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NSFW?:

Heavy petting and seat wetting.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?:

Basically all of Riley’s muses loool. Jace, Cecil, I’ve thought about potential with Vivan lately but it’d be very... unconventional. Remi’s Sylvanas. Now that I’m thinking about it, every ship involving Liliana is going to be unconventional. Jace and Lili are a mess, Lili and Cecil are fuck buddies, Vivian would be a cosmic mess, Sylvanas is in her modern verse which is an unhealthy mostly one sided mess. I’ve thought about a mess with Sorin but that’d probably be mostly physical as well. Crack hate ship with Avacyn, of course. I find there to be potential in a Chandra Lili ship (well, maybe not cause lol hour of devastation), but I like the big sis little sis dynamic a whole bunch. Olivia Voldaren! Bffs who like to party and make out and gossip tbh.

Y’all, ship with me. No wait don’t, Liliana is terrible ;/

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

Not so much ask as talk to me about potential parings. Even if you might think they’re silly. Even if the conversation doesn’t start with shipping! That’s how Liliana / Cecil happened tbh. Riley and I were chatting in discord about our dumb kids and then our dumb kids being dumb together and wham Cecil lives on Liliana’s couch and they bang sometimes.

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?:

When there’s chemistry. I hate forcing things. I’m not going to change my muse to fit into your ship, sorry.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?:

I’m obsessed with my ships, but I’m not constantly in dire need for more.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?:

Yes I am. It’s much easier that way, I find.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:

Jace and Liliana, clearly. The Naya love triangle with the other half of the Gatewatch is pretty adorable too, though. WotC tryina make me ship Jace / Vraska. god dammit alison. Tamiyo and her loving family tbh. Ajani and Elspeth’s cape rip. Sorin x Wall. Bolas and spontaneous combustion. RILEY AND DRAGON DADDY. I dunno, the list goes on and on.

WHAT IS YOUR NOTP?:

Hm. With Liliana? I haven’t put much thought into it. I can’t ever see her with Gideon. I can see her flirting with him only to see if she can make him puke and/or lose his shit. But that’s about it. I don’t think she’d ever fit with Nissa. I dunno, there’s a lot of people I can see her never being compatible with, but nothing so strong that it gives me NOTP vibes. Aside from really obvious stupid shit like people she actively despises.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:

Talk to me! Get me hyped and excited about interaction and relationships. Or, ya know, just ask if that’s more your style.

Tagged by: my mom @eldritchsong

Tagging: you, reading this, right now. if you haven’t done it, that is. riley do this on your other blogs, i’m curious 8)

#ooc.#psa.#i suppose #shipping is fun

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[2/6/17, 10:41:50 PM] Roxy: andie and i have a showmance already [2/6/17, 10:42:01 PM] Roxy: we had lots of banter lol

[2/6/17, 10:51:17 PM] Roxy: lollolo [2/6/17, 10:58:27 PM] Roxy: I’ve been added to a felinenist alliance and now a menemist group lol

[2/7/17, 1:40:42 AM] Roxy: oh god I’m so fucked for this game everyone knows each other like buddys for life [2/7/17, 1:40:49 AM] Roxy: they just had like a 4 hour call and its still going lol

[2/7/17, 10:31:33 AM] Ruthie: (*) WILL YOU BE TRYING TO SHOWMANCE ANYONE THIS SEASON? (*) [2/7/17, 3:35:43 PM] Roxy: Yes. U.

[2/7/17, 11:03:34 PM] Ruthie: (*) NICHOLAS WON HOH. HOW ARE YOU FEELING ABOUT THAT? (*) [2/7/17, 11:04:48 PM] Roxy: they do that exact star thingy in dreamworld smh [2/7/17, 11:05:33 PM] Roxy: use like [2/7/17, 11:05:35 PM] Roxy: (dance) [2/7/17, 11:05:48 PM] Roxy: (dance) NICHOLAS WON HOH. HOW ARE YOU FEELING ABOUT THAT? (dance) [2/7/17, 11:06:02 PM] Roxy: good lol we good

[2/9/17, 10:49:08 PM] Ruthie: (*) HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT NICHOLAS WINNING POV? (*)

(*) HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE PEOPLE IN YOUR CLIQUE? (*) [2/10/17, 12:32:42 AM] Roxy: Nicholas is bae and p I my cliwueare there

[2/11/17, 6:25:30 AM] Roxy: everyone isa prisoner [2/11/17, 6:25:37 AM] Roxy: americans and canadians and aussies [2/11/17, 6:25:41 AM] wolfchief1998: you are the only prisoner. [2/11/17, 6:25:49 AM] wolfchief1998: with terrible grammar. [2/11/17, 6:25:52 AM] Roxy: I’m a prisoner caasue I’m into bdsm smh [2/11/17, 6:26:00 AM] Roxy: my grammar is fine I’m just too lazy to type welll

[2/11/17, 8:15:28 AM] Roxy: And I usually theow hohs lol [2/11/17, 8:15:46 AM] Roxy: In embb3 I thre almost all of the hohs [2/11/17, 8:19:55 AM] Roxy: Lelmoo where t f ddo u even live tbh

[2/12/17, 2:08:54 AM] Roxy: LOL [2/12/17, 2:09:02 AM] Roxy: im in a weird mood [2/12/17, 2:09:03 AM] Roxy: like [2/12/17, 2:09:05 AM] Roxy: im hyperactive [2/12/17, 2:09:10 AM] Roxy: and my sexual banter [2/12/17, 2:09:11 AM] Roxy: is like [2/12/17, 2:09:13 AM] Roxy: unstoppablee!!

[2/12/17, 2:10:15 AM] Ruthie: I can tell! :P [2/12/17, 2:12:58 AM] Roxy: ;) you wanna do more than tell? ou wanna feel? [2/12/17, 2:12:58 AM] Roxy: jks [2/12/17, 2:12:59 AM] Roxy: bye

[2/12/17, 3:06:53 PM] AshleySarah ~Glee Host~: (lips) YOU NOW HAVE MONO. NAME WHICH HOUSEGUEST YOU WOULD LIKE TO INFECT WITH MONO. (lips)

Chrissa Elijah [2/12/17, 3:07:13 PM] moioonelmo: roxy choose wisely!! [2/12/17, 3:07:34 PM] Ruthie: GOOD LUCK <3 [2/12/17, 3:07:36 PM] moioonelmo: and ill stand by your decision! [2/12/17, 4:48:25 PM] Roxy: Lol [2/12/17, 4:48:43 PM] Roxy: Julia wants me to kiss ellijah so that nic cpuld be nommed [2/12/17, 4:50:40 PM] AshleySarah ~Glee Host~: Is that your answer???? [2/12/17, 4:50:54 PM] Roxy: No lol [2/12/17, 4:51:02 PM] Roxy: Its my musings [2/12/17, 4:51:21 PM] AshleySarah ~Glee Host~: Let us know your final decision!!!! [2/12/17, 4:54:53 PM] Ruthie: :* [2/12/17, 4:55:57 PM] Roxy: I probably wont say till abput 11 am my time during my break [2/12/17, 4:57:37 PM] Ruthie: Let us know soon! :) [2/12/17, 5:03:34 PM] Roxy: 11 is in 2hrs lol [2/12/17, 5:05:03 PM] Ruthie: :o :o :o [2/12/17, 5:05:10 PM] moioonelmo: #pressure [2/12/17, 5:05:26 PM] Ruthie: Decisions decisions [2/12/17, 5:05:40 PM] Roxy: Lol [2/12/17, 5:06:17 PM] Roxy: If I bite elijah I hurt an ally slightly and I become a sheep of the Julia rae cult [2/12/17, 5:06:36 PM] Roxy: But if I dont bite elijah I hurt the cult and they might go aftdr me for it

[2/12/17, 5:58:27 PM] Roxy: C.p this: [2/12/17, 5:59:54 PM] Roxy: As a fujoshi (google it) I cannot kiss elijah! Id prefferto watch him kiss another guy! So I kiss chrissa cause tgeir lip looks so sensual and invoting my pussy was like bitch if u dont kids this hoe im slappi, u

[2/13/17, 12:09:41 AM] Ruthie: (lips) HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT ELIJAH WINNING HEAD OF HOUSEHOLD? (lips) [2/13/17, 12:26:37 AM] Roxy: Hungry

[2/14/17, 6:59:10 AM] Roxy: ugh coudlnt find anything [2/14/17, 6:59:55 AM] Roxy: elmo T_T [2/14/17, 7:01:20 AM] Roxy: elmo lol i joined an org about a tv show i never seen an episode of lol

[2/16/17, 8:54:05 PM] AshleySarah ~Glee Host~: (*) How do you feel about Chrissa leaving? Do you think there will be a buyback? How important is HOH? (*) [2/17/17, 12:52:26 AM] Roxy: buyback maybe idc much she didn’t care for me so meh

[2/17/17, 2:12:53 AM] Roxy: i want a new one each week! [2/17/17, 2:13:02 AM] Roxy: but idk that many ppl lol [2/17/17, 8:12:51 AM] Roxy: i wanna add chris as a guest lol [2/17/17, 8:12:57 AM] Roxy: and maybe to the guest list for main [2/17/17, 8:13:12 AM] Roxy: he isn’t very iconic but he is the leader of the survivor community we play in

[2/17/17, 9:48:22 AM] Roxy: lol [2/17/17, 9:48:39 AM] Roxy: chris i joined an org about a show i never watched and the things are about the show and i got no clue lol [2/17/17, 9:48:47 AM] Roxy: which reminds me that imma have to abstain from hoh [2/17/17, 9:49:05 AM] Roxy: it like a challenge where you gotta put a video in sequence like snces from an episode of glee lol

[2/17/17, 9:49:40 AM] Roxy: lul [2/17/17, 9:49:53 AM] Roxy: i don’t even like glee lol I’m just here for ruthie

[2/17/17, 9:00:18 PM] Ruthie: Hey, Julia, are you going to try for HOH or are you really abstaining? (lips) [2/17/17, 9:00:47 PM] Roxy: um if this thingy requiring me of editing the actual video? [2/17/17, 9:01:01 PM] Roxy: or can i random.org scenes? lol

[2/17/17, 11:22:13 PM] Ruthie: (lips) THERE WASN’T AN ADVANTAGE IN THE HOH RESULTS POST THIS WEEK! DO YOU THINK ONE WILL SHOW UP OR….? (lips) [2/17/17, 11:26:55 PM] Roxy: if it does ill be unable to find it due to my lack of knowledge of glee [2/17/17, 11:27:03 PM] Roxy: also low key if there isnt a singing comp ill cry [2/17/17, 11:27:11 PM] Roxy: and if you do it after i get evicted ill cry harder

[2/18/17, 12:41:09 PM] AshleySarah ~Glee Host~: (*) WITH SO MUCH GOING ON IN THE HOUSE WHO DO YOU KNOW YOU CAN TRUST?? WHO IS DEFINITELY NOT TRUST WORTHY??? (*) [2/18/17, 4:00:06 PM] Roxy: Ur FACE

[2/21/17, 4:13:37 PM] Roxy: Lol [2/21/17, 4:13:48 PM] Roxy: I dont like glee cause its too fake for me

[2/21/17, 9:55:31 PM] AshleySarah ~Glee Host~: (party) I’m here if you’re ready to get punished! (party) [2/21/17, 9:55:41 PM] Ruthie: PUNISH HER ASHLEY SARAH ;) [2/21/17, 9:55:45 PM] Roxy: omg i accepted al lthe punishments in dreamworld lmfao [2/21/17, 9:55:47 PM] Ruthie: (party) [2/21/17, 9:55:49 PM] Roxy: lmfaooo im ready

[2/22/17, 10:54:46 AM] AshleySarah ~Glee Host~: (party) WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON SUES TAKEOVER??? (party) [2/22/17, 4:08:58 PM] Roxy: Who? [2/22/17, 4:14:00 PM] Roxy: Oh lmfao

[2/25/17, 8:00:48 PM] Roxy: kurt is my fav so far cause like he is so fationable [2/25/17, 8:00:59 PM] Roxy: fuck you guys i think I’m going to watch glee episode 1 now after this collage [2/25/17, 8:01:00 PM] Roxy: ugh [2/25/17, 8:01:05 PM] Roxy: tbh i rememebr watchign episode 1 before [2/25/17, 8:01:08 PM] Roxy: casue i was curious [2/25/17, 8:01:10 PM] Roxy: never finished it

[2/26/17, 7:17:09 PM] Roxy: ;P [2/26/17, 7:17:14 PM] Roxy: side note i had a glee daydream today

[3/1/17, 11:12:19 PM] Roxy: loool [3/1/17, 11:12:22 PM] Roxy: try to save yourself:: [3/1/17, 11:12:27 PM] Roxy: this is how i tried to save myself [3/1/17, 11:12:36 PM] Roxy: [2/03/2017 2:15:02 pm] Roxyearl (EMVivor Host): 2017-02-25, 1:00:39 AM] zach: if you use the veto [2017-02-25, 1:00:40 AM] zach: sydneys going up [2017-02-25, 1:00:41 AM] zach: ive decided . [2017-02-25, 1:01:00 AM] julia rae: why wont u put up roxy [2/03/2017 2:15:04 pm] Roxyearl (EMVivor Host): tea? [2/03/2017 2:55:59 pm] julia rae: i don't know why it's just me when literally it was other people's idea [3/1/17, 11:13:13 PM] Roxy: [2/03/2017 1:50:02 pm] nicholas: yeah but you shouldn’t assume you were safe [2/03/2017 1:50:06 pm] nicholas: week 1 i had to come to you [2/03/2017 1:50:13 pm] nicholas: when i was hoh [2/03/2017 1:50:38 pm] Roxyearl (EMVivor Host): sorry i just assumed you wouldn’t be foolish enough to nom me cause its such a useless move [2/03/2017 1:50:49 pm] Roxyearl (EMVivor Host): and i never had it going for you so you’ve had no reason to either [2/03/2017 1:51:10 pm] Roxyearl (EMVivor Host): and the one person you thought i was working with bussed me so idk why you’d wnana believe what he said PLUS he nonmed me [2/03/2017 1:51:42 pm] Roxyearl (EMVivor Host): pluses its pretty obvious how bad my social game is in glee bb [2/03/2017 1:52:00 pm] Roxyearl (EMVivor Host): so i assumed u wouldn’t be foolish enough to waste your hoh like that [3/1/17, 11:13:24 PM] Roxy: XD this is my tryna save myself [3/1/17, 11:13:25 PM] Roxy: kekek

[3/1/17, 11:26:50 PM] Roxy: rather [3/1/17, 11:26:53 PM] Roxy: there were 4 noms [3/1/17, 11:26:54 PM] Roxy: *Are [3/1/17, 11:27:08 PM] Roxy: and 1 is a target of a majority pre made in this game [3/1/17, 11:27:22 PM] Roxy: so ill be safe if he doesn’t win pov

[3/3/17, 6:13:22 PM] Roxy: Yes lolits a buyback now [3/3/17, 6:13:29 PM] Roxy: It was 3-3 [3/3/17, 6:13:34 PM] nightoned: ouch [3/3/17, 6:13:41 PM] Roxy: And that hoe nicholas voted me out the hoh

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crossbows-and-moonshine · 5 years

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Lunacy Fringe (Chapter 12)

Some shit you've all been waiting for. I hope you're all enjoying this story so far. I’m not sure how long this one’s gonna be but I feel like it might end soon-ish. Not quite yet but maybe around chapter 20? I don't know yet, it depends what happens. Sometimes my muse throws shit at me that goes off on a tangent loool

This chapter is just like over 3k words of smut. But I mean, it's finally happening so there you go :’)

Enjoy!

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Zoey woke the next morning feeling safe in Daryl's arms. When he hadn't been there, she had barely slept with her nightmares plaguing her. But she had slept soundly, feeling refreshed with him there with her. She lay there content as she woke up properly and then suddenly she was very aware of the bulge pressing against her ass. She expected to feel repulsed, to feel scared, but she didn't. She felt a strange tingling between her legs that she hadn't felt in a number of years.

Never would she ever have thought she would feel aroused again after all that had happened to her. Her body had healed fully in her time here but her mind was fragile. Yet Daryl made her feel safe, secure. Nothing was pressured or forced. And she found her body reacting to his in a normal way for people in a relationship and it made her blush. It was nice to know what she went through wasn’t affecting her to that extent. That she felt so comfortable with him that there wasn't any fear there with something like this.

She nibbled her lower lip as she turned in his arms, smiling to herself at his sleeping face. He looked so much younger when he slept, so peaceful. He was so handsome it made her eyes hurt. And he didn't even realise just how beautiful he was. She looked at his broad shoulders, she didn't think she’d ever seen anyone with shoulders like him. She felt that tingling again and she found her hands wandering his body as he slept. She palmed his cock through his boxers, butterflies blooming in her belly at the contact. The first consensual contact in a long while, and she enjoyed it. He hummed softly in his sleep and shifted against her hand and it made her cheeks heat up. She felt like such a perv touching him when he slept but she couldn't help it. Her body was reacting strongly to him.

Her big eyes watched his face intently as her hand slipped into his boxers, gripping his length as she started to move her hand. A low groan left his lips as he arched into her hand, his eyes fluttering open with a furrowed brow. He was confused, he didn't know what the fuck was going on but he knew it felt good. She smirked a little, stroking him a little faster and making him moan. He gripped her wrist, stilling her motions and she frowned at him as he blinked at her, his brain catching up with himself. She was fucking jerking him off and he felt like he’d woken up on another planet.

“Ya doin’ girl?” he asked, his voice rough from sleep as he stared at her. Her cheeks flamed red, unsure how to act. She hadn't really expected him to stop her.

“Well… I thought it was obvious,” she snorted, trying to cover her embarrassment as she looked at him. A deep frown etched onto his face and it made her heart sink a little.

“Ya don’t have to,” he sighed, making her move her hand away. The rejection stung like a bitch and she felt so fucking stupid.

“Sorry. I just… I shouldn't have presumed you wanted it,” she muttered as she sat up, ready to flee the room and hide in a hole for the rest of her days on the earth.

“Hey! I didn't say that!” he insisted as he sat up and grabbed her wrist again, stilling her before she dived off the bed. She was on her knees, unable to look him in the eye and he was kicking himself for not being able to vocalise shit better, for embarrassing her. She had caught him off guard and he knew this was a delicate situation.

“I do want it Zo...Just, I don't want ya to feel like ya have to,” he said carefully, making her look at him.

“I know I don't have to. That's the point. I wanted to. You make me feel safe, you make me feel things I didn't think I’d ever feel again,” she admitted feeling the embarrassment consume her whole at having to talk about it. She just wanted to touch him and not have to deal with awkward situations like these.

He licked his lower lip, digesting her words. It was weird to him that a girl like her would want to touch him that way but they were in a relationship, she must find him attractive. No matter how fucking bizarre that might be to him. The level of trust she was showing him with this was almost overwhelming. He felt bad for embarrassing her. He felt good that she felt safe with him like this. And it wasn't like he didn't want her. He did, fucking badly but he hadn't been sure how to make a move. He was fine making moves on girls when he was drunk, but he wasn't drunk and she had been through a lot. This was new territory for him.

“C’mere,” he murmured, blue eyes looking at her imploringly. She crawled back over to him, the excitement swelling inside of her again as he stared her down.

The look he was giving her made her feel shy almost. He was looking at her like he wanted to make her his next meal and it made her stomach flip around on her in a good way. The tension between them was thick and it reminded Daryl of when they would train together, how close their bodies were, how the sexual tension would ramp up until it was overwhelming. Now she finally wanted to do something about it and it gave him confidence. He pulled her close as he kissed her, stealing her breath away as she melted into him. The kiss was more heated than usual. They usually kept it tame, the pair of them wary of taking the next step. They weren’t wary now though and he was kissing her desperately and she moaned against his lips.

He moved her to lay on her back, breaking the kiss just because his lungs needed fucking oxygen. His hands slid up her sides and she tensed, grabbing his wrists and stilling his motions. He stilled completely, looking at her worried. He was scared she had changed her mind, that he had scared her. The last thing he wanted was for her to fear him.

“S’wrong?” he asked, concern lacing his voice. The thought of her being scared of him made his heart ache dully in his chest. He didn't like it at all.

“Can we just… keep the shirt on. Please?” she asked, her voice a mere whisper as she averted her eyes. Her cheeks were crimson. He looked down at her confused for a moment before realisation dawned on his face.

He wanted to argue with her, to tell her she was beautiful and it didn't matter about her marks. Of course they lit a rage in him when he thought about how they got there, but it didn't make him any less attracted to her. If anything they made him more attracted to her. They were a testament to how strong she was, that she was a survivor. He didn't argue with her though. He respected her enough to not push her. She wasn't comfortable and that was fine by him. He had been in the same situation with his own scars and he knew better than anyone how it felt, the shame that followed him.

He nodded, making her relax under him and he leant down, kissing her again. He could feel how her tension melted away and he was happy, glad to put her at ease.

“Ya trust me?” he rasped against her lips, his blue eyes looking at her earnestly. She nodded without hesitation and it pleased him greatly, making his heart tug inside of his chest. That look in his eyes was back, like she was his prey, and it only served to excite her.

He shuffled down and she watched him curiously as he settled on his stomach between her legs. His eyes never left hers as he stroked up her thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake as she looked at him. He looked down then, making her blush at where he was looking. He nuzzled her thigh and she let out a noise between a squeak and a moan, it made him grin against her skin. He loved seeing this side to her. He could be bashful and shy about a lot of shit, but when he was turned on his brain would shut the fuck up for once. After waking to her touching him and her telling him she wanted this, he couldn't help the raging hard on he was dealing with. His confidence was up for once in his damn life and he was revelling in it. He’d never understand why she was with him, why she wanted him, but she did. He wasn't going to question it, he was going to run with it and make every moment count. She was sexy as hell and the sexual tension between them had been almost unbearable. Now he was finally getting what he wanted.

He ran his nose along her slit against her panties, her scent intoxicating him as he groaned. She was fucking soaked, even through her panties. Knowing he had done this to her made him feel fucking good and his cock was aching it was so hard. She bit her lower lip, her breathing ragged as the excitement ran through her veins. He didn't bother to take her panties off. He knew this was a big deal for her. This was the first time she had done anything like this after all she had been through. And after her being worried about taking her shirt off, he didn't want her to feel so exposed. Instead, he pushed her panties aside, leaning forward as his tongue darted out and gave her a teasing lick from her entrance to her clit. A needy moan left her lips and it was the sweetest fucking sound he’d ever heard. He wanted to make her feel good, to show her that it didn't have to hurt or feel bad. He wanted to erase all the bad shit that had happened to her.

With one hand hooked in her panties to keep them to the side, the other hooked around her thigh, her legs parted as he started swirling his tongue around her clit. Her body writhed as the pleasure overwhelmed her. It felt like her whole body was tingling, the pleasure building up already. She tasted fucking amazing. He’d always loved going down on a girl and it had been a fucking while since he’d had the pleasure. It was so much better than any other time though. It was with her.

He unhooked his arm from her thigh and slipped a finger inside of her, making her moan loudly. He was still conscious to be careful, knowing the shit she had been through in the back of his mind. She was tight and he found himself grinding against the mattress, seeking out friction before he fucking died with how much his dick was aching. He started fucking her with his finger as his mouth assaulted her clit. Alternating between teasing licks and then sucking on it greedily.

She was a writhing mess, moaning wantonly, unable to help herself at the feeling that was consuming her. She couldn't form a coherent thought, her body on fire as her release started to creep up on her. Her moans only fueled Daryl's ego, loving how good he was making her feel. She was soaked and he added another finger, feeling like she could handle it. A keening moan left her lips and he was almost startled by how loud it was for a moment. It was like a chain reaction though as her back arched and her body jerked as she came. He kept it up until her body went limp and he placed a soft kiss to her clit, making her whimper. He sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he looked down at her. He couldn't help the smug smirk at the look on her face as she blinked up at him. She looked like she’d been to heaven and back and he was the one to make her feel that way.

She lay there dazed and gave him a lazy smile. She felt fucking amazing, on cloud nine and she was relishing in it. Daryl grinned as he flopped next to her on his side and she rolled to face him.

“That was just...wow,” she snorted with pink cheeks, making his ego inflate even more. He couldn't help the smirk as he leant down and kissed her softly.

“Glad ya enjoyed it,” he smirked, making her snort again. She stroked his firm chest softly and her hand trailed down, making him tense. He grabbed her wrist like before and she groaned in frustration.

“Let me return the favour,” she frowned at him, making him sigh.

“Ya don’t have to, not if ya don’t want,” of course he wanted her to, more than anything. He was sure his dick would fall off soon if he didn’t find release with how hard he was. But he was still so paranoid of the shit she had been through, of her feeling forced into shit. He wouldn't ever do that to her and he needed her to know she didn't have to do a damn thing if she didn't want to.

“I do want to Daryl. Please, let me touch you,” she pleaded, making him swallow thickly. Well shit if that wasn't the hottest thing he’d heard. Fucking begging to touch him. Any self-control he had flew right at the window and he found himself nodding, looking at her with a hooded gaze. She grinned triumphantly and he shook his head with a snort at her. She sat up, making him lay on his back. She looked at him and he couldn't tear his eyes away from her as she hooked her nimble fingers into his waistband and peeled his boxers off him, tossing them on the floor. He might have felt self-conscious but he was so turned on, his brain wasn't thinking, it wasn't being its usual asshole self.

She looked down at his hard cock, biting her lip a little at the excited tingle than ran down her spine. She leant down and their eyes locked as she gave him a teasing lick. He bit down on his lower lip with a groan. He was mentally storing these images away for if he ever needed them. This shit was hot as hell. She engulfed his cock into her warm wet mouth and his head fell back, lips parted with a moan at the feeling. It had been a long fucking time since anyone had even touched him, let alone sucked his dick. He knew he wouldn't be able to last long.

She started sucking his cock, head bobbing up and down as she took him in as far as she could, her soft hand at the base to get what couldn't fit into her mouth. He was moaning as he threaded a hand into her hair, hips arching just a little as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

“Shit Zo, fuckin’ close” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as the pleasure built up rapidly inside of him. He wanted to warn her, to give her the chance to move away before he came, not wanting to force her to let him cum in her mouth. She watched him as she worked her magic on him, smirking around him at seeing him like this. There was something so sexy about him lay there moaning and panting, watching him unravel.

His breathing was harsh and fast, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to hold off as long as he could. He never wanted it to end. He couldn't remember it ever feeling this fucking good when he had a girl suck his dick. The grip on her hair tightened a little as his body tensed. He felt like a string pulled so taut it was about to snap. She looked at him before taking him in even further, experimentally deep throating him for a moment. The string snapped and something akin to a loud growl left his lips as his body went completely tense. He spilled himself into her mouth, hips arching as she continued to suck on him, working him through his orgasm. When his body relaxed and sagged against the bed, she moved away, swallowing everything in her mouth. She wiped her mouth with her hand and looked at him.

He was sweaty, his hair stuck to his forehead as he lay there panting, trying to catch his breath. He looked beautiful, she smiled to herself as she admired him. He was like a dark angel. She moved to lay next to him and he opened his eyes, looking at her with so much adoration. Their connection felt even deeper now, their bond even stronger as one more hurdle was passed. She smiled sweetly at him and his heart clenched in his chest so painfully. He fucking loved her, he loved her so much it overwhelmed him. He smiled back, still riding his high as he pulled her to lay on his chest. She snuggled into him and sighed contently, the pair of them enjoying the closeness.

They knew they'd have to get up soon, but they wanted to enjoy the time they had here like this, in their own little bubble with just the two of them. He stroked her hair softly and nuzzled the top of her head. He felt so relaxed now. It had been a damn while since he came like that. Using his hand wasn't really the same as having a girl suck him off. Especially a girl like Zoey. A girl he was in love with.

“I don’t wanna get up,” she whined softly, making him huff a laugh at her.

“Let's just stay here for a bit,” he rasped, a content smile on his lips as he wrapped his arms around her. He held her for a bit before her breathing evened out and he looked down at her. She had fallen asleep again, worn out. He grinned to himself, holding her close and relishing the feeling of her in his arms. When the fuck had he ever felt this happy and carefree? Never. Not once in his life had he felt like this before and it was fucking glorious to feel this way.

His life had been riddled with pain and sadness, he didn't remember a single moment where he felt genuinely happy. And then this fucking angel comes into his life and turns it upside down. He felt like he didn't deserve her. He had failed so many people, just fucking failed them and caused so much shit to happen. But yet he was graced with her in his life. He’d never really grasp just why she wanted to be with him, but he had given up trying to understand it. She was here, with him, and that's all he needed. There wasn't a damn thing he wouldn't do to keep her by his side. It just felt right. It felt like she was meant to be there, like she had been missing all along. He never thought he’d find love at all, let alone after the world turned to shit. It was like she was the missing jigsaw piece in his life, the one he didn't even know was missing. He felt so complete with her like this. It was strange for him, to feel genuinely happy. It felt so fucking foreign to him now. But he liked it, he loved the way she made him feel. Like a real man, like a good guy. She was fucking everything to him.

He knew he loved her, he’d known for a bit now it must be love. He wanted to tell her, he found himself often almost blurting it when he was with her as she smiled at him like the sun shone outta his ass. He just couldn't bring himself to. As happy as he was, the fear of rejection still ran deep inside of him. He knew he was punching well above his weight with her and the fear that she didn't feel as deeply for him as he felt for her was a scary one. He could deal with it if he didn't know, he could pretend she did in his head. But if he knew for sure she didn't feel for him that way, it would cut him deep. He didn't know how she could feel for him like that, he thought he was a piece of shit. Yet she was here with him, trusting him so much with being so close to him. The confusion and fear of rejection were enough to firmly keep his mouth shut on the issue. Maybe he should talk to Carol and see what she said about it.

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Such a Softer Sin (chapter one)

I know you all probably hate me since I’ve not been updating my other fics, but my muses have been all over the place. This one came to me, I had to write it.

It was supposed to be something short and sweet, I had planned for it to be around five chapters. But the boys had other ideas and decided they wanted more attention, so it’s ended up being a lot longer. And I mean a lot longer! :’)

The good news is that I’ve actually finished this fic which means you won't have to wait so long between chapters because they're all written. This is a first for me, I’ve never completed a fic before so yay me! :’) I’m using my own experience for Lila and her grandfather, I went through this with my grandma, so all of this is personal experience and some of it was very hard to write.

This is set pre BDS.

The title of this fic comes from lyrics, I caught fire- the used. One of my fav bands ever. I was listening to the song when this idea hit me.

‘So kiss me like you did,

My heart stopped beating,

Such a softer sin.’

Also, my Daryl Dixon muse is back and I’ve currently got 5 Daryl fics in the works. I know, 5, it's ridiculous, but he won’t leave me alone. So if you’re interested in a multi chapter Daryl fic (or five loool) then keep your eyes peeled. I’m trying to get at least 15 chapters for each of them before I start posting so that you aren't kept waiting like you have been with my others!

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Thunder boomed in the sky as the metaphorical heavens opened, the sky alight with flashes of lightning every so often. Lila ran as fast as her legs could carry her, her clothes stuck to her like a second skin. Of course she would get caught in this weather, she didn't know why she was so surprised at her misfortune when her whole life had been a shit show. Her first day back in Boston and she was already hating being here. She stood huddled under a shops tarp as she tried to figure out where to go next, her arms wrapped around herself like a protective shield from the rain. Her black t shirt and jeans were soaked through and felt uncomfortable, like she was wrapped in a blanket made of ice.

Lila had moved to Boston with her grandfather. She had been his live in help and carer for the past year since his dementia and lung cancer had took a turn for the worst. So when the man said he wanted to go back to Boston, she didn't feel like she could say no, and she had no intentions of not coming with him. She herself was born in Boston, her grandad was Irish and the Irish community here in Southie was booming. She was raised here by her parents, but when she was 10, her mother and grandfather decided to move to New York after her father was murdered. He was caught in the crosshairs of a mafia war, just an innocent bystander that was collateral damage. And as a result, she was left fatherless and heartbroken. She never wanted to set foot back in Boston after that, she wasn't stupid enough to think the mafia weren't still running things here despite the 11 years that had gone by. But her grandfather really wanted to come back here, the closest to home he could get since he couldn't travel. He knew he didn't have too long left, and she couldn't really deny him what was essentially his dying wish.

When they arrived, the small apartment they’d rented wasn't what she’d expected. She wasn't exactly well off and didn’t have some fancy ass place back in New York, but this was ridiculous. The whole thing was like one big room, the only private bit being the bathroom that had nothing but a toilet and a sink. There wasn't even a shower. And then there had been the search for a part time job that she had undertaken as soon as they unpacked. She didn't want to leave her grandfather at all, but he couldn't work and she needed to earn at least some money in order for them to live. But it seemed no one was fucking hiring. Either that or no one wanted to hire her. And now, on her way back home, she was caught in a storm, and she fucking hated them. Loud noises as always scared her, sending her back to being a 10 year old girl and hearing the gunshot from the car as her dad was shot, walking back to the car from paying for gas.

She was soaked, cold and scared and she needed to get inside somewhere to wait for the rain to calm down. She hadn't expected the storm, if she did she would have worn a fucking coat. Her red wavy hair that she had inherited from her mother was luckily up in a messy bun, bar a few tendrils that framed her face, lest it clung to her head and make her look like a drowned rat. She really fucking hated storms. She saw a sign across the road for a pub and she made a mad dash for it. It would be warm inside at least, and it was an Irish bar. She always felt at home there, her mother worked in one back when they lived here and then worked at another in New York. She pushed open the door and the warmth enveloped her, making her sigh with relief. She moved to sit in a booth and closed her eyes. She didn't even realise she was shivering, her clothes still wet and cold and the hair that fell around her face was dripping onto her. The warm air in the pub could only do so much to warm her whilst she was still wearing them and piss wet through.

She sniffled a little and hoped to God she wouldn't come down with a cold from being caught in the rain. She seemed to get sick at every fucking chance and it made her life that much harder. She was in her own world when a blanket was suddenly draped around her and a shot of whiskey placed in front of her, she looked up shocked only to find a pair of piercing blue eyes looking at her.

“Ye looked cold love.” The man said with a boyish smile, looking almost innocent despite his smoldering looks. She blinked at him for a minute like the cold had made her brain malfunction a little. He had dark brown hair and was dressed in a black t shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders and a pair of jeans, almost mirroring what she herself was wearing.

“Uh...thanks.” She replied, still looking a little confused. Since her life was mainly looking after her grandfather now, she had almost forgot just how it was to be in an Irish pub. The people in New York were so closed off, the opposite to how they were in this little Irish community here in Southie. He chuckled a little and shifted on his feet, looking like he wanted to sit in the booth with her but was fighting against the urge. Maybe he was waiting for her to offer, not wanting to just impose himself on her, but she couldn't find it in herself to ask him to, she wasn't really in the mood for company.

She wasn't really sure what to say, she was cold and miserable at her failure to get a job and she was worried about her grandad being back home alone whilst she was caught out in the storm. When she didn't say anything else, the man gave her a nod with a small smile before returning to sit at the bar, next to a guy wearing the same clothes but with dark blonde hair. The blonde was looking at her and he looked almost concerned and she wasn't sure why it unsettled her. She turned away from them and downed her shot, welcoming the warmth that spread through her body as she did. The men kept looking at her every so often as they spoke in hushed tones but she ignored it. If she learned anything from coming from an Irish family and having a mother that worked in Irish pubs, it was that they looked out for each other, it was one of the reasons she chose to come inside here to get warm and not anywhere else.

A few minutes passed before the barmaid came over, she looked around 40 with dark brown hair with a few grays mixed in. She had a kind face as she came over.

“Can I get ye anythin’? Some food or somethin’?” She asked with a warm smile. Lila wondered just how bad she looked if everyone seemed so concerned about her. She knew she was soaked through and she could feel her body trembling pretty bad, but she hadn’t caught a glimpse of herself and she wasn't sure she wanted to with how everyone was acting.

“I’m okay thank you. I just need to wait for the storm to pass.” She replied with a small smile of her own, but it didn't meet her eyes.

“Do ye need te call anyone? We have a phone ye can use.” The woman offered politely. Lila thought about it, it would be good to check in with her grandad and make sure he was okay.

“Yeah, thanks. I need to check in with my granda.” Despite the fact she was born in Boston, her parents were both Irish born and bred. Lila didn't have an accent yet she still said the same terms the Irish used as a result of her Irish upbringing. The woman could tell she had at least some Irish in her, her hair was a dead giveaway and her pale skin. The woman nodded and led her to the phone behind the bar and Lila followed gratefully, the blanket still wrapped around her.

The phone wasn't exactly private, it was right behind the bar and next to the man who had helped her earlier and his friend. They were both watching her curiously and it was making her slightly uncomfortable as she picked up the receiver and dialed her grandfather's new number. She knew the men wouldn't be able to hear the whole conversation and she hoped the lull of conversation in the bar was enough to drown out her side of it too. After a few rings her grandfather answered.

“Hello?” He asked gruffly, making her grimace a little. Her grandfather was always a lovely man, affectionate and happy. But since his condition got worse he started getting angry, a short fuse. His confusion made him mad and she felt sorry for him. She couldn't even imagine what it would be like to forget things like he did, important things and people.

“Granda? Are you okay?” She asked softly, her hand clutching the receiver tightly. She knew when he sounded like this he was having one of his moments.

“Who the fuck is this?” He barked at her. Her heart squeezed a little, she would never get used to having to deal with this.

“It’s Lila granda, your granddaughter, remember?” She prompted softly, sometimes that was enough to make him remember and snap out of it, but as time went on it was getting harder and harder to do it.

“I don’t have a granddaughter! Are ye takin’ the piss? Who is this?” He growled angrily, making her bow her head and inhale a shaky breath. It didn't matter how many times she went through this, every time he forgot who she was and acted like this towards her, it hurt like hell. She felt tears stinging her eyes and she tried to summon the courage to answer him.

“I just told you granda, it’s Lila. Your daughter Mary’s daughter. I live with you remember? I take care of you.” Her voice wobbled as she spoke, betraying her at how upset she was getting. There was a long silence on the phone and she wondered if he was even still there.

“Aye...Lila...where are ye? Shouldn't be out in a storm lass.” She breathed a sigh of relief and sniffled a little, a mixture of the cold and the pain expanding in her ribcage.

“I got stuck in the rain granda, I’m waiting it out in a pub. I’ll be home soon okay?” She said softly as she wiped her eyes. She knew despite the fact he currently remembered her, once she got home she would have to go through it again. It was never ending and it was getting harder for her to deal with. The 21 year old girl hadn't ever expected to be caring for another person like this, to have to watch them deteriorate before her very eyes. The man had raised her after her father had died, it was killing her to see him like this.

“Alright, be safe gettin’ home Delila.”

“I will granda. Love you.” She wiped her eyes again and bit her lower lip with a sigh.

“Love ye too.” With that, he hung up.

Lila put the phone back and heaved a sigh, she could feel eyes on her and she glanced to her left to see the same two men watching her sympathetically and she fucking knew they had heard her. She looked away feeling weak and pathetic for being such a mess and walked back over to the booth she had been sitting at. Ten minutes later the rain had calmed down enough and she knew she had to go before it picked up again. She stood and folded the blanket neatly, bringing it with her empty shot glass to the bar and handing them to the barmaid from earlier. The woman gave her a warm smile before she slipped out of the door and made her way back to the tiny apartment that she now shared with her grandfather.

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