Requests are closed! My motivation can disappear at any moment but if needed Iāll say if Iām taking a break.
Requests being written-
Yandere!James Gordon jr. x Barbara Gordon
JD x innocent!reader
Stalker!Tate Langdon x reader
Tate Langdon x female reader (their relationship is abusive)
Tate Langdon x reader (he sneaks into her room to have his way with her)
Active Shooterā(Any fics about Tate Langdon that revolves around the shooting)
On Your Knees For Salvation-
My Gun Met Her Lips (well, she can take it stop throwing a fit)āa sequel to the one above
The Sheriffās Sunshineā(Rick Grimes/Beth Greene fics)
Shot Through The Heart
Hi everyone! My name is Dylan (she/her. 19) You can refer to me as any nickname youād like! Iām currently in college and some weeks are busy for me.
I adore interacting with my followers and you can message me whenever. If you feel more comfortable sending a request through DM I wouldnāt mind writing something for you.
This is my writing blog for whatever fucked up stuff Iām into at the moment. I only write nsfw for 18+ so please keep this in mind when requesting. Also, I write really dark content at times so if that triggers you donāt interact with me. Of course Iāll always add warnings beforehand and you know your limits best.
I can try writing for a fandom not on my list but it might take a while. Or I might have to deny the request.
I donāt condone anything I write irl.
When requesting make sure to be as descriptive as possible! It seriously helps me a lot.
Iāll add onto this whenever something comes to mind!
My fandoms-
DC Comics
The Walking Dead
Vampire Academy (books only)
Vampire Knight (anime only)
American Horror Story (I havenāt watched it yet)
Halloween (2007-2009)
Heathers
The Lord of The Rings and The Hobbit
Iāll write-
Fics/oneshots
Headcanons
AUās
Missing scene fics (I can add something to a specific scene you wished wouldāve happened or create something for you that expands canon, a relationship, etc)
I could try writing fics based on certain songs
I can try writing character x reader
Character x character
Who Iāll write for-
DC: The Joker, Barbara Gordon (Batgirl/Oracle), Jason Todd, James Gordon jr., etc (Iām a bit more ļæ¼ļæ¼knowledgeable of these characters)
TWD: Rick Grimes, Beth Greene, Shane Walsh (more to come)
Vampire Academy: Rose Hathaway, Adrian Ivashkov, Lissa Dragomir, Christian Ozera, Avery Lazar (more to come)
Vampire Knight: Yuki Cross/Kuran, Kaname Kuran, Shizuka Hio, Maria Kurenai
AHS: Tate Langdon (I feel like Iāve got a good idea of his character)
Halloween: Michael Myers, Laurie Strode/Angel Myers
Heathers: JD and Veronica Sawyer
The Lord of The Rings, The Hobbit and Shadow of Mordor/War: Aragorn, Arwen, Legolas, Tauriel, Thranduil, Celebrimbor, Galadriel, Sauron/Annatar, Boromir, Faramir, Ćowyn, Ćomer, ThĆØoden, etc. (Iāve never written for this fandom before though)
Themes-
Angst
Fluff
Hurt/comfort
Hurt without comfort
Rape/non-con
Stalking
Kidnappingļæ¼
Yandere
Age gap (nothing 14 or younger/adult type of stuff)
Teacher/student
Being forced into a relationship
Forced vampirism
Forced worship (as in someone having a superiority/God complex. They make another āworshipā them)
Loss of virginity
Incest
School shooting (only for Tate Langdon if you want to go this route. Obviously this topic is VERY sensitive so please block this tag if youād rather not see it. I donāt shy away from darker topics)
Kinks Iāll write-
Blood
Authoritative (the use of Sir, things like that)
Uniform (Sheriff/Officer, Military, Nurse)
Degradation
Voyeurism
Biting
Choking
Throat fucking
Gun and knife play
Boot worship (specifically combat boots) ļæ¼
Dumbification
Piss or bladder control (havenāt written yet)
Tags-
Dylan speaks (updates)
Dylan rambles (sharing my thoughts)
Dylanās writing (self-indulgent fics)
Chatting with my beloved (when talking to anons or ļæ¼mutuals)
Finished letter (when a request is complete)
On the list (currently being written)
Unable to fulfill a desire (denied request)
Under the sheets (NSFW request)
Taken emojis for anons-
ļæ¼āļø, š„, š
Thanks for taking the time to read all of this š
hiii are you still writing fics or have you stopped? i really enjoy your writing
Heyyy, yes I am still writing but unfortunately there hasnāt been enough time for that lately. I will for sure finish those as soon as possible, maybe during the weekends. I started university again so itāll take me longer to get requests completed.
Iām so happy you enjoy my writing, youāre so sweet ā„ļø
Everyone awaiting a request: Iām sorry that I havenāt written it out yet. Iām just so busy atm with life in general and university but someday soon I will eventually get to them. Iāve started writing out a few of the requests but theyāre far from ready but Iām excited for you all to read what Iāve got planned :)
have you watched the movie zero day? you should watch it if you havenāt !
Hey!! I havenāt seen that movie but Iāve heard of it and it seems interesting. However, I watched a documentary series called Zero Hour (you should check that out!) that we watched in my Psychology class for our serial killer unit.
Tbh one of the reasons I got into dark fic writing was because of my interest in true crime and the fact I could explore so many different scenariosļæ¼/characters. Especially Tate Langdon from AHS. I hope that makes sense.
can you tate x reader where tate is the abusive one in the relationship to the point where he almost kills the reader at some points
this one the reader tries to leave him but he ends up kidnapping her raping her and digging a hole to āburyā her in while she watches but tate makes her beg for his forgiveness pretty much manipulate her into going back ā¤ļø
Hey anon!! š Did you want to add this to the fic where reader is an abusive relationship with Tate? Or am I thinking of a different request?
Tbh I love ideas such as this one so Iāll for sure add this to the list if I donāt have a request like this already.
i don't really care much on what you do with the yandere! james gordon jr idea so u can do whatever u want with it :0! in my mind, i imagine him having her tied up and drugged. -š
Alright thatās awesome! Iāve got a lot of ideas to work with them.ļæ¼:) Yeah, thatās where my mind was going as well tbh and Iām so excited to write this for you. ļæ¼
My Gun Met Her Lips (well, she can take it stop throwing a fit)
This is a sequel to this request-
This is 18+ so minors donāt interact!
Notes-š„ Anon inspired me to write a sequel to their request that wouldnāt get out of my head. Of course I also got some inspiration from the music I listen to when writing. Hopefully this isnāt too rushed. Tbh Iām not entirely sure where I was going with this.
Tate Langdon x female reader
Trigger warnings-heavy mention of school shooting, forced worship, superiority/God complex, authoritative kink, mention of religion (derogatory), religion as foreplay, non-con/rape, choking, blood kink, gun play, throat fucking. PTSD, trauma related nightmares, slight wound fucking
When I regain consciousness Kevin and Aileen are holding me upright, arms wrapped under my shoulders to support my weight. The second thing I noticed is how uncomfortable I am, my stomach feels bloated and even with support my legs are jello.
āI need to see him. Isā¦is Tate here?ā
āI donāt think thatās a great idea. Youāve already been through too much.ā
Aileenās gentle voice is a welcome contrast to Tateās but I just couldnāt help myself. I needed that closure and despite my better judgment I searched the room, he wasnāt difficult to spot. Thereās blood pooling at his head from a self-inflicted gunshot wound that wasnāt visible from my angle. He was still so close, one arm at an awkward position with fingers grasping his shotgun, facing me but this information made everything much worse. This was Tateās plan all along during whatever fantasyās he had of the shooting. I gasped, beginning to walk as Kevin muttered comforts I wasnāt hearing.
On our way out we passed even more victims but it was clear the worst was literally behind us.
I forced myself to stare at the lifeless bodies that litter the hall, blood smears the wall and I saw whatās left of Markās skull upon passing him. Others were supposedly shot in the back, chest, even the neck. The sight of it all made my stomach churn violently. I tilted my gaze upward when it became too much though it wasnāt long until we got fresh air. Iām guided toward an ambulance while Kevin slips my necklace into my hand and Aileen rubs my back.
āWeāll see you as soon as we can. I promise.ā
Kevinās words melted a bit of the tension away as Iām loaded into the back. I held both their gazes until the door shut and Iām left alone with my wildly running thoughts. My mind kept reverting back to Tate. Especially how he looked after shooting himself. There was so much blood, soaking into the carpet and his uniform. How his body is positioned in an unnatural angle made a sinking feeling form in my chest.
I stare at the ceiling with unseeing eyes, just trying to comprehen what the fuck just happened.
The movement of the vehicle mustāve rocked me to sleep because the next time I open my eyes, Iām in a hospital bed. I mentally prepare myself for whatās to come. The nurse hovering near me immediately noticed my alertfullness and began asking all sorts of questions that I politely answered. But the worst of it was just beginning.
āDo you mind describing your attacker? And if youāre able to explain what exactly happened thatāll help a whole lot.ā
I inhaled deeplyācatching the scent of cleaning supplies and that general hospital smell in the air. I counted to 10 before releasing it once feeling calmed down enough.
I describe how I transferred to Westfield when Tate was a senior, how he took my under his wingāhe was one of few who made an attempt to form a relationship anyway. After lunch we had this routine of going to bathroom so I could pleasure him. Then the examination process was completed after an hour or so. I had to fight the urge to cover myself when somethingās pulled from between my legs. We soon realized it was my underwear he apparently stuffed me with after I fell unconscious and tears sting my eyes that I refuse to let fall. For a moment, I watched a mixture of blood and cum making a small puddle on the tray under me. She gently wipes the area to clean the fluid sticking to my thighs and pussy. There were indeed cuts littering my body but none life threatening. Even though this would greatly help I felt dread the entire time she was examining me and I was overcome with fatigue.
The rest of the procedure went by just as smoothly, I was given a pill, the cuts were sterilized and I was finally able to use the bathroomāgetting more of Tate out of meāand changed into simple clothes I could go home in.
For the next 2 hours Iām supposed to be getting rest, sleep eludes me. I changed positions multiple times but even then I wasnāt able to get comfortable.
āHey y/n. I know the results arenāt in yet but do you think weāre parents?ā
My blood ran cold at the playful voice above me and my eyes snapped open. Of course, even in my dreams Iām haunted by Tate Langdon so why should this be any surprise? His hand cups my cheek lightly, strangely enough heat radiates through his palm and I let out a quick breath.
Heās still in the uniform I saw him in hours ago, hair slicked and I could see the faint outline of a gun under his coat. The low lighting in the room casts him in a strange glow as if heās emitting it.
āUh..are you ready to be a father?ā
āWeāll find out soon enough. I wanted a kid in my late 20ās but plans changed. As you can tell.ā
Suddenly his face is against mine, hand brushing the marks on my neck, making me flinch from such intimacy thatās so different from Tateās actual intentions. His eyes are still almost completely black.
Tate then whispered into my lips as I tilted my head back, trying to get a better look at him.
āYouāll always have a part of me inside you. Isnāt that lovely?ā
Thatās when the nightmare truly begins.
Weāre back in the library. He took a few steps back and I gasp upon seeing the skeletal tattoos covering his entire face and down his neck. Heās yet again holding a shotgun, arcing it over my head before firing. Each shot reverberated in my mind and only disoriented me further.
āSir, help me. Please.ā
Iām on my knees and reaching my hand out toward him, confused as to why he hasnāt helped me to my feet yet. Iām lowering it when Tate grabbed my wrist in a painfully tight grip. Heās towering over me as one would a small child, smiling as if knowing something I didnāt.
āSure doll. Iāll help you.ā
His voice is so breathy and sweet that I almost let out a whimper from the sudden heat. Unaware that heat is actually a second shotgun blast entering my body when the gun was lowered. Of course I didnāt overlook Tate baring his teeth, contradicting what he just said. The smell of blood overwhelms me and my whole body feels uncomfortably hot and numb. With furrowed brows I glanced down to examine myself only to notice blood soaking the front of my shirt.
He laughs once the realization settles as I try moving my legs. Thereās a pins and needles sensation so my first thought is that they fell asleep from being in this position. Not that Iād been paralyzed. I notice the carpet under me feels wet, my clothes clinging to my body from the amount of blood I lost. He suddenly pulls me backward with little effort so I lay on my back, giving my wrist a squeeze.
āTateā¦ā
His name is forced off my tongue in one pained exhale. I adjusted my hand so Iām grasping the one holding onto my wrist, his fingers slipped down and smeared blood across my pale skin before joining mine. Tate glanced away, letting me go and I saw his facial expression transform back into one of seriousness. He moved in the direction of interest but only got a few steps before I caught hold of his combat boot. We made eye contact right as Iām about to lose consciousness.
āDonāt worry about it. Youāre a good little Christian and you're faithful to your God. After all, this is part of the plan I was given from day one.ā
He said this with such confidence it further disgusted me. How could Tate feel no remorse for killing our classmates in cold blood while trying to justify it?
Dislodging his boot from my grasp, he walked in the direction of 2 crying girls and upon seeing the shooter their sobbing got louder. Tate slammed his gun on the tabletop, making one of them scream. He then knelt down, sliding a hand downward to rest on his knee. He cocks his shotgun while making direct eye contact with them.
āI found you.ā
He smiled and aimed at the girl closest to him before pulling the trigger. Her brains flew all over the floor and blood soaked the otherās shirt. The brunette grabbed at Tate, pleading with him to spare her but all he did was laugh in her face. He kicked her without a second thought and she landed backward in a pool of blood, holding her chest and making herself as small as possible. Heās enjoying himself way too much as he spins toward me, grinning from ear to ear.
āAhhā¦Iām back. Are you still with me?ā
āPlease donāt let me die.ā
Iām looking directly into Tateās eyes once he lowered his body over mine. Apparently he didnāt mind his uniform getting dirty from the way heās pressed into me. I didnāt bother hiding my distress. Delirious from blood loss, I slipped my arms around his neck, holding on like Iād fall without him supporting me. His shotgun rested at my chin, forcing my head back so Iām unable to look away.
āFuckā¦itās like your on your period. What type of God would I be to allow my most faithful to die?ā
Somehow Iām able to feel him between my thighs, forcing his cock inside my slippery hole. His hands go under my shirt, skilled fingers lightly graze the gunshot wound in a way that makes me sighāheās caressing my breast while placing a finger or two in as if between my legsāgetting blood all over his hand and a new reaction when brought to my lips. I cleaned each finger which only encouraged him.
āHang in there for a bit longer doll.ā
I shivered from the feeling of him inside my wound and pussy. Although the gun prevents a lot of movement, I tried repositioning my neck so itās not stiff later. My shaking hands grip his shoulders as he thrusts over and over again. Tateās free arm is then outstretched and I realized the shotgun is no longer applying pressure.
The next shot leaves my ears ringing and I feel his hand invading the bloody mess he created in my broken body. Like Tate wishes to fuck my insides just as intenselyāwhich indeed he does when darkness comes over my vision.
Iām vaguely aware of liquid seeping from my aching cunt and I cried out when thereās excruciating pain in the gunshot wound. The feeling of him in a spot where there shouldnāt be a hole is sickening, heās literally rearranging my organs with each thrust as his cock takes up the limited space. However, it seems Tate wonāt last long by the way he twitched. Heās breathing heavily now.
My overheated body trembles from the force of his movements as the most perverse noises reach my ears. Iām able to hear him rocking into meāthe wetness of blood soaking him and only aiding in decreasing unwanted frictionāchasing release thatās fast approaching.
Iām only seconds away from passing out when I feel his cum shooting into my insides. My hands fell from his shoulders once a moan escaped.
I exhaled sharply once metal was against my head in less than a minute. Then all I feel is an indescribable pain and then nothing at all.
I awoke with a start, almost falling off the bed due to how violently I got to my feet. I rushed toward the bathroom and vomited whatever was left in me. After my body stopped regurgitating I made my way to the sink, swishing water and spit to get the acidic taste from my mouth before sitting in bed. Just when I got comfortable a doctor came in to reveal the tests were negative. I let out a breath I didnāt know I was holding, thanked him and proceeded to get everything ready for my departure once alone.
I arrived home not long after leaving the hospital and throughout the ride my mom listened to my description of what happened. I was yet again forced to remember every shot, plea and cry that reached my ears while Tate made his rounds in the library. I could still feel his icy touch as he fondled my breasts and the warmth of his breath against my neck. Laughter ringing in my ears. It was disgusting and I refused to give Tate the satisfaction of thinking about him longer than I should.
The first thing I did when arriving at our Victorian house was climb the stairs to my room, shut the door and immediately set up a few things. I put a rosary around my neck and placed a cross on my bedside table before kneeling at the foot of my bed. My hands came together as I lowered head, beginning to pray as I always did at night.
āFather, forgive me for I have sinned. I allowed a demon to disrupt my faith in you and lead me astray. He is the work of the Devil and Iāve fallen victim to his charm before the massacre. Mary, Mother of God, I beg you to take me back into your arms as I hope your son will.ā
I didnāt notice his presence until a hand grabbed for my hair and yanked my head back. Iām forced to stare into the eyes of Tate Langdon himself. I soon fought back the urge to cry out as he grabbed the rosary in his other hand, twisting it around my throat to make a crude noose. However, the tightness I feel wasnāt just because of whatās occurring. The first thing I distinguished is Tate currently in uniform. That can only mean one thing and I indeed wished he ended my life.
āWhat did I tell you?ā
Tate gently tugs on the holy item and I slowly turned my body around to face him. For fear of it breaking if heās too rough. Iām sitting on my heels with my neck at an uncomfortable angle due to the fistful of hair still in his grasp. His eyes almost gleam in the darkness and then I noticedāhe took out a pistol from the front of his pants. The look on his face was of demented satisfaction as he raises the weapon.
āTo not worshipā¦a false God.ā
I tried to keep my voice from wavering but the smile he flashed make it clear that hadnāt gone unnoticed. I slightly flinch from the cold metal pressed to my forehead, every nerve in my body screaming to pull away. But thatās what Tate wants me to doāgive him a reason to hurt me more than he already has.
āI still havenāt figure out why youāre so inclined to worship someone other than me. Get on your knees and beg me for forgiveness. You can do that canāt you? Being a woman of faith and all.ā
His voice is as smug as ever. The pistol digs into my skull until I reposition myself so Iām putting all my weight onto my knees. His eyes are burning into mine as I contemplate my next words. My mouth felt completely dry though what I say is of false confidence.
āFo-forgive me, oh God, Sirāmy God. Pleaseā¦please forgive meā¦my Godā¦for Iā¦I have sinned and worshiped another. I need to be cleansed of such unholy desires. Youāre the only one Iām able to confide in.ā
Iām babbling a prayer I hope pleases Tate as he reached over my head to grab the crucifix on my nightstand. I could only watch in horror as he bought it between my shaking thighs. The gun slid across my heated cheek, against my lips but once the empty chamber vibrates throughout my teeth I knew exactly what he wanted. I unwillingly spread myself for him, with quick fingers he threw my panties aside and forced the handheld cross into my cunt without any warning. I unintentionally let out a sob which allowed him to place the muzzle past my lips.
āMmm..thatās right, Mary. Allow your son inside you as you once birthed him. This is what He would want. Relax wonāt you? I promise to make you pure again though your soul will forever remain holy. I must say, your devotion is admirable and youāre so eager to please. I forgive you for each sinful act youāve committed. And for the ones youāll commit in the future.ā
Tate spoke with such gentle conviction. It was as if heās a priest forgiving one of sin despite the disturbing words coming from those blasphemous lips. My tongue moved against the barrel which is being thrust at a steady pace as he works the crucifix further down. I feel it a little more than halfway inside and going further still. I gag around Tateās pistolāhis musk hung thickly on itāand tried moving back as to avoid whatās happening but he removed it, striking me in the face. Hard. Blood immediately filled my mouth and my face stung from such impact. He held a hand under my chin and in response I spit a mouthful of crimson into his palm.
āYou know. Thereās one bullet left and if you make another wrong move Iāll blow your fucking brains out. Understand?ā
āYes Sir. My God. I understand. It wonāt happen again.ā
I keep direct eye contact even though Iām more than tempted to keep my head lowered. I sucked in a breath as he parted my slit to allow my own blood aid in providing lubricant. A few droplets stain the floor as his fingers dipped inside, helping ease the pain of my ļæ¼crucifix buried in me. The pain had subsided after a few long moments but I couldnāt stop thinking how worse this was. Itās a weird, revolting contrast having a metal object stretching my walls.
My breathing has become noticeably heavy and a few barely audibleāand unintentionalāmoans escaped. I wasnāt aware of his hand grasping whatās around my throat until air is forced from my lungs and I gasped. Iām on the edge of conscious when Iām allowed to properly breathe but I couldnāt totally comprehend what just happened. Maybe he tightened it at a certain angle that constricted air. ļæ¼
But when another type of metal is brought to my lips once more I allowed it past. The taste of gunpowder returned and I made an attempt to suck off the gun as if he were the one fucking my throat. My tongue moved along its underside even if there wasnāt a reaction I could obtain.
āI wonder if youād cum quicker I pull the trigger this time.ā
He lowered himself on a knee to get a better survey of my body. Smirking all the while. I willed myself to not recoil as he nuzzled his face into my neck and placed gentle kisses that stopped at the collarbone. Tateās looking up at me with half-lidded eyes and it suddenly brought up a painful recognition that he appears as he once did. The sweet, caring guy I went to prom with and who I wasted so much time on. Before he shot up our school and took away my innocence. I tried blocking out the feeling of something being thrust over and over. It doesnāt at all feel like when Tate was insideāthis feels lifeless and far more perverted. It continues slipping in with ease. My body betrayed me as I felt the heat between my legs grow hotter.
Liquid seeped from my pussy and I couldnāt tell if it was my own arousal or blood. Either way this doesnāt matter because Iām allowed a glimpseāhe lifted the cross to my field of vision thatās now desecrated by his filthy hands, both stained with blood and wetness. The gun is pulling from my aching throat and glistens just the same. Tate groaned from the sight and I feel him shift forward, pressing his unmistakably pulsing erecting into my leg. I whine softly from the feeling that never fails to evoke an unwanted, intense arousal. Breath tickles my face as Tate leaned closer, whispering against my ear.
āI hope youāll remember this lesson. But if not Iāll just have to teach you again. Youād like that wouldnāt youā¦? Little Miss Mary.ā
Tate leaned on his heels, eyes sweeping over me in a predatory way. The gentle smile on his face turned into a smirk that made a chill run down my spine. I gave a shaky nod in answer. I couldnāt understand why he got such enjoyment by using my religion against me. Maybe it contributed to the power of the uniform and gun which equally got him off.
āYouāll be seeing more of me. For now, Iāll let you think on it before taking this further. Iāve got something exciting planned.ā
āThank you for being a merciful God. Iāll make sure to not disobey you in such a way ever again.ā
It felt like I had swallowed acid by the way it left a sour taste once those words left my chapped lips. ļæ¼Although Tate seems pleased enough by the way he brushed hair away from my face and tumbled my lips to clean them. And then his lips are on mine with such intensity that, in surprise, I took in a breath as his tongue ran over mine. We separated after 5 more minutes of one-sided kissing. It left me feeling rather conflicted and ended all too quick. And then Tate practically threw me on the bed without allowing me time to react, hand around my pale throat and tightening the holy item to where it made red indentations appear. Cutting off oxygen entirely.
I begun pulling at his hands in an effort to pry then off but clearly heās much stronger than me. I tried using my legs to kick, get rid of his grip and knock him off my bed but no avail. Darkness quickly came over me. When I wake up Iām still halfway naked, sore from his assault but underneath sheets. My gaze immediately goes to the cross where it sat on the bedside table, alongside the rosary. Thankfully no liquid seems to stain them. It made relief and dread course through meāat the thought of whatās to follow while recovering and what Tate has planned. Had he actually cleaned them off in an act of kindness? Or was he trying to lull me into a false sense of security? Time would tell I suppose.
ļæ¼
The next night was filled with a nightmare I hadnāt thought fathomable. Perhaps it was due to Tateās whistling I heard when trying to fall asleep. It was like a record playing in my mind which now prompts my heart to race.
Iām accompanied by Tate and weāre both in uniformāIām wearing a more Army affiliated one where Tateās in all black with that dark blue military coat. Both our hair is slicked and we carry shotguns as we walked through the hallway, shooting anyone whoās unfortunate enough to cross our path. But we chose the busiest hall for that reason. It was pure chaos once the first shots rang out and I waste no time in shooting at the group stampeding for the closest exit. I shot one girl in the middle of her back, a guy in the neck and another in their head. Heading away from the cafeteria I quickly realized a girl huddled under a stairwell. She looks at me while shielding her head with both arms, sobbing uncontrollably. I stood right in front of her, lowering my gun so it rested against them before firing, after, it was like her arms snappedābing positioned at unnatural angles from the impact of the blast made bones protrude. Oddly enough Iām not distressed by my decision to join Tate in his righteous quest. I donāt feel anything besides a sense of justification that further calmed my doubts. Of course he was quick to reassure as well.
I reloaded my weapon and immediately glanced at Tate who nods in acknowledgment. A smile and dangerous gleam in his eyes told me all I needed. I started moving in the opposite direction of our destination when his voice had me looking over my shoulder.
āCome on, doll. Youāre not gonna back out now are you?ā
āNo Sir. Iām ready to finish whatās expected of us. Give me a minute.ā
I walked back the way we came to make sure no one played dead. The girl I shot in the back had grabbed for my coat, pulling on the fabric while asking for my assistance. A smile formed as I placed my combat boot onto her throat, applying pressure until her face turned red.
āYou know. Iāve always wanted to further put someone in their place like this.ā
I put all my weight into my foot but not enough to really do damage. Sheās trying to say something while clawing at my leg as if that would harm me in some way or deter me from killing her. I just looked at her as I leveled the barrel to her skull before pulling the trigger. Sheās unrecognizable after and I exhaled unevenly at the sight. It was fascinating how a gunshot can disfigure a person and the power a gun wields. My boots squeak momentarily as I stepped in some blood and the noise was sickeningly exciting, as well as what weāre doing. We made our way throughout the school. It was eerily silent but we used that to our advantage to pick off any stragglers.
When we finally arrived at the library it was, as expected, barricaded which he get rid of with a few well placed kicks. There was some noise on the other side after the door is freed of obstacle. ļæ¼
Two sets of boots are heard in the library instead of one. Tate knocked off some books as we moved along the shelves, one of the cheerleaders is flat against it when he steps in front of her.
āDo you believe in God?ā
I was the one to ask the question as Tate aimed at her head while she tried forming an answer between sobs. Finally thereās a āYesā and she crumpled with half her skull still attached when the trigger is pulled. I inhaled and the sharp scent of blood fills my nose.
I turned on my heels, looking down the barrel once the sound of someone running caught my attention. A guy was brave enough to leave the safety of his hiding place, he was so close to the open door and I allowed him to get through the doorframeāand then a bullet tore through his back. He cried out but didnāt continue moving. I swept my outstretched arm to my right, shooting a girl under a table in the leg, striking the guy beside her with a second bullet that pierced his chest. ļæ¼
Tate whistles as he left my side, going about the second part of our plan. The rest was a blur and half of our classmates were dead by the time we got onto our knees. I glanced at Tate and noticed blood splattering his face. It almost seemed like his hair was combed with a bloodstained hand by the way some appears crimson. Before we brought the gun to our heads we intertwined fingers so tightly our knuckles turned white. However, I was saved by my alarm that woke me before gunshots happened to ring out.
āGet out of my head Tate!ā
I buried my face into my pillow after hitting snooze but I could still hear the damn, cheerful tune he whistled. Was this nightmare part of my subconscious that wished to process that trauma and try to make sense of it when asleep? Or was it Tate himself planning these disturbing thoughts into my head for whatever āexciting planā he mentioned yesterday?
Unfortunately it seems Iāll discover the truth sooner than I would like.
Hey guy! So college hasnāt allowed me to write as much as Iād prefer but I promise to write your request eventually or when I get a break in the action. Iām thinking about closing requests pretty soon, just a heads up. Sorry for the delay!
i am begging x reader writers to stop using the term afab. if you mean cis woman reader, say cis woman reader. if you mean gender-neutral reader with a vagina, say gender-neutral reader with a vagina. the character is already getting ass-blasted into next weak, it's not like saying what genitals they have is Too Naughty or something. just say vagina.
afab does not have anything to do with your current genitalia or gender identity.
i loveddd ur tate fic (and the columbine references lol ^_^) ... seriously, you're a great writer.
Iām literally so happy you liked it! š„ŗ Oh, I knew someone would catch those references eventually. :) and thank you so much!!! Iāll try to write the sequel to that fic as soon as I can.
more non con tate I BEG OF U š the man is a literal r4p1st bit weirdly fics abt it are lacking lmao
Fr though I think a lot of people are afraid to write Tate as a rapist even though itās canon. Same with the shooting. But Iām not afraid of writing such themes.
Donāt worry anon, I plan on writing non-con Tate soon ;) It thereās anything youād ļæ¼ specifically want in that fic donāt hesitate to text me or send another ask.
Actually. Iām planning on writing a sequel to the school shooting fic I wrote. Thatāll at some point include Tate being absolutely filthy ļæ¼(using religion as some ļæ¼perverted foreplay) ļæ¼
Notes-I started on this a LONG time ago but I think it came out pretty good. Itās just been sitting in my docs.
This will have mentions from earlier seasons in TWD so obviously quite a few things will be spoiled if you havenāt watched it. Thisāll be darker than I originally intended.
Rick Grimes x Beth Greene
Trigger warnings-age gap (18-40ās), major character death, heavy angst, suicide attempt mention, blood kink, unhealthy coping mechanisms, brief thoughts of fucking a body/Walker, Rick finally lost his shit.
Red.
For a split second thatās all Rick sees.
One drop of blood, right there in his eyes and he veers. But only long enough to thumb above his nose, and after a brief glance at the color heās looking back. Thereās wetness at his neck and when he wiped there too, his fingers were further stained crimson. Heās stunned and robbed blind of the answer to his question of what the hell just happened. The same goes for Daryl, and for a minute they both just stare.
Beth, sheā¦
When reality comes back everythingās almost in slow motion for Rick. Heās in shock, complete and utter shock. He can see it mirrored on Darylās face, just as he can feel it in his own heart. In his veins, pumping weak like theyāre hitting bottom. His breath, all but one inhale, is real slow and shallow like thereās not enough room in his lungs for much more.
But there is, Rick just canāt bring himself to breathe when his eyes fall on Bethās body, crumpled and lifeless against the hospital tiles. Not when thereās a bullet hole covering the spot he just kissed, where his lips just brushed against her golden hair with a receiving whisper.
Christ. Beth was just with him. Just a moment ago his hand moved across her back and grasped her shoulder. Heād pushed her toward their group, to safety. She was just by him. Behind himāin front of him, inches away from leaving with her people. Her family. Him, Daryl, and now sheās deā
The word doesnāt come for Rick, the hall seems to steal it right from him, and it only gets harder with the eerie still. The realization, spanning from both sides, friends and enemies alike. All have identical expressions and all are speechless. Speechless because they just saw an angel shot down in cold blood.
Beth Greene. A sweet, innocent girl with a heart bigger than Atlanta. Sheād been the only mother his daughter knew. Rick was lucky enough to spend that much time with herābefore the prison fell and everything went to shit. But it makes the loss so much harder for Rick to bear.
No words can reason the loss. Thatās all Rick can think as the woman, Dawn, finally looks back his way. Itās all he lets himself think as he watches her face drain with her mistake and a load of regret, as her lips begin to open and move with something like an apologyāsick justification.
I didnāt mean to, they say. Itās worded clear as day. But all Rick does is read them. Heās not listening, not when it doesnāt change things.
Right now thereās no voice loud enough to snap him awake from the nightmare heās in, all thatās staying with him is the stale gunshot. The ringing in his ears, the anger...the pain.
Itās everywhere, in everyone. Wringing their hearts like a towel. Prickling their throats like theyāve been trying to swallow nails for the last few seconds, churning their stomachs like theyāre full of acid. A burn Rick can already feel making its way to his eyes, the corners, where he knows itās bound to eat away just as deep.
In that instant Rickās eyes are burning for it all. Revenge. Grief. Misery. All he has to do is pick one. But just as he lifts his hand, his gun just shy from leaving its holster, someone else takes the shot in his place, someone as badly hurt as he is...if not more.
Daryl rushes forward, handgun already pulled from the front of his belt, aiming. Heās acting on raw emotion, his instincts, the mood, whatever the man damn near wants to call it, and once Daryl pulls the trigger everyone can hear the emptiness heās feelingāin their ears and sense it in their bones.
The shot echoes throughout the hall like it was blasted into a tub full of water. Itās a hollow noise, one that strikes a chord and shakes everyone where they stand. Those just staring in disbelief and those now drawing their guns, and without much effort the chaos overpowers whatever sound comes from Dawnās body when she drops. Dead.
The bitch is dead, but thereās no right in Rickās mind, all the man feels is deprived. Two bits above defeat and frustration with how things just played out, with watching from the sidelines. With the shot...
It wasnāt mine to take. Deep down Rick knows that, and thinks maybe at some point he can accept that.
But not today. Not right now. āCause simply knowing doesnāt stop Rick from feeling bent out of shape. Heās angry. Heās lost. But most of all, heās still ready to take the shot, a shot, any shot. Silently challenging anyone who even looks at him funny.
Rick wants to shoot and his fingerās about a second from clamping down on the trigger like he intends to. But thatās all it stays as...a desire. Thereās no longer a target for him to hit anymoreājust a hall of phony cops, bellowed pleas, and lowering guns.
The other side means to surrender and they show it by standing down first, nice and easy, screaming they mean no harm with a little raise to their hands. But thereās some hesitation from Daryl, Rick can see that from where heās standing, just like he can see the manās resolve losing ground.
And then he crumbles, falling to his knees in front of the blonde girl, sobbing the way Rick wished to but couldnāt. Carol goes over to the man and places a hand on his broad shoulder but no amount of tenderness would comfort the otherāor Rick himself. He moved toward them now, boots echoing in the eerie silence and his heart shattered once more at the sight of Beth. Blood pooled around her now, spreading around her head like a river. The sight makes him nauseously sick.
Daryl hadnāt moved from his spot, grief-stricken and frozen as Carol tried her best to console him with soft whispers. As their leader, everyone waited for any sort of cue from Rick but all the man did was kneel beside Beth. The other man didnāt even look in his direction as Rick cupped her cheek, skin cold to the touch as if she were an inanimate object. His fingers left faint smudges of dirt on her pale white skin as they moved downward, toward the back of her neck. Her blood is what will be seared into his mind forever, her motionless formāthe gunshot and ringing of it which reverberated within him.
He pushed those thoughts aside and now gathered the young woman in his armsācarefully as if afraid to wakie her. Besides the bullet hole in Bethās skull and the blood it would be easy to imagine she was asleep. Rick desperately wished that was true.
The brunette cradles the songbird in his arms, an arm supporting her waist while the other holds both legsābridal style. He merely glanced at the officers with a burning hatred that couldāve burned them all if looks could kill. A single nod was the signal, one his group understands as the sign to depart.
Rick was the first to move toward the exit and out of the hospital. Daryl would follow whenever able. The man needed alone time and he understood that.
The oldest of the Greene family, Maggie, fully lost her composure upon seeing her sister but Glenn restrained her while his own eyes filled with tears. Rick felt as if he were on autopilot and his feet moved on their own account, bringing him down the bottom steps before sitting down. Nothing about this feels real. Could their current situation all be a horrid nightmare?
Her head lulled against his arm as he got comfortable. His shirt was sticky with sweat and more of Bethās bloodāa little fresher this time but it didnāt matter in the end. His body jerked suddenly as the tears finally fell, Rick pressed his lips against her forehead for the second time that day, moving toward the golden hair as his gaze swept her once more. Some hair is dyed redāa strange contrast indeed. Even in death the young woman is gorgeous.
Rick knew someone was talking to him, trying to get his attention but this didnāt register. All he cared about was getting this last moment. Quivering lips parted then as if to say something to Beth but no words passed. What could he even say? An apology, prayer? Rick just held her tighter to his body as tears streamed downward, running down her own face. He wished heād been shot instead.
They couldnāt stay here for anything, heād rather face the dead then stay in that hospital with Bethās murderers. Perhaps sheād been too pure for this world. He just couldnāt fathom why God tore her from them so quicklyāwithout any mercy. Thankfully, it had been quick and not excruciating like being slowly mutilated by Walkers.
He couldnāt take his eyes off her even now with blurred vision. She looked barely a day over 18, that youth is preserved foreverāfar too young to die. She was 16 when their group arrived on the Greeneās farm.
How different things couldāve been if he had acted faster and grabbed her, shielding her with his body so he took the bullet instead. There were so many things he couldāve doneāsaid differently to prevent the outcome. While at the prison it had been obvious she had a crush on him. Of course heād indulged her, allowing her to care for Judith and Carl. Keeping his cell open at night just for her if she needed anything. Almost inviting her into his space without hesitationāalmost just hoping sheād make a move. But sometimes she did.
Rick knew just how strong his feelings were at the time but never acted on them. Fearing sheād feel pressured. Or if heās taking advantage of a young womanāan 18 year old. Fearing she wasnāt ready for such a commitment if he tried initiating a relationship. He couldnāt guess what the group would do if their relationship got out. Would they be disgusted by his feelings for her? But now itās too late. And that hurts just as much as their current predicament because this time thereās no second chance. However, their relationship was special while at the prison in a way no one knew about.
He couldnāt help but dwell on the ways he couldāve grabbed Beth, some still ending with her death but others she walked away from. What if he pulled her with the right amount of force and speed so the bullet missed? Or the shot wasnāt fatal? But now, he focused on if sheād been alive. The bullet ripped through his chest, arm, or even the head as Rick held her against him. Striking him down so heās pressing her to the tileāhallway alive and aware of her gentle voice calling to him through the ringing in his ears. After a few minutes he fully hears Beth, feels her arms securely around him. Rickās head leaned into her neck as he inhaled her scent. Thereās blood soaking them from wherever the wound is and he couldnāt suppress the sob that slips out. But her gentle hands slowly move up Rickās back and find their way into his hair, combining through it in that soothing way she does when heās particularly stressed. Rickās heartbeat gradually decreased in rhythm with each passing moment and he gave a weak smile to the blonde, happy that sheās the last thing he saw. Even if sheās teary eyed and clinging to him, as if her life depended on it.
Rick pressed a kiss to her forehead absentmindedly. Completely forgetting about the blood until the salty sweetness of it hits his tongue. Thatās what brings him back into the present, hare and now, the harsh reality called life. The blood wasnāt unwelcome since heās always wanted to taste herābut thatās beside the point.
Nothing will be the same since his ray of sunshine is gone but as a leader heāll try his best to power through this. No one is truly good in this world except his group now, whoever they encounter may be future allies but heāll never completely trust others. Not after what just happened. Not after one of the most important members of their group is dead.
He quickly licked her blood from his lips while wiping at his eyes, feeling guilty at enjoying such a morbid thing. When he looks down again, heās thankful Beth was shot in the head instead of her chest. If sheād died any other way Rick didnāt know if heād be able to pull the trigger. Thatās when he thinksāanother what if scenario.
Rick would be sitting on the steps as he does now with Beth in his arms. But sheād begin to stir, a hand slowly reaching upward to cup his face, stroking his cheek to calm him. He presses a kiss to her palm followed by a hand on her own. Completely unaware of Bethās motives now sheās a Walkerātoo wrecked by greif to comprehend the true danger. Her eyes would stare into his, theyād be clouded and a different shade of blue than his own. Rick tightened his hold on her waist as she sat up and moved her mouth to his. Once their lips touched, he noticed her teeth scraping his lower one and that pressure became more rough, more eager. Hungry even. Blood soon filled his mouth as pain shot through himāher teeth continued digging into his lip, the pain building and building until Rick jerked his head back. A gasp tore from him and not just from that bleeding wound, Bethās fingers had waved their way into his hair and sharply pulled his head downward. Her lips then pressed against his neck that turned into teeth sinking into the flesh and he couldnāt stop the groan. Rick could kick himself for getting excited at a time like this, he was literally courting death. Warm crimson gushed from the tear in his throat as she drank from himāsometimes further widening it as her tongue made him flinch while exploring the jagged skin. He couldnāt do a damn thing. Both wounds pulsate in rhythm and Rickās getting more and more lightheaded by the minute. Eventually Beth leaned back to meet his gaze, bloody-mouthed and skin white like porcelain. The brunette is totally dazed as her eyes sweep him, when she leaned in for another kiss, pressing herself hard against his unwanted erection he doesnāt resist. The only reaction he gives is a grab for her hair as he turns their kiss more passionate. The metallic taste returned yet again and then heās leaning back and fumbling for his beltā
He shook off that thought and just focused on his uneven breathing for now. Sparing a glance at others around him while his face drained any remaining color. Was he actually enjoying that fucked up train of thought to the point of arousal? Rick heaved himself up while holding her in a death grip. He wipes a hand across his nose but doesnāt pass her to anyone even as his arms ache. His fingers travel down Bethās neck to gently pull her necklace off. Itās heart-shaped with a button inches above. It never seemed to leave her. Rick placed it over his own headānot bothering to tuck it under his shirtāas he thought of where to go from here. His heart constricted at the mere thought of burying her without being able to go back. But theyād have to place her somewhere.
He glanced over a shoulder only to see Daryl and the others watching him. Some looked away after locking eyes with Rick, that was understandableāhe clearly wasnāt in the best state of mind so theyāre being cautious out of reason. It didnāt matter, none of this did.
For every life, another takes its place and the person who once was is merely a memory.
Taking a deep breath, Rick decided to walk in the direction of the deserted street and toward whatever car is closest. Not heeding to anything the group was saying. He opened the door of a red sedanāironic for thatās the color staining them bothāand gently placed her on the driver's side. Being the last time Rick will see or touch his sunshine heās again selfish, tenderly cupping her face and placing a kiss to those cold lips that are unable to respond. He examines every part of her then, the blonde hair he runs fingers through is like silk even if some is stained crimson. Thereās a noticeable amount of blood on her own clothesāRick managed to get splattered with quite a bit of it as did the floor. He was closest in range to Beth. His gaze shifted to her slender form and his hands rested on her hips but didnāt venture further.
His thoughts returned to if sheād turned. Not understanding as to why he kept thinking of it and the brunette is disgusted with himself for having such perverse thoughts. Theyād still be on the hospital steps but this time heās hovering over Beth, looping fingers into her belt and pulling until underwear comes into view. In a sense sheās still alive and he knew the blonde would be shy at first. Maybe Beth would stifle herself as he slipped his cock between her legs and thrusted slowly, preferring to be gentle with the younger woman since itās her first time. Bethās hand is still painfully grasping his hair, pulling him closer as her lips brushed his wounded throat. Sheās sinking her teeth into a shoulder nextāa bigger tear that leaves Rick groaning as he feels her walls clenching around him, coaxing his seed to be released. And he doesnāt last long. Despite the pain leaving his body aching a sick sense of joy spreads throughout him at having filled her pussy. Whatever noises Beth made were continuing to excite him. Rick lays on her for a couple of minutes before pulling out, listening to her ragged breath that sends goosebumps along his skin. He can only imagine how much he filled her, some already leaking out of her cunt. Blood is soaking them both and continuing to flow as she bites down on his throat againālikely severing a major artery from the way blood fills his mouth. Rick captures her lips in a breathtaking kiss, spitting crimson into her before separating. Bethās soft moan sent vibrations throughout the man as he brought his neck to her once more. This vaguely reminded him of a vampire by the way she drank his blood. By the way his heart skips a few beats at a time itās clear heās on the verge of death. Rickās at peace becoming a Walker and being killed by the woman he loved most. His skin white as a ghost with the contrast of blood and when that final breath leaves heās truly content.
Coming back to reality he shuts the door and runs back toward his group. Prefering to sit at his previous spot. Only having a minute to glance at Beth who herself appears peaceful which makes Rick feel accomplished. Like heās done right by her. if Shane was still alive heād laugh his ass off, knowing these thoughts crossing his mind and how heās dealing with the grief so far. Usually, Rickās partner wasnāt one to openly discuss feelings let alone show them. Shane couldnāt understand though knew what it was like to lose someone you lovedāa woman unable to be yours, taken or otherwise. Maybe this is karma coming back to bite Rick in the ass for killing his partnerāwho was threatening the groupās safety and even wished Rickās death so he could lead, hoping to make it look like an accident. Rick had seen through the manipulation and the reassurance he provided, all he was doing was trying to deter any doubts and make things normal between them. Rick surely knew his best friend more than anyone else so the signs were easy to spot.
When Rick found out about Bethās attempted suicide he blamed himself for not being thereāonly a few women had been present, not her daddy or another man she could confide in. But while at the prison heād somehow gotten her to open up one day while she babysat Judith. They were in his cell that night, both of them sitting on the bed with some distance between them, sleeping Judith on her lap.
Theyād discussed everything thatās happened up to this point and Rick finally apologized to her. For not being there when she attempted, for the gunshot that killed Shaneābringing a Herd to their farm. For allowing The Governor to destroy the prison. He mentioned his own experience with suicideāwhen first awaking from the hospital then going to Atlanta, only to find the city overrun by thousands of Walkers. Being forced to trap himself under the military tank, he pressed his revolver to the left side of his head as Walkers crawled after him. Whispering the names of wife and son and just about to pull the trigger. As fate had it, a hidden hatch was open and thatās one of many reasons heās here today. After the story, Rick had gotten bold and took hold of her scarred wrist. Leaning down to kiss it and trace the healed wound with his lips. Bethābeing the sweet girl he knewāhadnāt pulled her wrist from his grasp and decided to move closerātheir shoulders brushed, knees touched, facea inches apart. His heart fluttered from the proximity and he noticed her own cheeks flush. Beth muttered words of reassurance then, mentioning how she never blamed him and thought everything heās done has been for the betterment of their group. Many things sheās previously said to Rick have been of praise and adoration. It's certainly clear from body language and word of mouth the blonde thinks rather highly of him. After their conversation she returned to her cell after passing Judith to him, both wishing a good night in return. Heād slept quite well that night, thinking of her.
Their relationship had started from there. It was almost a regular occurrence that the two spent the night in Rickās cell. His lamplight is usually the only one seen from their cell block. Illuminating them in soft golden lightāwhich made Bethās hair glow as if emitting it and made her appear angelic. If it had been a long day for both theyād lay in bed together, sheād be snuggled against him with her head resting on his chest. Rickās arm would be around her waist to keep her close. Just enjoying the warmth and company of the other without any sexual motivation. Theyād fall asleep side by side for the most part. Other times theyād stare at each other while talking for hours about life before and after The Turn, plans for the future, concerns and a variety of other topics. When Rickās too tired to do anything sheād sit beside him and sing him to sleep many nights. But now he couldnāt take any of that for granted.
When someone from the group asked if Judith was herās and hearing the shy response himself had filled him with an urge to say something. To admit the baby was in fact Bethās in a way. Or at the very least hint at them being togetherāa selfish desire that wouldāve sparked rumors. But sadly nothing left his lips after all.
Running a bloodstained hand through his hair Rick thought of what he couldāve done to that officer. Unfortunately, there were many like her who heād encountered or knew aboutātoo many who never got caught. Dawn is the one he thought of, back in the hospital and after her death. He wouldāve walked right over to her lifeless form and proceeded to stomp her face in until the skull caved. Heād relish in the way her brains went this way and that as his boot came down, over and over again, the sounds accomplished were just as satisfying. Rick didnāt stop until her face was nothing more than brains and blood all over the floor and himselfātotally unrecognizable. That wouldāve gotten all the pent up emotions out of his system if he couldāve done so.
Rick hadnāt missed the way Daryl had looked at him when placing the necklace over his head. Or when he collected Bethāplacing a hand to her cheek, running a thumb over her delicate skin before that hand went to the back of her neck. His lips and cheek brushed her forehead and she leaned into his touch with a lowered head. Beth whispered something then, how much sheād missed him and that almost prompted tears to form. Rick had returned those words as his fingers slipped down her back, palm pressing reassuringly against her, then upward to grasp a shoulder. Once Beth looked over her shoulder he tightened his hold and gently pulled her even closerādidnāt take much convincing from the way she allowed him to. He didnāt dig his fingernails in or anything. Rick is practically shielding her body before pushing the blonde forwardācloser to Daryl than he wouldāve likedāand to safety. The brunette stared at the cops for good measure but when Cop Bitch stated Noah had to stay for trading Beth, everything crumbled. Sheād run to him and gave a fierce hug before the trade went into effect. Of course she said something to anger the blondeāwho said something snarky in return before plunging scissors into the cops throat. Thatās when the gunshot rang out and Beth crumpled to the floor. A supposed accident.
Rick knew all too well that look he was given, one of jealousy. Likely due to him taking one of Bethās possessions for himself, having spent time with her when theyād arrived at the hospital and postmortem. Daryl stole glances every so often and when the two made eye contact heās first to look awayādespite his attention mainly staying on Beth. He just didnāt acknowledge Daryl at the time but now specifics are coming back. It was a strange thing, having known this man and being close as brothersālike Shane. But thereās this rivalry between them now that wasnāt there during their time in the prison. It didnāt make any sense considering the fact she and Daryl spent the most time together after the prison fell. Wasnāt that enough?
Suddenly, Rick thought of how Shane was when he returned to Lori. How defensive his partner was and how he claimed to be the better father and husband. The same feelings of silent resentment, betrayal and sadness bubbled to the surface. But this time those feelings wouldnāt result in an underserved death. Every day thereās that weight of his partnerās death on his shoulder and now Bethās murder joined that grief. Daryl was truly like Shane and this fact may drive a wedge between them. As well as make him uncomfortable to the point he couldnāt make eye contact with the older man. The similarities between them, personality and body language wise is too strange to go unnoticed.
He observed his clothing now, his grey shirtāthe same color as Bethās sweaterāis stained with her blood thatās already drying, making the fabric cling to him uncomfortably.
Rickās mind then drifted to the shootout with Shane. The 2 of 3 perps were already dead.
It was only when he turned his back, informing Shane not to tell Lori about previously being shot, is when the hidden figure fires. The bullet lodged itself under his left shoulder and in the backāwhere the vest didnāt protect and he immediately collapsed. His best friend is there in an instant after avenging him. It all happened too quickly. Shane applied pressure to the wound, yelling at another deputy to call an ambulance before supplying words of encouragement, gentle āshhāās to calm Rick as he gasped in pain, bleeding out on the soft grass. The two stare at each other and itās a strange comfort to see a cloudy, grey sky instead of a clear one with Shane leaned over him. During that moment he grabbed his partnerās arm or shoulder to ground himself. Rick fought the blood loss. Trying to focus on the feel of fabric between his fingers, Shaneās voice, facial expression and the pressure on the searing wound. His last breath was a mixture of a sigh and muttered āShaneā before passing out. He didnāt know all the details of his recovery and everything in between until he got the courage to ask Shane one night. They had been on a lengthy patrol and just ate dinner together. That ordeal is one he told Beth as well since they talked about his former career as Sheriff. It warmed his heart to know sheās actually intrigued with his life before the apocalypse.
It truly was a strange thing how fickle relationships are in the world they now live in. How quickly loved ones could be taken. But for as long as time allows he would keep that memory of Beth Greene alive. She certainly held a special place in his heart.
Theyād move back to camp whenever everyoneās ready and in the right mindset to do so. But for the time being, theyāre all grieving for the loss of a woman who grew so much over a short period of time. She had managed to touch the heart of each member, even if an encounter was brief.
Rick finally stood and started making rounds to comfort ones who needed itāespecially Bethās sisterāand decided they would move out in 3 hours. Of course Rick had an urge to run to the car, curl beside her and wait until it all ended. Or he could blow his brains out. Althoughā¦committing suicide is taking the cowards way out. That wasnāt something he could do. The only option is to keep hope alive and see where the future took them.
i have an idea about a teacher student thing, but is 17 yr old student x adult teacher age gap a no here?
Hey anon! Teacher x student is one of my favorite ļæ¼dynamics in fiction and I donāt mind such age gaps. Iām totally chill writing something about this, no worries.
So, I havenāt seen AHS but I plan on watching it with my partner sometime soon. When thereās time. But I feel confident writing for Tate since his personality is pretty straightforward.
hiiii!!! ur account is amazing i loved ur tate ficšš i would love a JD from heathers fic. i feel like hed be ihave a blood kink/ and be into knife play??? DUMBIFICATION!!! oooh the idea of him completely wrecking you, hickies all over, ruined makeup, bruised kneesšāāļø non-con with innocent!reader šāāļøšāāļøšāāļøšāāļø
Hey doll !!! Thank you so, so much! Knowing you loved my Tate fic and my account makes my day š„°
Ok, yes JD would absolutely have a blood kink and knife play. Heād also be into dumbficicaton!! Dude this whole request is perfect Iāll try to start writing it sometime soon but it may take a while due to college. (Writers block is awful too) I adore this idea so mucchhh.
Iām obsessed with JD and Tate atm so lmk if thereās ANYTHING else you would like for me to write for them.
Minors donāt interact! This is 18+ and I beg of you to heed the warnings
Notes-I got a very, very carried away but this was such a blast to write! There were so many routes I could go with this particular scene. Either way, I really hope you like it! If thereās anything else youād want me to write based on the shooting donāt hesitate to send it in.
Tate Langdon x female reader
Trigger warnings: Heavy mention of school shooting, mention of religion (derogatory), foul language, forced worship, superiority/God complex, authoritative kink, dacryphilia, degradation, choking, biting, rape/non-con, loss of virginity, voyeurism, blood kink, gun play, slight knife play, throat fucking, boot worship, dumbification
Tate Langdon walked through the halls of Westfield with practically a bounce in his step. He knew all too well the stares heās currently getting will soon transform into terror once itās the right time. For the past 6 weeks heās fantasized about this very moment and played around with every scenario imaginable. In his mind, this will kickstart a revolution thatāll help purify the world plagued with sinners and a controlling government. Today is one Tate wholeheartedly looked forward toāa cool autumn day thatās perfect for hiding a gun under a trenchcoat, worn many times already with this uniform.
He began shooting in one of the hallways closest to the cafeteria so they didnāt have a clear exit from there. With each shot he relished in the way thereās always a different reactionāa scream, cursing, trying to keep running which only prompted a second bullet to enter. Tatedeliberately steps on a wounded student while moving through the carnage, he noticed them crawling and thought to place a boot onto their back, keeping them in place. He took aim at their neck before pulling the trigger even as they tried pleading. The blood splatter wasnāt unwelcome in the slightest, he sucked in a breath and continued walking as the sight and smell of crimson threatened to overwhelm him. Pools of blood, binders and parts of flesh were scattered as well in a way that all seemed like a horror movie set. He violently kicked at a binder in his way and send papers all over, laughing at how everything so easy fell into place. This was only the start of his wrath on those he deemed unclean. Tate had this hunch youād be hiding studying in the library today so thatās his next destination. Thereās no rush after all.
Today I was with my one of best friends, Stephanie, studying for some upcoming English test we forgot about last night. The session together went smoothly until there was this strange popping noise. It made studying far more difficult once tension spread throughout the room an hour later.
I heard what was happening before realizing the dire situation as the entire school ran through the hallway. Screaming was soon accompanied by gunshots which immediately sent me into fight or flight as a student burst through the door. Everyone turned their head as he barricaded it with one of the heavy chairs. I recognize him, Kevin, a childhood friend Iām close with to this day.
āSomebodyās shooting up the school! Heās just shooting people.ā
It was like the air had been absorbed from my lungs. My first thought is to run toward him and check if heās been shot. Thereās a noticeable amount of blood on his shirt and skin, black hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. But thankfully there didnāt seem to be any visible flesh wounds.
āDoā¦.do you know who it is?ā
I fidgeted with the pendant at my neck, the only symbol of my faith thatās on me at all times. I donāt go to services regularly but that didnāt mean I was banned from praying. Iām pleading to our Lord to protect us from the shooter. Silently begging for this nightmare to end as quickly as it started. I hoped against all odds someone heard.
āI-I donāt know. I couldnāt get a good look at his face. He justā¦shot Mark Kingston right in front of me, blew his brains out.ā
The description alone made my stomach churn but it couldnāt compare to what Kevin mustāve seen. He then grabbed my arm as Stephanie joined us behind the very last row of bookshelves. If need be, we might have a chance at scrambling for the tables closest to our current spot.
The three of us held our breath as each shot rang louder and the barricade rattled violently. Over and over the shooter tried to enter. Every kick was with more vigor than the last, making the hair on my neck stand on end. At last, the chair is sent across the room with such forceāsmashing into the librarian's desk and scattering everything on it to the groundāthat everyone cried out before silence settled once more.
The door slowly opens and we get a full view of the shooter. Heās in all black, holding a shotgun in both hands but the thing that chills me to the bone is the cheerful tune heās whistling. Itās one Iāve heard multiple times in the hallway enough to where I could whistle it myself from memory. I wouldāve found it endearing but now itās as if death taunts us.
He starts from the opposite side of the library but that doesnāt make things any better. Even if we could run for the exit it wasnāt likely weād make it out alive. He shot Kyle, the lead jock, who curled himself into a ball under a table while begging for his life. Even though I should be looking away my eyes were glued on the horrors unfolding.
Thereās another gunshot but clearly the next victim wasnāt dead. Melissa had started crying which only seemed to amuse Tate. He looks down at her with contempt like she was an insect he wished to crush. My hand went to my necklace and I lowered my head in prayer when he finally spoke.
āQuit your bitching! Itās not like I hit a vital organ or anything.ā
He then moved onto his new victims, 2 frightened girls who somehow got the same shotgun blastāthey were hugging tightly when he fired. The smallestāCassidyāflew backwards from the impact as the other gasped in pain. He lifted Aileenās chin with the barrel and her lips parted as if to speak. His other hand went to her cheek to thumb away a tear before lowering close.
āYou must understand Iām taking all of you somewhere safe. This isnāt just about revenge. I prepared for this noble war.ā
Tate brushed his lips against hers so gently they could be mistaken for lovers despite the circumstances. Luckily for her, the trigger wasnāt pulled and he backed off. Once heās out of sight Aileen brought her knees up and curled in on herself. Trying to block out everything going on.
Tate resumed whistling as he casually walked among the shelves but we hurried toward the table when he was distracted. Although I was last to move. Stephanie clung to me while I attempted to comfort her and Kevin tried shielding us the best he could.
Somehow, it appears heās looking for a specific person from how calm he is.
Another crying girl caught his attention and he didnāt hold backāonce near her table, Tate kicked a chair and crouched in order to get a direct angle of her. Theyāre now face to face. Tateās balancing his weight on the balls of his feet while holding the shotgun level to her heart. She started begging, mentioning a desire to go home as he leaned even closer. Yet again he showed tenderness toward a victim by brushing tears away, cupping her cheek. Heās staring at the girl almost with pity.
āIām taking you to salvation. Are you ready to be set free?ā
She managed to choke out a āYesāālikely hoping to appease the shooterāwhich prompted him to lick his lips before firing. Thereās a spray of blood and a ragged hole where her heart had been. He cursed under his breath and stepped over her crumpled body, deliberately placing one foot after the other into her open wound. Such a display almost made me gag.
āOh God. Why is this happening?ā
Stephanie whispered close to my ear and I gave her a gentle squeeze. This close, I felt her heart racing against my own chest. There wasnāt an explanation for any of this besides bullying. Or maybe it was something related to his home situation. I knew their household is dysfunctional but I hadnāt once thought of that being the cause of murderous intent.
Simon, the first to be injured, was attempting to call for help. Tate immediately changed direction, leaving bloody footprints as he did so toward the librarianās deskānearest to the exitāwhere the boy lay with his hand crushed underneath a computer.
āSure. Iāll help you.ā
He said it nonchalantly and with a smile like thereās plenty of time to be had. The shotgun is pointed straight at his jaw before the shells rip through him. Blood paints the wall after Simon goes limp and Tate calmly wipes at his face to remove the splatter.
āHis face! What the fuck is wrong with you?!ā
Aileen was sobbing hysterically now but is paid no mind. He moved back to the rows of bookshelves and started violently knocking books off in an attempt to scare anyone from their hiding place. The few shots were far closer than expected and we huddled together in the cramped space. Expecting to be shot then and there.
āPathetic bitch. Get up!ā
There's a sound of hurried footsteps and struggling, at first I thought he went over and grabbed Aileen. Until the female spoke. It was one of the injured cheerleaders, Melissa, who I didnāt know all that well but Iām aware of the fact she isnāt afraid of speaking her mind. I both admire that courage and fear for her in this moment.
āThatās enough Tate! Youāre not saving anyone by shooting up the school. Honestly, this is the most obvious cry for help Iāve ever seen. I almost feel sorry for you.ā
āYou think Iāve done enough? Iām just getting started! Well thatās cute, at least I donāt feel the need to vomit after a big meal. I also know youāre the sluttiest cheerleader we have. Iām doing something that shouldāve happened a long time ago. You know, Iād make you pleasure me but I have someoneā¦more pure Iāve had my eye on.ā
I could hear the smile in his voice when saying that last sentence and it nearly froze my blood. Surely he didnāt mean who I thought. Thereās a thud, a gasp from Melissa that almost sounds like choking and then his boots are the only noise heard.
Suddenly, he turned on his heels and it felt like my heart dropped into my stomach when I saw his bloodstained combat boots appear in front of me. Tate Langdon knelt so weāre eye level, itās disturbing how slowly he did so and the fact his gun is placed over his thighs. Just from body language it was easy to see the enjoyment he got from this.
āIāve got one question for you, doll. Do you believe in God?ā
That voice, oh that voice is dripping with a type of gentleness Tate rarely shows to anyone. It made bile further rise in my throat when he jabs at my religion. The answer is as clear as day since he asked what rested at my throat during prom. Itās likely he just wanted to see me squirm.
āNo. I-I donāt knoāyes. Yes, Iāā
I couldnāt understand why I tried appeasing this demon in human form. Though it seemed he waited for me to say āyesā before yanking meāby the throatāfrom my friendsā arms. Someone grabbed at my legs and monetarily played tug of war as I thrashed. Trying to get myself out of his iron grip but it proved useless. I begged, kicked and screamed as he dragged me to some tables. But it didnāt faze him in the slightest.
āWhy huh?ā
He dropped me so Iām flat on my ass. I looked up while Tate reloaded his weapon, placing the shells between his teeth and flashing me a smile. This sadistic, dominant side is one I never imagined a boy like him to have. But maybe you canāt truly know someone until moments like these. Heās quick to cock his gun with a smirk, waiting for my answer.
āBecause my parents raised me that wayā¦ā
āWhy donāt you show me then? Start cleaning my boots. Show your devotion.ā
My heart beat like a hummingbird and I was afraid it might burst through my chest. However, if itās my time to die then so be it.
I sank to my knees in front of him once he leaned onto the table and lifted a boot toward my face. My stomach is in knots as I carefully sweep my tongue over the sole, into each crevice there may be drying blood. Even the leather on its entirety got a nice touch up. I didnāt stop until I knew thereās not a speck of blood or dirt left and I repeated this until Tateās other boot was like the first. By then, all I could taste is blood and whatever filth was on the bottom. I mutter one last prayer under the disguise of wiping my lips, attempting to scoot back.
He grabbed for the collar of my shirt and hauled me up so my feet dangle inches off the ground. Those dark eyes of his are so dilated that the brown is almost nonexistent. I can even see my reflection in them and it confirms my assumption of being caught by the Devil.
āHe wonāt be able to save you. Iām right here, I am your God. Arenāt good girls supposed to be on their knees for their savior when praying?ā
āShut up Tate! You donāt know anything about religion and you certainly donāt know mine!ā
Thatās when I moved faster than heās able to comprehend, my feet shot out and struck between his legs, that certainly got a reaction of cursing and dropping me once again.
I immediately went for the shotgun, trying to tear it from his grasp but he whipped it upward right when I had the advantage. It struck my jaw with such force teeth rattled and I feared some would fall out. Tears filled my eyes but I stayed defiant, rushing toward him again but this time he landed a blow to my head. Before I knew what happened, Iām dizzily lifting my head to see Tate executing yet another classmate then heading my way. Boots thudding with each step.
His attitude is on full display by kicking a chair forward, sitting right in front of me. Iām muttering prayers once the overwhelming dizziness goes down enough to where I form coherent thought. I gasp and try prying the hand pulling me on my knees but soon realize metal at my temple.
āHey Kevin. Did you know your little girlfriend is a filthy cock slut? Sheās given me blowjobs in the bathroom more than once. Hopefully she didnāt kiss you on the lips afterwards.ā
I glanced at Kevin whoās staring at Tate with such rage that if looks could kill, he would be dead already. Tate however, appears rather smug at the reaction and to further prove his point starts undoing his belt. My face paled at the realization and I settled my eyes on the man currently leaned over me. The grip on my hair tightened once I turned my face away, trying to get as much distance as possible.
āOh donāt tell me. Youāre shy to suck me off in front of your boyfriend but not when itās just us? And here I thought an audience would only arouse you more.ā
Tate forced my head downward but even then I wouldnāt allow him entrance. His anger surges and heās off the chair in a second to push his pants further down. Fully revealing his hardened cock in all its glory. Tate found this situation quite amusing, especially since the girl below him proved unwilling. It only turns him on even more knowing she didnāt want this too.
āOpen your mouth, slut. Or would you prefer to have it blown off like his?ā
The barrel traces the line tears had gone and stopped right under my chin, in the exact spot where Simon was blown away. I really couldnāt say no or else heād end my life. Reluctantly, I licked my lips to moisten them, opened my mouth and he immediately slipped inside.
His gun returned to my forehead as a constant reminder that at any moment he could pull the trigger. Heās enjoying every second of this and there wasnāt anything we could do to stop him.
Tate bobs my head along his dick in such a way that each thrust makes me gag. It wasnāt much different from our time in the bathroom but at this moment he didnāt make sure Iām comfortable. Sometimes, Tate would ask if I needed a break or if he should slow down. But this is relentless. My already aching jaw felt as if it might snap at any moment but otherwise I relaxed as much as possible. Every movement of Tateās hips forced me to take every inch of his thick cock. My tongue moved across shaft to tip, hoping to seem genuine in my effort to please. I felt the barrel slide roughly against my hair as he let out a sigh.
āYou go down just like Holy Mary but this time Iām not on a cross. And you wonāt be a virgin for much longer, little miss Mary.ā
From that insulting comment I dug my fingernails into his thighs hard enough until Tate yanked my head back, getting a better angle that allowed him even deeper. His tip continues hitting the back of my throat with every thrust and I traced each vein with my tongue, fighting the urge to bite him. The only noise in the room was of me sucking him off. No matter the humiliation I kept my eyes on him even as tears distort his face.
I could feel the oncoming orgasm from the way his pace became uneven and it wasnāt long until he shot a load down my throat. After swallowing each drop, he pulled me off and it was a relief having air back in my lungs. The first few breaths I managed were coughs, my throat felt sore and uncomfortable from what occurred.
The fight in me hadnāt vanished so easily.
When Tate glanced arrogantlyāfor a few minutes too longāat Kevin I grabbed the nearest book and slammed it into his face. It seems I caught him entirely off guard and that mistake is all I needed. He threw his gun on the table and was about to lunge forward.
I suddenly had a burst of confidence, practically throwing myself over the table to grab it before Tate could. I avoided his grasp and backed away, my hands shaking while I lifted the heavy firearm and aimed at his heart.
āMy patience is wearing thin. Doll.ā
He quickly advanced on me and didnāt hesitate to press his heaving chest against his own weapon. His hand went for the middle then to mine upon seeing my confidence quickly waver, my finger soon slipped from the trigger. God damn it, I wouldnāt be any better than Tate if I did this.
I took in his appearance, bloody-faced from a possibly broken nose and those eyes burned into mine. Heās completely different from the boy I met on my first day of school. The person before me is tuned for the hunt.
āTate pleaseāā
Weāre toe to toe but itās clear heās using our height difference to intimidate. Iām pinned between him and the wooden table without a way of escaping. It was my fault after all but either way I had no choice.
āItās Sir to you. Itās Yes Sir for you! Didnāt your parents raise you to respect authority? I surely hope you donāt behave this way in church.ā
I could feel the anger radiating off Tate in waves. He twisted my wrist hard enough I thought I heard bones snap and the gun is ripped from my grasp. Itās discarded immediately and his hands were around my throat in a warning squeeze.
Yet again I tested my diminishing boundaries even as I courted death. Each time my religion is mocked itās like a physical slap to the face.
āYou havenāt the right to be called as such! Youāre just acting out in an attempt to gain control of your life when your childhood had none.ā
This had been the wrong thing to say.
His free hand went to his belt to produce a switchblade that sliced through my panties. I certainly regret my choice to wear a skirt today, my thighs clenched together in a feeble effort to cover myself from him. I felt fingers trailing up my shaking legs that stopped at the hip. At that, I pressed myself into the table to avoid his icy touch which seemed colder than normal.
āIām warning you bitch. After Iām finished with you, youāll wish I had blown your brains out. Why donāt you beg for it? Beg for me to pop your cherry. I meanā¦I doubt someone like you has experience when it comes to sex.ā
Tateās voice had dropped to a threatening tone and thereās a sudden pulling sensation at my throat. He managed to yank my necklace off and toss it aside even when I caught hold of it momentarily. I couldnāt help the sob that came upon having my religion physically stripped by the Devil. I looked straight at him and said whatās expected past the lump in my throat.
āTaāSir. P-please take my virginity. Fuck me like the slut you say I am. Iāll even worship you asā¦my..my God.ā
He slicked his fingers with spit and his own blood and brought them to my cunt after forcing my legs apart. Trying to provide enough wetness. Tate knew it took great effort for those words to slip past my lips so itās why he entered without hesitation. I cried out from his first thrust that forced my body further into the table, arching my back when a hand slipped under my shirt to harshly fondle my breasts.
āMmmā¦am I exciting you already doll? You know, Iāve heard virgins get wet the fastest. It would be terrible for your boyfriend if youāre a lying whore.ā
The twisted smile on his face only widened once I truly started to cry. He showed no mercy in taking something we both knew I wished to keep until marriage. I wrapped my arms around his back, clawing at the fabric while my insides ripped at his invasion. It only provided more lubrication as even more blood coats his dick with each harsh snap of his hips. The pace is bruising as Tate buries himself balls deep and soon enough thereās a fire burning in my core. Aļæ¼ sensation I tried denying even as this started feeling really good. The hand still at my throat tightened to where I couldnāt get enough air, my vision wavered but his laughter was distinct.
āTell me, did you ever finger yourself to the thought of me after our sessions? I thought of fucking you like this for quite some time.ā
His voice lowers to almost a whisper thatās a strange contrast from the dominant behavior earlier. I managed a nod, tears continue rolling down my cheeks when a moan gave my arousal away quicker than intended.
The pressure momentarily vanished to allow an opportunity to answer.
āYes Sir. Iāve also imagined what youād feel like inside me. I often fantasized about it.ā
I ran my fingers through his slicked back hair once our foreheads came together in a show of mock intimacy. The sound of skin against skin is so disgustingly exciting, laughter rings in my ears as does the gunshots while he choked the life out of me. His intense, soulless eyes captured my gaze and I knew then he saw everything. My legs shook despite not fully standing which promoted him to slip an arm under my waist. Making it so thereās no distance between us.
Before this situation happened the few of us alive had stifled any noise that might have attracted the shooter. Now I can hear sobbing and prayers all around us. For Tate, this only made him want to fuck her harder and force her to show everyone sheās actually enjoying it.
Tate groaned when my walls clenched around his cock but he didnāt let up on chasing his own orgasm. Unfortunately my first time is mixed with pain and pleasure as my eyes rolled into my head. It feels as if Iām floating when my body suddenly jerks forward but my only thought is to feel him cum. My legs came around his waist when Tate hits a spot that nearly unraveled me.
āPlease Sirā¦ā
āPlease what? Youāve got to use your words sweetheart.ā
His voice is sickeningly gentle. His breath further heats my skin when he laughs into my neck at my desperate tone. Tate shifts our weight so Iām sitting further in his lap, yet another moan escaped at the change of position. The lack of oxygen clouded my mind and to his delight Iām bouncing on his cock like a whore. Heās stretching me to my limit with each thrust that forced his thickness deeper than I thought imaginable. I sharply pulled at Tateās hair in an attempt to encourage him to speed up the pace.
āPlease, please allow me to cum. I need to, Sir. Iām just a vessel to be used by a God such as you.ā
āThatās right. Fuck, youāre so tight. You really are a slut after all and an unfaithful Christian. Iāll show you whoās God.ā
Those words muttered into my skin are like poison though my body told a different story entirely. Each spot he touched felt ablaze. I felt awful for subtlety moving my hips against the very person who took the lives of our classmates just a few feet away. Tate is by no means a God though continues to act as such. The only authority he has is due to the uniform and gun.
I couldnāt help but consider how good he feels inside, his dick hitting a sweet spot that makes me fasten my legs tighter around him, coaxing him to go even harder.
āI want you to say it. Say āYou own me Sir. You are my God.āā
Tateās fully aware heās being watched fuck her senseless and the fact sheās submitting is almost too good to be true. Another sadistic grin spread across his lips at the thought of whatās to occur when sheās swept to the hospital. At night, he often fantasized about this very moment, raping a girl such as this one before committing suicide. The crying and prayingāhers and their classmatesāonly made him harder. And that she fought back. Tateās looking into her eyes while she straddles him, her face is flushed and eyes half-lidded with arousal.
āAhā¦you..you own me Sir. You are my God.ā
My fate was sealed then and there. A few sharp movements were all it took before Tate fully buried himself, blowing his load.
There was only so much he could handle, their foreheads pressed together as her walls started to constrict as if trying to keep him sheathed. Tate admired her briefly, the tear stained face, parted lips, her breath on his tongue and tickling him. She looked absolutely ruined in the most beautiful way.
His cock throbbed and Iām filled to the brim with hot cum that goes deeper than heās able. I pressed my face into Tateās neck, nuzzling into him. Whimpering once I felt his blade kiss my flesh. He leaned down and bit my throat hard enough to leave teeth imprints. Soon enough my head lulled onto his shoulder as my consciousness quickly faded.
Tate groaned while pulling out of her before lowering the girl on the floor. Sheās already dripping which prompted him to stuff her pussy with the underwear previously cut. Trying to keep as much in so thereās a higher chance of pregnancy. He carefully placed his trenchcoatārevealing his military coat underneathāover her body, then fixed his pants, grabbed his shotgun and headed for the exit. All the while whistling that very tune he had before starting the massacre.
Tate headed for the cafeteriaāand shot the few remaining students under tables who were foolish enough to stay put. He picked up a discarded water bottle, drank whatās left and threw it to the floor when finished. By the time he arrived it was already 12:30 pm and itās only a matter of time before SWAT ruined his fun. He jogged to the library for one last survey of his work. The girl under his coat remained blissfully ignorant of his looming form above her. He licked his lips slowly, admiring her delicate body he just defiled. She looked so fragile. If he really wanted to, he could strangle her or put a bullet in that pretty head right now. Although that wasnāt the plan.
Tate put 6 feet of distance between them, going onto his knees but facing her. He raised the gun to his left temple and pulled the trigger. Hoping to be confined at Westfield instead of that damn house.
The few in the library watched their shooter kill himself less than 10 feet from them. A few screamed outāfrom relief or shock it wasn't knownāand immediately ran for the exit. Except Kevin, Aileen and Stephanie.
Aileen was the first to move toward y/n while Kevin grabbed the broken pendant he cradled in his palm. A part of him was relieved Tate had killed himself while the other wished heād been the one to do it.
The two knelt beside y/n, each holding one hand. They didnāt need to look under the trenchcoat to imagine how she appeared since they were forced to watch. But for now sheās peaceful which is why they didnāt wake her. All they could do is wait until SWAT assisted everyone outside.
In the end. Tate knew what he did was for a war he hoped others took note of. Their school needed cleansing as does this filthy world they live in. His act of committing ļæ¼suicide wasnāt one of ļæ¼cowardliness but of self sacrifice. He saved his classmates from the truly harsh realities of life. Theyāre taken somewhere safe, somewhere clean. Perhaps some would understand his actions and regard him a hero. A soldier even. In times of tragedy people looked to God. Right? Wherever Tate ends up heāll always find a way to make sure people saw him as such. Especially y/n.
