#apocalypse lover

[apocalypse-lover]

[hearts4golbach]

Masterlist.

About Me.

Fandoms/people I write for.

My Wattpad.

Sally Face.

Light Shower. (Sal Fisher x Fem!Reader.)

Part 1.

Part 2.

Part 3.

Part 4.

Part 5.

Part 6.

Part 7.

Part 8.

Part 9.

Part 10.

Part 11.

Part 12.

Part 13.

Part 14.

Part 15.

Part 16.

Part 17/epilogue.

Zombified. (Larry Johnson x Fem!Reader.)

Part 1.

Part 2.

Part 3.

Part 4.

Part 5.

Part 6.

Part 7.

Part 8.

Part 9.

Part 10.

Jake Webber & Johnnie Guilbert.

One Shots. (J.W/J.G x Fem!Reader.)

-Jake Webber.

Busy. (Jake Webber x Fem!Reader.) -smut.

The 7Eleven. (Jake Webber x Fem!Reader.)

-Johnnie Guilbert.

The Sink. (Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.) -smut.

Disco Stick. (Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.) -smut.

Somethin’ Stupid. (Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.)

Blushed. (Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.) -smut.

Keep Quiet. (Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.) -smut.

Sweater Weather. (Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.)

Tease. (Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.) -smut.

Slumber Party. (Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.)

The Night Shift. (Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.)

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Chapter 3.

Chapter 4.

Chapter 5.

Chapter 6.

Chapter 7.

Chapter 8.

Chapter 9.

Chapter 10.

Chapter 11.

Chapter 12.

Chapter 13.

Chapter 14.

Chapter 15.

Chapter 16.

Chapter 17.

Chapter 18.

Chapter 19.

Chapter 20.

Chapter 21.

Chapter 22.

Chapter 23.

Chapter 24.

Chapter 25.

Chapter 26.

Chapter 27.

Chapter 28.

Chapter 29.

Chapter 30.

Billie Eilish.

One Shots. (Billie Eilish x Fem!Reader.)

Paparazzi. (Billie Eilish x Fem!Reader.) -only posted on wattpad-

Double-Winner. (Billie Eilish x Fem!Reader.)

Real/Fake. (Billie Eilish x Fem!Reader.)

Coming soon.

Sam Golbach & Colby Brock.

One Shots. (S.G/C.B x Fem!Reader.)

-Colby Brock.

Mama. (Colby Brock x Fem!Reader) -smut.

Peanut-Butter and Pickles. (Colby Brock x Pregnant!Fem!Reader.)

-Sam Golbach.

coming soon.

Falling in Reverse.

-Rating Ronnie Radkes Outfits.

part 1.

[jack-o-phantom]

Nearly escaping a raid at the market, great time to go star gazing

[tomaturtles]

I just think that. Campus Apocalypse kawoshin

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Hey! Really love all your prompts.

I was writing a fanfic with an apocalypse au, with an enemies to lovers subplot and needed help with one-liners for it.

<3

Hi, so happy to hear that :)

Here are some prompts for you:

Enemies to lovers - Apocalypse AU

"So what happened to 'not even if I were the last person on earth'?"

"The world really had to end for us to put our differences aside."

"Pre-apocalypse me would've never believed that we could ever be more than enemies."

"It's crazy how we went from hating each other to loving each other."

"This all is less terrifying with you by my side."

"Love truly is stronger than hate."

"I can't believe I'm actually considering being with you."

"We have so much more important things to think about than petty drama."

"This will probably be the end of the world and I'm happy that we are no longer enemies."

"Just a few weeks ago I hated your guts."

"Everyone was a different person before this all happened."

"The world is ending and I would much rather spend it in good company than in hate."

"Why didn't we get along again?"

"No one I would rather spend the end of the world with."

Hope you like them!

- Jana

[stayevildarling]

Miranda Priestly x Wilhemina Venable x Reader - Dragon meets Purple - Part 1

A/N: Hi there! recently I had the idea of Wilhemina x Miranda and due to my poll I decided to write them x reader. I have written like 10k + words so I'm going to divide it into parts.

tw: mention of disability, very mild mention of drugs, sexual tension

word count: 1.7k

taglist: @lunaticwhittaker, @billiebeanhoward, @lanawinters-ily, @kenzbro, @minaslittleone, @httpfiftyshadesofgay,@whitelotus00, @ninaahs, @vintagepaulson,@isle-of-earle,@paulsonsratched, @stepintomyworld, @grilledcheeseandguavajelly, @lucyintheskywithxanax, @fanfics4world, @mymiraclewitch, @hazard-to-myself, @awritersometime

As the elevator bell dings, Wilhemina finds herself in a large white modern hallway. She takes a few steps, her cane hitting off the marble floor as she approaches the receptionist. ,,May I help you?'' a brunette asks her. The redhead clears her throat before explaining ,,I'm here for an interview with Miss Charlton''. The receptionist reaches for the phone scanning Wilhemina up and down, while remaining friendly.

,,If you just go through that corridor, Miss Charlton will meet you by the conference room'' the brunette explains. Wilhemina nods, before making her way over to where she was told to go. Despite the redhead usually being quite confident in herself, at least on the outside, she was nervous, her heart pounding in synch with the echoing of her cane hitting the floor.

,,Ms Venable?'' a redhead asks, slightly snappy, again scanning Wilhemina up and down. ,,Yes, nice to meet you'' she replies, trying to muster up her best smile and trying to be as friendly as possible.

,,I knew I should have made photos a requirement on applications'' the woman with a british accent mumbles as she invites Wilhemina to take a seat and closes the door.

,,Pardon me?'' Wilhemina slightly snaps before the woman named Emily turns around. ,,I'm sorry, it's just here at Runway we have certain expectations'' she replies.

,,Are you referring to my disablitiy?'' Wilhemina questions, looking at her cane. The other woman's breath gets caught in her throat before she quickly apologises. ,,No I'm so sorry, not at all. It's just we.. especially Miranda has quite the strict view on fashion and you are.. very.. purple''. Miss Charlton explains, trying to save the situation a little bit.

,,Let's just start. Can you tell me a little about yourself?'' she asks. Wilhemina explains how she has worked in HR and helped built the company she worked for before. She explains her skill set, including computer skills, financing and other typical HR things.

Emily reads over her application again, certainly impressed at the woman's accomplishments. ,,May I ask why you decided to come to New York? I have read you are from Los Angeles? and I'm sorry but you know we don't have any HR positions available and this would be the position of Miranda Priestly's second assistant, me being the first of course''. She questions and explains at the same time.

And right there Wilhemina is pulled into a flashback, waves of memories crashing her thoughts and momentarily causing for silence in the room. Of course she didn't want to move, especially not to New York. And no she didn't want to be assistant to some dragon lady who works in the fashion industry but the redhead had no other choice. For six months she had looked and applied to jobs and somehow the only interviews she managed to secure were in New York, including this one. There wasn't a lot of HR positions available and the ones she wrote to never replied or found someone younger or better.

,,You know Ms Venable, I don't think this is any of your business'' Jeff raised his voice.

,,Pardon me?'' Wilhemina questioned sternly. All she wanted was some more responsibility in the company. More meaningful tasks rather than making sure they have enough drugs or certain entertainment on their flights.

,,You know there is an old saying, if you don't like where you are at the moment, maybe you should move on''. Mutt explained.

,,Yeah maybe it's time to move on from Kinero Robotics Ms Venable'' Jeff agreed.

,,Do I need to remind you, I was the first person you hired when this company was operating out the back of a van? I have given you everything that I have. Every second of every day. I've sacrificed any semblance of a personal life. Friendships, family I don't even have a decent hobby'' Wilhemina argued back.

,,Well we certainly hope you find that somewhere else'' one of them joked before Wilhemina walked away for good.

And that's how Wilhemina had lost her job, they didn't technically fire her and they did come begging after a while as they realised what they lost but Wilhemina had no desire to work for those two anymore.

,,Ms Venable?'' the calling of her name pulls her back into the present.

,,Yes I'm quite aware, I was doing more assistant duties in my recent job rather than HR things so I know how both works'' Wilhemina replies.

,,Very well, I have to report back to Ms Priestly and we will be in touch'' Emily explains as she parts ways with Wilhemina.

As Wilhemina walks out of the meeting room, Emily makes her way back to her desk, sighing slightly and rubbing her temples. ,,Who was that?'' she hears the voice of her boss as she approaches from behind and watches Wilhemina walk out and into the elevator. ,,Um she- she was here for the interview'' Emily states, nervousness overtaking her as it had been far too long since the position was vacant but none of the other applicants had been worthy of the task so far.

,,And how did that go?'' Miranda questions, her eyes piercing through Emily. ,,I'm - she's a bit strange but she's got a perfectly acceptable skill set and I think this may work''. Emily had no idea what she was saying to her boss but somehow there was something about Wilhemina she could see working out. ,,Good give her a call then, I'll meet her tomorrow'' Miranda explains before heading out for lunch.

A little while later Wilhemina makes it back to her apartment, getting ready to make some tea, as she feels her phone vibrate in her pocket. ,,Venable'' she answers the phone before the annoying voice of a british ginger she had met with before appears. ,,Hi Ms Venable, this is Emily, we would gladly offer you the position, would you be able to make it to the office by 8am tomorrow? Ms. Priestly would like to meet with you.'' Wilhemina accepts before the call ends.

The rest of her day is spent with usual Wilhemina things, up until six months ago she in fact didn't have any decent hobbies but since moving to New York she took it upon herself to actually try and do things she enjoys. This mostly contained her weird little routines, like a coffee in the morning while reading the newspaper, her usual 3pm walk around the park and occasionally knitting while watching the history channel in the background. Before Wilhemina goes to bed this evening, she starts her computer, googling some more about Runway and her soon to be boss Ms. Priestly.

,,Dragon Lady, career-obsessed, drove away another Mr. Priestly'' one of the headlines reads. This article had been some time ago now and the rest Wilhemina can find is all about the latest fashion shows and events run by Runway. The redhead can't help but chuckle at the Dragon Lady headline.

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,,She may see you now'' Emily explains the next morning, after Wilhemina spent some time at her desk, getting familiar with Mirandas schedule, important clients and phone numbers. The redhead gets up, balancing on her cane before walking into her bosses office.

,,And you are.. Ms Venable?'' Miranda questions, taking her reading glasses off and taking a good luck at the redhead standing in-front of her. Usually Miranda would refer to her assistants on a first name basis but somehow she wasn't sure with this one. She was remarkably older than her usual assistants and she definitely has class. Wilhemina didn't notice what an impression she already made on the woman with slightly grey hair.

,,The pleasure is all mine Ms Priestly'' Wilhemina replies, facing an inner battle of needing to be friendly considering it's her first day but her usual bitchy and snarky self coming through.

Miranda's response is a low throaty chuckle before moving on. ,,I assume Emily has got you situated''

,,Yes she did'' Wilhemina replies bluntly and to the point.

,,I'm curious, why Runway?'' Miranda questions as she scans Wilheminas outfit, that is plastered in purple yet again.

,,I have experience in HR and being an assistant and therefore I think this is a good fit''. Wilhemina explains calmly.

,,Are you aware that the colour purple in fashion was very popular in the 1860's and quickly became associated with the royal and wealthy?'' Miranda carries on.

Wilhemina raises an eyebrow, not too sure what to even reply to her statement. ,,What makes you think I'm neither?'' was what Wilhemina had really wanted to say but instead she remained silent.

,,Is there anything I can assist you with this morning?'' Wilhemina eventually asks before Miranda pauses a moment.

,,No that's all'' her boss replies before Wilhemina makes her way back to her desk.

,,Um-'' Emily watches as Wilhemina returns, of course having overheard the entire thing. Slightly dumbfounded at the name choice, the fact Miranda didn't kill her for asking a question and not sending Wilhemina on several runs for coffees and other things.

,,Emily, go fetch those Calvin Klein skirts and some coffee'' Miranda says as she walks out of the office, grabbing her coat and handbag.

,,But-'' Emily has no chance to reply as Miranda is already gone. Her face is overtaken by anger as she glares at Wilhemina. ,,You know this is your job. You are responsible for the phone until I'm back'' Emily explains as she hastily runs out.

Wilhemina mutters a snarky reply under her breath before continuing her work.

About half an hour later Miranda returns to the office, Emily not back yet, she hesitates before handing her coat and bag to Wilhemina. The redhead takes her belongings before hanging them up. Miranda watches carefully noticing how the redhead has to balance on her cane and her movements swift but careful. The boss of Runway can't help but examine Wilhemina's gloves with a hint of disgust.

,,Demarchelier confirmed while you were gone, it's noted in your calendar. I have also rearranged one of your meetings for you, as it would have overlapped with another'' Wilhemina calmly explains as she makes it back to her desk.

,,De- you?'' Miranda stares at Wilhemina a bit dumfounded as this was in fact her first day. ,,Fine'' she simply says, her usual sternness overtaking her again.

Wilhemina can't help but notice her boss staring at her gloves, overtaking by insecurity she snaps ,,Is there some sort of problem?''

Miranda's eyes widen as her gaze meets the redheads. ,,Is this at least real leather or faux leather?'' she questions and Wilhemina can't help but chuckle lowly.

,,And where is Emily with those skirts and coffees? did she die on the way or something?'' Miranda questions, walking back into her office.

[grunge-mermaid]

Mika's progression from "love does not exist at all and I don't deserve it even if it does" to "love might actually be real and that is overwhelming and scary" to "love is the most important thing in the world and it saved me" might just be my favourite thing about his music

[ciinamongrrl]

yet in the dark, still he screams your name- elizabeth…

[h4lcyonism]

i just know darius has been giving raine a hard time about eda but the minute alador shows up the tables are gonna turn and raine’s gonna get the last laugh

[apocalypse-lover]

[vosaem]

Mokushiroku no Yonkishi

Recently, I'm fixed in "Nanatsu no Taizai" and, of course, his continuation "Mokushiroku no Yonkishi".

From now on, I am going to be more active in these fandoms.

My favorite character is Nasiens (who is the focus on the recently chapters (138-142)

[quest-for-pluto]

Asterism

Human!Neteyam x Fem!Human!Original character.

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Summary: He stared at his hands as they hovered in front of his face, tremors running up and down his fingers. His five fingers, not four. And deep, warm brown skin. Not blue.

When Neteyam dies, instead of ending up in Eywa’s promised paradise, he wakes up on an apocalyptic earth, with a strange human girl as his only hope for survival.

Chapter 1: Falling Into

Neteyam was going to die. He was sure of it.

"No, great mother, no!" His mother wailed above him. "Oh my son!"

The bullet had gone through the top of his spine, a vital point, judging by the devastated look his dad was trying to hide.

He felt the darkness start to close in on the edges of his vision, and warmth—the warmth of his mother's tears as they spilled on his bloody chest.

Neteyam shut his eyes, visualizing the beautiful and tall towering trees, the fresh lakes and the crisp mountain air of his home.

"Neteyam!"

I want to go home, he thought, before everything faded to nothing, only the lingering sounds of grief echoing in his head.

Neteyam, spoke a booming voice in his head. It was all at once soft and soothing and strong and mighty. Reverberating everywhere and whispered tenderly in his ear.

Warm, gentle hands embraced his cheeks, and he felt himself relax into the touch. He could not see who it was, but somehow he knew they were smiling at him.

My sweet boy, the voice spoke lovingly. A flame extinguished too early.

To his disappointment, the hands retreated from his face, leaving him feeling cold and empty.

May your second flame burn brighter, they whispered softly.

And then like a dream, they were gone.

•

He was lying on a rough, pointy surface. Something hard was digging into his shoulder blade.

Neteyam groaned, blearily opening his eyes to a red, gloomy sky. He frowned, sniffing the air for any scents of smoke, but the sheer thickness and pollution of it made him cough violently, rolling onto his side.

Something smooth and cold pressed firmly against the back of his head, a familiar click making his stomach plummet in dread.

"Don't move," a smooth voice instructed firmly.

Neteyam gritted his teeth in frustration, not daring to flinch as a hand patted him down, most likely checking for any weapons.

She wouldn't find anything, he'd lost his crossbow when—

"No, great mother, no!" Neytiri wailed above him. "Not my son!"

"Neteyam!"

Warmth. His blood and his mother's tears.

Neteyam gasped deeply, spasming as the memory came back to him.

The gun pressed more insistently into his skull. "I told you not to move," she growled.

"What...?" He rasped hysterically, breathing starting to near hyperventilation. "What is going on?"

She stayed silent behind him, unnerving him further as he tried to make sense of his death. It was too vivid to be a dream, too real.

Ignoring her threats, he reached up to pat frantically at his chest, dragging his fingers over the place where he remembered the bullet piercing. His breath hitched as the pads of his fingers rubbed against a raised scar.

Snap.

A blinding pain shot through his wrist. "Argh!" He screamed as she pushed a knee into the small of his back, twisting his arm behind him.

"Go on," she said calmly, dragging the butt of her gun down his neck. He shivered from the feeling of cold metal on his warm skin. "Test me again. See what happens."

Only the sounds of his heavy panting echoed in the desolate area as he struggled to tamper down his pain. Fuck, that hurt. She must have broken his wrist. When his breath finally evened out, he opened his eyes steadily.

"Fine," he snapped bitterly. "I won't move. Now let me go."

In one abrupt move, she kicked off of him, sending him face first into the hard rocks. He sputtered as the barrel came to rest at the back of his head again.

"What are you doing here?" She demanded, so close to his ear that he could feel her hot breath flutter against his skin.

"I don't know," he growled, forcing himself still even though he wished for nothing more than to feed her to his ikran. "I don't even know where I am or how I got here."

"Who are you?" She asked, not missing a beat.

His breath caught in his throat. If she found out he was Jake Sully's son, what would she do to him?

"Ra'nim," he ground out through clenched teeth.

To his horror, she cocked back her gun, firing a round not far from his head.

BANG.

"Don't lie to me," she said unflinchingly as he shook in place, ears ringing from the blast. "I can tell."

Damnit! He clenched his fists, trembling in fear and anger. "N-Neteyam," he muttered lowly.

"What do you last remember, Neteyam?" She pressed him.

"I..." he flinched. "Getting shot. And then, waking up here."

There was a terrifying moment of pause, before she smoothly stepped back, the metal barrel leaving his head. "Well, you're not lying," she remarked tersely.

Neteyam didn't respond or move, not daring to make the same mistake again.

She sighed, stepping forward and grabbing him under his arm pit. He flinched as she forcefully pulled him up, steadying him as he stumbled a bit.

"You probably got mugged or something," she said lowly. "Tough luck, but it happens a lot. Just be happy you're alive."

She stepped in front of him, and Neteyam nearly choked on his own spit.

"Use this to bind your wrist and any other injuries you've got," she shoved a roll of bandages to his chest that fell to the floor. She narrowed her eyes at him as he gaped at her. "You hit your head too hard or something?"

He blinked at her in disbelief. "You...you're almost my height."

"What?" She scowled at him. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"You're human," he stressed, his panic levels starting to rise again because what the actual fuck was going on?

Now she was staring at him like he'd just lost his mind. Maybe he had.

"Look at me!" He gestured wildly at himself in desperation. "Can't you tell that I'm not—!"

He cut himself off, staring at his hands as they hovered in front of his face, tremors running up and down his fingers.

His five fingers, not four. And deep, warm brown skin. Not blue.

For a moment he just stared dumbly at them, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. "What...?" He managed to squeak out, slowly raising his eyes in horror to come face to face with a now empty space.

Sometime during his mini mental breakdown,  the girl had managed to slip away, and was now hiking a fair distance from him.

"Wait!" He called, jogging after her and trying not to stumble on his weak human legs. He didn't have his tail either, which had once helped him balance on the thinnest of tree branches. "Wait, please!"

She didn't stop until he was panting right behind her.

"Just...please tell me where I am," he glanced up pleadingly at her turned back. "I don't—I don't know what happened to me, and I don't know where to go, or where my family is. Please."

She dropped her forehead in her palm, sighing deeply. "You're in Carson, Nevada. Or at least what it used to be."

At his blank stare, she squinted at him over her shoulder. "Are you serious? Nevada? How do you not know this? It’s one of the fifty states."

He frowned in confusion, lines furrowing between his brows. He's heard that before. Where has he heard that before?

"Holy shit, you really don't know." She stared at him in shock. "North America? Planet Earth?"

Shit.

Neteyam froze. He remembered now. He knew where he'd heard that from.

"Dad, how come you can speak like the sky people?" Neteyam whispered, stumbling on short legs as he tried to climb up after his dad.

Jake looked down at him with a raised brow. "I'm not the only one who can speak English in the tribe, kiddo." His tail reached down and steadied his son on the branch he was wobbling on.

"Yeah," Neteyam huffed. "I know, but you speak different. Like, you sound more like the sky people than mom does."

Jake sighed, squatting down so that he was eye level with Neteyam. "Well, that’s because I was a sky person once too."

Neteyam gasped. "Really?" He whispered behind his raised palms.

"Yeah," Jake smiled. "I was born on Earth in a place called Detroit, Michigan."

"Was it as big as home?" Neteyam gaped with wide eyes.

"Well, not quite," Jake chuckled. "But you want to know something? The people living there were allied with forty-nine other tribes, all in one big group called the United States. And all of their land combined, was probably a hundred times the size of this forest."

"Woah!" Neteyam gasped. "That's so cool!"

"Careful," Jake scolded, grabbing his arm. "You almost fell off."

"Sorry dad," Neteyam giggled nervously.

Earth.

His head spun.

He was on Earth. Home to the species that had destroyed his home and (repeatedly) tried to kill him.

Neteyam's knees buckled and finally gave out.

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[soobnny]

nap of a star — nishimura riki. best friends to lovers. eventual established relationship. zombie apocalypse au. fluff. heavy angst.

synopsis. nishimura riki was sixteen when you taught him what love was. he is still sixteen when the universe teaches him of loss and rips you out of his hands. (1.9k words)

go to “all of us are dead” masterlist

Nishimura Riki was sixteen when you taught him what love was.

It was confusing at first. He didn’t understand why he felt funny whenever you would bump your shoulders with his, why his eyes would trail towards your direction after he would tell a joke, why he’d search for your face in every room, and why he was more aware of his actions when you were around.

You’d approach him, he’d start to sweat. You’d talk, and he’d notice the way your lips would curve up. And even though he didn’t know it yet, love was residing deep in his bones.

And he swears he didn’t intend on it; he’s only sixteen years of age and more often than not, he found that he didn’t care much about anything. He does things when needed, he only says what he needs to say, only listens when it interests him, but with you, he finds himself smiling at the most unexpected times.

He’s so drawn to you, with everything that you do. And suddenly, everything is about you.

The flower he sees while walking to school reminds him of that time the two of you had visited the flower shop and he had placed one on your ear. The shell he finds at the beach reminds him of your favorite pearl earrings. He was in love, and maybe it was because he hadn’t known love otherwise that he never truly realized it before. 

He supposes he should feel embarrassed that you’ve managed to seize him entirely, but somehow it didn’t matter. 

It’s a Sunday when you find one of the rare photos you had together with Riki displayed on the lock screen of his phone. 

“Riki?”

“Hm?”

You still remember the day it was taken. It was after the both of you spent the entire day visiting downtown thrift stores and eating at your favorite stalls, the same day you stayed up talking on the phone until dawn. 

You were the one who took the photo, smiling with him at the camera while the two of you wore the most absurd pieces of clothing you found at the thrift store (you had shoved a handful of clothes in his direction and asked him to wear it. How could he refuse when you looked so happy handing them over to him?). There's a light tint of pink on his cheeks, and it’s obvious he’s trying to hold in a smile by covering his lips with a peace sign, and you had your face squished with his.

“You have us on your phone screen?”

It’s almost record-breaking time when his face flushes red. And he’s trying, really trying, to ignore your eyes because he hadn’t meant for you to see that, but it’s difficult when you’re smiling at him like that. 

“You weren’t supposed to see that.” He grabs his bag from you, and he’s just standing there, but it’s clear he’s getting shy and flustered because he had just been caught red-handed.

“It just reminds me that no matter what happens, I have you,” Riki mutters quietly, eyes shifting towards your bedroom door as if it was the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. “Do you like me?”

The absurdity and straightforwardness of your question has him choking on his own spit, and he looks at you with wide eyes. He swears he can hear everything in your room, including the loud thuds of his heart beating through his chest. 

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while… if you like me or not. I mean - it’s not like you’re really trying to hide it.” Riki’s mouth drops open and he’s quick to cross his arms defensively, shaking his head and trying to unconvincingly persuade you that you were wrong.

“For what it’s worth, I really like you too. A lot.” Your voice grows quieter and Riki immediately drops the hands he had folded over his chest. “Really?” A soft smile tugs on his lips.

“Yeah.” 

Riki spends the entirety of sixteen being in love with you.

+

Nishimura Riki is still sixteen when the universe teaches him of loss and rips you out of his hands.

“Are you okay?” Riki asks. He sounds horrendous. 

You’re propped in a makeshift bed he had made you two nights ago after he had devastatingly found out you had been scratched. He didn’t take the news well - sobbing in your arms until he fell asleep. The events of that night are a blur, but you can still remember the haunting words Riki had repeated, “I can’t lose you, please… please tell me this isn’t real.”

The virus was taking an abnormally long time to overtake your system, and every night, Riki stays by your side to hold onto the last moments you will probably have together. 

You’re able to see out the window to your left from where you’re laying, where the school grounds had been broken and vandalized, and where people you used to call your friends roam freely on the grounds - barely recognizable. You remember thinking of how you were going to be one of them soon in what you thought were your last hours.

On the first night, you and Riki talked about the day you had slipped out of your house and into the darkness outside to spend time with each other. You had class the next day, but you chose to spend the entire night in a park, a secret to the sleeping world around you. You recall holding onto each other and watching the sun rise. Riki remembers the tiredness weighing down his eyes, but he’d stay up another hundred hours to do it all again.

He falls asleep crying and holding onto you until all he’ll ever know is you.

On the second night, Riki cries again. He repeats, “please don’t leave me” as you tell him about the day you held hands and raced through a crowd to get on your favorite rides at the amusement park - your very first date. The sun was beaming, and the day felt timeless. He sang you to sleep on the way home.

Riki curses to Whoever is Above as you cry into each other’s arms. The both of you fall asleep exhausted, and you make him promise to try and get out of there alive, for the both of you.

Tonight, he lays beside you on the little table he had laid you on to rest. You had become a little more unresponsive - you knew it, and he knew it. There was nothing left he could do.

And you don’t know how hard it is for him not to cry again when every part of his body was screaming for him to do so because he was so afraid. He wasn’t ready to let you go. You were still so young. He had practiced not crying earlier while he was out looking for food and water at the school’s abandoned cafeteria, but nothing could ever prepare him for this.

When he finally speaks, his voice comes out broken and small.

“I’m gonna miss you.” 

You have your head rested on his chest, and you let yourself absorb the gentle rise and fall of it. He feels the faint pressure of your hand holding onto his, and when you squeeze onto his hand, he knows you’re telling him it’s okay to cry.

“I’m gonna miss you so much.”

His next words come out in a sob. Riki shuts his eyes closed, running a hand through your hair and breathing in your scent. He tries not to think of anything else, he tries to just be with you. He doesn’t speak anymore, he just allows himself to cry and feel as he holds onto your limp body. Amid everything that was happening, he still felt it deep within his voice.

He still felt love.

And then he hears your voice. 

“Sing for me?” 

Riki takes a deep breath, and he tries to sing for you, like he always did before, despite his voice being a little wobbly and broken. “I can see even if you're not by my side. I feel you even if you don't say a word.”

It's just the two of you in that room, with time stilling in that tiny room as he sings for you, pressing gentle kisses on the top of your head as if it was the last time he’ll ever be able to do so. “Even if it's just in your memories, my heart is always dancing, just like before.”

You didn’t say much as you listened to his quiet singing. 

“I want to be your nap so I can dream with you no matter when, as if nothing had happened. The moments that felt like magic and the brilliant night sky, they're on my mind.” When Riki finishes singing, he lets out the most pained noise you had ever heard. As if it was finally dawning on him that he had to let you go soon. His first love, maybe his only love.

“Don’t be sad…” You try to lift your hand in a weak attempt at cupping his cheek. “Riki, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” 

There’s a long silence before you see Riki’s face visibly break. You see the way he slowly loses composure of himself until he’s reduced to a sobbing mess. He buries his face deep in your hair, embarrassed. He doesn’t want you to see him like this, he doesn’t want this to be your last memory of each other.

Everything is so overwhelming, and it hurts everywhere. In his head, in his head, in his eyes. Everywhere hurts.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’ll visit you in your dreams.” He keeps his eyes shut closed when he feels your lips press softly on his chin. “Riki, look at me. Please…”

He couldn’t.

“Riki, please… for me?”

He wills himself to open his eyes and look at you, but the moment his gaze meets yours, he finds himself tearing up again. He knows he’s running out of time. He takes a breath too big for him and he’s reduced to a coughing fit. 

When he meets your gaze another time, he realizes this could possibly be it. He tries to regain his composure before pulling you closer to his body. 

Riki traces a finger on your face, watching you silently and studying your every feature before leaning down to place multiple kisses on the spots he had just traced. “Thank you for teaching me to love, and for loving me in return.” A quiet whisper.

He sees blood dripping down your nose.

“You’ll be okay, right?” 

He knows he won’t be. He knows he’s so afraid of living without you, he knows it’s going to be difficult finding the will to survive the undead when you are no longer by his side, but he promised you he would try to live, so he puts everything into the lie that slips from his mouth. 

“I’ll be okay.”

“You have to let me go now, you know what to do.” He feels you loosen a big breath and he nods his head understandingly. Riki places one last kiss on the corner of your lips as he breathes out a final ‘I love you’. 

He wakes up the next day alone and bloody.

[merry-andrews]

More The Boys brainrots.