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[enid-rhees]

Negan’s Daughter || Enid Rhee x Fem!Reader

Chapter 3: Girls

trigger warning: abuse

Series Masterlist

girls.

they were an odd topic for Y/N. she didn’t have a lot of time to figure herself out. she was just a kid in school, and the next thing she knew she was a survivor in a zombie apocalypse.

that girl has been stuck in her head since the day she and Negan went to Alexandria. her green eyes, wide like a doe when she threatened that man in front of her. Y/N didn’t know her name, and maybe she would never learn it, but she didn’t want to forget that girl. she was so pretty, so gentle looking. she felt the need to protect her.

but for all she could know, that girl hated her. there’s no doubt that she does. her father is the man who ruined their lives, of course she would hate her. and she doesn’t blame her, or any of them. she feels like she needs to take responsibility for what her father has done. she was there for everything - watching him. it was her fault for not stopping him.

it was crazy of her to be thinking like this over a girl she never even spoken to. but she just couldn’t get her out of her mind. that girl had the most beautiful face.

Y/N sat at the desk she had in her room. she had her own room in the Sanctuary, which was a little nice. she had privacy for when she wanted it… kind of. Y/N sighed and pulled out of piece of blank paper and a pencil. she began to trace the pencil along the paper, letting her imagination take over.

Y/N loved drawing, it helped her relax when she started feeling this way. it eased her racing thoughts. she was able to draw anything she wanted, there were no boundaries, no nothing. it was just her and her imagination.

the pencil glided over the page smoothly, creating blush red cheeks, a cute nose, the prettiest eyes, and tempting plump lips. she created soft strokes, detailing what she drew by shading it in a little darker in some spots.

Y/N blinked once as she backed up from her desk to get a better look of what she drew. the girl. she had drawn the girl. her breath hitched and she picked up the paper and held it up. she’s done all of this and doesn’t even know this girls name yet.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Y/N jumped in her place and quickly folded the drawing and placed it in her back pocket. “yeah?” she called out, also placing her gun in the same pocket. the doorknob clicked and the door swung open. Negan walked in, that stupid bat always in his hand.

“Rick’s supposed to have supplies and food for us. let’s go see if he actually did that, yeah?” Negan smiled. she faked a smile to mirror. “cmon, kid. make sure your gun is loaded.”

once they got in the car, and all of his men were in their cars behind them, Negan drove off. the car ride was silent, it always was. there was nothing Y/N and Negan had in common, despite them being literal daughter and father. Negan never cared enough to ask her about what she liked to do — not that she did much anyways, it would still be nice for him to at least try to be interested.

it’s been like that ever since her mother died. he just stopped caring about her, and everything around him. her feelings didn’t matter when it came to whatever Negan wanted to do, he did what he wanted and all she could do was watch. it was his world, and she was just living in it.

the familiar gate got closer the more Negan drove, and then he stopped right in front of it. she swung her feet out and hopped out of his truck, stumbling a little when she landed. she fixed the laces on her boots and stood up straight.

the gate opened and her and Negan walked in first.

everyone’s faces looked so tired. Y/N could practically hear their thoughts saying “again?”

while Negan started to talk Rick’s ear off, Y/N wandered off on her own. she walked down the main road of Alexandria, admiring all of the houses. she remembers the home she used to share with her parents, and now it’s probably broken, burned to the ground with walkers infesting it.

she couldn’t lie that she felt envious of this community. of course, if Negan had never taken over it. she’s never seen such loving people, everyone loved helping everyone. they worked together and got along so well, that’s all she wanted. she wanted friends, and maybe an adult who actually loved her. she hated being surrounded by the older men that resided in the Sanctuary with her and Negan. they were all so creepy.

Y/N entered the second street of houses, and began to do the same things. she couldn’t help but start to feel emotional looking at the houses. she’s never felt so alone than now. she stopped at one house, and just stared at it. it was so pretty, and amazingly decorated.

flowers guarded the porch, all various colors. blue, purple, red and orange. and on the porch sat a swing, presumably for a family to sit together and feel the outdoor breeze. for a family to talk about their days and watch their children play in the yard.

“it’s you again.” a gentle voice spoke, but it still made Y/N jump. it was the girl, slowly moving towards her. Y/N took one step back, and the girl stopped a few feet away from her. “you’re Negan’s daughter.” she put her head down after that statement. yes, she was ashamed of that title.

“what are you doing looking at the houses?” the girl questioned. Y/N lifted her head back up. “n-nothing i just- it’s nothing.” she stated. “i shouldn’t be talking to you.” she whispered quietly. “my dads gonna kill me.” she whispered to herself that time, but the girl heard. “what?”

“nothing!” she said louder. the girl jumped. “i’m sorry. i-i need to go.” Y/N said, voice becoming shaky. she began to walk away, but a hand gripped her own. “wait.” the girl said softly.

“i wanted to thank you… for what you did a few days ago. saving me from your own guy. and… i’m Enid, by the way.” she wanted to say something back, but she couldn’t. her words were stuck in her throat. all she could think about was that if Negan found out about this, it wouldn’t end good for either of them.

she tugged her arm out of Enid’s grip and walked away until she was out of Enid’s sight. but Enid started to follow her anyways.

the closer Y/N got walking back towards everyone, she could hear yelling. she pulled out her handgun out of her pocket and began to run. Enid wasn’t too far behind her, and watched as a piece of paper fell out of Y/N’s pocket when she took her gun out.

Enid furrowed her eyebrows and walked over to the paper, leaning down to pick it up before the wind could blow it away. hesitantly, she unfolded the page, eyes widening at what was on it. it was like she was staring into a mirror. a perfect drawing of her was in the page, every detail was perfect.

she had only met Y/N once before today, and Y/N had managed to draw her like she’s known Enid her entire life. Enid took a deep breath and folded it back up, placing it in her own pocket.

when Enid ran back to everyone else, Negan had taken Y/N by the wrist harshly. Enid saw the way Y/N winced. he kept the harsh grip on her as he took her back to their truck and drove off.

something was really wrong, Enid knew it.

“what the hell is wrong with you?!” Negan yelled loudly, voice booming through the Sanctuary. “those people didn’t do what we asked them to do! you have no right to interfere with what i do to them!”

Y/N wanted to scoff. “what we asked them to do?! that’s all you, Dad! that’s all fucking you! you’re the one who asks them to do what’s damn near fucking impossible in an apocalypse. food and supplies are limited! how the hell are they supposed to find all of that for you? use your fucking brain. i pulled you off of Rick because you can’t just punch people for that shit!”

a hard slap landed on her face. Y/N fell back and she gasped in pain as her face began to sting and burn. then Negan grabbed the collar of her shirt and pulled her upwards, so they were face to face. she had never seen him look so angry, and she’s never feared for her life more.

“don’t you dare speak to your father like that. i’m doing this to keep you alive, kid! to keep all of us alive! learn to appreciate what you have!” he yelled in her face and she struggled to get out of his grip. he let go of her with a push, making her stumble back as he stormed out of her room, slamming the door shut.

sobs started to leave her lips as she cried into her hands. her tears made the redness on her cheek burn, but she couldn’t bring herself to care in that moment. she made her way to her bed and cried into her pillow.

after what felt like forever, she stopped crying. Y/N wiped her red eyes and stood up from her bed. she walked over to her door, opening it and peeking out to see if Negan was around. after a few seconds of no sign of him, she walked out and began to head outside.

the woods weren’t too far from the Sanctuary, so she walked over there and sat against one of the trees. it was so silent, and just so peaceful. this is all she needed. peace and quiet. she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, reveling in this moment to herself.

her fingers played with the dead leaves below her, crushing them into little pieces between them. but the sound of crushing leaves started to come from behind her and not from her hands. Y/N’s eyes shot open and she stood up quickly, pulling her gun out again.

Enid came out of the trees, and her eyes widened. she put her gun away and ran over to Enid, grabbing onto her shoulders. Enid gasped at the bruise forming on her face.

“no- Enid, you can’t be here.” she pleaded in a whisper. “if Negan sees you he’s going to kill you. please i need you to lea-“ Enid cut her off, “did he do that to you?” she asked. “yes.” she admitted, and Enid couldn’t help but look worried. “but i’m serious Enid. you can’t be here. he’ll kill both of us.”

Enid shook her head, and then reached for her back pocket. “you dropped this in Alexandria.” she said quietly, and handed the folded paper back to Y/N. her heart dropped at the memory from this morning. when she drew Enid, and stuffed the paper in her pocket when Negan knocked on her door. it fell out when she took her gun out. “i’m sorry.” Y/N whispered. “this is so… creepy of me- i’m so sorry.”

“hey,” Enid whispered. “it’s okay.” she smiled gently at Y/N, hoping it would calm her down. “why are you so nice to me, Enid? you’re not- you’re supposed to hate me.” she whispered back. “because i know you’re trapped.” Enid said to her. “and i want to help you. to help you escape.” she finished. “it’s no use.” Y/N laughed sadly. “you’re asking for a death sentence, Enid.”

“he hit you because you stopped him from beating Rick up, right?” she took a deep breath and nodded. Enid pouted, and gently glazed her finger over the bruise on her cheek. “i don’t care what it takes, Y/N. i’m getting you out of there.”

[hyperfixat]

Really Silly Levi Fic (~650 words)

Literally made this only for me. If someone else likes it that’s on you.

Me and Fnaf and Levi and Tsl we are so silly.

Levi gets it. He’s the same way with TSL as you are with FNAF.

“AHHH!” He screams and tears his headphones off his head. “WHAT THE FUCK?”

You hold your hand over your mouth and giggle.

“WHAT THE FUCK, MC?” Levi turns to you in his spinny chair. “What is this game…?”

“Five Nights at Freddy’s,” you reply, still kinda laughing.

“Why did the bunny attack me? What the hell is this game about? Why is it scary?” Levi is no stranger to horror games, but he wasn’t expecting some human world game to be… actually able to startle him.

“What do you think?”

“It’s cool, I mean, the concept is neat, but what part of it is your favorite. You said this is your special interest, right? Like what about it… makes you go?”

“I like the characters, and the games, but I really like the lore speculations. Like it’s crazy how many possibilities could be canon. In the VR, I think it was, the narrator says something about the first games being the ramblings of a mad man, and that’s meant to be a joke, but if it isn’t a joke that means everything before it came out was fake, and that makes you wonder what is the cannon then? Like were there any child murders? What did William Afton even do to become a bad guy? Did the spring lock incident even happen?

“It’s really hard choosing what to believe, and a part of me is pretty sure the dev didn’t really plan much lore out. I wouldn’t have made much lore for a game I didn’t know would take off, and draw in a crowd. There’s probably a little bit of lore that he’s built off of, but it’s so convoluted, that I want to believe the ‘it’s all fake’ theory.”

Leviathan nods as you speak. “I must say that is a lot more than I expected from an animatronic game. What’s your favorite game in the series, MC. We should play together.”

“I like the third one, with Springtrap. He’s the only animatronic in it, and he’s also like a ghost - zombie man. Lots of people think he’s sexy, but he’s British or something.”

“Ah,” Levi makes a sound of agreement as he opens his Steam account to look for the game. He set up a human realm router to access the games you like.

You continue to talk about random parts of FNAF, not much of it making sense cohesively, but Levi doesn’t mind. He knows what it’s like to be in a happy spot just spewing whatever is on his mind about TSL.

It’s nice having someone to talk about your interests with that won’t find your intensity odd or annoying.

“Okay, it’s downloading now,” Levi clicks out of the steam application and waits for the desktop shortcut to open. “You know the thing you mentioned about William Afton kinda reminds me how in TSL the Lord of Shadow….”

You let him blabber about his seven lords while he boots up the game. The haunting music of the title screen plays beneath his voice, and he’s starting the first night as he talks.

He quiets down after a minute of explaining the connection he found, focusing on clicking up the monitor to check on the ventilation.

(“YOU SAID THERE WAS ONLY ONE ANIMATRONIC?! WHAT WAS THAT?!”)

“Thanks for letting me info dump on you, I love talking about FNAF.” After all five nights with Springtrap, and a brief time on DevilTube watching the clips from TSL (third film rendition) that Levi connected to FNAF, you both lay in his tub.

“I’m always talking about Ruri and The Seven Lords, MC,” Levi snorts from under you. “I like it when you talk about your interests.”

“Mmhm,” you shove your face in the pillow next to his head. “‘s embarrassing sometimes.”

“It’s cute,” Leviathan assures.

[unusual-ly]

Because I feel the need to combine my fandoms, ZOMBIES/Ghosts crossover that like 3 people might understand:

Since the zombies are basically half-dead, they’d be able to see ghosts. After they’re allowed to travel beyond Seabrook, some of them take a trip to England and for whatever reason, they wind up visiting Button House, maybe there’s an event there. Maybe Bonzo drags them to an art exhibition being held there

The humans and werewolves are really confused when the zombies keep talking about people they can’t see, and eventually they meet Alison. She’s of course shocked at the existence of the monsters but hey, she can see ghosts, she’s learned to adjust, and she introduces the zombie kids to the ghosts

Someone inevitably comments on the similar names of Alison and Addison

Bonzo becomes friends with Robin. He tells Robin all about the wolves’ moonstone and he is fascinated. He explains his Moonah ritual and Bonzo passes it on to the wolves. Wynter wants to try it on the next eclipse. Robin howls at some point, Bonzo howls back and that sets the wolves off howling

He’s very sad that he can’t hug his new friend :(

Kitty desperately wants to talk to Bree because they seem so alike so they chat through Bonzo and become friends

Pat wants to give the kids a tour and is in full Scout Leader Mode(tm)

Mary is convinced the monsters are all Of The Devil

Eliza gets into a political debate with Julian. He keeps brushing her off as some dumb kid but she isn’t gonna take that from a dead guy with no pants on

Zoey befriends Jemima and they sneak around, Jemima singing to scare the humans at the exhibit and making Zoey laugh

The Captain is trying to give Zed some advice on being a Proper Young Man(tm) and constantly commenting on how he and Addison are behaving. He is horrified by what is acceptable in teenage relationships these days. On the other end of the spectrum, Thomas is trying to train Zed in the Art Of Romance and gets super frustrated when he doesn’t listen, or when he does but Addison just thinks it’s weird

[simpforboys]

halloween party

she/her pronouns

summary: vinnie and y/n finally let the sexual tension get the best of them

warnings: smut, dirty talk, getting fucked while looking in the mirror (and filming a tik tok), fluff, swear words, drinking

y/n sat on her phone scrolling through tik tok when a ding made her eyes look towards the top. 

vincent: u tryna match for the halloween party or what?

y/n: what u wanna be?

vinnie: idk look on spirit or we can go

y/n: come pick me up

y/n got out of bed, slipping on her converse and fixing her hair. the hype house was throwing a halloween party this year and y/n was invited. 

she adored everything about halloween and was beyond stoked for the party. 

her and vinnie had been talking for about two months now. they were both aware of the mutual feelings, but decided not to rush anything.

twenty minutes later a knock on the apartment door startled her. peeping through the peephole, y/n opened it to vinnie’s welcoming face.

“hi, y/n.”

“hi, vincent.”

vinnie wrapped his arms around y/n in an embrace that lasted a little longer then it should have. “alright, ready to go?” vinnie finally pulled away (even if it hurt him).

“yep. are you gonna buy us food too? i haven’t eaten yet,” y/n grinned.

“y/n, it’s literally-“

“i haven’t gotten out of bed. let’s get food then go to spirit.”

-

after a quick stop at in n out, the teenagers left to the halloween shop. “oh my god i’m so excited,” y/n said as they walked in.

vinnie grinned. “we need to think about what we’re gonna be. i don’t want something cliche, because you’re not cliche,” vinnie said.

y/n grinned.

“if we do something sexy then our fans will go crazy,” y/n suggested.

“i think i would go crazy too,” vinnie (half) joked.

y/n and vinnie began wandering around the store. “what about harley quinn and the joker?” vinnie asked.

“do you know how many harley quinn and jokers there are going to be?” y/n raised her eyebrows.

“right.”

“okay, i have an idea.”

-

y/n stalked into the party, her high heeled boots clicking against the floor. fishnet tights trailed up her legs, connecting to a tight red velvet skirt. a matching black corset held her breasts up as she clamped down on the fake vampire teeth in her mouth, blood splattered on her lips and face.

vinnie, who was wearing a tight black outfit with red accents, practically felt his stomach drop. “god damn, is that y/n?” he heard jack ask.

“vinnie!” jett snapped the blond out of his trance.

“i think you got a little bit of drool on your lip,” jack teased.

“fuck off,” vinnie rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his modelo beer.

“hey, vin,” y/n came over. vinnie swear he felt something unleash inside of him. she looked beyond stunning even closer.

“hey guys! you look great,” y/n complimented the rest of the boys who dressed up as zombies.

“thanks, y/n! you look so good! definitely showed vinnie up,” jett joked.

“did i? maybe,” y/n grinned, looking at vinnie who was blushing madly.

his blond curls fell neatly on his face, matching blood stains on his chin and plump lips as his vampire teeth stuck out.

“vin, come get a drink with me?” y/n asked, holding out her hand.

vinnie immediately grabbed y/n’s hand. “i’ll see you later,” he nodded towards jack and jett.

“yeah, whatever, simp!” jett called out.

“use protection!” jack teased.

vinnie rolled his eyes, allowing his right hand to connect with y/n’s lower back as he guided her towards the bar.

“you look absolutely stunning, babe,” vinnie whispered in her ear. michael jackson’s thriller blasting throughout the house causing both their ears to almost ache.

“so do you, vincent. practically all the girls here are getting horny looking at you,” y/n joked.

“including me,” she added.

vinnie felt his stomach turn to knots. “as if all the dudes aren’t eye fucking you,” he brought up.

“you included or not?” y/n smirked, feeling vinnie pull her closer.

“hmmm, maybe.”

“you’re cute, vincent,” y/n hummed, their lips practically touching.

“pictures!” kouver yelled, snapping a pic of the teenagers before running off.

“that reminds me, we have to do thirst traps later,” y/n said. vinnie nodded.

“we can go up to my room?”

“and leave so soon? party just started,” y/n teased.

“i’m practically dying to get out of here,” vinnie mumbled.

“lead the way.”

vinnie grabbed y/n’s hand, leading her upstairs. hoping no one was trying to have sex in his room, he was relieved to see hera sleeping peacefully on his bed.

“hera, my baby!” y/n awed quietly. the loud music continued to blast throughout the house, but it wasn’t as miserable with vinnie.

y/n plopped herself down on vinnie’s bed, stroking hera gently while scrolling through tik tok.

“wanna make one?” she asked, showing vinnie her saved audios.

vinnie perked up in his office chair. y/n stood back up, surprising vinnie when she sat on his lap.

he instinctively placed his hands on her thighs, rolling them over to the mirror. after they selected an audio, y/n turned began filming and lip syncing the lyrics.

vinnie followed after she did her transition, trying to distract himself from the hot girl sitting on his lap. unfortunately, his body got the best of him.

however, y/n was practically throbbing. vinnie’s boner pressed directly against her ass leaving her lace panties soaking wet.

vinnie could feel that. so, when y/n saved the tik tok to her drafts, vinnie made a decision.

“y/n?”

“hm?” she hummed. the sexual tension was so harsh it was eating them alive.

“can i kiss you?”

“please,” y/n begged, placing her lips on vinnie’s. he hungrily kissed her back, cupping her face as she deepened the kiss.

“fuck,” vinnie groaned when y/n began grinding down on him.

“you’re so fucking hot,” she whispered. her hot breath hit vinnie’s face as he gripped onto her thighs, guiding her on top.

“you show up here in this tight little skirt knowing it’ll get a rise outta me, huh?” vinnie asked.

y/n whimpered as vinnie started rubbing circles on her clit through her panties. “i had to get you to notice me,” y/n replied.

“i’ve noticed you, baby,” vinnie sucked harshly on her neck.

“fuck vinnie, please,” y/n moaned.

“please what, hm?” he hummed, well aware of how she was feeling as she rolled her hips back and forth on his clothed dick.

“fuck me.”

vinnie rolled her skirt up, grabbing her jaw and making her look at them in the mirror.

“watch yourself get fucked by my cock,” he said, freeing his aching dick as he tapped it on her clit.

y/n moaned, her pussy aching as vinnie slid her panties to the side. she watched (and felt) the way vinnie slid into her, both of them whimpering.

“you’re so fucking sexy,” vinnie groaned as y/n started slowly bouncing.

“wait-“ y/n breathed out, grabbing her phone and unlocking it. “are you serious-“

“shhh,” she pressed her lips to his in a heated kiss. clicking on a chase atlantic audio, she moved her skirt.

turning the phone to the mirror, she recorded both of them. “fuck that’s so hot,” vinnie mumbled into her shoulder, his cock twitching at how she began grinding her hips.

“that’s going to my drafts,” she whimpered as vinnie began fucking back into her.

“like the way i fill you up, hm?” he hummed, taking his tattooed hand and bringing it up to her neck.

“vinnie, please-“

“please what? use your words.”

“please let me come,” y/n moaned.

vinnie felt his cock ache at her words. “cum on my cock, baby.”

y/n felt filthy as she came around vinnie’s dick. pornographic moans escaped her mouth as vinnie rubbed circles on her clit.

y/n squeezed her eyes closed, falling back against vinnie as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm.

“good fucking girl,” he whimpered.

“cum inside me, vinnie. please,” y/n begged, her legs aching and sore but she needed vinnie. hearing him being a whimpering mess under her, his head thrown back with his blond curls laid against his forehead, she felt another orgasm quickly approaching.

vinnie shot his cum out feeling y/n’s walls clench around him. “fuck,” the both moaned. vinnie kissed y/n tenderly as they tried to catch their breath.

y/n laid against vinnie, his cock still inside her as they just breathed together. vinnie’s hands were wrapped around y/n’s waist as he held her tightly.

“please be my girlfriend,” vinnie said.

y/n grinned, pushing vinnie’s sweaty hair out of his face. “of course, babe.”

[fleursdemeduse]

Remembrance AU: The First Time

So this isn't the first one I wrote for this "series", but this is the first one chronologically, so I decided this will be the first to be posted. Depending on how well this one and the other two I've written do will help me to decide if this is an AU I wanna continue or not. Feel free to send in asks and stuff about the AU!

Warnings: Violence ; Death

Words: 3.5k

You hated the nether. The thick dry heat choked you in a way that made you feel as if you had stepped into a wildfire in the middle of a desert, but worse. The smell of sulfur seemed to cling to your clothes in a way that made you gag every time. To be honest, you probably wouldn’t even be here if you didn’t appreciate the piglins. You were able to barter with them much easier than the villagers back home, and they had much better stuff. You snorted at the thought, and the large brute before you copied the action.

Home.

The village you had set up base in wasn’t really your home. Just a convenient place that you had set up your bed. A bed which now sat on the other side of the portal you had built on the lower level of the bastion below.

You were grateful to have access to the only thing you really needed in the nether. Trading with the piglins gave you a way to achieve more ender pearls so you wouldn’t have to kill the poor enderman on the surface. You held out another gold ingot to the brute, but he didn’t take it immediately. He was looking at something to the side of your exchange and you turned your head slightly to look too.

The heat of the nether was nothing compared to the warmth that immediately bubbled in your stomach. Everything seemed to fizzle out of existence aside from the large man that had entered the bastion. Which turned out to be your mistake.

Searing pain in your back made you grunt as you were knocked forward into the brute in front of you. You turned to see a ghast behind you that breathed another fireball. The piglin, upset at suddenly being “attacked” started to slice at you with its sword and you hissed at the damage you were taking. You didn’t want to kill the piglin. It didn’t understand that it had been an accident.

You cursed at yourself. You hadn’t realized how hungry you had been all this time, and your health felt dangerously low. Another hit from the explosion of the fireball and a swipe at the brute’s sword replaced the pain with nothing as you died.

You cursed when you woke up in your bed next to the portal. The mattress felt almost too soft as you struggled to remove yourself from it and fling yourself back through the portal. You flew up the steps, your feet taking them two at a time and you hoped your items hadn’t despawned.

You couldn’t help your sigh of relief when you saw Technoblade examining your items. You had been fast enough. You jogged up behind him, a grin on your lips, both relieved for your items and excited to finally meet him. “Hey!”

You immediately jolted to a stop at the sword now placed at your throat, but you could help but laugh at yourself. You should have expected that. You held up your hands in what you believed to be a non-threatening manner as you looked up at him.

“Sorry about that! I’m [y/n].” You watched him slowly lower the blade, eyes behind the mask narrowed at you. He looked both exactly how you expected and not how you expected at all.

“Technoblade.” You couldn’t help the giggle that spilled from your lips as you moved around him to collect your items and put back on your armor. Who hadn’t heard of him?

“Man, I hate ghasts. I worked really hard to save up all those levels, and now I have nothing.” You took a cursory glance at your levels. “Oh, I’m sorry, I have two. Fat load of help that would be. Glad I don’t need to enchant anything for a long while, hm?” You turned back to him once you had your golden boots buckled. You were totally going to take advantage of this opportunity to follow him like a puppy. No one else you had met seemed to actually understand you and the chance at an interaction with someone had you almost crawling up the walls. “Where are we off to, then?”

Techno just stared at you. You were much shorter than he was. At least a foot, if not more. How tall was he again? In this form, about seven feet, he thought. You were very short compared to him. The thought made his lips twitch before he turned, walking in the direction of where he last remembered there to be a fortress.

Chat was going crazy at the discovery of this new anomaly. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t met people he didn’t share a couple lifetimes with before. He had met plenty where they just didn’t meet in a life or two, such as George or Schlatt. But never someone he had shared none with. No one here seemed to speak of anyone new either. It was always the same people, a different storyline. As if DreamXD -or maybe Kristen? He had only met her once, but she had been very kind. Would this be her department, then?- just kept recycling their souls into new realities like a -what did that lifetime call it? A movie? Chat confirmed his thought- played for their own entertainment until they got bored and it was onto the next.

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. You were talking again, but the roar in his brain was louder, so he didn’t pay too much attention to your words, despite how the soft timbre of your voice made something bubble in his chest. What were you even doing here? He had seen you trading with the piglins before your death, -you had respawned so quickly, anyone else in this lifetime took two or three days but you seemed to reappear in what felt like seconds- so why were you following him now?

Chat’s whispers echoed through his mind.

E.

I wonder who they are.

They can’t be older than Tommy.

E.

Maybe we should kill them again, see what happens this time.

Wilbur will want to know about this.

They said their name was [y/n]?

Maybe they’re like Phil.

Pog.

E.

Blood for the blood god.

E.

They’re probably closer to Wilbur’s age.

Stab them.

Jump off the edge.

Push them off the edge.

E.

Techno, will you call my friend Rachel a nerd?

All warfare is based on deception.

His fingers twitched around his sword at the thought. Was this all a trick? It couldn’t be.

Could it?

He glanced at you once more, focusing on your words, finally.

“-like they seem to notice, y’know? I just kind of walk into their houses, take from their chests, and move on. Hell, I even put my bed in, I think the library? Not one of them batted an eye! It’s almost scary, to be honest. I can loot their things, sleep in their beds, practically dismantle their homes, and I get nothing but a “Hnn.” in response!” A small pout found its way to your lips and Techno hummed in response. This seemed to be what you wanted to hear because a smile replaced the pout and you looked up at him. “So where are we going again?”

“Fortress.” His words were short, tone clipped, as if he didn’t know if you were gonna shove him into the lava, or if that was what he planned to do to you. It didn’t matter, to be honest. You were just thrilled he was letting you accompany him. Heart soaring at the feeling of interacting with another intelligent being once more. He even seemed to be listening as you rambled! That had to be a good thing, right? You hadn’t really met anyone else on the server yet, aside from distantly watching Dream, George, and Sapnap build the large building that stood in the center of what they dubbed the Dream SMP. A small giggle fell from your lips. That would have been a cute name had one of the members not been named it. Rather, it just felt self-centered because of that. You were mildly afraid of approaching the trio. You were almost afraid of how they would react when they met you.

You edged closer to the bridge to the fortress with Technoblade and you felt your heart speed up a little. Ash floated across your vision and you felt it hard to breathe for a moment. The sweat that made your clothes stick to your skin under your armor made you feel clammy. You had only been in one of these once since coming here when you wanted to try your hand at learning how to craft potions and needed blaze rods.

That.. hadn’t worked out in your favor.

You had only had one set of diamond armor, and you hadn’t even enchanted it at the time. When the wither skeletons had overtaken you and murdered you without a thought, you remembered racing back and trying to get your items back. This had only led to yet another death, however. Your eyebrows furrowed as the question entered your mind.

How many times had you died?

You remember when you first came to this world, waking up next to a river with a chest filled with bread, a map, a wooden axe, and a few other paltry items sitting before you surrounded by torches. The gentle babble of the water easing you awake and the smell of fresh flowers floated through the breeze. You almost didn’t mind the ants that were crawling on the ledge just a tad too close to you. You remember being so confused and the days being so hard at first. You didn’t even sleep the first couple days because you hadn’t found a village yet. The stupid phantoms that had attacked you had made you way more aggressive than you had meant to be. But you were tired and you were frustrated and you just wanted to find a stupid village already. You had been residing in the one you were in now since you had first found it your third day here. The first two deaths happening on your second day. One because of said phantoms and one because you had fallen from a cliff. You were devastated at the lack of supplies and progress when you just respawned next to that river, awaking to a few scattered zombies and a skeleton or two. You had dug yourself a hole and cried in it while you waited for sun-up. Many more deaths had happened since, but you couldn't seem to be able to remember the number now.

You hadn’t planned on returning to a fortress until you had better equipment, fearing another death. Something better than your diamond armor and golden boots and your sole netherite sword, but who were you to miss the opportunity to go exploring with The Blood God? Besides you had a bow with Power IV you had stolen from a skeleton that had been in the village. You didn’t know how durable it still was, but it was better than nothing, right?

The rattling of bones brought you out of your thoughts. Already a couple of blazes and some wither skeletons were approaching. You drew your sword, heart hammering in your chest. This wouldn’t be like last time. You had Technoblade to back you up. The top PVPer. The winner of the potato war. The Blood God. You could do this. You could do this.

A lucky swing from one of the wither skeletons caught you in the arm and you hissed as the wither effect immediately took hold and you jolted at the feeling. It was numbing. You felt nauseated. Another hit and you gasped when you felt your health drop to a dangerous level. You sliced up with your sword, removing its head from its spine with a gnarly “click” and you immediately moved out of fire to drink some milk and eat a couple of the pieces of salmon you had brought with you.

Whilst you were letting your health regenerate, you removed your bow from your inventory, aiming at one of the blazes, only to watch something white hit it first. You hesitated, looking towards Technoblade, only to see him ignoring the wither skeletons that were approaching you and focusing on throwing snowballs at the flaming mob. Your lips twitched. Fine. You’d take care of the skeletons, then.

You grabbed your sword once more and began attacking the skeletons in front of you with reckless abandon. You were growing mildly frustrated. Your arm hurt now and Techno seemed to be leaving you on your own to fight off the horde that was slowly amassing. There had only been four of them at first, but now four more had sprinted over to join the fray when they saw the two of you. Now, minus the one you had already taken care of and the two Technoblade had killed within the first ten seconds of their approach, there were five. You winced when you heard the sound of both blazes being taken care of and you hadn’t even killed one more.

‘-so she throws this apple, she just chucks this apple and says like, only the hottest goddess can take this apple.’ Chat loved it when he told them mythology stories, despite them being there when he had read it.

E.

Greek mythology pog.

Semi-demi god for the win!

Speaking of discord, how’s the new person doing?

E.

Persephone is definitely the hottest.

At the mention of you, Techno turned his attention to the sound of metal hitting metal and was surprised to see you still standing there, despite being crowded by wither skeletons. Just another thing to tack onto the list about you. He watched you kill another one, followed by a yelp as you took another hit, the wither effect turning the flesh around your wound a purplish black before you killed one more. You backed up on the bridge, drinking more milk and eating another piece of fish. He could see how the action pained you, but you were resilient.

They’re stupid.

Look at them wave that sword around, do they even know what they’re doing?

E.

They haven’t died again yet?

They can’t be one of Schlatt’s people.

Save them.

Technoblade, wasn’t Eris the daughter of Zeus?

E.

He decided to wait and see what you did. If you died, there was more for him to loot. If you didn’t, then it was a lesson. Either way, he wouldn’t have to worry about protecting you further into the fortress. His nose twitched at the smell of your blood and of rot that seemed to ooze off the skeletons. He still needed more wither skulls.

The remaining four attacked you again, despite your low health, and you felt as if you were going to cry. You hated the nether.

Two more were dispatched a lot faster than the first ones had been and you swallowed. Adrenaline coursed through your veins and you felt just the slightest bit more confident in yourself.

Two more left.

You ducked at a swing, movement still slow. You only had one more milk left, and that scared you. You couldn’t, wouldn’t, get hit again with their stupid swords and their stupid wither effect. You sliced with your sword, hooking the metal into the rib cage in front of you and sending the skeleton careening into the other just as it swung down, making the attack miss.You flinched at the sound of metal hitting stone, but you recovered faster than the skeletons in front of you. You could do this.

Another hit, your sword cutting through the skeleton’s vertebrate and killing it. You could do this.

One more.

Your sword was met with metal as you blocked its attack and you grunted, knocking it back. You could do this!

A downward slice had you throwing yourself back onto the side of the bridge as you dodged. You couldn’t die. Not here. Not now. Not in front of Technoblade again. You shoved another piece of salmon into your mouth as you backed up. You really hoped there weren’t any more blazes around. Or more skeletons waiting for you. You shoved yourself off the wall, hitting the wither skeleton with your shoulder to knock it back again before you struck once more, across the neck, beheading it.

The sight of three wither skulls in your inventory made you fall to your knees and you let out a sigh in relief. Your arms ached. Your wounds ached. Your head ached. Your vision doubled for a moment. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. You felt great, despite how dizzy you felt at the moment. You looked at Technoblade, hoping to find him still there.

He was leaned against the wall of the fortress, watching you with crossed arms.

Was he waiting on you?

The thought made you perk up and you scrambled to stand, rushing to him while holding the skulls. “Here! I got them all!”

He merely blinked at you as you handed him all three skulls you had gotten from your fight, placing them into his inventory after a moment. He didn’t speak, just turned to descend further in. Were you supposed to follow him?

You did anyways, feeling proud of yourself. He had waited on you!

The rest of the fortress had been like that. You continuously fighting wither skeletons, blazes, regular skeletons, zombified piglins, and magma cubes, only to turn over your loot to the large warrior who would patiently wait for you. You kept a few of the bars of gold, some diamonds, and one of the saddles you had found, but ultimately, you were just spare hands to help him. The experience you were gaining was more than enough, especially since he seemed to be listening to you ramble on and on. He’d occasionally hum or grunt in response, but not much more than that. It was still such a sweet sound in your ears, despite the constant crackle of fire that just filled the nether.

He didn’t speak when he decided he was finished, just started walking back the way you came and you immediately fell into step next to him when he walked past you.

Despite your exhaustion and the pain you felt, this trip felt more than worth it.

When you returned to the bastion where you two had first met, you grinned up at him.

Techno felt his breath catch in his throat at your smile. That smile almost made the sweltering brightness of the nether feel cold and dark. He had never had someone, aside from Tommy, smile at him with such warmth. No one had a smile like yours. They were all weighed heavy with the memories from lifetimes no longer in reach. But you? You were so tired from accompanying him, still wounded from fighting for him. Aside from the couple small treasures you had hidden away, you had given him everything. There was really no reason for you to have gone with him when you received virtually nothing in return. And now you smiled at him like that? You were-

TechnoSIMP.

E.

Look at how cute they are.

They’re stupid.

Take them back with us.

You should give them something for helping.

Hug them.

Awww look at them!

All warfare is based on deception.

He stopped that thought before it could fully finish.

“I should get going. I don’t know how dark it is and I want a bath.” He nodded at you. “I’ll catch you some other time, alright? Don’t be afraid to come by sometime if you need a buddy again, okay?”

He only hummed in response and watched you glide down the stairs of the bastion to a portal he had never noticed before.

A buddy? You weren’t a buddy. What did he really know about you?

You respawned faster than anyone else he had met. There hadn’t been another chance to test that, but you seemed unphased with your death. When you held up your hands, he couldn’t see the usual hearts on your wrist that they all shared. Even when normal members lost a life, he’s noticed that the normally red hearts are cracked and black. Phil himself had one on the center of his wrist. But yours were bare from the mark. You weren’t immortal, were you? Had he come across a god?

He chuckled at the thought.

Such a tiny god compared to him.

For now, he had to return to Pogtopia. He had to tell Wilbur about you. Perhaps write to Phil and ask if he knew anything about people with no or unlimited lives. He would repay your kindness at a later date.

He only hoped you wouldn’t be on the other side of this war.

[sserpente]

A/N: Requests from two anons. No crying involved but definitely an anxiety-inducing situation for RC if that makes any sense. Enjoy! ♥

Words: 2118 Warnings: brief mention of past abusive relationship, attempted rape

“Honey, don’t you think you have enough candy by now? Who’s gonna eat all that?”

“Me!” Your niece stuck out her tongue as she half-walked, half-jumped through one of the many dimly-lit hallways. Her pumpkin basket was full to the brim already but, as you had suspected, there was no stopping her. You did not mind. You weren’t exactly keen on the annual Dauntless Halloween party in the pit. Lots of alcohol, sweaty bodies and so much fake blood it would take you weeks to get it all out of your clothes, off of your body and your hair. You didn’t hate Halloween, in fact you loved it. But you would rather curl up on the sofa in your tiny apartment reading a good book instead of drinking yourself into a coma.

Your niece looked unbelievably cute in her witch costume. Long ginger hair stuck out from under the pointy hat with the fluffy spider sitting on top. She’d had a little black broom as well—and you were not surprised you had had to keep carrying it after only three apartments already.

She was bound to get tired soon, so you kept telling yourself. You could already see yourself becoming a blanket burrito with a steaming mug full of hot chocolate and some of the leftover sweets you yourself had bought for the other children prior to trick or treating with your niece. You were so lost in thought that you only realised too late she had already started at the next apartment door and gave it a vigorous knock.

“Honey, no, not this one!” Shit. Only a few heartbeats later, the door opened.

“Trick or Treat!” She cried out. She was grinning as she held out her pumpkin basket, waiting patiently for her next victim to give her even more sweets. Only the person who had opened her hardly seemed impressed and instead raised an eyebrow at her. Eric used one of his muscly arms to lean against the threshold, his gaze wandering back and forth between your niece and you.

No one ever dared to knock on Eric’s door, presuming he would breathe down their neck for even considering he would give out candy to enthusiastic little children. Unfortunately, your niece did not know that.

Eventually, his gaze came to rest on you.

“I am so sorry, she was too fast.”

“What happened to your face?” He asked instead of reacting to your half-hearted apology. Oh, right. Embarrassed, you felt your cheeks turning crimson red. You had let your niece put some Halloween make-up on you. There was a giant spider with big orange eyes sitting on your right cheek while she had decorated the left with a black spider web. One thing was for sure, your niece would not become the next Picasso.

“Nothing… my niece thought we should match.” And perhaps next Halloween, she should turn you into a mouse so you could hide in a mouse hole to save yourself from Eric’s scrutinising—and now also downright amused—glance. There was a slight hint of mockery sparkling in his blue eyes as well, so you noticed when he stirred.

“Let me see if I can find something.” Oh. That was unexpected. As he disappeared, leaving his apartment door open, you just stood there dumbfounded all the while your niece tripped on the spot all carefree and blithe. This wasn’t really happening, was it? This was literally your nightmare before Christmas!

About a minute later, Eric returned. In his hands, he held a massive bar of Hershey’s chocolate. It was one of those treats only the leaders of Dauntless were privileged enough to receive every now and then. Your niece’s jaw dropped, eyes widening.

“There you go. You think you’ll be able to carry that?”

“Yes! I’m strong!” She pointed out, emphasising her words by making a muscle with her free arm. “Thank you!” As soon as she had accepted the chocolate, she was already off to the next apartment door. Only you still stood there, seemingly frozen in place.

“Uh… thank you.” You managed to choke out sheepishly.

“You’re welcome…” He mumbled in response. “I’ll see you at the party later.” And with that, he closed the door on you, once again leaving you standing there completely dumbfounded.

You had seen him around on Halloween. Eric never dressed up. Instead, he spent the night sitting at the bar all by himself, occasionally chatting to his fellow leaders and sipping some whiskey—completely unimpressed by his fellow Dauntless members’ craziness and excessive alcohol consumption. In that aspect, he was pretty much like you.

You spent the rest of your niece’s trick or treating pondering over his words. You were certainly overthinking it but what exactly had he meant by that? Did he expect you to show up? You had not planned on going. Would it be rude not to show up now? Jesus, it wasn’t like he had asked you out on a date. Eric was merely not as cold and condescending towards you than to others, perhaps because you always made an effort to be nice and polite to him, especially during your initiation.

And yet, once your niece was returned to your sister and you finally rid yourself of all that make-up on your face, you found yourself picking out something to wear to the party. It was almost like your hot chocolate, book and blanket sighed when you left your apartment and headed to the pit instead.

Halloween was on a full moon this year. Maybe you were going crazy. What were you even expecting? In the end, you settled for wanting to prove to Eric that you were a social person who would not curl up all alone on a day like Halloween—that you were tough; that you were Dauntless.

But you were beginning to regret your decision as soon as you reached the pit. Exuberant laughter and chatting along with loud music nearly blew your ears off, the smell of sweat and alcohol immediately numbing your senses. You coughed a little as you started fighting your way through the dancing crowd, your legs stirring you towards the bar almost automatically. Yep, definitely crazy, you thought to yourself.

At least your make-up was a little more on fleek now. You had gone for a mysterious vamp-look, with smoky eyes and dark-red lipstick, a black dress and your knee-high combat boots to complete your appearance. You felt quite sexy but then again, nothing could quite compete with some cosy pumpkin pyjamas.

“Hey, sweetheart… Can I buy you a drink?” Great. There went another reason for which you hated parties like that. Glancing to your left from the corner of your eye, you spotted an already tipsy man dressed up like a zombie approaching you.

“No, thank you. I can pay for it myself.”

“Don’t have to. I’ll pay for it if you’ll dance with me.”

“No, thank you.” You repeated, a little louder and sterner this time. But instead of letting it go, the man stepped right in front of you. He looked still young, probably among the new recruits who had recently passed initiation.

“What are you so scared of? It’s just a drink.” Only ‘just a drink’ was usually accompanied by the expectation of more than just dancing. You were not wary because of prejudice. You were wary because of personal experience in your old faction and an abusive ex-boyfriend.

“Come on, Drake.” The young man joining him was dressed like a zombie as well. They had done well with their make-up. They were nearly unrecognisable. “It’s not your fault you look like a troll. Allow me to buy the lady a drink.”

Annoyed, you rolled your eyes. “I appreciate it but I don’t want either of you to buy me a drink. Let me through, please.” Perhaps you should go find your friends.

Oh, it had been such a stupid idea to ditch hot chocolate and your warm blanket for this, for Eric. But whatever had gotten into you, you were too stubborn to accept the consequences. Only when you attempted to move past them, they cornered you. Two warm bodies pressed against you, one from the front, one from behind. You shuddered when their hands made a move to wander up and down your arms and waist, moving to the rhythm of the ear-piercing music—and even though everything inside of you screamed to lash out at them and make use of your combat skills, you forced yourself to keep calm.

“Let go of me, you scumbags.” You hissed. You’d give them ten seconds at most. If they did not let go of you until then you would kick the shit out of them. One, two, three…

“You’re in Dauntless, act like it.” They were not entirely wrong, so you hated to admit. The majority of men and women here in Dauntless made no secret out of their countless one-nightstands. Sneaking off and making out in semi-public places was risky, reckless and brave all at the same time—even your friends had told you about the adrenaline rush.

Four, five, six…

“She said no.” A stern voice suddenly came to your rescue. You did not need to turn around to know who it belonged to. Eric stood like a particularly intimidating bouncer. You could practically feel the heat radiating off of his body as he positioned himself behind you with his arms crossed.

“Eric! Come join us. We should take this happy ensemble to a quieter place. Ever had a foursome, love?”

“She said no. Take your hands off her before I rip them out and throw them down the chasm. Don’t think you’re safe just because you’ve passed initiation now.”

“Geez, spoilsport. Come on, Drake.”

“I was about to handle this myself.” You hastened to explain when they finally staggered off, lifting your chin up in a proud and independent manner. Eric slightly raised his eyebrows. Well, at least the reason for your presence at this uncomfortable party was here now.

“I know.” Apparently, he’d been headed for the bar as well. With your heart in your mouth, you found yourself following him until you finally reached your destination and asked the barkeeper for a cold beer. Eric went with his traditional whiskey.

“You’re shaking.” He remarked, arms crossed on the counter.

“I’m cold.”

“Cold? This is a sauna. You were afraid of what they might do to you.” He said matter-of-factly and oddly, without any hint of scorn in his voice. The urge to react all defensive overwhelmed you nonetheless.

“So? I went through one abusive relationship, I’m not keen on going through that again because some arseholes believe I have to have one-nightstands for the sake of being Dauntless.”

Eric hummed; in silent agreement, probably. For a brief moment, he was still. You took the time to take a few eager sips from your beer. At least that compensated you a little for relinquishing Halloween night as a blanket burrito.

“Your face looks better than before.” He said then.

“Yeah… thanks. I told my niece begged me to do my make-up for her candy hunt. I didn’t have much choice in the matter.”

The Dauntless leader smirked. “I take it you did not intend for her to knock on my door.”

“No.” No one ever does, you added quietly.

“Well, she seems tough. She should stay in Dauntless once she’s old enough to choose.” He paused.

“I hope so too. ‘Faction before blood’ only sounds easy.”

“Tomorrow, nine o’clock in the training hall. I’m going for a run.” He suddenly commented out of the blue. Your eyes widened. Excuse me?

“Huh?” Frowning, you studied his face, searching for the joke you quite apparently did not understand. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

Eric raised his eyebrows once more. “Was I being unclear?”

“Well, no but—“ There was one thing you knew about Eric for certain. You did not defy him. Ever. There was a part of you which wanted to, simply out of spite but the other… the other had dragged you all the way to this party merely because Eric had suggested to ‘see you there’. Heavens, was this really happening? Was the most fearful Dauntless leader of them all actually taking an interest in you? Should you thank your niece for being the trigger… or damn her?

“Good,” He interrupted you harshly, “Tomorrow, nine o’clock in the training hall.” When you said nothing, too flabbergasted to even respond, he simply downed his whiskey and ordered a new one. Well, Happy Halloween to you. It honestly seemed like this was going to be a promising night after all.

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A/N: If you enjoyed this story, I would appreciate it so much if you considered supporting me on Kofi! It’s either for caffeine or red wine, I’ll take both. ko-fi.com/sserpente ♥

[astralkoo]

I love your work! Do you have any JJK or Jimin fanfics to recommend to us, besides yours? (I've read all of it at least 10x each lol)

First of all thank you so much, you’re an angel and I’m so so so so incredibly happy you enjoy my writing 🥺❤️ second of all do I ever!!!!!!! I’ve never made a fic rec list before so bear with me:

JJK

One Shots ;

Kiss it Better by @jincherie

(okay literally everything written by jincherie is amazing I am obsessed w her hybrid/supernatural fanfics, I’d definitely recommend you check those out but cheerleader jk wearing a FREAKING SKIRT just does something to me. And it’s so cute and funny and adorable and you just will absolutely love the all of the characters)

Bite Me by @jeonsweetpea

(where do I even begin? Vampire reader? Masochist Guk? How do I express my love for this one shot? I do not know. But I love it, very much and highly HIGHLY recommend. I’ve read it so many times it’s not even funny at this point. And it’s still one of my favorites ever.)

Euphoria by @jeonsweetpea

(I have a massive weak spot for anything android I think that is so freaking cool and this one shot was so good!!!!! Subby Android Jungkook is just heaven for me okay, like my wet dream. Sorry was that TMI? whatever, check out this one shot!!!)

Deal by @vinterjeon

Hopping Mad For You by @readyplayerhobi

(This is the fic that made me realize that all I needed in my life was bunny guk and I high highly recommend reading it (if you haven’t already) bc it is sososososoos adorable and guk is the most precious human/bunny ever to exist and I love it with all my heart)

Little Wolf, Pretty Wolf, Your Wolf by @readyplayerhobi

Knock Out by @gamerguk

(I remember seeing the teaser for this and being so excited and checking back every day for the full fic to be posted and then it was and all of my expectations were exceeded and I absolutely loved it oh my god it’s so funny and sexy and yes I recommend.)

Baby Boy by @gukptune

(this is one of the first guk fics I read on here so I have a soft spot for it :(( plus I love it and guk is adorable and sub guk is even cuter thank you and goodnight.)

Gold Rush by @nochugguk

Cardboard Castle by @kittae

(the image of jungkook sucking a popsicle has been burned into my head and haunting me ever since I’ve read this fic. and also I want to build a fort and cuddle w him in it. The perfect sexy cute combination.)

Dumbo by @cinnaminsvga

(this fic is wild bro, the reader is crazy bold and I love it and jk has nipple piercings and I can’t get that image out of my head it’s so sexy oh my god.)

Wintervale by @fantasybangtan

(ohhhhhhhhh my goddddddd I loved this one shot so muchhhhhhh it was so sexy and well written and ugh. Again, subby jk so I love it, thank you very much. It’s part of a series, and I’d definitely recommend you check out Taehyung’s pirate au too which is also phenomenal.)

Stay In Your Lane by @luxekook

(oh my goddddddd bratty kook is a big yes!!!!!! and this fic portrays that so well and I love love love it!!!)

Series/Multiple Parts ;

Freak-Quency by @gukslut [ Companion Piece : Boots ]

(he spits in your mouth and you punish him and it’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever read and I love it and oh my god yes + plus rockstar!guk is just something else yum)

To Tame a God by @vinterjeon

(holy fcking shit, this series is just *chefs kiss* immaculate in words I can’t even begin to describe. I’m a btch for a good werewolf au and the fact that kookie is a bit of a sub? yessir thank you very much plz check this out it’s one of my favorite series ever)

Bunny Troubles by @appreciatethefoolishness

(this fic is so freaking cute I can’t handle it. Bunny!guk and Sub!guk tied into one is almost too much for me to handle on its own but wrapped up in this adorable fic is just UGH you know?)

Bitchin’ by @kinktae

Flesh & Blood by @kinktae

(okay jungkook is literally a freaking zombie how sick is that? I loved Warm Bodies (both the book and the movie) so I love this series!!! It’s cute, funny, smexy and I thoroughly enjoyed reading it!)

The Doms Next Door by @tatertotthethot (ft. Tae)

(okay hear my out. I usually do not read dom!bts fanfic bc I prefer subby boys over dom boys, I don’t know why that’s just how my mama made me. But this fanfic— holy— oh my god how do I even— it’s so phenomenally written and so enrapturing and engaging that it just completely pulls you into the plot and you become invested and intrigued and holy fuck it’s so sexy and I really did like reading it a lot so even if you’re not so into dom!bts I’d say give this a chance and see what you think!)

Secrets of Silk by @nochugguk

(y’all wanna talk about camboy guk? Because I do. And this fic is freaking immaculate. I read it a while ago so I don’t remember too many specific details but dude, I remember just being hooked and absolutely loving it.”

Felicity by @nochugguk

For Science by @boymeetsweevil

(ugh I love love this series, it funny and cute and sexy and the perfect amount of messy and I def recommend checking it out!!!!)

If your into sub guk please check out @namsjunies fics, just all of them bro HERE is the link to their masterslist

PJM

One Shots ;

While You’re At It by @aureumjeon

(dudeeeee I remember seeing the teaser for this and getting hooked immediately!!! And then I read the actual fic and it was so freaking good!!!!! Pool Boy Jimin is something to behold, I must say.)

Florezco by @honeymoonjin

(this one shot is just so pretty. It is so freaking pretty. There is something so rhythmic and beautiful about the way it was written, the words and language used. The descriptions are beyond astounding. The plot as well is so amazing, you can see through every little interaction how their relationship grows and developed and it is so beautiful.)

Diary of a Bodyguard by @kernelmeow

Series/Mutiple Parts ;

Good Boy by @btssmutgalore

(if I’m going to talk about sub jimin, I’m going to talk about the Good Boy series, I mean come on that’s just a given. This series just— yes. The character development, the relationship growth, the ridiculously well written plot, just all of it. It’s an amazing read through and through and a definite must read!!!)

Handyman by @drquinzelharleen (ft. Tae)

(ohmygod I love this series so much. Jimin yum, reader is a boss bitch, the sex is right up my alley but it also has plot with ups and downs and I very much enjoyed reading it and perhaps (more than likely) you will too.)

Timid by @jincherie

(I melt every time. It’s so sweet, so cute, freaking tooth rotting. Jiminie is so precious and lovable and shy and I am so weak for him it’s actually not even funny. If you want cute hybrid jiminie, this is the fic to read, I swear you won’t regret it.)

Blood Rank by @gukptune

Baby, Baby by @hobiwonder (ft. Tae)

(bro, the relationship between Tae, Minnie, and the reader is just— wow. The development between the three is incredible and oh my goddd its amazing.)

Between Other Worldly Creatures by @btsjeonjazz (ft. Tae)

JJK + PJM

Humanity by @bts-trash-blog

(these hybrid babies are so precious bro I swearrrrr this fic gave me a roller coaster of emotions and I can’t wait for more parts to come out!!!)

Peach Blossoms by @pasteljeon

Abundance by @angelicyoongie

(okay, I know this is technically OT7 but oh my god, you wanna talk about one of the best hybrid fics I have ever read??????? It is so incredibly well written and the boys are a mess but an adorable lovable mess and guk is so cute and jiminie is a little shit but damnit I love it and I am so excited for when everything falls into place and they’re happy and lovey and sorry I am getting ahead of myself but if you haven’t read it already, it’s a must read.)

[melon-wing]

Unrequited Love [Ren/Grian/Impulse]

[Fanfiction Masterlist] Grian smoothed down the fabric of the costume he was wearing and smiled at his reflection. Mumbo had teased him earlier when he’d seen Grian’s costume hanging inside the base, but Grian loved it. Sure, the guy who had sold it to him off-world might have thought Grian was buying it for his girlfriend, but that hadn’t stopped his excitement.

He was dressed in all black, a top held up by an array of leather belts, with translucent fabric attached to it’s back and sides, when Grian moved around it flew nicely behind him and the little pieces of glitter sparkled like the night sky. Below it he just wore some simple black pants… Well, simple apart from the fact they were so tight it had taken him a good minute to get inside.

Grian picked up the gloves from his bed, and pulled one after the other over his hand and arm, the soft satin gently caressing his skin. They stopped a bit above his elbow. He turned to look at himself in the mirror again and smiled. There was a loud knock on his door and a loud string of curses escaped his mouth. Damn, was it already so late? He really should have taken less time doing his makeup, but he had just felt the need to put some on to complete the look. 

Grian hurriedly stepped into his boots, pulling them up all the way to his knees. There was another knock. He grabbed the rest of his outfit and strode to the door of his mansion hurriedly, pulling it open just after a third knock, to look at Mumbo, hand still raised from knocking.

“Took you long e- Grian! Oh my word!”

Mumbo looked him up and down and Grian knew that look he had on his face, the way his eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“That is a rather... interesting look you got there. How in the world can you even walk in these?” Mumbo was staring at the boots and Grian smiled as he looked down at the heel as well, shrugging slightly. “Lots of practice. It’s not that hard once you get used to it”, he said and then let his eyes travel over Mumbo. “You look adorable.”

Mumbo was still wearing his suit and from afar, Grian probably wouldn’t have even noticed a change. Mumbo had two cat ears clipped into his hair and when Grian leaned a bit to the side he could see a black tail attached to the suit pants.

“I wanted to go as a secret agent again, but I was warned that I would not be let inside then, because wearing sunglasses is apparently not a real costume.”

Grian giggled and finally put a little black hat atop his head. He had considered also taking a broom with him, but it would have been annoying to carry that thing around for the whole party. Mumbo offered an arm and Grian took it, letting himself be led down the stairs by his friend.

“You really should have dressed up as an angel. Then you could have gone an evening without the need to hide your wings. I bet the others would have been impressed by that costume”, Mumbo said thoughtfully.

Grian only shrugged. “Not spooky enough”, he mumbled, though that wasn’t the real reason. He didn’t want the other Hermits to see his wings. He didn’t want them to know. Mumbo only knew because he had found out by accident. Not even Ren knew he was a Watcher and they had been getting closer and closer lately.

Mumbo chuckled a bit, luckily not picking up on Grian’s unconfident thoughts.

“Or could it maybe just be the fact that Ren told you he had a thing for ‘sexy lil witches’? Though I think you might have overdone the sexy part a bit.”

Grian could feel the heat rising to his cheeks immediately, as his mind wandered to Ren. Mumbo had hit the nail right on the head. While he hadn’t dressed up as an angel because of personal reasons he probably wouldn’t have dressed up like this if it hadn’t been for Ren. His best friend just knew him too well.

“I just liked the costume. And I bet he was talking to Impulse when he said that. You know? His boyfriend? His very serious and long term partner? Even some stupid sexy costume won’t change that”, Grian replied, going from flustered to saddened. “Just this once. I just want him to look at me and think I’m attractive once. I want him to look at me even a tiny bit the way he looks at Impulse.”

“Grian, you know they love-”

“Do you think Xisuma will have a new suit again?” Grian interrupted Mumbo suddenly, raising his voice slightly. He didn’t want to talk about it. He didn’t even want to think about it. And while Mumbo gave him a knowing look he still indulged him in changing the topic.

It didn’t take them long to reach the area where Xisuma had set up the party, an open field just next to a forest. Everything was decorated for the occasion, lit up pumpkins surrounding the area. There were chairs and tables, crates of drinks and foods set up. Loud music came from some redstone contraption that Mumbo had built a few days ago. Xisuma greeted them with a smile, still wearing his armour, but at least he had changed its look once more, now resembling some spooky creature instead of the little friendly striders.

Grian’s eyes drifted to the people already there and then his eyes landed on Ren and Impulse, standing in one corner and he could feel his heart pulling him forward. He left Mumbo’s side, who only gave him a little sigh, probably knowing of Grian’s hopes. What if they’d look at him differently today? Maybe today they’d finally notice him in a different way.

Ren turned around first. He was dressed up in the robes he had worn back at the demise games, a hood covering his hair. The scythe he used to carry around was lying abandoned on a wall off to the side, along with some scary looking mask that he had probably added on to the costume, more fitting the style of his space themed area he was living in now.

And sure, the costume was probably not meant to be sexy, but the spooky and powerful vibes Ren gave of in this were such a turn on to Grian and he swallowed, almost tripping over in his heels. He raised his gaze from Ren’s costume to his face. Ren was looking at him open mouthed, eyes wide and Grian was pretty sure he saw a blush. He smirked. Well things were going as planned after all. Grian’s eyes drifted to Impulse and he froze for a second. Impulse was dressed up like he had been in Demise as well, fake blood staining his clothes that were partly ripped. A partner’s costume… Now wasn’t that nice?

Grian forced a smile onto his face and kept walking while knowing that those two pairs of eyes were fixed on him.

“Grian, dude! You look good! Only you would be crazy enough to pull off a look like that. It suits you!”, Ren said, pulling him into a half hug and patting his back a few times. Grian could feel the heat rising to his cheeks, looking up at Ren, right into his eyes. In his mind he was just throwing his arms around Ren and pulling him into a kiss, but that was just a fantasy.

“Thanks. You guys look good as well. That brings back some very nice memories of last season.”

“Like when you killed me, lil guy?”

Grian burst into giggles. 

“Your greed killed you, not me. Well your greed and your cute overexcitement when you jumped off that tank.”

Ren laughed as well and suddenly there was a hand on the side of Grian’s face, gently tugging a strand of hair behind his ear. 

“Well right now I’d say you’re the cute one between us, Grian.”

Grian’s heart was racing. He leaned into the touch, his breathing getting faster. Was it just imagination or was Ren leaning forward? Was this just another one of his daydreams or was this-

“Ren”, Impulse’s voice pulled them from the trance and Ren let his hand drop immediately, stepping back with a sheepish smile, before turning to Impulse and caressing his cheek the same way he had just done to Grian.

“No worries, my sweet little zombie boyfriend, I haven’t forgotten about you. I never would.”

Grian felt his heart aching as he forced the smile to stay on his face. Impulse looked at him weirdly, making Grian wonder if he knew how much Grian wanted to get in between them. Or maybe he thought Grian only wanted to steal Ren away… God, he couldn’t bear it if Impulse started hating him. He quickly raised his hands defensively and smiled.

“Yeah! I won’t use my charm to bewitch him, no worries. I have my eyes on someone else anyways. There was a reason I dressed up like this after all”, he just lied. He needed them to get off his trail and a crush on someone else would certainly remove all the doubt cast on him.

Ren looked confused and wanted to say something, probably to ask who that person was, but Grian didn’t give him a chance, making up some excuse about having to go over to Doc to annoy him a little next and he darted off to the table filled with drinks where Doc stood.

He had an easy time, falling into his bantering with Doc while getting a drink, both of them poking fun at the other’s costume. And seriously… A half creeper dressing up as a cat - “because seriously Grian, those things are scary as hell.” - was the funniest thing. At least Doc had put some more thought into his costume than Mumbo and actually looked good in the get up.

They were a few drinks in, both laughing at Grian telling another story of a prank he had pulled, when Doc was called away by Ren. An amused snort left his lips.

“Gotta go, G. Someone is not happy about us talking.”

Grian sighed, shaking his head. He didn’t really know what Doc was hinting at, but he’d probably know sooner or later if it involved some shenanigans on the server. Maybe something about the war in the shopping district. But he was still the tiniest bit annoyed at Doc for hurrying off. Just when he had started to have fun and forgotten about everything else. He took another full bottle and then went off to the side, sitting down on a small stone wall, letting his eyes travel over the party now going in full swing.

He smiled fondly, when he saw Mumbo. A very drunk Stress was sitting on his lap, painting whiskers on his face and by how flushed Mumbo was, she was definitely moving around more in his lap than absolutely needed and Grian bet she knew what she was doing. Despite the very obvious flustered state Mumbo was in, he didn’t seem too uncomfortable, so Grian wouldn’t need to pull one of his best friend saving moves. 

Doc had moved on from Ren and was now in a heated discussion with Iskall. Going from the way their hands were moving and their scrunched up faces, it had something to do with redstone. And well… Those two discussing redstone? That could take at least an hour. So much for Grian’s plan to go back to their little banter. 

That meant he had to find something else to distract himself. Or someone else… He knew for a fact that Bdubs wouldn’t say no if Grian came on to him. Maybe he could just have some fun and- 

He looked at Impulse and Ren again, Ren throwing his head back and laughing, Impulse smiling softly, and Grian’s heart jumped in joy.

Maybe he’d just get another drink after all.

~*~

The party had been going for a while now. And honestly, Grian wanted to have fun, he really tried to. He had downed a few drinks, hoping to loosen up, but the way Impulse and Ren stuck together, showing way too much PDA, was really putting his mood down.

Impulse leaned over to Ren, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, making the other giggle in amusement. Grian felt something tighten in his stomach. He wished he could make all his feelings just disappear, go and take the pain away. He wished he could turn back time to stop himself from ever starting the Hippies. If he had just let things go, maybe joined Area77 instead of fighting them, he could have just developed a crush on someone like Doc who probably would have been much more open to any advances Grian made. Maybe then he wouldn’t feel this overwhelmed and helpless right now.

Xisuma walked up to Ren and Impulse, talking to them and Ren stood up, waving to Impulse before leaving with their admin.

Grian felt relief flooding him, followed by guilt. He shouldn’t be feeling like that. He should be happy for his friends. It should be enough for him that the people he loved were happy, even if he wasn’t the one to give them their Happy Ever After.

This guilt burdened him every day, overwhelming him, combining with the sadness and jealousy, making him fall deeper and deeper into what felt like an endless hole of his own creation. He had tried to get out, tried to move on. It seemed impossible. It was as if his crush was a giant mountain he had to dig through, but all he had was a wooden pickaxe. 

Every time he looked at them, every time they showed any signs of affection for one another, everytime they were nice to him, everytime they kissed, the mountain just seemed to grow, becoming even more impossible to overcome. And he hadn’t even started digging yet, just standing in front of the mountain, frozen, unable to do anything.

Grian looked into his glass at his own reflection. He had really tried his best for this party. He had really thought he could sway them if he just looked attractive enough. It hadn’t worked.

“What’s got you looking so sad?”

Grian looked up at Zedaph and Tango, who both looked at him and then sat down on the wall next to him, both taking one side. Tango was dressed up in a white robe, little wings and a halo attached to his body to finish the look, wearing golden glitter all over his body. Zedaph on the other hand was wearing a red suit, with little bat wings and two red horns on his head.

“Nothing. I was just lost in thought. The question is what’re the two of you up to again? Playing a little angel and devil on my shoulder?”

They both giggled and it was Zedaph who spoke up first.

“Really no need for that if we both tell you the same thing. Although, if it helps, I can phrase it more crudely and Tango can make it sound more sweet.”

Grian looked between them in confusion as his eyes finally settled on Tango.

“What?”

“See, told you he would like to hear it said more sweetly, honey.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

Grian just raised his eyebrows in confusion and Tango smirked. A smirk that didn’t really fit the way he was dressed up.

“Well we noticed the way you were looking at our dear buddy Impulse as if he was a godly being walking among mortals.” “Also the way you devour Ren’s sexy ass.”

“Yeah, that as well. You’re pretty obvious.”

Grian felt a blush rising to his cheeks, against all effort to suppress it. He knew where this was going. This is why he had tried to hide his crush from the other Hermits as well. They would disapprove and tell him not to get in between those two. He didn’t want to hear how hopeless it was from somebody else. His mind was already doing a good enough job of screaming that.

“You guys really don’t have to worry! I won’t do anything.”

“Well now that is the problem and why we came here”, Zedaph said and Tango made a sound of agreement.

“Yes. I think Impulse really wouldn’t mind banging you.”

“TANGO! Language! Remember you’re the angel. I’m the one doing the dirty talk.”

Tango giggled and batted his eyelashes a bit, trying to look innocent. “Sorry. I meant Impulse and Ren really want to spend some quality time with you.”

Grian wanted to laugh at that. He did believe that Tango was telling the truth. What would he gain from lying? But what he was saying… This wasn’t what Grian had wanted.

He simply nodded and Zedaph went on.

“What Tango was trying to say is that the two of them have been talking about you. They’ve been doing that for a while but they won’t get their asses up and ask. And we noticed how sad you are. It really shouldn’t be our place to tell you, but since they’re too dumb to realise… They really would like you to join their-”

“It’s alright”, Grian interrupted Zedaph and stood up, gently smoothing down the fabric of his costume with one hand and then turning around to look at his fellow hermits. “I know you want to help, but I’m really not interested. You must have misunderstood.”

It was weird. All they were saying made his heart race and hurt at the same time. He wanted to be with Impulse and Ren. He really did. He would give anything to be with them. But to hear from someone so close to them that all they were interested in was Grian’s body and to have a little adventure with him? It hurt so bad.

“If you’ll excuse me now, I need another drink. Maybe try your angel and devil spiel on someone more interested. I think Mumbo’s pining hard for Stress and too scared to make a move. I’m just fine.”

Without letting Tango and Zedaph protest he went over to the drinks again, putting his empty bottle into one of the crates and looking over the selection of drinks. He heard a noise and raised his head, looking to the forest. Ren stood there between the trees, staring at him through the holes of his mask, beckoning him with one hand. Grian blinked in confusion, turning his head to look behind him. Surely Ren meant Impulse and not him. But Impulse was still sitting off to the side and no other Hermit was close by. Noone was even looking in Ren’s direction and Xisuma still had not returned. Grian turned back. Ren was still waving him over. So Ren really did mean him. Grian felt his heart skip a beat when he walked around the table and up to Ren. But just when he reached him, Ren turned around and started walking into the forest.

“Ren? What’s up? You already done with whatever help Xisuma needed?”

Ren just nodded and kept walking and Grian stumbled a bit trying to follow him. This forest ground was really not made for high heels.

“Do you want to show me something?”

Ren nodded again and Grian smiled a bit uncertain. Well Ren surely was full of surprises and this might be one of them.

“Well let’s go then. Just… Maybe a bit slower. I really don’t wanna fall down.”

Ren turned his head a bit, looking at him, but Grian really couldn’t make out any expression with his mask back on his face again, covering everything but his eyes, the hood so low that it cast a shadow, making even his eyes disappear.

Ren made a hum of agreement. It seemed to echo and Grian looked around in confusion. Well that was a strange effect. The trees weren’t even close enough to produce an echo…

“Where are we even going in such a hurry? What do you have planned? Any prankage happening?”

“Hungry… So hungry.”

Grian looked at him a bit confused, but then smiled again. “Oh well that explains the hurry. You really should have gotten something from the snack bar before taking me here. Just… A little slower then.”

They started walking again. Slower this time, giving Grian the opportunity to walk up next to Ren. He kept looking down at Ren’s hand, right next to his and his heart was racing as he decided to be brave. He let his hand brush past Ren’s a few times and when he didn’t pull away, Grian just grabbed it gently. He expected Ren to pull away or make a joke, but he just closed his fingers around Grian’s hand, holding it tight.

Grian smiled.

He’d have this at least.

~*~

Impulse smiled as he watched Ren and Grian retreat into the forest. Everything was going according to plan. He had been a bit worried when he had seen Zedaph and Tango approaching Grian. They had kept threatening to tell Grian everything if he and Ren didn’t finally pull their heads out of their asses and confess.

But they were ready now. They had planned everything. They had waited so long for this evening. Ren would talk to Grian now. Alone without Impulse, so they wouldn’t overwhelm him and so the others wouldn’t notice. Grian could let Ren down gently without feeling pressured in a two against one situation. And since Ren and Grian had been closer before Impulse had entered the picture, Impulse had let Ren have the honour of confessing for both of them.

Impulse would get his own opportunity to shower Grian in love later, if everything went according to plan. It had been kind of cute, seeing Ren so overeager the whole evening. He had almost spilled their secret the moment his eyes had landed on Grian in his sexy costume. And Impulse could understand that sentiment. One comment from Ren and Grian had dressed up like that. It really had to mean something. Both of them were so confident… He just wished Ren would have told him he’d go for it now after he had been done helping out Xisuma with setting up the fireworks. It had just been a lucky coincidence that Impulse had glanced up when Grian had followed Ren. 

Impulse kept glancing at the forest, heart racing as he fiddled with the scythe lying next to him nervously. He knew a talk light that might need a while. Ren surely would have some explaining to do. Impulse just wished he was still able to see them between the trees. They couldn’t have gone more than a couple of metres after all.

A few minutes passed. Impulse’s fingers kept twitching, his leg bouncing up and down. He rolled the scythe back and forth on the little wall. A loud clattering sound yanked him out of his thoughts and he looked down in confusion, bending down to pick up the object that had fallen. He looked at it in confusion. It was the metal mask that was part of Ren’s costume. He had abandoned it earlier in the evening, because he had said it was weird to have his face covered all the time. 

Hadn’t he just worn that when he had walked into the forest? Impulse was pretty sure he had seen it on Ren’s face… 

“I’m back!”

Impulse raised his eyes from the mask to Ren who was walking up to the little wall, Xisuma only a few steps behind him. He wasn’t wearing a mask… He had come out of the opposite direction of the forest.

“Ren…? How… How did it go? What did he say?” Surely Ren must have just rounded the party, maybe he had taken a walk while talking to Grian. Surely there was a logical explanation.

Ren stepped up to him, tilting his head, scrunching up his forehead in confusion. “Xisuma?”

“No. Grian. What did he say?”

“I… What?”

“Didn’t you just go into the forest with him?”, Impulse asked, a weird feeling rising in his stomach. “Oh god, did he take it that bad and ran off?”

“Impulse what are you talking about? I was just helping Xisuma out. It took a bit longer because he’s crazy and went completely overboard with the fireworks again.”

Impulse suddenly felt panic rising. He had seen Ren walk into the forest with Grian. He was so sure of that. But had he really seen Ren. With the robe and the mask covering the whole body.

“Ren… I just saw someone dressed in your costume take Grian into the forest. I thought you were going with him for a talk.”

Ren froze up a bit as well, his smile faltering a bit. 

“You think someone is playing a prank on him? You don’t think Tango or Zedaph would pretend to be me to get this done with?”

They both looked to the party and as Impulse’s eyes drifted over the people his heart began sinking further and further until Ren uttered the words that made his heart almost stop, voice filled with dread.

“Everyone else is here.”

Impulse sprang into action at once, running over to Xisuma and grabbing the admin who dropped a crate of fireworks.

“Impulse? What the…?” “X! You need to teleport Grian over here right now!” Xisuma looked at him in a mixture of confusion and worry.

“Impulse. Calm down. What’s going on?”

“Grian went into the forest with a person and everyone whitelisted is here. X! He could be in danger!”

Xisuma seemed alerted at once, the helmet lighting up with what Impulse knew was the admin console. He let go and Xisuma typed something apparently into thin air. Impulse waited with bated breath. A teleport wouldn’t take long. It was a simple command. A very simple command. Seconds passed. Xisuma was typing again. And again. And again, his movements getting more frantic.

“I can’t teleport him. Something is interfering with my powers.”

Impulse felt like someone had dumped an ice cold bucket over him, desperate eyes looking to the forest.

“No… Grian.”

~*~

Grian felt his heart racing as they kept walking, the forest growing more and more dense. They were lucky though, no mobs were spawning and Grian wondered if Xisuma had tweaked the world’s settings a bit for their little party after the phantom fiasco of last year when all the redstoners had forgotten to get some sleep in a bed before the big event.

“Is it much further? I don’t think I can go back if we walk any longer. I might look confident in these heels, but they’re not made for long distances.” Grian gave a small chuckle, but Ren didn’t say anything. It was weird, just how quiet he was. Usually Ren would chatter all the way to some destination. It was hard to get him to stop talking.

“Ren is everything alright?”

“Hungry…”

Grian made a confused sound and looked around again. Something felt off. Something wasn’t right. The forest was quiet. Too quiet. This was not natural.

Grian cast a look at Ren, but he seemed really focused ahead on whatever way he had planned out for him. He wouldn’t notice… Grian concentrated and he knew his eyes were glowing slightly. Ren’s fingers twitched, tightening on his hand and Grian wondered if he somehow felt the Watcher magic. But there was no way he could. He would only notice if he turned and noticed the glow in Grian’s eyes.

Grian let his magically enhanced senses spread out. There was nothing. Nothing at all. And that was a huge red flag. There was always something. He always felt something. There was no sign of any living being, alive or dead close by. Not even a tiny insect. Not even...

Grian suddenly stopped, pulling his hand from Ren’s grasp.

Not even Ren.

He took a few hurried steps back.

“Ren. What is going on? Why… Why do you have no life force?”

There was a weird echoing sound and it took Grian a few seconds to realise that it was laughter. Deep, distorted laughter. And it was coming from Ren.

Ren raised a hand to the mask, taking it off as the hood of the robe fell back as well. 

Grian was staring straight into Ren’s face. It looked like Ren, but the expression seemed so twisted. A grin he had never seen on Ren’s face, revealing sharp teeth when he opened his mouth.

“I’m hungry.”

Grian took a few steps back again. Ren’s mouth stretched open so much further than a human mouth could, revealing so many sharp teeth.

“You look tasty. You smell good”

Grian raised his hand up as fast as he could, but Ren - no, not Ren, something - was faster as he was pushed against a wide tree with a force that was not human, his head hitting the wood hard, making him dizzy.

He summoned his magic up, a purple glow surrounding his whole body. He’d just push the creature off, summon his wings and run off. He just needed another second to collect his energy and-

The creature moved forward. Grian expected an attack, but suddenly lips were pressed against his. It felt weird, it felt wrong. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t pull away. The glow around him started to flicker. He tried to summon his magic, but it kept slipping from his grasp. And then the glow disappeared completely. The creature pulled back from him. His face morphing into that of Impulse and Grian looked at it out of breath, feeling so weak all of the sudden, his legs beginning to shake.

“W-what…?”

“You really are tasty… Unrequited love. The amount of sadness. Loneliness. Desperation. It all called out to me so loud. So tasty.” The creature licked its lips, a long tongue darting from the wide mouth. “I’ve never had a taste this good. Being in love with two people… Must be painful.” Another laugh, echoing all around Grian’s head, Impulse’s voice being distorted as if another voice was speaking at the same time. ”And you have magic as well. This meal will last me for centuries. I will enjoy every last drop of your energy until you’re nothing but a hollow shell… and then I’ll devour you.”

Grian made a tiny sound, raising his hands, weakly trying to push the creature away, but he couldn’t stop it from moving forward again.

“Goodbye, little witch.”

There were lips on his again and Grian’s legs buckled when he grew even weaker. An arm snaked around his waist, holding him upright, as the lips pressed harder against his. 

So this would be his end.

He really should have confessed to Impulse and Ren.

For someone two centuries old he really was a coward.

The creature pushed harder against him. Grian felt sharp teeth. 

His vision swam, black dots dancing in front of his eyes. He searched for his magic. What was usually a roaring wildfire inside of him was now nothing more than a flickering candle flame and he directed it all to pull deeper inside, pulling it down to protect his magic core. He already felt a crack forming at what was essentially his soul, pain spreading through his whole body.

He’d die.

He’d die here and his friends would never even find his dead body, not knowing about his fate, searching for him and maybe one day thinking he abandoned this world.

Grian felt a tear run down his face. His hands fell from the fabric of the robe, his arms dangling uselessly at his side now. It was over.

A loud scream. Grian was falling. There were loud noises. A taunting voice. The creature. Screams. He needed to open his eyes again, to see what was going on. He was on the ground. Would he be devoured now? Something pressed against Grian’s lips and for a second he thought even his last bit of energy would be sucked out now, but it didn’t feel like lips. It was more hard and cold. It pushed unrelenting until Grian opened his mouth the tiniest bit. Liquid started to flood his mouth and through the fog he realised that he knew the all too familiar taste of Stress’ brewing. He swallowed the potion greedily, feeling at least some of his energy return.

Slowly he opened his eyes to see Impulse and Ren’s worried faces right above him, Ren being the one to hold the potion up to his face. Xisuma stood behind them, helmet abandoned, a sword still in his hands. All of them were covered in something that looked like black blood. The bottle of potion disappeared and Grian opened his mouth, but his voice was still weak and barely above a whisper.

“What happened…?”

“A succubus”, Xisuma replied, voice cold as he looked at something on the ground. Grian followed his gaze. On the ground was a body, but it was no longer wearing Impulse’s or Ren’s face, but a weird distorted monstrous grimace, hollow eyes staring emptily at the sky. “I don’t know how it managed to sneak inside this world. I’m glad we made it to you in time. From the way it was glowing I’d say another minute and you would have been dead…” Xisuma stopped and looked at Grian searching for something. “We’ll talk later about why a succubus was also sucking magic from you and not just energy.” 

Grian smiled weakly and nodded.

“I also think the three of you need to talk. I don’t really want a repeat of this. We’re not taking chances… Message me when you’re done. Teleport works again.”

Grian stared after Xisuma in confusion as he walked over to the body, touching it, which caused it to disappear in the green light of his admin magic. Xisuma took one last look at them and then walked away as well. Grian turned to Impulse and Ren, about to ask what this was about, when two pairs of arms pulled him up and he was crushed in a hug.

“Guys…?”

“I’m so sorry, Grian. So sorry. This is all our fault”, Ren whispered, his voice heavy with sadness. Grian didn’t understand why he sounded so sad, but before he could ask, Impulse continued, voice sounding just as depressed.

“It told us. You were just targeted because of us. Because you love us.”

Grian felt his heart sink, his eyes widening. Right. The creature had talked about feeding on his unrequited love. Oh god. It had told them. The taunting voice he had heard in his dazed state. That must have been it.

“I- It’s- I’m…” Grian took a shaking breath. “It’s not your fault. You can’t change the way you guys feel. It’s not your fault you love each other and not me.”

They both pulled back, but only slightly, arms still on Grian as they all sat on the forest floor.

“But Grian…” Ren looked at him, eyes shining as he gently caressed Grian’s back. “We do. We really do love you. We were just cowards. If we had just told you earlier that we loved you”

“You… What?”

“We love you”, Impulse answered, smiling softly. 

Grian sobbed loudly and he felt the stinging of tears in his eyes, trying real hard to hold them back. He didn’t want to get his hopes up. He couldn’t.

“You really don’t have to say that. I don’t need you to pretend The possibilities of another succubus coming by is really low and I bet Xisuma will raise the defenses after today and-”

There was a finger on his lips. Ren’s. Both of them smiled. Both of them looked at him with nothing but love.

“Grian, we really do love you”, Ren said and Grian couldn’t hold the tears back any longer, letting them flow freely, raising his arms to put them around the other two now again, all of them pressed together tightly.

“God, I love you two so much.”

“We know”, Ren said and chuckled softly. “Almost dying to a love sucking monster is a really crazy way of confessing though, G-man, just so you know.”

Grian laughed through the tears as well and when he pulled back he smiled at them softly. He might have almost died and he still felt far too weak to even walk back, but the way those two looked at him, as if he was the most precious being in this world right now made him think that this might be the best Halloween he’s ever had after all.

[hellomynudebrain]

Minty Friday (Vxreader)

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Another friday afternoon in the spring

The trees has colorful flowers, the weather is getting warmer and the city is crazy as ever; the only place to relax from that riot is the park. And there's you, who is running behind your 99 pounds bobtail dog, because why not, you decided to bought him a new collar which was more fragil than the last one and broke on the middle of the park. So yes, you're running behind him with the most unconfortable pair of shoes and almost out of breath.

"Rosco, stop!" You screamed for all over the park while the people dodge you and Rosco.

Rosco was running as a horse and making to the other dogs bark, making the children scream and some old people cursing you because you can keep him calm.

The race is getting tired, you can't keep with the pace of Rosco and the shoes are killing you. Suddenly, Rosco stop on a bench and jump on the person who is sitting on the bench.

You're so embarrased from the way Rosco is behaving what make you run faster and apologize to the person.

Once near the unknown person, you see Rosco licking the strager's face. You rush to him and taking Rosco off from him and face him.

"I'm really sorry. My dog is not agressive but I hope he didn't hurt you" Blushing for the bad moment you had, you avert your eyes from him a second, however you can see him briefly. A handsome man with fine features, pale skin, mint hair and mint eyes which where cover with a pair of sunglasses, make you fall in love of him at first sight.

" He didn't cause any problem. In fact, he made my day really interesting. I've never seen a dog so cheerful as him" He giggles and caress Rosco.

"Thank you for been comprehensive. I always try to be careful with him but...today...today wasn't the day...Is there a way to repay you for this?"

"Don't mind it. He made my day..." He sigh and get up from the bench. "Anyway, take care of him, it was nice to meet you" He turned his back to you and kneeled in front of a black bag.

You are disappointed, because you wanted to talk with a bit more, nevertheless you take Rosco and turn your back as well. However just a few steps, you hear something fall on the grass. You turn your back and see the mint hair man trying to pick up a camara aquipment from the grass, he looks frustrated and sad, you couldn’t take it and go back to where he is and kneel before him.

"Are you sure you don't need something as repayment for what Rosco did?" You ask while you help him to pick all the camara stuff.

"... No... Well.. .If you can help me with this.. I'll be really greatful..."

"Yes, I'll help you. Just let me tie Rosco. I don't want to more repays to do"

He smile at you and you feel how the love arrow stab in your heart.

You tie Rosco as you can to the bench with the broken collar and help the beautiful stranger to arm his camara equipment with a warm and pleasant silence, like him and you were a couple.

Once you finish, the time to leave comes. You don't want to go, but you don't want bother him, besides he looks like a professional, maybe your talk wouldn't help him to concentrate. You walk through the bench and untie Rosco who was sleeping until you get near. You are hesitating and making more difficult to undo the knot only to gain more time, time to spend just a more with him. Your clumsy way to keep you there was a success, because the mint hair man calls you back.

"... Umh.. If I don't bother you... May you stay a bit more to help me? Just in case I mess up again, of course."

Your eyes fill with sparks and cheerful smile where evidente on your face.

"Yes, of course!"

You sit on the bench and look him work, focusing his camara on the beautiful view of the park.

The silence is present, but again not in an awkard way, but in a confortable one.

The mesmerazing view of him, keep you quite and Rosco calm, however, he decide to talk.

"I apologize for asking you to help me..."

"No, I have to be the one asking for an apology"

"... Hahaha... This is an apology festival."

You giggle, but a doubt comes to your mind and without thinking you talk in a loud voice.

"But if you're a professional, why do want my help?"

"... I'm a photographer... But lately my sight is not how it was... And the last time I came here. I saw this beautiful view and some how I got the need to take a photo of it...before my eyesight can't let me continue"

"Oh god! Is there's a way to help you to revcover it?"

"... Yes, a friend offered me to get a surgery... However, this is a punishment sent by God since I couldn’t keep my promise with an special person..." He turned her back to you and for a moment.

Your heart broke a little when you heard what he said, and it broke a little more when his sunglasses go down and let you see his eyes, a lonsome minty eyes, full of regret, nostalgia and with no hope in life .

How such adorable creature has to suffer like this? Those were your thoughts.

"... I don't know what happened but you should forgive yourself for whatever you did...You have the right to redeem yourself as any other human being!"

He turn his back and face you with a bitter sweet smile, a smile between disconfort and happiness.

"I wonder if I deserve such a thing as reedem. A sinner like me doesn't deserve it, not after I became a beautiful being into a different one"

"But you do!" You screamed and continue after an awkard silence. "You do deserve it! I think it's the better way to pay for your sins If you did something terrible, try to mend things and do good deeds until the day you die. On the contrary, suffering all alone and pity yourself and that person won't change anything!"

He look at you with a surprise look, what makes you regret immediately all you said.

" I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to offend you... But... "

He begins to laugh.

" Hahahahahaha... I never thougth that I get to know someone as direct as my best friend... Don't mind it, this is a point of view I've never thougth before, thank you... I'll think about it..."

The rest of the afternoon was calm and you spent a talking with him more, but about stuff not relate with the first conversation.

After a while, you and him say good bye to each other, however, the fairy tale ended, because the silly you, never asked his phone or at least his name.

The next few days, you spent your afternoons to look for him in the park a pathetic intend to meet again with him.

Saturday, you waited on the same bench with the hope he'd come to the same place or find him walking on the road, but your waiting was in vain.

Sunday, you have a family meal and between the talk and the no ending questions of your family, you came too late at the park.

Monday, the weather was against you that day, since it was raining in the city, but that didn't matter to you. You took a cape coat and boots, you cover Rosco, put him a cape coat too, and went out directly to the park, running on the muddy floor, your flustered heart and a Rosco getting fun with the puddles, were hanging to the hope of finally find him, even in the heavy rain, but he wasn't there.

Tuesday, rushing out from your work. Running out of the bulding bumping with each person that walked near you, sweating and running to arrive to your aparment. You take off your heels, fixed your messy hair and make up because of the race you made and grabbing the dog leash and bring Rosco with you. You were sure to arrive at time and find him on the same place and the same hour, but you could only found a cute elders douple fedding some pigeons on the bench. Sad, you took Rosco and walked out of the park.

Wednesday. Your jerky boss, gave you so much work, so much of it, however that doesn't matter to you and with some help of some cups of cofee (six because you need the caffeine), the speed with you finished the work was you personal record, however you finished on time. You did the same you did on sunday, but with the help of the coffee you could swear you arrived faster, just in time to maybe meet him, but God was messing with you. An elder man who was walking in front of you, collapse and had a heart attack. You assited him and some people too. When the paramedics came, it was late, but you hope wasn't broken (you never learn, don't you?) . Runnin again to the same bench, you could only see an empty space.

Thursday. You are tired from work and from the hectic week you had. You feel so frustrated, at this point, look for him was a madness and the logic told you it was, but your lingering feelings fot the boy with sad eyes, the urge to see him, hug him and tell him that everything was fine was stronger, just the enough amount to make you run and look for him. But not today, because you logic won, and you're felling sad while hugging Rosco sitting on the floor of your livingroom. Just today, you logic won and your heart is broken.

Friday. You get up was usual, go to work, get mad on your jerky boss and finish your day as always. You feel discouraged, your hands feel heavy to open the door of you aparment, but somehow you do it. Open the door, throw away your shoes and bag on the entrance, walk in a zombie way, to finally throw youself on the bed. You closed your eyes and hold the tears, but Rosco is not reading the mood, and with a happy tail move and wiht his dog leash on her mouth, he scratchs your hand and lick you face. You only look at him.

"I'm only a chaperon and a food giver to you,Rosco? " He wags his tail and look to you as an answer (Yes, you are human. Now, let's go to the park)

With a really bad mood, you enter in the park. The world didn't change, but you feel like it did. The way you walk is reluctant, only to satisfy Rosco.

You are getting near the same bench you found him, but the hope of finding him is dead. A tear is about to get out from your eye, but Rosco again, won't let you get down, because a squirrel show off on the road, and Rosco loves to chase them.

Yes, you fly when Rosco begins to chase the squirrel, you are running againt your will tryin to stop Rosco but he's stronger. The squirrel run faster as Rosco do. You close your eyes, and from nowhere something stops Rosco from the race.

Your eyes begin to open slowly, only seeing a minty stain in front of you.

"I think we should stop to meet in these circunstances" The man you were lookin all the week is here, in front of you giggle anda playing with Rosco.

Your feelings are all over the overwhelming, the right amount to make you inner voice come out.

"I thought we won't never meet again..." Your mounth spoke while a the tear you were holding finally comes.

The mint hair guy panic and with a really concerned look gets near you.

"Are you ok? Did you get hurt? Where did you feel pain?" His gloomy side disappeard for a second which made you laugh. No matter if the feelings you have creep him, you want to be honest.

"No, I'm fine...I was just... happy to see you again after...I spent most of the week trying to find you, but my tries were in vain, I felt frustrated and sad...but now that you are here...I feel happy, because I like you..."

The silence after you confession is long and you don't dare to look him in the eyes, bu when you do it. You are shocked. The minty man was red as tomato and is covering his face with embarrassment .

He sigh and look you at your eyes.

"...You weren't the only one...After you left I felt funny and the feeling was a bother, because about you said and what made me feel....so....ehem...I decided to look for you and discover why I feel like that...but all the week I have bad luck."

You eyes get bigger with every word he said.

"Saturday, my friend invited me to drink some wine, but he drank more than I thought and when I arrived to the park, you weren't here. On sunday, my camara broke when I was trying to take a photo and I went to the tecnician but he delayed and when finally I could go out, it was really late and park was closed. On monday, I came before the rain got me soaked and got me sick for the last three days. I tried to go out but everytimea bodyguard of my friend got me in bed again."

You laugh again, because it was stupid how many times you wanted to meet but you couldn't. Suddenly, the sadness go away. Suddenly, both of you begin to feel bold and get near to each other. He put his hand on your cheek and caress it while clening your tears from hapiness and sadness.

You feel his breath getting close to you, you body react by itsefl and close the eyes. A little peck on your lips is where you want to focus. Your arms as if they have a mind on their own cross on his neck making the kiss a little bit passionate, and his body is not against it, because his hand pull you face closer to his. The time stops.

Both of you look at each other and with a enchanted gaze and blushed cheeks you manage to open your mouth.

"...What was you name?"

"....hahahaha...Jihyun"

And he kiss you again.

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

Malou (’Mia Mayhem’) Jensen *Main character

Voice Claim:(Olivia Wilde) https://youtu.be/bV6cC-rUMCs?t=1m13s (Right click on links and open in new tab)

Partner(s): Dalton. Parents: None. Kids: None. Age: 37 (Year 2020) 26th of May. Height: 173cm Body type: Slim. Eye color: Light blue/gray Human: Immortal.

About: Caring, Individualistic, Generous, Passionate, Creative, Adventurous, Sarcastic, Charismatic, Clever, Compassionate, Sensitive, Freethinking, Friendly, Helpful, Sharing,  Humble, Self-critical, Understanding, Witty, Open-minded, Absentminded, Emotional, Brooding, Skeptical, Stubborn, Shy, Introvert, Observant, Anxious, Cautious, Genuine, Awkward and Clumsy. ~ Straight, but loves to watch gay porn. Is borderline Asexual when it comes to straight sex. ~ Has several tattoos on her body, mainly Geeky, representing some of the fandoms she’s in. ~ Her favorite tattoo is the unicorn she has on her left hand. ~ Colors her hair electric blue. ~ Is a writer/artist. ~ Currently learning to write song lyrics/sing/play guitar. ~ Lives with her roomie, Dalton. ~ Used to attend a design school where she would sew clothes all day, now she can’t stand sewing by machine, and only does things she can sew by hand. ~ HUGE cat lover. - Has 3 of her own, Oliver, BMO and Bunny. ~ Used to be very skinny and hated when people assumed she had an eating disorder, or called her names like giraffe or spider legs, when she actually had a very large appetite and always ate a lot. ~ Always smells like burned incense and wood. ~ Hates most artificial smells, loves earthy tones. ~ Loves to collect creepy stuff. ~ Atheist. ~ Has a pretty dark sense of humor. ~ Drinks almost nothing but tea. ~ Is probably made of tea? ~ Dislikes society. ~ Flannel/tartan addict. ~ Super power = anxiety. ~ Believes in unicorns and magic. ~ Strong-willed. ~ Stomps around in big boots. ~ Once kicked a taxi cause the driver was an ass. ~ Hates when people repeatedly sticks their nose in her business. ~ Orphan. ~ Pretty good cook. ~ Fills her bed with plushies to make up for the fact she hasn't shared her bed with anyone half a decade at least. ~ Lonely. ~ Melancholic. ~ Romantic at heart though she never fully admits it. ~ Cares too much for her own good. ~ 100/10 would do anything for the people she loves. ~ Is very honest, if you can’t handle the truth, don’t ask for it. ~ Was abused physically and mentally as a child, as result she sometimes suffers from anxiety, Depression and bad nerves. ~ Can be rather pessimistic. ~ Hates freezing. ~ Uncomfortable around people. ~ Loves her friends, her cats, Rock music, chillout music, pandas, unicorns, owls, wolves, ravens, deer, bears, foxes, Deadpool, watching movies, plushies, licorice, writing, being creative in any way, light chains, grungy stuff, neon lights, Christmas, Halloween, Halloween-type decor, Hello Kitty, 90′s stuff, spearmint, finding deeper meaning in stuff around her, stickers, Anti-Heroes, collecting penis decor, spooky stuff, anything made out of raw wood, flannel, daydreaming, weird/cute/extraordinary mugs, leather wristbands, gay porn, dancing to loud music, Rick & Morty, coloring books, cozy blankets, strange backpacks, gemstones/crystals, nature and scented candles. ~ Her style changes with her mood. One day she wears bright colorful stuff with rainbows and unicorns. Next day it’s black clothes with witchy/creepy symbols/prints or dirty jeans and oversized flannel shirts. ~ Can be pretty grumpy, but it’s usually nothing more than just that. Malou’s tag Malou’s house/home Malou’s moodboard Handwriting/ask answer pic:

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One song to describe her:  Mumford & Sons - Hopeless Wanderer Personal playlist: 1. Incubus - Drive 2. D-A-D - Laugh 'n' A ½ 3. Godsmack - Serenity 4. Jack Johnson - All At Once 5. Damon Albarn – On Melancholy Hill (acoustic) 6. Tim Christensen - Whispering At The Top Of My Lungs 7. Linkin Park - Papercut 8. Nirvana - Plateau 9. Gorillaz - Tomorrow Comes Today 10. Serj Tankian - Left Of Center 11. Korn - Freak On a Leash 12. The White Stripes - Hardest Button To Button 13. Gorillaz - Aries ft. Peter Hook & Georgia 14. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Can't Stop 15. Madrugada - Sirens 16. Alabama 3 - Woke Up This Morning 17. Gorillaz - Amarillo 18. Jewel - Absence Of Fear 19. Angels and Airwaves - Secret Crowds 20. Blur - Girls And Boys 21. Gorillaz - Saturnz Barz (Spirit House) 22. Cigarettes After Sex - Sweet  23. Jewel - Deep Water 24. Jack Johnson - Sleep Through the Static 25. Damon Albarn - Lonely Press Play 26. D-A-D - Empty Heads 27. R.E.M. - Drive 28. Incubus - Promises, Promises 29. Chris Cornell - Billie Jean 30. Blur - Colin Zeal 31. Puscifer - Momma Sed 32. Heartless Bastards - Only For You 33. Gorillaz - El Mañana 34. Angels & Airwaves - Breathe 35. The Beatles - Come Together 36. 4 Non Blondes - What's Up 37. Gorillaz - Momentary Bliss ft. slowthai & Slaves 38. Norah Jones - Come Away With Me 39. Blur - Mirrorball 40. Incubus - Black Heart Inertia 41. Limp Bizkit feat. Method Man N 2 Gether Now 42. 2Pac - Changes ft. Talent 43. D-A-D - Bad Craziness 44. Nirvana - Pennyroyal Tea 45. Blur - Ong Ong 46. Angels and Airwaves - Do It For Me Now 47. Right Said Fred - What A Day For A Daydream 48. Damon Albarn - Everyday Robots 49. The Human League - I’m The Law 50. Jamiroquai - Virtual Insanity 51. Linkin Park - A Place For My Head 52. Blink -182 - Down 53. 3 Doors Down - Duck And Run 54. Alanis Morissette - Hand In My Pocket 55. Savage Garden - The Animal Song 56. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Scar Tissue 57. Incubus - Dig 58. Green Day - Basket Case 59. LP - Lost On You [Live Session] 60. D-A-D - Sleeping My Day Away 61. Bob Marley - Buffalo Soldier 62. Beth Hart - Delicious Surprise 63. Extreme - Hole Hearted 64. Paul Simon - You Can Call Me Al 65. Jack Johnson - Breakdown 66. Damon Albarn - Photographs (You Are Taking Now) 67. Sticky Fingers - Cyclone (The Village Sessions) 68. Blur - Star Shaped 69. Serj Tankian - Empty Walls 70. The Dead South - Diamond Ring 71. The Kills - U.R.A Fever 72. Godsmack - I Stand Alone 73. Queen -  Bicycle Race 74. Alanis Morissette - Ironic 75. Dizzy Mizz Lizzy - Hidden War 76. Nirvana - About A Girl 77. Damon Albarn - Mr Tembo 78. Savage Garden - To The Moon & Back 79. Alannah Myles - Black Velvet 80. Jewel - Down So Long 81. Tep No - Swear Like A Sailor 82. Youssou N'Dour - 7 Seconds ft. Neneh Cherry 83. Gorillaz - Broken 84. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Road Trippin 85. Jewel - Good Day 86. Sheryl Crow - Everyday Is A Winding Road 87. Gorillaz - The Valley of The Pagans ft. Beck 88. Green Day - When I Come Around 89. Tim Christensen - Lay Down Your Arms 90. Gorillaz - Clint Eastwood 91. The Pretty Reckless - Zombie 92. Stereophonics - Maybe Tomorrow 93. Blackfield - My Gift of Silence 94. Dizzy Mizz Lizzy - Love Me a Little 95. Damon Albarn - Heavy Seas Of Love 96. The Paper Kites - Bloom 97. David Bowie - Heroes 98. The Beatles - Day Tripper 99. Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc. 100. Faithless - Mass Destruction 101. Limp Bizkit - My Generation (Uncensored) 102. Tasmin Archer - Sleeping Satellite 103. Jennifer Brown - Alive 104. Of Monsters And Men - Sloom 105. Panic! At The Disco - New Perspective 106. Limp Bizkit - Break Stuff(Explicit) 107. Blur - Lonesome Street 108. Sort Sol - Holler High 109. Jacob Lee - Demons (Philosophical Sessions) 110. Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here 111. Nina Simone  Feeling Good 112. The Human League - Darkness 113. Gorillaz - Strange Timez ft. Robert Smith 114. Des'ree - I'm Kissing You 115. Meredith Brooks - What Would Happen 116. Dan Black - Symphonies ft. Kid Cudi 117. The Kills - No Wow 118. Gorillaz - Fire Flies 119. Guns N' Roses - Patience 120. Incubus - In The Company Of Wolves 121. The Dead Weather - Will There Be Enough Water 122. Hooverphonic - Mad About You (Live at Koningin Elisabethzaal 2012) 123. Blur - The Universal 124. Sort Sol - Let Your Fingers Do The Walking 125. Roy Orbison - In The Real World 126. Corey Hart - Sunglasses At Night 127. Imagine Dragons - Radioactive (Henri Pfr & Hësling Edit) (Cover By Victoria) 128. Hollow Coves - These Memories 129. Beth Hart - Favorite Things 130. Catching Flies - Quiet Nights Bonus: Yello - Oh Yeah Double Bonus: Meredith Brooks - Bitch Triple Bonus: Seal - Crazy Almost done I swear!: Wolf Larsen - If I Be Wrong Last but not least: Tim Christensen - Enjoy The Silence

[thosekidswhohuntmonsters]

Princess 

Summary: What happens when the reader accidentally lets it slip that she’s always secretly wanted to be called a certain pet name? Will Bucky ignore it, or will he be unable to resist his teasing nature. 

Word Count: 1489

Authors note: just a lil cute oneshot to get everyone in their Bucky feels! Maybe ill write a part two..maybe I won't...let me know! 

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Leaning forward you rested your sore body against the cool granite of the kitchen island. You had just gotten back from your morning training session with some of the boys, and it had been a hard one.

The closer you’d gotten to Steve you’d learned that the whole “Serious, let’s always follow the rules, good boy” thing was just an act. However, the only time he was a serious hard ass was during training.

The man worked you all, and he worked you all hard. It made you feel like you were at some crazy boot-camp, your only saving grace that Bucky was always working out with you all too.

Daydreaming about Bucky was enough to drown out Steve’s rigidness and help you make it through training. The man was beautiful, and he was even more beautiful while working out.

Whenever you’d hear him moan and groan during sparring sessions you’d feel like you’d die right then and there and go off to heaven. It was like the man could make running a mile sinful.

After today’s particularly rough session you all had headed to the kitchen. Each of you waiting for breakfast to end your zombie like state and bring you back to the land of the living. As an added bonus Steve had promised to make you all smoothies, no doubt feeling guilty for working you all so hard.

“Glad to see you’re still alive there”.

Picking up your head you looked up to see Bucky standing across from you. His face still flushed and beautifully full of color. You tried to ignore how deliciously red his lips looked, “How do I know this isn’t all some dream and I’m really passed out on the training room floor?”.

Bucky grinned in response, glad to see that you still had a sense of humour before sunrise. He now leaned against the kitchen island too, “So you’d be dreaming of me then huh?”. The super-soldier had caught you, but you did your best to play it off.

“Did I say dream? I meant nightmare”.

Bucky’s smile never faltered, in fact it seemed that your teasing was only encouraging him. Before he could think of an equally good comeback, Steve placed two smoothies down onto the counter.

“Good work pushing yourself (y/n) I’m proud. Now drink up and take it easy for the rest of the day. And you did pretty good too punk”.

You didn’t know what made you happier, Steve’s praise or the food suddenly put before you. In an attempt to show your gratitude you placed a quick kiss on to the super soldiers cheek. Teasingly you said, “Thanks old man”.

Despite how many times you’d done this before, Steve still blushed. He wasn’t used to getting the appreciation he so rightfully deserved, but you never missed an opportunity. Steve smiled, “No problem doll”.

Soon enough he went back to making smoothies for the rest of the team, leaving you and Bucky somewhat secluded and on your own. Stark’s kitchen was humongous, and even though half the team was in it, it was so big that it still allowed you and Bucky to have some privacy.

“Did you see that? He called me doll”, you said with a teasing smirk. You were acting as if his little pet-name was some badge or honor. Bucky took a sip of his smoothie, “So you’re a petnames kinda girl then huh?”.

You found yourself blushing, “Isn’t doll just the 1930’s version of dude?”. You knew it was only some light teasing, but Bucky saying your name out loud already had an effect on you let alone him actually calling you a pet name.

Bucky laughed softly, “The 1930’s version of dude was dude. Steve calls you doll because he thinks you’re sweet. Now if he calls you babydoll that would be a whole other story”.

You could feel the butterflies in your stomach with this new topic of discussion. It felt as though you were in dangerous waters, but you kinda liked the rush. Unable to help yourself you asked, “And why is that?”.

“You call a girl babydoll when she’s got you wrapped around her pretty little finger”.

There was a glimmer in his eyes as he explained the reasoning behind the pet name. Clearly the conversation was not as innocent as it appeared. His full gaze was suddenly too much to handle, so you took another sip from your drink.

You knew that silence would give away your feelings so you grabbed for the first thing you could think of. Quickly you confessed, “I’ve always secretly liked princess…”. Bucky’s eyes widened in response.

He had thought from your body language that you’d change topics, not confess something like that. Slowly he repeated the word, “Princess..mhm yeah I like that. Now that’s what you call a girl who doesn’t know how much trouble she is”.

Your heartbeat quickened as you wondered if you were making things up, or Bucky was hinting at you. In order to keep things casual you asked, “Trouble?”. Maybe he was joking around with you and complaining or something.

“Trouble in a good way, like she has no idea she can bring a man to his knees without even trying”.

By some miracle you stopped yourself from nearly choking on your smoothie. You could feel Bucky’s piercing gaze, but still you wondered if you were just seeing what you wanted to see.

All you could muster was, “Now see that sounds bad”. To your surprise he didn’t back down or ease up. Bucky licked his lips, “No it’s good...and that’s why it’s bad”. You swallowed hard, the conversation taking a clear turn.

As a saving grace one of the new recruits had walked up to you both. Without knowing he had cut through the tension of the moment and thrown you a life-line. It was West, one of the recruits that had been training with you all for the last month or so.

He looked like someone that belonged on a magazine cover, or on a poster in some teenager’s dedicated shrine. He looked too perfect to be human, but also so beautifully human all in the same breath.

He smiled at you, “I don’t know whether to thank you, or hate you, for basically kicking my ass today during training”. His soft laugh lightened the mood and pulled you from Bucky’s dangerous siren call.

You smiled just as brightly, “I’ll con Steve into making you another smoothie if you want?”. It was your small attempt at getting West to do anything but hate you. He bit his lip, “How about after next session you let me take you out for smoothies, I’ll make sure they’re kale and everything so Steve doesn’t kill us”.

You were incredibly flattered by his offer, and somewhat shocked by it. West had a bit of a reputation for being a player and you’d never pictured yourself part of his game. As much of a rush as it felt, you still didn’t want to tell him yes.

“Only if you kick my ass next session, instead of me kicking yours”.

West nodded his head in agreement. It wasn’t the answer he’d been looking for, but it was much more exciting than a no. He gave you one last devilish smirk, “I’m always up for a challenge sweetheart”.

Bucky couldn’t believe how cocky the little twirp had been. He’d heard that West had had no trouble sleeping around with some of the other recruits, but it baffled him to think you’d be the same.

It wasn’t that Bucky looked down upon the other girls for sleeping with West, hell their body their choice, Bucky just resented the fact that West acted as if one smirk and a suggestive tone would be enough to get you on your knees.

“That was a pretty nice way of telling him no”.

The earlier tension had faded, and you were just happy to be around a man who didn’t think he was an adonis. You laughed, “I don’t think I can date someone who calls me sweetheart”.

“You don’t like sweetheart..I’ll remember that princess”.

The words had flowed so easily from his lips that it took you a moment to even catch on to what he’d said. Steve hadn’t been lying when he’d told you that back in the day Bucky was a ladies man.

Before you could respond he was already making his way toward the rest of the group. He’d stayed long enough to watch the look on your face as you processed someone calling you something you’d always secretly wanted to be called, but left before you could do anything about.

He couldn’t help it, Bucky was a goddamn tease. He’d felt as though he’d gotten a second wind after watching the clear look of desire across your face. Bucky smirked to himself...this was just the beginning.

***please reblog/comment on my fics if you enjoy them! it lets me know I should keep on doing what I’m doing***

[unusual-ly]

To add to the list:

If Bonzo and Zoey don’t have an actual direct interaction in Z3, We Riot

[atths--twice]

Chapter Five 

The Limo Ride Revisited 

Mulder and Scully head back to the hotel. More stories are shared, memories, kisses, looks.. oh the looks. They can start a fire.

They start saying their goodbyes to the kids, thanking them for a fun evening. Backs are slapped, hands are shook, and the girls hug Scully. Meredith holds her a little longer than the other girls do and whispers “thank you” as she begins to step back. Scully grabs her hand, squeezes it, and smiles at her.

Mulder comes over and places his hand on her back, smiling at Meredith as Jeremy walks up. They say goodbye again and then begin to walk back to the limo. Mulder reaches for her hand and laces his fingers with hers.

Once on their way to the hotel, Scully relaxes into the seat. She sighs and smiles. This has been a fun night. So different from what they usually do. It almost felt like they were “normal” people living “normal” lives. These past seven years have been the most challenging, amazing, and abnormal years of her life. Never would her younger self have believed this is the direction her life would have gone.

She looks over at Mulder and she finds him staring at her. They both smile slowly.

“Hey,” he says, his eyes dancing.

“Hey,” she says back, smiling with all her teeth showing. She feels her stomach flip flop when he looks at her that way. His eyes looking into hers and making her heart race. That is nothing new though; his looks have done that for a long time.

They keep smiling at each other as Mulder touches her hand. She turns her hand over and grips his fingers. She looks at their hands and then back at him. He is still smiling at her and her stomach flips again.

How does he do that to her, with just a smile? How does he make her feel like a teenager when the cute boy notices her? She squeezes his hand and sighs.

“That was fun tonight. Felt like what “normal” people who don’t chase aliens, vampires, or zombies do on a regular basis.” She says as she watches his face for a reaction.

He laughs and looks at her hand as he strokes it with his thumb. “Normal, huh? What’s the fun in that? You telling me you would rather take a night dancing on a pier over a night tracking down a UFO? Or looking for a lake dwelling monster, a flukeman, or killer mothmen? Scully, really?” He asks with a sense of mock incredulity.

“Imagine that, Mulder. An apparent normal activity instead of finding no evidence, almost dying, almost dying, and.. almost dying. Yeah, it sounds like I need to sort out my priorities.”

“Sounds like crap when you say it,” he says with a grumble as he turns to look out his window.

She laughs and pulls their hands into her lap as she looks out her own window. Watches the city go past. Lights, buildings, people out late on this fine evening. She sighs again and closes her eyes.

“Did I ever tell you about Evaline the Brave and the battles she fought?” Mulder asks her as he turns his head toward her. She smiles and opens her eyes as she looks at him with a shake of her head, and he grins.

“Oh, she was a fine lady and incredibly brave and honorable. She fought dragons, night creatures, monsters in the shadows. She never knew what the day would hold, but she would bravely fight the creatures if it meant one child was able to sleep and be content.” He smiles as he looks down and he seems to drift away for a second. He gives a little laugh and then looks at Scully again.

“When Samantha was about six, I can’t believe I’ve never told you this, she would have terrible nightmares. Of dragons, monsters lurking in the shadows, things she called “night creatures.” She would scream and wake everyone up. I remember being scared the first couple of times and then almost welcomed them.” He looks at her and she seems astonished that he would want his sister to feel scared. He smiles and gives her hand a squeeze.

“No, I don’t mean I wanted her to suffer or be afraid to close her eyes at night. It’s just.. the nights she would wake up scared, she would run to my father. He would always be on the porch, having a drink. The sound of ice tinkling, the smell of the nighttime air, it brings back memories of those nights.” He pauses for a second remembering the feel of the night, the wind, the sound of the wind chimes and the crickets. Above all else, the sound of his father’s voice as he soothed Samantha with a story of a fierce warrior.

“I was too old to sit on the porch and listen to what my father would deem a “kids story.” Especially one he made up wholly for the purpose of calming her fears. So I would sneak out and sit on the grass and.. wait hang on.”

He lets go of her hand and stands up as best he can in the limo. He shrugs out of his jacket and looks back at her. She has a curious smile on her face. He smiles back and lays the jacket on the floor. She raises her eyebrows at the thought of what he is planning. He kneels down and looks at his jacket and then up at the ceiling. He nods and then reaches for her hand.

Incredibly curious, she takes it and steps to the opposite side of where he is kneeling. He helps her to lie down, so her head and most of her torso is on his jacket. Her eyes are like two big question marks, but he can also see the amusement there. He smiles and turns around.

He presses the button for the sunroof to the limo and she looks up. She can faintly hear the wind as they whip along the freeway. But her main focus is on the stars she can see above her. They are moving, but the stars stand still, and it is so beautiful. She smiles and her heart fills with such love for him.

He lies down next to her and looks up. “Perfect,” he mutters, as he puts an arm around her. She lifts her head and lays it on his shoulder as she wraps an arm around his waist. It is a bit of a tight squeeze, lying on the floor, but it is nice. Cozy. She closes her eyes and listens to his heartbeat.

He runs his fingers in her hair and kisses her head. They lie there for a minute holding each other. Then she shifts so she can see the stars. He keeps his arm behind her head holding her close and making sure she is comfortable.

“So, tell me more about Evaline,” she says as she takes a hold of the hand attached to the arm she is lying on. He squeezes her hand and smiles.

“Evaline the Brave, Scully. She was a warrior. She would stay awake while others slept, always on the lookout for those who were in need. Nothing was too dangerous for her to fight. If it meant that there would be justice and happiness, she would stop at nothing.” He shifts a little, staring up at the stars.

“My father told Samantha many stories about her. She was young and the people in the magical kingdom where she lived loved her immensely. She was fiercely loyal to the children living within, being sure they never came to any harm. She wore a dress as silver as the moonlight. She could jump from rooftop to rooftop without making a sound. She watched and waited for any signs of distress.” He smiles, remembering Samantha’s excitement for the stories and the drawings she made of Evaline.

“Evaline would fight the creatures that lurked in the shadows, that hid under beds, that caused the closet to creak open. She wasn’t afraid of anything. Once she had been there to fight the creatures, the child would have a peaceful slumber. Evaline would make sure the child was happy and calm, by placing her healing hand against their forehead. She would transfer her peace as well as taking the problem away. She was the warrior Samantha needed to help her not be afraid of her own dreams, her own worries.” Mulder thinks of how these stories made Samantha braver to face her nighttime fears. How she would leave trinkets out for Evaline, thanking her for fighting the bad creatures, so children could sleep peacefully.

“So, as Samantha was comforted, I would sit and listen to my father tell stories of this warrior woman. The one who would slay creatures who came at night to steal children’s happy dreams. I would sit in the grass looking up at the stars like we are now. I would imagine she lived among the stars, the magic kingdom close to where dreams were made. Imagined her fighting those creatures with sword and shield, her red hair shining in the moonlight.”

“Oh, she was a redhead, huh?” Scully asks with a chuckle.

“Oh, yeah. She was a feisty tough redhead. She was my first crush, now that I think about it.” He looks at her and grins. She grins back and then rolls her eyes.

“So, your first crush was on a redhead, and then you switched to brunettes? You had to come back to a redhead to escape the crazy it seems,” she laughs as she squeezes his hand.

He laughs with her, but he thinks to himself that her hair could be turquoise, neon pink, jet black, or no hair at all and he would still be crazy in love with her. But he does not say it. Not out loud. Not yet. Not when this is still so new. He laughs again. New. It has been seven years of this dance. Two steps forward and three steps back. He is tired of this dance, but especially tired of dancing it alone. He is not going to do anything that will fuck it up.

As her laughter begins to subside Mulder remembers the part of the story that drew him in most- the description of Evaline. How he could picture her in his mind before Samantha ever put pencil to paper and attempted to draw her. Then when she grew frustrated with her inability to create her perfectly, she demanded better drawings from their mother, until it was perfect.

Evaline, as his father described, was a young woman, but brave and determined. She had long red hair the color of the end of a beautiful sunset. Eyes as blue as a tropical sea. A smile that could light up a room, and a stare that could knock the monsters out. She took no guff from anyone. She was smart, resourceful, and could heal with a touch. She wore a dress as silver as the moonlight, with boots that made no sound, so she could sneak up on the monsters, while also not waking the children trying to dream peacefully.

He smiles as he looks over at Scully. She is smiling as she looks up at the stars.. with eyes as blue as a tropical sea. Hair the color of the end of a beautiful sunset. His smile disappears as he feels his breath exit his lungs, remembering their first meeting in his basement office. How his first thought, when he turned and saw her standing there, was of the drawings of Evaline. He had seen those pictures every day for years. Her face was burned into his brain.

“Mulder? Are you okay? You’re looking at me strangely. Well.. stranger than usual,” she says with a smile. She raises her eyebrows when he keeps staring at her.

Truth is, he is looking at her as if he has never seen her before, and as if he has seen her forever. He smiles at her the way he did when she told him to lay blame of a murder on her. Incredulous and uncomprehending of what is happening.

He turns on his side and pulls her to him, wrapping her in his arms. This is insane. His father described a woman that was Scully through and through. Fierce, took no shit from anyone, fought the monsters, incredibly brave, her eyes, her hair. Shit, she is a doctor for god’s sake! Healing is in her job description. Is it possible Samantha had been describing Scully when she asked for her drawings of Evaline?

He laughs quietly into her hair as he closes his eyes. Is it insane? Is the thought that his father described a woman he would one day have the honor to work with, and care for more than anything, any more incredible than a simple bowl having an incantation carved into it as a miracle was performed? Any more outrageous than a man who controls the weather? Or a man who can push his will onto others?

He holds her tighter, bringing his leg up on her hip as her legs slip between his, completely entwined. He cannot tell her about this realization. He cannot tell her that any more than he can tell her how much he loves her. He knows her. If she hears this was possibly written in the stars, she might start rethinking things. And no matter how great the sex is, and it is.. phenomenal, she may make an excuse to back out. His heart cannot take that. Not ever.

He holds her and breathes her in. “I can’t describe how I am feeling right now. Happy is not a strong enough word. It doesn’t adequately describe how I feel.” He says against her hair, close to her ear.

“Ecstatic? Overjoyed? Enraptured?” She murmurs against his chest, holding onto his waistband at his back with her left hand. She has a handful of his shirt in the other.  

“No. Those words are all garbage.” She laughs, but he is serious. “I’m gonna need to get back to you when I have time to think about the words to describe what I feel.”

“Maybe I can put things in a little perspective for you. While it is very sweet, and rather romantic, we are still lying on a dirty limousine floor. One where we ourselves had sex, not too long ago. You still feel like you can’t find the words to describe how you feel?” She asks as he chuckles and moves his hand to her hair and gives it a little tug.

She pulls her head back and looks at him, making a face. “I’m going to need a shower when we get back,” she says and his eyebrows shoot up. She smiles and leans forward to kiss him. He pulls her closer as their kiss deepens. She laughs against his mouth and pulls her head back. She smiles at him again.

“We should probably get up,” she says, looking in his eyes, as he rubs her head with his fingers.

“Probably,” he says, staring at her. Falling into her eyes as he so often does.

“Mulder, I’m serious. Oh!” He pulls her quickly and she lands on top of him as he kisses her again. The car starts to slow down and Scully breaks from their kiss. “Come on. We need to get up.”

She climbs off him and heads for the seat. He gets up and joins her, leaving his jacket on the other set of seats. He will grab it before they leave.

He sits back and Scully wraps her arms around his left arm, as she puts her head on his shoulder. He rests his head on hers and puts his hand on her knee. He reaches for the sunroof button and closes it. It is quieter now.

He lightly shakes his head, wondering why it has taken him so long to see what has been right in front of him. He has not thought of the stories of Evaline for a very long time. Now that those memories have come front and center, it is as if they have always been standing there, rolling their respective eyes. Waiting for him to make the connection. For him to stop being such a butt munch.

“So, Evaline,” Scully says as she watches him stroke her knee. “Your first crush, as it were. I almost expected some big bosomed celebrity.”

“Oh no, that came much later.” He says dryly. She laughs and closes her eyes.

The car is getting closer to the hotel. He recognizes their surroundings more now. He wants to tell her, but he cannot. It is too much. This night has been fun. They had a few moments of honesty and openness. That will do for now. Seven years of bottling things up. Let the honesty and feelings out too fast, the pressure will blow the lid completely off.

“A redhead,” she chuckles. “It’s almost as if your dad knew.”

“What do you mean?” he asks, as his heart starts to pound.

She pulls back and sits up, turning her body to look at him. She smiles and touches his face. “A redhead, who is smart, tough, and fights monsters?” Her eyes are dancing with happiness and she has never looked more beautiful to him. “I mean, I might not have a sword and shield, but I do have a gun.” He grins at her, putting his hand on hers, as she continues to touch his face.

“You said earlier that my upbringing could have prepared me for my life with you. For the challenges I would face, the times my beliefs would be questioned, when I would be treated as less than. When I would have to call on what I have learned and experienced to keep me strong.” He nods at her, remembering what he told her on the beach.

“Well, Mulder, maybe subconsciously, your father was preparing you for me. That you would know the person you needed to be by your side when you saw me. That the imaginary person who fought in the darkness to bring light, would eventually manifest as a real person. That you would know I was there to help, to believe you, to fight with you, because I already had.”

She leans in and kisses him softly, both of her hands on his face. She pulls backs, strokes his face and smiles cheekily at him. “How’s that for keeping you guessing?” she whispers, before she kisses him again as the car stops at the hotel.

She sits back as she waits for the driver to open the door, a big smile on her face as she watches him process what just happened.

His face splits into a huge grin as her words sink in and he looks at her. So incredibly happy. He is going to tell her. To say those three words that, no matter how he tries to think of telling her, inadequately expresses how much she means to him. The three words that threaten to choke him every day. He is going to let them out, set them free. He opens his mouth to speak, just as the door opens.

She turns her head and the spell is broken. He closes his mouth, bites back the words, pushes them down for one more day. She takes the driver's hand and steps out. He takes a breath, closes his eyes, lets the breath out. He starts to slide across the seat when he sees her hand reach out for him. He smiles, grasps her hand, grabs his jacket and follows her out of the limo.

[the-starless-sky]

Handead Anthem / WANTED HANDEAD

WANTED HANDEAD

Composition and Lyrics：Shinquo Ogura Arrangement：Kenichi Chiba

Dictators acting like they're almighty In this brain-washed world, What's the meaning of your life? (LIVE or DIE DEAD or ALIVE) Rather than 'living' on a leash I want to 'die' feeling love Passion Zombie, so to speak Their name is "HANDEAD" (Live or DIE DEAD or ALIVE)

Lookin' flashy And cheeky, to boot Being all cheeky, let's turn up the spirit while we're at it Let me dig[1] the turn table Gonna engrave "DEAD" with a "kick" Announcement to all of you who are looking up to the sky Don't let go of that soul No matter what kind of world we live in, yes We only have to rewrite it all, yeah

Come, come, everyone, together Let's have fun, HA HA HA If you die a half, you'll be happy put your hands up Raise your voice Hey!!!

And then, again, HANDEAD HANDEAD Look at us, EYES ON ME Be it here or there, HANDEAD HANDEAD Wake the impulse Make merry and forget all your troubles HANDEAD HANDEAD Imma give you love, IT'S ON ME Shout louder HANDEAD HANDEAD Give passion to this rotten world Let's die a half and half We're the bewitching "HANDEAD" Hey!!!

* The instincts everyone has If we could release them, that's our satisfaction Freedom Zombie, so to speak Their name is "HANDEAD" (LIVE or DIE DEAD or ALIVE) If you want to see the uncivilised utopia Then say it, don't get cold feet Come on, follow us Spread the hope, turn up the music If your heart shook, "DEAD" The fire of promise burns Believers, go forth Whatever kind of future, yes Let's build it up from here, yeah

Come, come everyone, together Let's feel good, HA HA HA If you die a half, you'll be happy put your hearts up Raise your voice, Hey!!! Joining forces, CRAZY CRAZY We'll make you our comrade COME AND JOIN US Come jump into the fire, CRAZY CRAZY We're gonna bless your birth Let's die a half and half We're the bewitching "HANDEAD" Hey!!! *

HALF & HALF This body, that's already half-dead HANDEAD HANDEAD The invasion starts from here on A question for the all of mankind, the proof of existence Aah WANTED WANTED HANDEAD QUESTION DE DE DE DE DE DE DE DE DEAD or ALIVE And then, again, HANDEAD HANDEAD Look at us, EYES ON ME Be it here or there, HANDEAD HANDEAD Wake the impulse Make merry and forget your troubles HANDEAD HANDEAD Imma give you love, IT'S ON ME Shout louder HANDEAD HANDEAD Give passion to this rotten world Let's die a half and half We're the bewitching, we're the bewitching We're the bewitching "HANDEAD" Hey!!!

Notes

[1] To 'dig' is a term in the hip hop/DJ world which means to search, to find  excavate/discover something good.

*The words inside (*) isn’t in the Live MV video, but it’s here in the concept movie!

I just noticed that HANDEAD ANTHEM is so catchy and cute... I’m stan... the songs are such a bop.

[ratedbangtann]

✧˚₊‧𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 - 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 ✧˚₊‧ 

𝙒𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙒𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 || 𝙆𝙞𝙢 𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙠𝙟𝙞𝙣 

 𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚔𝚓𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎����𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖...

Pairing: Seokjin x reader

Word count: 4K

Warnings: Tooth-rottingly sweet fluff. Minor mentions of sexual content. Song: Winter Wonderland by Michael Bublé ✧˚₊‧

"Babe, where did you put my thermal socks?" Seokjin wailed through the dorm. He was frantically packing, having left it to the night before you flew to get his act together.

"In the drawer where they always are!" you yelled back at him from the kitchen as you cooked for not only him, but the rest of the boys too. You were much more relaxed than Jin; probably because you had packed two days ago and knew exactly where all your things were, ready to go.

"Can't believe you're going to Lapland... I'm so jealous!" Taehyung whined from where he sat on top of the kitchen counter. "Why can't we all go together? It'd be more fun with all of us!"

"Because, Tae-Tae, Mommy and Daddy need some time alone away from you kids," you teased, whacking the side of his thigh with a wooden spoon. Yoongi – who was sat at the dinner table with his lyric notebook – chuckled at that. Jin had booked this getaway just for the two of you to spend some time together alone. When the boys had complained – particularly the maknaes – he still wouldn't give in; you needed some y/n and Seokjin time.

"Ow!" Tae cried out, rubbing his thigh and pouting. "Mommy is mean." You chuckled at him.

"Food's ready," you called to the rest of the dorm, various other members practically crawling out of their bedrooms like zombies. Seokjin stormed out with his brows threaded together in annoyance.

"I swear, packing is the worst part of travelling," he grumbled, sitting in one of the chairs with you next to him as he picked up his chopsticks to eat the noodles you'd made for the group.

"Lapland was your idea, Jin. You left it last minute," you jeered. "Besides, it's going to be so cute. We've been together nearly four years and we've never done anything like this before, just us," you shoved a mouthful of noodles into your mouth, smiling as you chewed. Not that you minded your vacations usually including the rest of Bangtan, but you couldn't wait to have some alone time with the man you loved.

Jin smirked as he wound his noodles around his chopsticks, loving the idea of spending time alone with you too. He knew you loved Christmas, that's why Lapland was his first suggestion when you said you wanted a vacation before the holidays. Five days and four nights in your own little winter wonderland.

"If you'd actually let me help you pack, we'd get things done a lot quicker," you suggested.

"No!" he exclaimed suddenly. You jumped back a little, your eyes widening in shock. "I'm a big boy... I-I can do it myself."

"Okay... Weirdo. Eat your food," you nodded towards his bowl and continued to chow down.

*****

The first thing you noticed when you stepped off the plane? Baltic. Absolutely bloody freezing cold. Korea got cold in Winter, sure, but this? You needed some damn long-johns or something to survive this cold.

Trying to ignore it, you and Jin hopped on your transfer to the accommodation he had booked; a chalet in what was known as Tundrea. Essentially, a large wooden house decorated with modern yet rustic furniture. You had a hot tub, large living space, your own kitchen, a balcony to the master bedroom...

You both shrugged your parkas off and Jin hauled your bags up to the bedroom as you explored a little, checking out the views of the resort from the upstairs windows. It was truly beautiful, large fir trees coated in layers of thick snow; the ground completely white, sun illuminating it brightly.

He'd really gone all out when he booked this. You knew to expect grand, but this was incredible. Seokjin didn't do things by half. Not when it came to you...

"I've booked us a dinner tonight, but activities start tomorrow. We've only got another hour of daylight left and after that flight, I need my beauty sleep," Jin said as he stepped in behind you by the window, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"No amount of beauty sleep is gonna help you," you joked. "But that's fine; wonderful even. Jet lag will hit soon anyway."

"This place is beautiful, huh?" he admired, staring out at the winter scenes. "They said we can see the Northern lights from here. Pretty much anywhere around here actually, if the conditions are right."

"Wow... That would be incredible. I always wanted to see them," you really had been spoilt this Christmas. "Perfect," you hummed in satisfaction, laying your head back on his shoulder. He leaned down to peck a sweet kiss to your neck.

*****

"Seokjin, come on!" you whined from the bottom of the stairs in your cabin. He'd been faffing about in the bedroom for almost an hour, seemingly doing nothing but rummaging through suitcases and bags in a panic. "What are you looking for?"

He suddenly appeared at the top of the steps, jogging down them quickly.

"Never mind, found it. Let's go!" he shuffled into his snow boots and linked his arm with yours, dragging you out into the snow.

He'd planned your husky experience for today, getting to feed and pet the huskies that would be pulling your snowmobiles around. You couldn't wait; you loved dogs so much and these huskies were so, so beautiful.

You were given the chance to play with them a little, spend time with them before they were linked up to your snowmobiles.

You and Jin became competitive, racing your dogs over and over and speeding through the snow. You'd never experienced anything like this before and it was just magical, yet only the beginning of what would be the most sensational getaway you had ever had.

Just as much as you had wanted to spend time with the huskies, Jin wanted to go ice fishing. You didn't mind, this trip was for both of you and fishing was relaxing enough, one of Jin's favourite hobbies. You didn't think you'd be as good company as Yoongi may have been for this activity, but you'd certainly try your best.

Jin was a natural at it, obviously. His fishing experience came in handy despite the different techniques used and you just loved watching him get so excited when he caught his first fish. By the time you were done the sun had started to set, and the instructor lit the firepit to start cooking your catches. He did all the nasty stuff – gutting and chopping them up – but Jin had insisted he helped to cook. He wanted to learn, wanted to cook his catches for his girl. It was a humorous little display of masculinity but so charming.

"What's the plan now?" you asked, checking your phone for the time. It was still early evening despite the darkening skyline, and you wanted to do more, to explore more. Jin finished his mouthful of food before talking.

"Hot tub and champagne. I was going to suggest the northern lights, but the cloud cover is going to ruin that. Tomorrow is forecast clear," he shoved another mouthful of food into his mouth, pouting his lips as he chewed.

"Sounds good to me," you beamed, finishing off your meals in peace.

*****

From the hot tub, you watched Jin scurrying across the decking to get into the warmth of the water. The freezing air was biting at his skin, the idiot completely forgetting to put a robe on at least before he came outside in just his swimming shorts.

"You're supposed to wear a robe, Jin..." you laughed as he climbed into the tub.

"Shut up," he retorted, teeth chattering as he shook. He sunk into the water and let out a drawn out gasp of content. "Thank god, my nipples were so hard I thought they'd fall off..."

You laughed at him, shuffling over to sit next to him and shroud him in your warmth. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, bringing you to lean against his chest as you enjoyed the jets of the tub.

"Thank you for bringing me here, Jin... It's so beautiful," you thanked him, still blown away by the incredible trip he had booked for you both.

"Only the best for my baby," he kissed your forehead. "You deserve it though. Honestly, I don't know how you put up with me. And not just me, but the six adopted children you've taken in as your own too."

"Ha, yeah I suppose... I adore the life you've given me though. Wouldn't change it for the world." It's true; the craziness of your life was what you loved so much about it.

"Four years of crazy," Jin reminisced, "In this for the long run, huh?"

You looked up at him to see him smiling down at you, hair pushed back off his forehead, beautiful eyes running over your features.

"Absolutely," you agreed, reaching up to kiss those deliciously plump lips of his. He turned into the kiss, wrapping his hand around your waist and pulling you closer. You moved against each other so naturally, lips colliding and moulding, tongues caressing and hands roaming.

You broke away from him to sit up and swing your leg over his lap, straddling him before you resumed your kiss. The heat of the hot tub only encouraged things to heat up a little more, slowly progressing until you pulled away for air.

"You know one thing I've never done?" you asked, smirking.

"What's that?" he urged, his mind hazy from making out.

"I've never had sex in a hot tub before," you teased.

"Me neither. First time for everything?" he suggested. You nodded excitedly, and without another word he was pulling the straps of your swimsuit from behind your neck to ping them free.

*****

"And on today's itinerary?" you leaned over the breakfast bar in the kitchen.

"We're meeting Santa," he grinned like a child.

"Oh, really? But... I don't think he'll like me," you played, pouting as Jin leaned over the other side of the bar, levelling with you.

"Why wouldn't he like my little princess?" he bopped your nose sweetly.

"Well, I think I'm on the naughty list after last night..." you smirked, pecking his lips a little. He chuckled, knowing exactly what you had done that was so naughty.

"Don't you worry, I'll slip him some cash," he joked.

"Excellent," you clapped.

"I booked our sleigh ride for tonight, with the reindeers and everything," he smiled. Wow...

"A reindeer sleigh ride? That's... whoa!" That was surely something people only did in movies, right?

"Yeah, and the conditions are perfect for the lights too so, fingers crossed." A sleigh ride under the northern lights... could it get any more magical than this?

"Come on, let's go see Santa," he stood up, walking around to your side and grasping your hand in his, pulling you to the front door to kit yourselves out in boots and thermal gear.

You were just about to leave when he suddenly yelled, "Oh! Wait one sec," and scarpered off up the stairs. He was gone for seconds only, running back down quickly. "Forgot my phone."

"Moron," you jeered affectionately, walking out the door.

When you arrived at Santa's workshop – a large cabin decorated with wreaths and ribbons with large candy canes sticking out of the snow – you noticed a small queue of families with small children on the little red carpet outside the door. The younger children looked so excited, bouncing around and playing around, running circles around their parents. You giggled to yourself.

"Cute," you muttered. Jin looked over at you and followed your gaze, smiling softly to himself too. "I think we're the only ones here without a child..." you laughed at the idea; two fully grown adults coming to see Santa Claus. But that was just how you and Jin were; children at heart.

"Is it weird?" he asked. "'Cause I could always steal one..."

"Shut up, Seokjin. You'll get us kicked out," you whisper shouted with a laugh and a smack to his puffy coat.

"Sorry, sorry... Maybe one day we'll come back with our own kid," he suggested cautiously. Your heart swelled at the notion.

"Maybe..." you murmured.

The queue slowly moved forward and you reached the front in no time at all. Staff dressed like elves escorted you through to a waiting room decked out like a traditional log cabin with festive red and green furnishings and a lit fireplace. You took a seat on one of the armchairs, Seokjin standing beside you as you waited patiently in the warmth.

"Santa's ready for you!" a young female elf popped through the second door to the room, her painted rosy cheeks bunching as she smiled.

You followed her in to find Santa sat on a large, red upholstered chair. He looked like the real deal; the red suit with white fur trimmings, large black boots, a thick white beard that actually grew from his own face, chubby red cheeks and little round glasses.

"Hi Santa!" you waved excitedly.

"Hello, y/n!" he cheered. He knew your names; a nice touch. "Come on in, tell me what you want for Christmas." He patted his lap and immediately you rushed to him to take a seat on the end of his knee. Seokjin smiled fondly at your excitement, like you really were a little child on Christmas morning. He stayed by the door, snapping a few photos on his phone.

"First of all, have you been good?" Santa asked you, raising his eyebrows at you. You turned to Jin who had burst into a fit of giggles, remembering your comment this morning.

"Mostly..." you sounded unsure, and Santa hummed in thought.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you're on the nice list. I'll have to check later... But if you are on the nice list, what would you like for Christmas this year?" he asked.

"Hmm..." you thought for a moment; what did you want? Nothing really... You had everything you ever wanted. Almost everything, anyway.

"Honestly Santa, I'm happy anyway. All I want for Christmas is him," you pointed to Jin stood by the door, who's heart was melting as you spoke with Santa. "I just want to spend it with him, be close to him and for him to be happy."

"Aw, that's beautiful, y/n. See? How could a nice girl like you be on the naughty list?" he replied with a signature 'ho ho ho' laugh. If only he knew...

"Seokjinnie's turn!" you sang, climbing off Santa's lap. You expected him to just come and sit on the step at Santa's feet, but he too sat on his knee. You laughed; he was such a goof, flicking his hair out of his eyes and dramatically wrapping an arm around Santa's shoulders.

"Well, hello Jin," even Santa was surprised. "What about you; have you been good this year?"

"Santa, I'm good every year, you know?" he said confidently. Santa chuckled.

"Is that so? Well, what can I get you for Christmas then?" Seokjin didn't hesitate, just leaned down to whisper into Santa's ear with his hand covering his lips from you. Santa nodded along to what he was saying, and his eyes flicked up to you, a smile spreading across his face underneath his beard.

"Well, Jin... I'm sure I can get you that, not to worry!" Santa patted his back and Jin smiled at him. "Say, would you two like a photo? I could ask one of my elves to take it for you!" You nodded excitedly, coming to sit on Santa's other knee opposite Jin. Santa called to one of the elves outside who wondered in, taking Jin's phone from him.

You both smiled for the camera, taking a sweet picture together before bidding your farewells to Santa. The elf led you out of the room and into Santa's workshop, where there were genuinely hundreds of people dressed as elves putting together little wooden cars and painting the faces on dolls. It was mesmerising to see the effort that was put into a place like this, the children on the same tour all going crazy with glee.

Jin held your hand as the tour continued, picking you out a toy at the end too just like the other kids were given. You had to laugh, he was just as excited and picked out a toy car for himself.

By the time you were done at Santa's workshop, it was starting to get dark. Jin took you to dinner again; a fancy restaurant that specialised in local cuisine. It was all very over the top, but so cute of him. He had put so much effort into your little getaway, thinking of every little detail.

You were dropped off by the aptly named 'snow taxis' to the drop off point for your sleigh ride, both you and Jin giddy with elation. You expected the sleighs to be little, pulled by one reindeer like you had seen in the brochures.

Oh, no. Jin doesn't do things by halves.

Instead, Jin had arranged for a large red sleigh with gold trimmings, pulled by a whole host of reindeer to pick you up for your evening under the stars together. All the reindeer had beautiful antlers, little jingle bells attached to them and red ribbon head-collars and reins to match. They were utterly beautiful, like something out of a fairy tale.

"Jin, what the hell?!" you cried as he removed his hands from your eyes, revealing your surprise to him. In the sleigh, there was a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket – not that it needed one in this temperature – and a bundle of roses waiting for you.

"You just gonna stand here gawking or are we gonna ride this thing?" he asked, taking your hand and helping you up onto the sleigh with him close behind you. The man leading the sleigh – the coachman – greeted you both as you took a seat and pulled on the reigns to signal the reindeer to move.

You dashed through the snow, much like the Christmas songs all suggested, the bells jingling away. You curled into Jin who was photographing the sleigh, the landscapes, you... You took selfies together and laughed at the funny faces he pulled, drank champagne and simply enjoyed your time together.

The sleigh slowed to a halt as you came to a clearing in some fir trees, the coachman turning around to face you both.

"This is a beautiful place to watch the lights, sir," he suggested.

"It's perfect, thank you," he smiled, ever appreciative.

"You're welcome. I'm going to let the reindeer off the sleigh to feed them, you two enjoy the show." And with that, he stepped down from the front of the sleigh, unhooking the reindeer but keeping them attached to each other so as not to lose one to the horizon.

"So, could be any minute now," Jin said, looking up at the sky in the clearing. You sat huddled together, not for warmth – your thermals were doing the trick – but for comfort; you sought each other's hold naturally.

You didn't have to wait long for the show to begin, the sky starting to shimmer with a beautiful green wave of light, mixing in with the natural dark blues and specs of shining white stars of the sky. The light only grew brighter, purple and a dash of red blending incredibly.

"Wow..." you gasped, never having seen such a beautiful natural phenomenon before. "Jin, I-" you couldn't even speak, finding yourself standing up and leaning over the front of the sleigh, staring up at the sky.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" he said from behind you, watching you get lost in the colours swirling above your head.

"I've never seen anything like this," you marvelled, "thank you so much for bringing me here, Jin," you turned around to look at him, "I can't believe you-"

You stopped in your tracks, words getting stuck in your throat.

Seokjin was on the floor of the sleigh, on one knee, with a little red velvet box outstretched in his hand. A beautiful diamond ring sat proudly in centre, sparkling under the lights.

"Jin..." tears welled in your eyes, realisation setting in.

"Y/n, I uh... Okay here goes; for a long time now, I've had everything I ever wanted; a wonderful career, wonderful friends and I had you. You and I have had four years of absolute happiness, some tough times too, but we've always pulled through. You've been my absolute rock, the person I can depend on for anything," his voice wavered with nerves, but he never stopped pouring his heart out to you.

"I've known for a while now that I never wanted this to end. I want you, for the rest of my life, because every day I wake up and think 'wow, I am the luckiest guy in the world. She makes me so, so happy'. And if you'll let me, I want to make sure that every single day you wake up feeling the same thing.

"So... y/n, will you do me the honour? Will you marry me?" he asked, hopeful; as if he needed an answer.

You nodded frantically, a sob rising in your throat and tears spilling down your cheeks.

"Y-Yes, yes of course I will..." you cried, wiping the tears from your cheeks with your gloves. His face broke into a wide grin and he leapt up, stepping towards you to throw his arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground as you held each other.

He put you down, immediately crushing your lips together with need. You desperately clung to him, your lips moulding together with his with so much love, so much devotion.

"Gimme your hand," he insisted. You did, and he removed the thick glove holding it in his teeth as he slipped the ring onto your finger gently. It fit perfectly, the single stone glinting under the light of the aroura.

You pulled the glove out of his mouth and kissed him again, both of you overwhelmed with utter joy at the promise of a future with each other.

"This is what I asked Santa for," he confessed. "I asked him to make sure you said yes when I proposed to you tonight."

"You crafty little..." you lightly smacked his arm, laughing. "Is this what you went back upstairs for this morning?" You held your hand with the ring on up to him.

"Yeah, almost forgot it..." he chuckled, "and that's why I wouldn't let you help me pack either." It all made sense now.

"And why you wouldn't let the others come on the trip with us..." you didn't have to ask; you were piecing it together now.

"Exactly. They have no idea I was going to ask either. Gonna surprise them when we get back," he grinned cheekily.

"They're gonna flip out," you laughed.

The two of you sat back down on the red velvet seats, snuggling up together once again to watch the lights above you. You had never felt so content in your life, so fulfilled – so whole.

"I love you, Seokjinnie," you cooed, squeezing your arms around him.

"I love you too, baby," he sighed, feeling just as content, fulfilled and whole as you.

[agentmothman18]

YouTube Zombie AU

I have no life-

When the first out break came, thousands had been infected with the disease. If it could even be considered that. Jack, who had been staying over at Felix's house that weekend, was mortified this was actually happening. So was everyone else that got to witness over the television screen. First hand experiences didn't come until the 3rd month for the Irish man, the outbreak only recently spreading across the continent.

Felix was Jacks childhood friend, they didn't grow up together since Felix had to move around a lot. It was mostly a back and forth from Sweden to Ireland for their family. But one the months Felix did come to Ireland, he and Jack would hang out. When Jack got old enough, had a job and a stable income, he would take vacations to go see his Swedish friend. And through Felix he met Marzia, the Swedish mans girlfriend. Jack instantly liked her, he knew the woman would make Felix a better man in the end and seeing how happy the two were together made him happy.

But when the disease spread to Ireland, where the three had decided to stay for a while, it was like watching flies drop form zapping laps that people hang on their porches. Everyone had been so unprepared, even with the 3 month warnings. Flights out to the nearest base camps left within days, Jack and the couple baring making it on one. It was hard for them, not just leaving home to head to Fort Knox but also to see so many people die. And in such gruesome ways that made his stomach turn just remembering.

'Everything's going to be okay.' He remembered Marzia telling them this. Optimistic that the government would find a cure and fix this mess. When that was brought up though, a couple two rows down form them spoke about how this was God punishing them. That the human race was so messed up that God planned for this to happen to them, to punish them in the nose sadistic was possible. Jack would have applauded the god for its cruel ways, but during the moment that was the last thing he would have thought about. To busy trying to keep up with what was going on during the time.

The base camp didn't last long, maybe a month had went by before things fell apart again. To many people gathered in one area was soon realized to be a horrible idea and those that survived split in different directions. It was during that time that Felix had lost Marzia so the Rotters, both watching in horrified shock as the woman's scream was drowned out by her own blood filling her lungs. Felix would have died there too if Jack hadn't ripped him away from the scene. The Swedish has fought against him, screaming and crying for Jack to leave him with her. It tore Jack apart, his heart breaking for his best friend.

After that, things had been different for the both of them. Felix had shut down, becoming a shell of the happy man he used to be and Jack has toughened up. Maybe not physically, though that did increase too, but now he wasn't scared or felt guilty when it came to shooting the walking dead. Nor living people who wanted to kill them. They both found out the hard way that some survivors turned to cannibalism during this mess of a life time. It was disgusting and something Jack would never stoop so low to.

In the presence of today, it was just Jack and Felix. They've traveled, on foot, from Kentucky all the way to Cheyenne, Wyoming. There were plenty of close calls along the way, both from Rotters and survivors. It left Felix without a working right arm, broken from a scuffle with a beefy man who wanted their guns. Jack felt bad he couldn't do more than just align the bone and wrap it, they didn't have pain medication or even the right material to keep the bone from slipping out of place and healing wrongly. "We should rest." Jack said, glancing to his broken watch for the millionth time. It stopped working back in Missouri, so they couldn't tell the time other then looking at where the sun was in the sky. So with a sigh of slight annoyance, jack glanced to the orange-ing sky.

"We can't until we find cover." Felix let out a hiss of pain when he moved his broken arm, the makeshift sling was pinching at his skin. Jack hand nodded in agreement, leading them farther down the barren highway. They were surrounded by trees and the occasional car, which they would stop to check for supplies, but no houses to take cover in.

About two more miles of walking, Jacks feet had had enough for the day. They'd been walking since sunrise with breaks only to rest or eat what little they had. "I give up." He kept his voice down, not wanting to catch the attention of any lurking Rotters. "Well just have to settle in a car for the night."

"Or that house." Felix pointed behind Jack, who whipped around fast enough to almost cause himself whiplash. He had been sure moments ago there was no houses near by, now there was one? The lack of food and sleep was really getting to him. But the house was there, just hidden so he wasn't going completely crazy yet.

With a simple nod of the head, they made the short trek to the house. It was an old country looking house, two stories with white chipped paint on the walls. Even a cute wrap around porch, a house you'd see on old country movies. Jack had told Felix to stay outside while he checked the place out, staring with the perimeters of the house before venturing inside. He had checked every nook and cranny by the time he was sure it was safe, poking his head out the door and motioning for Felix to come in.

"We'll head out in the morning." Jack spoke quietly to Felix, who nodded and didn't hesitate to head for one of the upstairs bedrooms. He was exhausted and in pain, Jack couldn't blame him. When there was a definite click of a door shutting upstairs, the Irish man finally moved from his spot at the door. He took the living room couch, wanting to stay on the ground floor in case of an emergency.

And for the better half of the night, things were peaceful and quiet. It wasn't until what felt like 2 in the morning that Jack woke up to the front door creaking open. By now, those that were still surviving have learned that the Rotters were smarter than they once thought. They were evolving, for the worse. So for a door to be opened was nothing to the dead.

As quietly as Jack could, he rolled off the couch and landed on the floor with a soft thud noise. He freaked out for a moment that he had given himself away but the footsteps coming into the house had went for the kitchen. It gave him enough time to get his gun ready in one hand and a knife in the other. A panicky feeling bubbled in his stomach, making his hands shake for a mere seconds before he calmed himself with a deep breath. He cringed at the creaking floor beneath him, cursing when movement in the kitchen ceased for a moment. Then, he heard voices.

Quiet voices but ones to set him on edge just as bad as the Rotters screaming. "Just get the food and go." A deep voice, smooth and commanding had spoke. Jack felt a little at easy that they weren't interested in them but that didn't mean he was going to let them leave with their food. So, against better judgment Jack had pushed the kitchen door open with his knife hand.

"You're not taking anything." His voice was monotoned, no emotions held in it thanks to the months of hell. Though just a quickly a light had blinded him and there was a click of a gun being cocked ready for its first shot.

"Look, we're not looking for trouble." Another male voice had spoke out, less deep than the first one but almost sounding apologetic. "We just need a bit of food and we'll leave." Jack squinted against the blinding light, moving to the side to get out of its way. The movement didn't cause any problems thankfully, and he had hesitantly lowered his gun. Jack was still a kind person at heart, even if this new world has made him cold.

The light was shinned up towards the ceiling, providing light for the whole room. Jack could finally get a good look at the two, one wearing a mask with a straight line for a mouth and two dots as the eyes. The other had the being of a bread growing, it was kept trimmed though and complimented the mans features. Something about the pair seemed different than most survivors they'd come across. Less aggressive was one thing for sure, but there was a feeling in Jacks gut that told him he could trust them. A bubbling feeling that felt almost comfortable.

"How much food do you have?" Jack asked, putting his gun in its holder on his hip and the knife back in his boot. And to his surprise, the two took their backpacks off and emptied them on the table. There was barely anything; two bottles of waters, three cans of soup, and two packs of those cheesy cracker things. Felix and him didn't have much but they at least had way more than these two. There was also a few guns that clanked down onto the table after falling out, no bullets though he realized. "Damn." He mumbled, his tone sympathetic.

"Most the gas stations on this stretch have been whipped clean." The man without the mask spoke, he looked exhausted in the dim lighting. "If you keep heading northwest on this road you'll be dead in a day. Rotters are crawling around about two miles up." He informed, much needed information considering that was where him and Felix were heading.

"Thanks for the heads up." Jack gave a simple nod with his thanks. "Where are you two headed?" He asked, heading to the cabinets to grab spare food.

"Kentucky." The other had spoke, voice slightly muffled by the mask. Jack cringed at the mention of that place, bad memories surfacing. Grabbing 4 cans of soup and two bottles of water, Jack turned and set it on the table with their stuff.

"If you're headed for Fort Knox, it's a bust. Place got overran with Rotters about two or three months ago." He told them, most his days running together so it was hard to tell how many months it was exactly.

"Well shit." Mr. No-mask groaned, a hand running over his face. "Then I guess we're headed no where." He sighed out, glancing to his masked friend. Jack watched the two, words getting lodged in his throat from trying not to speak them.

"We could head to the NAS down in Meridian." Both Jack and the man without the mask looked to the one with the mask. Jack was dumbfounded, that was months away on foot and for all they knew it was just like Fort Knox. But it there was a chance, for these two at least. For him and Felix, they refused to go anywhere with many survivors. Not after what happened last time.

"To far away. I'd rather die by Rotters than walk that far-"

"What are your names anyway?" Jack cut in, wanting a name to the two he was giving half his food too.

"Oh, my names Mark, this is Cry." Mark had introduced them, motioning to the man with a mask who was Cry. It seemed a little silly to call someone that but he wouldn't say anything about it, some people liked to keep their identity under-wraps even in times like these.

"I'm Jack." There was silence that fell over them for a moment, before the Irish man spoke up again. "If you're not leaving for Meridian, you're welcome to join me and my friend." Jack offered, something he never thought he'd be doing. But four seemed like an okay amount of people to have, more than that was to much.

The two seemed shocked for a moment, looking at each other in a silent conversation. Jack could only keep up with have of it, guessing what they were saying by what he saw Marks facial expressions do. But in the end, they both nodded to each other in their unspoken agreement and turned towards Jack. He was expecting them to decline his offer.

"We're in then."