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vmlnrz · 1 year

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H.R

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When I first saw her. Morning was chilly. It was fall and the weather often described as perfection. I wasn't a big fan. My hair tied up in a bun, few strands messily loose as always. Expressions bored and sleepy as always. She was smiling with her friends in the hallway. I couldn't help but be curious of what the girls gossip about. Her hairstyle was similar to mine during fights. I kept seeing her many times in the hallway after. She would be accompanied by one or two of her friends. I got to know her name after I eavesdropped their conversation, it was unintentional tho.

Once she accidentally bumped into me. She smelled quite nice, quite classy. Her voice was hesitant as she apologized. I remember after school when I saw her petting a stray cat. One time I fell asleep in the library and woke up to her reading silently in front of me. I saw her again as she sat under a sakura tree. Rare times when she wasn't accompanied by her friends. I would never approach but that time I did. She sat there peacefully however so I gave up and simply leaned my back against the opposite side of the tree.

When my last year of high school started, I didn't really see her around. She would look blue. Lonely and tired. That really made me want to walk up to her. But why would I? Who was she? I brush my thoughts off thinking she just some girl.

An incident happened too fast. It's recent. It's quite blurry. Putting it in words was difficult. But if I had to describe— I was crouched on the ground trying to look for my hair tie that had fallen. When I looked up ( I shouldn't have. ) from the perspective, my eyes witnessed up her legs. I was called a pervert and a slap was thrown across my face before I was left alone. I was satisfied tho, it was the second time she acknowledged me. I wouldn't mind her slapping me again.

"I don't know her."

"You don't?" Rindo questions, seeing his brother nonchalantly sipping onto the choco milk box.

Ran doesn't bother answering, listening as Rindo and Sanzu talked back and forth, not bothering to participate. He listens till you're a part of the conversation, mind wandering into oblivion when their talk gets uninteresting.

"What color were her panties?"

"What." Ran questions, rather loudly. It was absurd, why suddenly were you mentioned? Or was it really you they were talking about?

The two looked at the older one with confusion, "Uh, Rindo walked behind her."

"That doesn't mean I would look there," Rindo argues, face showing disgust, knowing Sanzu has little to no decency.

Ran huffs as he shoves the choco milk box towards Rindo's chest which the younger one holds subconsciously.

"What's up with him?" They watch as Ran walks away from them.

One of your friends left the school, the other one got her leg injured— why you looked lonely. You go straight to your shift at a perfume shop after school hours— why you looked so tired. And the financial issue your family suffered from— that he was already aware of now, was the explanation for all this. Just some girl. That's a lie. Ran knows this. Cause why else would he be beating up guys from your class and using his height as an advantage to scare girls? All just to know all this about you.

The sound of the door being opened got the attention on Ran. He swore it was your voice he heard from the empty classroom. He was right listening to his gut. Your back was pressed against the wall while you were yelling at two guys to stop approaching you. And it took them just a stern leave from Ran to run out of the class.

"You, from before—"

He hears you say. He scoffs when he hears you murmur the pervert again.

"Yeah 'bout last time," You yelp when he suddenly closes the door loudly. He didn't mean to, that happened accidentally. But that's not worth explaining now. You got defensive quickly, crossing your arms over your chest. "woman, please," It's understandable. He was about to get defensive as well but that's not worth explaining now either.

He gets to the point before his presence frightens you more, or worse. Maintaining his distance, he starts, "It's all misunderstanding, princess. Don't take this the wrong way," He read your facial expressions well. You weren't quite convinced.

"I ain't that kinda person," He puts his hand in his pocket, placing a small bundle of notes on the desk.

"Wait—"

"It's weird, I know. Take it or leave it, I don't care," He certainly does. "See you on Monday, princess," last he says before he turns back, leaving you alone.

The weekend felt like a 20-minute power nap, and he's back in his class praying for the bell to ring. After what felt like forever, the loud ringing indicated break time.

He'll eat later. For now he prefers to snooze. Using his arms as cushions, he dozes off.

Disturbance in the form of his hand being poked made him swear he could slap a bitch with no hesitation. Till he opens his eyes and sees you. Sitting upright immediately.

"Hey."

"I um wanted to—"

"Hold on," He interrupts you, getting up. He couldn't risk Rindo and Sanzu seeing you with him, "Let's talk somewhere else."

Obediently following him to wherever he took you— an empty staircase. You stood right in front of him, he waited for you to continue. You take your hands from behind your back, he sees you holding a bento box. "I'm not able to pay you back right now," He notices your uniform— fresh and fit, a half smile making it's way to his face, "that day I called you a pervert, and even slapped you," You avoided meeting his eyes, obviously out of shame and guilt, "I'm sorry...please, accept this."

His laugh echos as he sits down on the staircase, patting beside for you to do the same. Taking the bento box from you, he opens it being marveled at the sight, "Princess you made this?"

"Hai,"

He clasped his hands, mumbling itadakimasu as he holds the chopsticks. But before he could dive in, interruption in the form of two demons approach calling him big bro.

They hardly acknowledged you, getting warned by Ran to go away. Their eyes focused more on the bento box and in no time it was snatched.

You made a bento box for him again the next day since he didn't get to have it the day before. And that was the last straw. He accepted his feelings. And he finally found himself with you instead of pondering to be with you from afar.

One chilly morning as he walked in the hallway, it was like he first saw you. Except this time, you weren't accompanied. Weren't smiling. Oh, and, you were struggling to walk— carrying a huge pile of paper.

"Where to put these?"

He helped you to the library. Placing them on the desk. He only meant to glance at you but he found himself helpless. Tiredness was written all over. You looked pretty nonetheless, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you thanked him. One day you bumped into him, looking like a mess when you reached school late. You let him help you braid your hair. And he couldn't help but to take in your fragrance. He offered walking you till the perfume shop you worked everyday in, soon became a regular thing. Not forgetting to pet the stray cats you see on the way.

Once he found you in the library, exhausted and nearly asleep. Initially, teasing you at your current state. You didn't need to tell him. He knew the schoolwork and deadlines were killing you.

"Really? You'll help me with history?"

"Hm, I'm your senpai, ain't I?" Internally smirking to himself, knowing this was also a sneaky way to be around you more. Maybe even invite you over to his place.

"Creepy~"

"You're a hypocrite for saying that, Sanzu," Rindo agrees with him nevertheless. "Na big bro, will she still talk to you knowing you watched her like a creep from afar?"

"She still talks to me knowing I'm a delinquent. What's worse?"

The truth is, the thought scared him that he'll beg don't leave. Two helpless words falling out of his mouth. Maybe he was overthinking.

One of your friends was allowed to attend school again. Him received much less attention from you. Unknowingly, he distanced himself as well.

He sees you at the library sitting alone. You're waiting for your friend— he guesses. But when his eyes meet yours, suddenly his possessive side rages which even he wasn't aware of.

You gesture him to hurry over. "Gosh, where were you? Sit down, you still have to help me with this," Silently, he sits beside and you were too much stressed due to studies to read his expressions. "Where is it..." You were looking for a book. Getting up, trying to look for it in one of the shelves.

"Watch out," you look up to see a book about to fall on your head, instantly facing down, ready for the impact on your head but it never came.

The book hit Ran's head as he towered over you but he couldn't care less. It was now you read his face as you turn around to look at him. He brushes it off tho, showing no emotion, "C'mon—"

"Ran-chan," Your voice is soft as you tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear, "you're ok, right?"

"I'm fine—"

"Don't say that. What's going on? Talk to me. You know you can," His eyes got lost into yours and he felt like he was gonna cry. He really really liked you so much.

"I know," A smile forms on his face, "and I'm glad,"

"Ran-chan—"

He bends down, resting his head on your shoulder, "Pay attention to me," only me.

I've had my eyes on you for a year now. Your smile gets me blushing. Your talks gets me curious. Your voice gets me flustered. You look so gently from head to toe, gets me wishing to wrap my arms around you all the time. You are so unique. It's ridiculous, I get jealous quickly. It's your rejection I fear would get me insecure quickly.

Oh but pitty Ran's choice of words.

"What if you find out that there was a person who always looked at you from afar," Admired, is what he wanted to say, "Like, almost an obsession. Would you be scared?"

He doesn't know what the future holds for him next, so he confesses. A year ago you were in the same position and so was he. You sat under the sakura tree while on the opposite side, he leaned his back against it. He has graduated high school now, you still have to get through one more year.

"Not if it's you, I won't be scared." Not exchanging any words for a while, the silence gets millions of thoughts in his head, multiple emotions he feels inside. All yelling just to walk to your side and kiss you there. He was stupid— oblivious to your feelings, you weren't like him— quite opposite actually, "cause...I know you."

#REPOSTTTTTT #ran x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #haitani ran #tr x reader #tokyo revengers

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mirror-to-the-past · 11 months

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Finished playing 358/2 Days! Needless to say, I now understand Xion's deal. The only thing that I raise an eyebrow at in terms of confusion was what Xion was to Sora and the nature of her design. I'll touch on the latter first, as the former is moreso story analysis from me and becomes more rambling.

How was it exactly that Xion was able to slowly sap memories of Sora's? In my understanding of Replica Riku's functioning, he was injected with Sora's (Edit: Riku's memories, I recall, albeit still tampered by Naminé) memories as per Naminé's influence. However, it seems Naminé had no power over Xion, leading me to wonder how the memories were given to her in the first place. Was it purely because of her being around Roxas, who has Sora's memories, that she was unknowingly able to do so? I could believe that she was created with an inclination towards such a function that then kicked into gear upon exposure.

As for "what Xion was to Sora," Riku says to Mickey that she has Sora's memories of Kairi (which, I'd like to mention, Riku believes were those "most precious" to him. I found that telling, especially considering how avoidant he was of Sora in the following game chronologically, KH2. I don't believe he considered himself important to Sora following his actions in the previous games, poor guy. Roxas' dream/memory of Sora being left behind by Riku and co. in Hollow Bastion where he cried upon waking says otherwise, regarding how much Riku's opinion means to Sora. I digress.) Naminé adds onto that by telling Xion that he views her (through Roxas, I assume) as he remembered Kairi. This is further demonstrated by Xion, in her imaginary sequence with Roxas, her, and Axel in Destiny Islands' Paopu tree sitting in the places of Sora, Kairi, and Riku accordingly. However, there's much more to Xion than JUST Kairi. If she just had Sora's memories of Kairi, there would be no reason for Roxas having his entirety sapped by her, first of all. Xion was taking much more than things regarding Kairi, from anything like Sora/Roxas' battle techniques, to memories of happenings in other worlds, things like keyholes and whatnot. That's not even to mention that SOMEHOW, Xion, and I would then assume also Sora by proxy, had memories of Riku's confrontation with Zexion in his portion of CoM! Double that with the fact that although her hairstyle was similar to Kairi's, she has Sora's eyes, and a grayscale (since it's black) hair coloring like Riku, and she's more like a combination of the trio of Islanders. Which would make more sense and be less reductive than just: "Xion is everything Kairi to Sora," because just that would write out a lot of other stuff Xion took, too.

Anyway...

That fever dream sequence was so interesting?? The fact that that scene from CoM was re-highlighted by the 358/2 Days story as important has me boggling my mind. Why is it that Xion widened her eyes in surprise and shapeshifted to Sora at the part where Zexion said: "You were the one that destroyed your home!" Even though it was established in that original scene that Riku was the one who did that by opening the Door to Darkness? The intrigue? Aaaa? What could this mean?? Going insane! CoM continues to be the most important game, with the Replicas now being revisited in Days, it being the birthplace of repressed memories of Sora's and sort of kick-starting the whole thing with how memories continue to exist within the heart as feelings regardless of conscious awareness of them, the memory of Sora's that Naminé messed with regarding the meteor shower (the event and imagery that keeps getting brought up across games- it feels important) (As of writing this I have now started Birth By Sleep and once again have raised an eyebrow at the meteor shower in the opening movie and tutorial sequence), man, CoM!

So, that's pretty much everything cohesive from the top of my head. Now comes the part of this post where I generally scream about things that I can recall from the story and general sentiments:

Xigbar is establishing a theme that for every game he's in, he says something extremely intriguing at the end and then nopes out. KH2 he hinted at other Keyblade wielders and then died. This game he sees in Xion who I now know as Ventus (I yelled: "That can't be Roxas, he's wearing different clothes" upon seeing that part and surprisingly I was right, lol) and then doesn't elaborate. So curious about this eye-patched man and all the things he knows.

I WAS RIGHT ABOUT AXEL'S NAME BEING LEA! 🎊 I have no idea what Saïx was like before he became a Nobody, but this guy is a complete jackass as of now, so I don't know why he'd think he's hot enough shit to pull the "you're prioritizing your new, fake friendships over the *real* ones from before, Lea," card, because dude. Axel deserves better than your blue-haired ass. I called him so many names this game, sorry to any Saïx enjoyers. Actually, not sorry. He's mean.

When Roxas flaked out in his and Axel's expedition to Castle Oblivion, and then emerged to consciousness with a yell of "RIKU!" I laughed so much. Like... of course Sora's subconscious gut response of even slightly engaging with a Riku-based stimuli would hit so hard that even his Nobody would then emulate a teaspoon of Sora's oncoming KH2 behavior. Roxas was just like *screwed up expression* 'Where the hell did that come from.' Hah.

Speaking of sad boy Wiku who I now hold in my hands so gently, his entire interaction with Xion post fever dream was one of my favorite parts of the game. He was so immediately kind towards the Nobodies/Replicas, once again, in a way that no one else has been, not least themselves. Of course, as it's implied that Riku likely saw Sora's face in Xion's, I imagine it would be harder to be especially cruel to her, but considering his sympathy towards Roxas in KH2, I think it's just in his nature. Just...

"Do you hate me for taking your friend away from you?"

"No. I'm just... sad."

IT WAS SO SIMPLE, YET SO EFFECTIVE. GUT PUNCH. OWIE.

Added Riku note: I only now noticed in the final duel between Roxas and Riku that Oblivion, the Riku Keyblade, has the same silver crown on Sora's necklace on the end of it. 🤔 Storing this interesting information away for later...

Xion! I love Xion so much! The fact that she was ready to go down a-blazing at the end because of how she knew she was hurting Roxas? AGH. Killed me. And yet, she got so wrapped up in her sense of purposelessness without Sora that she still was ready to take Roxas down with her at the same time? It feels so contradictory, and yet it doesn't! She didn't want Roxas to suffer, and she especially didn't want Roxas to suffer and feel, as she perceived it, incomplete. And just... ah.... she wanted to give him the greatest gift she felt like someone else could give her: a feeling of belonging in identity. Except she never truly realized that Roxas had found a different answer to that question than she had, even if it turned out to be a shaky one: he found his sense of home in the loved ones around him. He never cared to learn about himself or his origins when he was with her and Axel. His diary entries repeatedly showed him forgetting to ask Xion about his Sora dreams, and repeatedly forgetting to show Axel the Winner stick, because all he could care about when being with his friends was... being with them. Never answers. He only wanted answers when he had nothing else. Whereas with Xion, she was the one who would say she wanted everything to stay the same between them, and yet she, in a conflicting manner, was the one disastifsifed without having answers, therefore driving the three of them further apart.

And MAN the Winner stick with Axel! When he pulled it out of the envelope at the end of the game... ouch. I personally wonder if Xion was the one who gave it to him, considering between grilling Axel for answers and then escaping the castle, I didn't see any off screen time for Roxas to have given Axel the stick. However, in the in-between time of Xion being apprehended by Xemnas and fighting Roxas, there's definitely a window of time where Xion could've given the slipped the Winner stick to Axel, perhaps as a final attempt to reconcile him and Roxas. I personally found that thought so affective that unless there's a canon alternative, I've accepted that as my headcanon. It's definitely something I could see Xion doing and man, I love her. I have hope about Roxas being able to reemerge from Sora somehow down the line, but Xion? What with no one even remembering her and being a blank canvas of an individual to begin with, I don't have as much hope for her. I want to, but... :(

Lastly, poor Axel being stuck in the middle the whole time. That scene where he told Xion that 'he was the one who would always bring her back' rendered my soul vulnerable as all hell. That was the closest I got to crying, honestly. His voice actor perfectly exuded that angry, torn up feeling of trying so hard to help someone who doesn't want to be saved, despite everything. That line perfectly encapsulated Axel's struggle of being stuck in the middle this entire game series. Being a double-double agent in the Castle Oblivion mission. Knowing his previous life, and trying to appease the connections he has in this one. Trying to make it good in the Organization. Trying to find his own freedom. Trying to be a good friend to Roxas and Xion, even when he knows they're destroying each other. He just felt so helpless by the end of this game, seeing how despite trying so hard, despite saying the things he was meant to and keeping quiet about the things he wasn't supposed to, he ended up losing everything it was all for, in the end. By being too careful, he was left scorned and abandoned by the only things that mattered. I bet he wished he would have said "I would miss you," more than he did.

All in all, really interesting experience playing a game I knew was gonna end badly since finishing KH2, all while still becoming invested regardless. It was like reading some sort of old tragedy. I think the KH strategy is to confuse you just enough that you get invested by your attempts to understand the plot, therefore trapping you into becoming emotionally invested, as well. Good plan, writers. I'm taking notes. Another compliment to the writers, I've not found KH's dialogue bad, but it's not stood out to me a bunch for the most part. This game had some really good dialogue writing though, in my opinion. Liked it a lot.

Like I said, I've now booted up Birth By Sleep, and already have my head abound with theories and questions and- Xehanort's old now? I thought this was a prequel! Luke Skywalker is a Keyblade Master mentor? Why does Terra enunciate in lowercase? Why does Roxas look like Ventus? Okay, I do have a theory for that one, given the intro...

I restarted my playthrough after starting as Aqua, because I quickly realized doing so was going to make the story seem very disorderly. Stay tuned for my continued documentation of my KH journey! I'm healing post-358/2 Days by playing KH monopoly in Birth By Sleep's Command Board minigame, lol.

#kingdom hearts #kh 358/2 days #kh 358/2 first playthrough #birth by sleep #kh axel #kh xion #kh roxas

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rene-is-an-insomniac · 1 year

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Keep Behaving.

Isekai! Cyno & Isekai! Sibling Reader

Chapters 1/?

Don't have a specific schedule to update this

Title is a lyric from Baldi's Basics in Behavior.

Genre: Angst, Comedy, Humor?

Tws: Major Character Death, Mentions of Amnesia,

If any of Tws upset you please hesitate before reading.

"Are you ready to go?" Your turn facing your brother’s half hidden head from behind the door. His judgmental gaze scans your room before returning to you.

You turn around to look at your tired reflection in the mirror. The reflection highlighted the bags under your eyes and the ruined wrapped hairstyle.

"Why does it look like a tornado smacked you in the face?"

"My hair.. got stuck again, I hate this curly thick hair!" You roughly grab your hair, attempting to style it again, only for it to fall flat into place.

"Y/N, relax." He grabs your hair and helps you style it into place. He was finished in a matter of minutes.

"Here." You look up, seeing the neat hairstyle in place.

"Thank you Mara, what would I do without you?"

"You'll be late for your flight." On his way out, he grabs your suitcase.

Fortunately, You and Mara weren't too late for your flight. They were starting to load passengers onto the plane. As you waited for your number to be called, you took out your phone and loaded Genshin Impact. While you were waiting for the game to load, you felt a head press against your shoulder.

You turn around to see Mara staring at the screen. He looks at you, puzzled, before pressing the door that appears on the screen. Your row numbers were called as the symbols loaded. As you boarded the plane, you quickly pocketed your phone without locking the screen.

Mara safely stored the suitcases as you took a seat near the window. "Hey, want to play Genshin on the way?"

"However, we didn't pay for internet?" He smirked as he took his seat.

"We can play with the plane wi-fi silly without paying." He rolls his eyes as he grabs his phone. He turns it on before the genshin screen loads. A stewardess approached him and told him to turn off his phone while they prepared for the flight.

As the plane took off, you notice the green of the land below; and a child with blonde hair running around on the ground. You rub your eyes perplexed. Staring at the ground, you saw the land and cars below a normal view.

When the plane was high enough at normal altitude, people that were awake pulled out their phones. You peek to your right, seeing Mara do his commissions. You watched him for a bit before you drifted off into sleep.

Heavy air pressure filled your ears as you awoke. The sound of screaming was heard as you looked around. Masks appeared everywhere as people began to panic. Looking out the window you saw the ocean quickly approaching. You began to brace yourself as cold water engulf you and everyone.

As you were passing out you heard Mara's frantic voice call out your name.

Coming to, you look around checking where the plane landed. You see trees surrounding you. As you got up, you fell back down. Your feet hurt terribly as you try to get up once more.

After a while, you tried to get up again, this time succeeding. Continuing through the forest, you passed some monsters and slimes. Instead of freaking out, you slowly walked passed, trying to get away discreetly.

A crunch from a stick gained the attention of a nearby Abyss Mage. An electro Abyss Mage appears waving it's staff.

You quickly back away in the other direction, trying to run.

You hopped on your good foot trying to get away from the mage that kept teleporting in front of you. Sprinting you dodge it's electro ring.

The chants of the Abyss Mage grew closer until you heard a scream from it. Looking behind you see a Milellth soldier killing it. The scream died down as it's head fell limply onto the ground.

The soldier turns, approaching you. "Are you alright, Miss Temah?" You freeze in place.

"Temah?"

"Yes, you're Miss Temah, that helps run the perfume shop in Liyie Harbour."

"Are you alright?" He began to check your head and arms for injuries.

" Yes.. but my name is Y/N." You spoke your real name, causing further confusion. The soldier lightly grabs your arm and walks with you to the Harbor.

"Hey! Where are we going?" You try to get away, only for him to tighten his grip.

"Let's go have Doctor Baizhu check on you."

Reaching the Bubu pharmacy, you saw characters that weren't included in the game and some that were.

Little Qiqi was sweeping while counting in rhythm; one of the workers NPC you saw in the story quest was helping the elders with their medicine. Some new workers were preparing the treatment in the back.

"Oh? What brings you here?" Hearing Baizhu's voice made you look up. The green haired male walked from behind thr counter approaching you. The snake Changseng wrapped around his next as she anslayzed the situation.

He guided you to a chair in the next room and checks over you for injuries.

"Miss Temah was being chased by an Abyss Mage." Your felt your hair moved as he looked for any bruises behind your head.

" Did they fall?" He glances towards the male making him pause. You hadn't fall because he killed the Mage from appraoching.

"No, I killed the Mage before it hurt her."

"I'm not seeing any injuries on Miss Temah." He looks at the male confused.

"That's not my name, It's Y/N."

" Y/N, where did you grow up?"

" I grew up in (city name) with my older brother Mara." She faced the solder who's face grew more power from each word. But she's wasn't wrong, that's her name.

"Miss Temah doesn't have siblings, she's an only child." Baizhu nodded grabbing a peace of paper. He writes down her situation.

" Seeing that Miss Temah's story isn't adding up, I can only assume that she has some memory loss." He puts the brush back into his hair. He can't be fucking serious right now?

Your name is Y/N, you are Mara's younger sibling who was with him until you woke up as this "Temah" girl.

"Hey! I'm not this Temah chick."

"please lower your voice Miss Temah we have other patients." He gives her a blank look before continuing. " I'm not sure if it's long term or short term, but for right now they should take it easy." The soldier nods completely ignoring your distress.

You've barely been in Teyvat for five minutes, got attacked by a Abyss Mage and saved by this soldier. This day just keeps getting more and more chaotic.

"And Miss Temah." He holds out a prescription for you to take.

"Please avoid venturing out of the city on your own." Baizhu walks out the room leaving you with that man.

Silence fills the room until he cleared his throat. The soldier was a beautiful man; fair skinned, black hair, stunning blue eyes and donned the Millelth uniform. The look he gave was bittersweet almost if his heart had just been ripped out his chest.

"Let me reintroduce myself… I'm Shinu. We met a few years back during a festival." A frown Donner his face as he paused mid sentence.

"Nice to meet you, Shinu. My name is Temah, you said?" He nodded.

"Te-mah. That's a strange-sounding name." You mutter unknowingly, making Shinu wince.

"It's very beautiful." He mutters.

Baizhu re enters handing them the medication they had to take before sending them on their way.

Shinu escorts you home and tells people who you assume are Temah's parent everything. They glance back and forth between you and Shinu, and their faces grow pale. You stomach dropped as your gaze fell to the floor

Temah's Mother walks over and grabs you by your shoulders.

"Tell me it's not true! Tell me you remember me Temah.'' The woman cries out, shaking you.

"I'm sorry, my name is Y/N, not Temah." The woman releases her hold on you, sobbing harshly into her arms. The father, you assume, walks over, hugging her, trying to comfort her.

Awkwardly you stand off to the side, clutching your arm. Honestly, you felt bad about replacing this Temah person's life. She seemed to live a positive life unlike what you had back home.

When you woke up in Genshin, you expected to keep your body, not take over someone else's.

Hearing Temah's mother cry made them feel more guilty. The more they spoke the more damage they caused. Your nails dig into your skin as you thought of something that could give you a clue of what she was like.

'"Did I keep a diary before?" The sobbing decreased, and the Woman raised her head.

"Yes, it's in your room somewhere."

It looks like your luck is starting to turn around.

Entering Temah's room, you were hit with a heavy smell of perfume making you gag. Temah must have been the type to dress up for Shinu and others. Looking around you find things that support your claim.

She wore alot of lipstick where as you stopped wearing make up years ago. The dresses she wore looked expensive and some gift boxes sat on the closet floor, most likely from Shinu.

You check further into the room, searching until you find the diary. The journal fell onto the ground as you picked it up.

Reading through the contents, you go through some of her dialogues.

Most were about her love for Shinu, others were about her getting her job and her love for her family.

You made sure to memorize the important events she went through.

"Oh, you found it, dear. Does any of the information sound familiar?" The mother smiles softly, leaning against the bedroom door.

You shake your head, causing her frown. "Shinu saved me during the festival from an oncoming attack from a hilichurrl camp." You slow speak, making her eyes light up. She nodded merrily, walking towards you.

"Yes! He saved you and escorted you home that night; such a sweet young man." She muttered under her breath about marriage.

The guilt you felt piled up, making your throat constrict. "Is Shinu my fiance… Mother?"

"Shinu is your boyfriend. Don't tell him I said this, but was going to propose to you today." Your heart leaped in your throat, making you choke harshly.

Your "Mother" told Shinu and your "Father" the good news. The bright aura of the room created more anxiety.

This was not how you expected your day to go. This in fact made you more guilty.

#genshin fic #genshin cyno #cyno #isekai reader #isekai Cyno #minty writes #Isegau #genshin sagau #sagau #keep Behaving #rene genshin fics

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istanbulite · 7 months

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ok. i need to compare Astraeus (Lovestruck) to Blade (WIP - Shepherds of Haven) bc as i was trying to make them on Black Desert Mobile i noticed they r pretty similar in... looks

both black haired / eyed with a sort of cropped hairstyle (one is 5'9 and the other is 6'3" tho)

both swordsmen

both given an east Asian... design. I mean Astraeus downright uses a katana as his main weapon and his theme is cherry flowers (which...i still don't know why as he s a Greek mythological figure but *shrug* im used to it now), Blade less so I suppose, i mean his last name is apparently a Welsh name but its just... here and there you get the sense that's the main inspiration for his culture - food, words, style whatever - which i dont like, tbh, making the emotionless, brutal species Like That but I can head-canon around it all I like its the canon (for now) world-building

this i like :D 1 is from an app that shut down.. like 2 years ago and the other is from a WIP work, not all out yet

both have older brothers, though Astraeus surely suffered more in his hands, having served him for years if not decades and it ends with a death... We dont know what that particular thing gonna go with Blade but I think it wont be that brutal.

Both sort of leaders, Astraeus is to titan army (or whats left of it more like) and Blade to Shepherds militia.

THEIR RELATIONSHIP W THE MC: Astraeus pretty much starts in love with the MC, he's low-key a stalker (i mean high key he did kidnap her...) and they have this... connection. Immediately. With Blade... it's... so not that. It's a slow process. Just as strong but slow and steady against.. whatever the fuck was up with Astraeus at one point (and yall kno he s my #1)

Astraeus is very chaotic, the MC says at one point chaos 'thrives within him' (or around him) he's a titan god after all and Blade is.. once again. Not that. Astraeus wears his heart on his sleeve. That's my favorite thing about him actually, he's one of the closest examples I saw to the male femme fatale idea. He's seductive and emotional and acts according to his heart. Blade falls a bit dull against that because we just have…. too many of the emotionless warrior guys, though I gotta give its due, he does his category well - say.. compared to Adam from Wayhaven Chronicles (and there I do love Ava, I know they are the same person but listen almost no female character is Like That) and you can tell he starts caring for the mc - obviously, which makes him much more appealing then the rest of the so called macho guys.

Astraeus is a poet. Blade points out he likes reading poetry. Does he write? I don't know but its surely not a corner of his personality I feel

They also both like gardening, once again Astraeus is more passionate about it, growing a tree in a land where nothing grows (Tartarus) Blade mentioned it but it's not like.. his thing - so far

Overall this made me realize maybe we don't know Blade well, despite the countless asks n everything or that he needs a certain.. something. Not everyone has to be passionate and emotional of course but like uhm... He's a bit too perfect and bland, WHICH is maybe his flaw I mean other characters do call him boring and dour and again the story is far from over so we'll see!

#astoria fate's kiss #afk mc #astraeus #lovestruck #lovestruck voltage #interactive fiction #blade bronwyn #shepherds of haven #shoh #su.txt

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shizukateal · 2 years

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I hope you do a post about the fashion of the characters from Black Rock Shooter someday <3

Don't worry anon, I gotchu.

Black Rock Shooter

I should've mentioned it in that other ask, but BRS is also a character design I'm very fond of. Which can feel a bit weird because at first glance she seems like a very otaku male gaze character? And I can't quite disqualify that possibility, but I still feel like that gives me more reason to talk about why she works.

If I had to summarize it in a sentence I'd say BRS works because she feels austere in a realistic way, especially once you consider the world she inhabits. She lives in a completely barren wasteland, with not a single tree in sight, so she wears stuff that goes between temperature extremes and that is comfortable and practical. A big long-coat jacket, gloves, and boots that cinch to her calves for the cold, and a short and bikini top for the hot. Usually, I don't like plain-chested anime* girls in triangular bikini tops because it feels like the designer is trying to highlight that for the fetishists, but I simply don't get that feel with BRS, and that includes when she has the jacket off. I think that might be in part because the animators and such don't put too much detail on her boobs, but it may also have to do with how Rock carries herself. She's not shy or a fetishized Rei expy, she is a BADASS on a MISSION. Maybe calling her androgynous is a bit much, but there's something about her that doesn't feel like it conforms to the male gaze. Whatever it is, Rock just doesn't give the impression that she dresses for the sake of others. It may also have to do with how she only clasps the top of her long-coat with the zipper, giving her a triangular silhouette that shows off her body but without highlighting her non-existent curves. Beyond that, it is very probable that her design sticks out because of her eyes, which are unique in the anime world except of course for the other job of the artist in Steins;Gate. She was also the first one to have a flaming blue left eye before Sans Undertale entered the pop-culture consciousness. The asymmetry of her ponytails is also surprisingly unique to her. And, of course, having a kickass Supercell x Miku Hatsune song helps too.

There's not much to discuss about her anime counterpart. She's pointier and more detailed and has something interesting going on with the idea that the long coat can have its tail detached. Not super into the asymmetry of her boot lapels, but that's a nitpick. I think I overall prefer the anime design because I find it more elegant in its simplicity, and also the scars look cool, but I would keep the belts of the anime, the white one is a neat color brake detail.

Dead Master

Dead Master is the one who changed the most in between adaptations and she looks great in both of them, so she's the only one I'll make a real comparison of. The first thing to acknowledge, of course, is the genius placement of that ribbon. I haven't seen any other character design with that idea, and it works fabulously, because it breaks the monotony of the empty space of the dress without pointlessly breaking the silhouette. Now we move on to the differing intentions of each version, and what they bring to the table:

OVA!Dead Master is a sexy kind of villain, so her dress is smaller and form-fitting, but also surprisingly comfier with the shoes than Anime!DM's heels with laces and ribbons. I think the ribbons compete with the pom-poms, though. The accessories that she brings to the table are still very cute, anyways: the glasses, the veil, the way the nails of her claws are painted, it's all very stylish and unique to her. Still, like Rock and Gold, her design stays strong through her fundamentals. The featherless wings and the hairstyle are unique to her without being clumsily exaggerated, and the later is perfectly balanced by the horns, the ruffled neckline is also comfy and complemented by the choker, and like the rest of the girls here who aren't Rock the monstrous hands are a delightful shock of badass horror. I don't have a preference here, again, they are going for different things and it's admirable that they managed both while still staying loyal to the core principles of the design.

Black Gold Saw

This pic is a bit awkward, but it's the best I could get. Admittedly, I kinda prefer her OVA version with the bikini, but this top conveys more of a unique personality, more casual and languid and comfortably femenine instead of generically leather badass-sexy. The stars in the sleeves are also nice touch. The shorts are too form-fitting though and they make the belt look out of place since it doesn't really need to hold anything, unlike the anime where it was looser. Not much else to say here, Gold is pretty standard sexy devil, but since she's not wearing some stupid striperrific outfit that deals the final blow to my already struggling libido I find her nothing if not commendable.

Chariot

Not to force a pun, but Chariot's design fucking rules. It's such a simple dress, but it conveys everything it needs. A ruffled button-up, a split to give a better view of the white underlayer, and lines in the sleeves with cuffs with gold buttons. This time the hands also serve the higher purpose of balancing the wheels. Her long disheveled hair with the crown also gives off a very specific personality to this whole aesthetic. It immediately gets us to understand that this is a spoiled rotten girl who's used to having her way, probably because she's physically disabled, which she is. Kind of a pity they named her Chariot, though. I mean, I get it and it's a cool name, but the aesthetic is muddied with all this royalty stuff which makes me think of The Empress or The Emperor tarot card, rather than The Chariot.

Strength

I'm sorry that the image is cut, I legit couldn't find a better version. But in any case, yeah, elegance in simplicity and all. Strength has 2 big fucking hands and a tail, and she can destroy buildings with both. Better keep things comfy. Short boots that cinch well to the ankles, thigh-highs for some light warmth and weight, simple halter zipper dress that leaves room in the bottom for the legs to move, let the big collar/hoodie have the intricate details and call attention to the color of the eyes, and have some wild short hair for maximum monkey-theming. Yeah, she's not wearing a bra, but nothing is really calling attention to it, so I'll let it slide. Also she has flame tattoos in her arms, that's badass.

*If you're an actual person you can wear whatever the fuck you like, whether I like it or not. NONE OF WHAT I SAY IN MY REVIEWS IS EVER 1-1 APPLICABLE TO REAL PEOPLE.

#magical girl fashion #black rock shooter #dead master #black gold saw #chariot #strength #mato kuroi #yomi takanashi #kagari izuriha #saya irino #yu kotari

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narcissisticmf · 2 years

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cozy christmas | loki x fem!reader

description: y/n celebrates christmas at the avengers tower with loki and the avengers.

trigger warnings: fluff, mentions of anxiety, etc. read at your own risk.

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The tea kettle screeched, releasing smoke from it's spout, as you were stood before the stove with a green Christmas sweater over your chest and warm pajama pants upon your legs. Fluffy socks coated your feet, keeping your entire body at a warm temperature. The Avengers tower was quiet that morning, rather too quiet you took notice of.

White and rainbow colored lights lit up the tower, both on the inside and out. Tony had a large Christmas tree in the sitting room. The fireplace crackled as you took your fingers, wrapping them around the wooden cork-like handle of the tea kettle. You poured the hot water over your peppermint tea bag and let the warm aroma slither into your nostrils, warming your body. Goosebumps arose all over your arms as you felt the heat start at the tip of your nose and travel down to your toes.

"Morning, Y/N," Steve gave you a thin smile as he walked into the kitchen from around the corner.

"Good morning, Rogers," You grinned, a sweet genuinely happy grin. "Hey, who'd you get for Secret Santa?" You offered as you took a sip of your tea.

Steve rummaged through the cabinets to grab himself a mug. "If I told you, it wouldn't be a secret, now would it?" He gave you a sly grin as he prepared himself coffee.

"Ah, come on," You scoffed, pressing your bum against one of the seats at the table. Steve's back was to you as he continued making his drink. "I got Loki and I have no idea what to do for him," You released a quiet breath, hoping he wouldn't overhear your conversation, if he was even awake.

"Why don't you get him some hair gel?" Steve snickered, "To fix that mop of a hairstyle he has."

"It's Christmas, Cap. Don't be mean," You threatened, making him laugh. You stood up and made your way to the sitting room, with your tea in hand.

The tower was warm and you thanked your lucky stars it didn't feel cold. As much as you enjoyed the Christmas season, you didn't like being cold; it made you a bit on edge. Taking a seat on the couch, you made sure to be close enough to the fireplace. The tree nearly touched the high ceilings of the Avengers tower. You admired the way the lights reflected against your skin. Some of the ornaments were and others were store bought. It looked beautiful and you felt as though a weight was removed from your shoulders as you sat there, taking in the beauty of the decorations.

"Morning, honey," Natasha walked by the sitting room, with her pajamas on and a tired smile to her lips.

"Hey," You turned to look at her with a smile.

"Did you have breakfast yet?" She asked, her hands gripped the back of the leather couch you sat upon.

"No, why?" You questioned.

"Me and Wanda were talking about going out for breakfast yesterday, maybe do a little Christmas shopping too?" She offered with a hopeful smile.

You hummed in response and let your thumb graze up and down the handle of your mug. You still needed a gift for Loki and Christmas was barely a week away. "Okay, yeah, sure," You smiled after thinking it over.

Natasha nodded her head and gave you a grin before walking off to the kitchen, perhaps to prepare some coffee for herself. You glanced back down to your tea and examined the way the tea bag floated to the top. Your lips curved into a smile as you thought more about what to get for Loki.

Sat in a booth with Wanda and Natasha in a diner, you fiddled with your fork as you awaited for your food to arrive.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Wanda asked.

"Yeah, I'm good," You nodded softly, "I'm just overthinking the whole Secret Santa thing, I guess." You released a pathetic laugh.

"Steve mentioned you have Loki," Natasha gazed at you from across the booth.

"Yeah, I mean Loki's pretty particular about what he likes. I don't want to get him something he won't enjoy or ever use," You released in a single breath. "But I think I have something in mind."

"We'll go to some of the shops around here after we eat, yeah?" Natasha gave you a comforting gaze. "I'm sure he'll love anything you've gotten him."

You pulled your lips into a soft grin and sipped your tall glass of lemon water.

You settled on your gift for Loki; green and gold leather dagger holders and a belt along with it, so the holders could easily clip onto something. Embroidered on the side of the holders was Loki's name and an image of his horned helmet. You hadn't been completely sure if he'd enjoy such a gift, but you picked it with more meaning than any other gift you had for everyone else.

Placing it in a box, you sat upon the floor of your large bedroom and wrapped it with gold wrapping paper. Making sure every crease was perfect, you tapped down the folds and soon finished. With a proud smile, you tapped a green bow to the center of it.

"Y/N?" A knock was heard on your door as you stood up from the ground, gently resting the present on your bed.

You scurried across the room and cracked the door opened to peek your head out. "Loki.." You breathed out quietly, nervous due to his presence.

"Ehm, yes," He nodded with a cheeky grin. "I wanted to ask if you had any spare wrapping paper, seems as though everyone else is out and about today."

You nodded gently and smiled. "Sure, yes, I do. Just give me one second, okay?" You offered and he nodded, stepping back from the door as your closed it. You released a soft breath and reached for the gold wrapping paper on your floor, being finished with it, you decided it'd be best to let Loki use it.

Opening your door, you handed it to him with a flushed grin. "Here you go," You breathed out slowly.

"Thank you, my dear, I'll return it in an hour," Loki smiled, making your heart palpitate with incredible nervousness.

"Of course. Take your time," You nodded as he walked off down the hall to his room. You breathed out slowly and shut your door, unsure of why he made you so dearly nervous.

You decided to shake off the feeling and walked towards your desk, pulling the chair out so you could sit down. Gripping a pen from a cup you had, you wrote Loki a sweet letter with his gift.

Dear Loki,

Merry Christmas. I know Asgardians don't celebrate this holiday, but I'm really glad that you and Thor have gotten to celebrate with us. I hope you enjoy all the gifts you receive this year and that they're something you'll get to use all the time. Have a very happy holiday, Loki.

Sincerely, Y/N.

You sealed the letter in an envelope with a wax seal, keeping it as vintage looking as possible. It came to your attention that Loki enjoyed vintage things on Midgard. You tapped the letter to the wrapped box and placed it beneath the small Christmas tree you had in your room. Your heart was doing backflips and cartwheels, making it difficult for you to breathe as you'd become very anxious for Loki's reaction to your gift.

Dressed in a long sleeved green dress, you had your hair naturally resting against your shoulders and your makeup done as you always did it. You walked across the Avengers tower, making your way down the stairs to the party room with your present for Loki in your hands. Tony's Christmas eve party was your favorite, it was always so eventful and lively.

Gently nudging into someone on your way towards the stairs, you apologized immediately. "Oh I'm sorry," You released a nervous breath as you glanced up, relieved to see it was Sam. "Hey, Sammy," You offered him a soft smile.

"Hey, Y/N/N. Why do you look so on edge?" He questioned with a grin on his lips.

"This whole Secret Santa thing!" You whispered. "I got Loki and I'm nervous he won't like his gift!" You spoke frantically, making Sam chuckle at your exaggeration.

"Easy, Y/N," Sam rested his palms against your shoulders, "Just enjoy the party. The gifts are going under the tree. Loki'll love his gift, I'm sure."

You nodded softly, "Thanks, Sammy." You pulled away from him and continued down the steps, slipping your gift for Loki beneath the large, beautifully decorated tree. You released a soft breath and turned on your heels to see everyone you knew was laughing, talking and having several drinks.

"Hey, Y/N," Bucky's voice brought you to turn your head to the right, smiling as he walked towards you.

"Hello, James," You grinned.

"Bucky," He corrected.

"I know, I just like messing with you," You smiled, sweetly. He scoffed and rolled his eyes playfully, before leading you to the bar with his metal hand holding your wrist gently.

Seated beside the fireplace, you felt the heat caress against your round cheeks. Your fingertips grazed over the blanket that rested over your legs, feet dangling over the edge of the couch.

"Is this seat taken, darling?" Loki's voice broke the silence as you turned to look up at him. He worn was completely black suit as his long hair rested against his shoulders beautifully.

"Yes," You smirked playfully. Loki cocked a brow. "By you," You reached for his wrist and pulled him down to take a seat. He released a low chuckle and fixed himself against the cushion, scooting closer to you.

"Are you enjoying yourself this Christmas eve, my dear?" He asked warmly. The crackling fire sounded beautiful under his voice.

"I am, are you?" You asked sweetly, your voice like candy dripping from your lips.

"Very much," He nodded.

You smiled gently and ever so slowly moved closer to him. Your knees touched as you looked up to him, his light eyes found yours.

"Oh, I almost forgot," You released a breath and pulled back, tossing the blanket to the opposite side of you. You leaned over to reach for the golden wrapped gift beneath the tree, with Loki's name on it. "I'm your Secret Santa," You sat back down, close beside him and rested to gift in his lap. "I hope you like it," You whispered and draped the blanket across both yours and Loki's lower half.

"My dear.." Loki released a soft breath as he begun to undo the wrapping. When the box was left before him, unwrapped of the golden paper, he lifted the lid and placed it beside him. Peeling back the tissue paper inside, he smiled at what was inside for him. "Dagger holders?" He glanced to you and then back at the inside of the box. You nodded with a grin and watched as he pulled them out, examining them with great care.

His thumb ran over the material and stopped at the embroidery of his name and helmet. "Oh wow," Loki breathed out softly. "You had it customized for me, darling?" He looked at you, with dilated pupils.

You nodded slowly and caught Loki's eyes flicker down to your lips. The tension was obvious between the two of you.

"Uhm.." You gazed at his parted lips, "There's a card for you, too, somewhere." Loki smiled and pulled back, rummaging through the paper to find the envelope. Once he found it, he grazed his fingers over the wax seal with a smile. He opened the envelope and let his eyes read over the words handwritten by you. Smiling, Loki finished reading and glanded up to you.

"Thank you very much for this, Y/N," Loki whispered gently, the tone of his voice was filled with utter serenity. "I also have something for you, although I was not your Secret Santa, I had Stark," He chuckled gently. "I still have something for you." You smiled as he gently placed his gift of yours to the side and stood from the couch. You watched him rummage through the gifts beneath the tree.

Loki stood straight when he found the gift he had left there. It was a piece of paper, folded only once. You smiled as he walked his way over to you, sitting closer to you than before. You smiled and watched him unfold it.

"I wrote a poem for you," He whispered with nervousness under his tone.

"Read it to me," You rested your head against his shoulder, locking your arm with his.

Loki's body tensed up, but soon relaxed as he found your presence against him comforting. Clearing his throat, he parted his lips, beginning to recite his poem:

Butterflies, ladybugs and hummingbirds are creatures of a place called Midgard.

None of them compare to the physical beauty of which you possess.

You hold the same serenity they do,

the same gentleness,

the same flawlessness

and the same importance to this realm.

My dear mortal, you possess a beauty that cannot be compared to anyone or anything.

Your sweet generosities go unnoticed by some, I fear, but not at all by me.

Happy Christmas, my Midgardian.

Your lips curved into a smile that caused your cheeks to ache. You slowly peeled from Loki's side and gazed up to him, his eyes gazed down to you with the same nervousness you possessed before giving him his present.

"Did you like it?" Loki questioned as he continued holding it between his fingers.

You smiled and cupped his face, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs. He melted into your touch as you collided your lips into his. His eyes fluttered closed as did yours. The way your lips perfectly molded into his own was as if they'd been crafted by the gods themselves for just the two of you.

Slipping your tongue between his lips, the two of you playfully battled for a moment, before you gave up and let him win. He smiled into your mouth before you pulled back to catch a breath.

"I'll assume that you liked the poem then," Loki lifted his brows, fighting his growing smile.

You released a soft laugh and kissed him once again, gently sinking into his embrace as he wrapped his arms around your torso, yours draped around his shoulders.

"Merry Christmas, Loki," You muttered into his mouth, feeling his grip around you tighten.

a/n: happy holidays my beautiful babies!! i'm so excited for the holidays to really start coming around and i hope this drabble wasn't too crazy! i have trouble writing things like this, but i hope it was good and that you enjoyed it! happy holidays, lovelies! be safe and treat people with kindness. — angelina.

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reidgraygubler · 3 years

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multiply (kyle orfman/reader)

Title: multiply Request: no Couple: Kyle Orfman/Fem!reader Category: angst/smut w/ a taste of fluff Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (penetrive sex, unsafe sex, mild hatefuck, grinding/groping, heavy petting, light breathplay (hand over mouth and nose) breeding/impregnation kink, fingering), zombies and zombies eating humans, death, descriptions of death, death of a grandparent (grandmother), mentions of guns and gun violence (but none actually happening), petnames (kitten/officer) Word Count: 5,943 Summary: After narrowly escaping her grandmother eating her, Reader is on her own to find other civilization. She meets the Orfman family and they take her in for safety. Reader and Kyle share a special bond. A/N: I am in love with this piece, so I hope you guys love it as much as I do. thank you to @reidetic for beta/editing this for me! this was also written for @imagining-in-the-margins "there was only one bed" trope challenge for june! thank you all so much for the support! i really do appreciate it. check out my masterlist!

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My grandmother was alive… And then she was dead… And now she’s alive again. Which is very confusing because I watched her die. Like I can’t be the only person experiencing this, right? It’s not some weird fever dream either, I don’t think. This has to be a town wide phenomenon.

My grandmother was acting totally normal too. As if she didn’t die. She was living life day to day, making cookies, knitting, and sipping her tea, just like she did before she died. It was like life went back to normal. And then… She tried to eat me. That’s definitely not normal. Is it?

Who eats another person!? Zombies! That’s who! And how do you kill a zombie? I don’t really like that answer. Because I love my grandmother. She’d do nothing to hurt me, except eat me, I guess.

I gotta get out of this house. It’s not safe to stay in the house with her anymore, and it hasn’t been for a long time. So instead of killing her, like any other sane person would do, I just left. I packed my backpack with a few clothes, snacks and water, and I left.

Turns out it was a lot more than a town wide phenomenon. It was country wide. Everyone was experiencing their dead loved ones returning from the dead. Just showing up, like how my grandmother just showed up. It caused something of an uprise, too, considering people don’t just come back to life after being dead, and they’re eating other humans. It wasn’t an uprise. It was terror, pure terror of the people who didn’t die and come back to life.

I hadn’t left my house in a while, at least since my grandmother came back. So I didn’t realize just how dire the situation was. Piles of burnt stuff were all over the place. Cars with shattered windshields were crashed into trees or homes. And the number of bodies just on the street was… incredibly disturbing.

I needed to find any sign of civilization, and quickly. There was no telling just how long I’d make it alone. I probably only had enough water for the next day or two. And the only zombie movies I’ve seen were Shaun of the Dead and Zombieland, and that wasn’t very helpful… Well maybe Zombieland was helpful.

A long branch with a sharp and pointy end was sitting in the middle of the road. I grabbed it, hoping it’d be enough of a weapon to protect me from the disaster around me. I silently hoped, and prayed to whatever God was up there, that I’d find safety before nightfall.

I was beginning to lose hope as the sun started setting; the sky lighting up with the fires around the town. Several people wearing orange jumpsuits came running around the corner, each carrying various weapons in their hands and over their backs. I nearly fell to the ground because of how startled I was. I tried to pay attention to the crowd around me, but the pavement chewed up the palms of my hands.

A guy with a crew cut hairstyle seemingly looked in charge. Weird to have a gangly and scrawny man be in charge of a zombie take out group. He had this weird stature that he held, like he was trying to be intimidating but not everyone took him seriously.

The guy looked right at me and pointed a gun at my head. I slowly lifted my hands and stared at him.

“D-Don’t shoot! I’m human!” I shouted as I stared at him. He stared back, stepping closer to me. He dropped his gun away from me, but still kept his guard up.

“Human my ass!” The guy with the crewcut shouted. I looked at my hands, watching as blood began seeping from my palms. I quickly looked back at him, hoping he’d look at the human blood.

"Thoughts on smooth jazz?!" he asked in a loud tone. I stared up at him, feeling the terror bubble up my throat.

"I-I… Not my first choice in music?" I furrowed my eyebrows, as I wondered what this had to do with anything.

"Thoughts on dirt?!"

"Ew? Good for gardening? I don’t know!” I shouted back before I stumbled to my feet. The guy with the crew cut cautiously stepped closer to me as he examined my face and body. I’d assume it was because he was looking for any impurities I could possibly have. “I almost had to kill my grandmother. But… But I had to leave. I couldn’t do it. So I left. I left because she lunged at me… from across the table,” I mumbled as he stepped back. “I just need somewhere.. To lie low for the time being. I promise I’m safe.” I whispered as I looked at him. The guy looked back at the rest of his team, gauging their thoughts and concerns about letting me go with them.

“You can come with us. But the second you turn your back on us, or turn into them, don't be shocked when I’m the one to put a bullet into your head,” his voice got scary low as he stepped right up to me. I swallowed roughly and nodded.

“Understood,” I whispered as I looked up at him.

I was shoved into the middle of the crowd of orange jumpsuits. The guy with the crewcut took the lead and brought us to a house that was guarded by tall cement and steel fencing. The people who were currently occupying this home knew how to keep themselves safe.

We entered the fenced in yard of the house, the leader making sure everyone got in safely, and no undead beings followed us. Then we entered the house. I was half expecting it to be stripped down, or decayed. But when we got in… It looked like a normal home, just no power, and the windows boarded up.

“Oh! A new person!” A woman exclaimed once I stood in the area that was once a living room. She came right up to my side, looking at me with a bright smile. She was very happy that I was here. “Don’t worry! You’re safe now!” she cooed as she threw her arms around me. I froze, my body refusing to move as she embraced me.

“I-I…” I swallowed roughly as she pulled away from me. I barely had time to say anything else as she pulled us to sit on the couch.

“I’m Judy Orfman. Kyle is my son.” She smiled as she gestured towards the crew cut guy wearing the orange jumpsuit.

“Mom,” Kyle muttered as he pinched the bridge of his nose. I snickered as I looked back at Judy. I smiled softly as I gave her my name. It was weird how homey this place felt, albeit our situation in the world. Part of me wondered if Judy had any part in that.

“My husband, Noah, is out right now. And my other son, Zach, is with one of the women. She also had to kill her grandmother,” Judy whispered that last part. I looked at her with wide eyes, feeling a certain nervousness settle in the pit of my stomach. I could tell she meant well, and I shouldn’t be scared around anyone here. Everything that’s happened is just unsettling. When I woke up this morning I wasn’t expecting to have to escape zombies.

“Is it okay i-if I lie down? I’m just very tired after everything that’s happened.” I I looked between Judy and Kyle.

“Oh! Kyle, honey, you should let her sleep in your room. She obviously needs it,” Judy spoke to her son as she carefully smoothed out my hair. I looked at her with a small smile. I loved how motherly she was. It was definitely something I needed in a time like this.

“I’m not going to do that, Mom.”

“We don’t have any more bed space. You’re the only person with a bed big enough to hold two people. We aren’t going to force her to sleep on the floor or on the couch.”

“I-I don’t have an issue with the flo-”

“Non-sense! Kyle has plenty of space!” Judy clapped her hands together as she glared at Kyle. Kyle looked back at her with wide eyes before dropping his head and mumbling something. Even though Kyle was in charge of the orange jumpsuits, Judy was the head of household. Anyone could argue with her, but she would end up getting her way no matter what. Kyle probably knew better than to fight his mother.

“So it’s agreed then! You guys will share the room!” Judy smiled brightly. “Just no funny business.” She then glared between me and Kyle. I looked at her with wide eyes before shaking my head.

“Ugh! Ew! With him!”

“Her?! Are you serious?”

Even though I basically said what he said, I was still hurt by his utter disgust behind his words. I tried not letting it bother me as I grabbed my backpack and stood up.

“Why don’t you show her around? The bathroom, kitchen, bedroom.” Judy stood up beside me as she looked at her son. Kyle begrudgingly moved towards the opening of the living room, leading off to a new area.

“C’mon,” he grumbled as he looked over at me. I looked at Judy before looking back at Kyle. I dropped my head before dashing up beside him.

Every room he showed, I was met with a new person distraught by the events of the day. Kyle just showed me the room. I didn’t really know what I was expecting when he showed me around the house.

“Finally, this is where I sleep,” Kyle muttered as he gestured towards the closed off bedroom. A small smile grew on my lips as I entered the room, heading right towards the bed. Kyle, however, stopped me by grabbing my backpack and pulling me back to the door. “And just what do you think you’re doing?”

“Judy said I could sleep in here, too. So I figured I should take my side of the bed.” I looked up at him, folding my arms over my chest. A smirk grew across Kyle’s lips before he nodded. At this point we were standing toe-to-toe, and our chests were practically pressed together.

“You’re adorable,” he muttered before pulling my backpack off my back and tossing it to the left side of the bed. “If I find out you’re cuddling with me, you’re outta here. And if I see you going through my shit… You’re dead.”

“Sir, yes, sir.” I whispered before looking away from him. I walked away from him and towards the bed. Even though I wasn’t facing him, I could feel Kyle’s eyes on me as I went through my bag. “Are you just going to stand there and watch me? Or are you going to let me sleep peacefully?” I asked as I dropped my shoulders and the things I was holding.

“Until I know you won’t fuck around with stuff you’re not supposed to…” He spoke out loud. I rolled my eyes before turning to face him.

“Do you want me to just mess with your stuff while you’re here?” I asked as I walked back around to his side of the bed. Kyle’s eyes widened and his jaw steeled as I went to his night stand. “Or will you leave me alone so I can get some rest?”

“I’ll leave you alone the second you back away from that nightstand.” His words were quick and sharp as he spoke. A small smirk grew across my lips as I looked back at him. I stepped away from the night stand and stood in the middle of the room. “I’ll come back in an hour,” he muttered before leaving the room.

With a deep sigh, I returned to my side of the room, finally getting ready to lie down for the first time in what feels like days.

{***}{***}{***}

I don’t think time exists anymore. Ever since the world went to shit, it feels like days felt longer than 24 hours. So it was hard to say how long I’d been in this safe house. I wished time was still relevant...

I try not to let things bother me. But I feel like it’s especially hard in this house with all of these people I hardly know. It was even harder because I was still sharing a room with Kyle. And he is probably the worst person I’ve ever met. He talks in his sleep. But he wouldn’t own up to that. Noooo, he’s too good for that.

The first night I realized he was talking in his sleep wasn’t too bad, mostly because it was him talking about stuff that happened before before a stupid zombie apocolyspe. But now it’s just annoying shit. I never get a moment alone anymore.

For a moment of privacy, I sat in the closet. It was just for a moment before the doors swung open and a woman my age sat down beside me.

“Zach wants to go to a stupid graveyard today,” Erica muttered as she sat down. I looked over at her with a raised eyebrow. “He wants to visit Beth’s stupid grave.”

“Beth’s his ex-girlfriend, right?” I asked, still unsure of who people were here. She nodded as she began picking at the loose threads on her pants. “You shouldn’t speak ill of the dead, Erica.”

“Okay, but when the dead start trying to kill me, then I’m going to talk ill of the dead.”

“That’s fair, I suppose,” I muttered as I looked at the floor in front of us. “It’s still not really safe to do that… Little weird.” I glanced back at Erica with a raised brow. She looked back at me and grimaced. I had nothing else to say, granted conversations between us didn’t last too long. We had nothing in common other than our grandmothers tried eating us, therefore we had to kill them. So what was the use of us talking? I knew a friendship would never grow between us.

With a resigned sigh, I stood up, leaving Erica in the closet alone. I ignored her bothersome questions as I walked away from her. I didn’t want to be around her, or really anyone. So I went to the safest place I could think of, hoping no one else would be there, my shared bedroom with Kyle.

Of course, it’d just be my luck that Kyle would also be there. He was sitting at his desk, wearing nothing by his boxers while he cleaned his gun. I just didn’t realize that till I had fully entered the room.

“What the fuck!? What are you doing?! Don’t you knock!?” he shouted as I entered the room more. I turned and looked at him, my eyes wide as I stared at him. “S-Stop staring! Are you crazy!?”

“Me crazy!? You’re the one cleaning your gun half naked!” I shouted as I gestured at his attire. I quickly threw a hand over my eyes as I blindly searched for the bed.

“It's how I relax!” He shouted back. Once my body finally touched the bed, I laid back, quickly throwing a pillow over my face. “Can you leave?”

“How come you get to relax but I don’t? Roommates remember?” I sat up and glared at him. He glared back at me, keeping his hands on his gun.

“It’s so funny to me that you were going to be a police officer?” I scoffed as I laid back. That seemed to strike a chord in him, causing him to stand and look at him.

“What? I didn’t tell-”

“You talk in your sleep,

“No I don’t, Kitten,” Kyle retorted. I stared at him for a moment, trying to comprehend what he just called me. Kitten? Really? Seriously? “If anyone talks in their sleep, it’s you.” He pointed at me. I smirked and shrugged.

“If you say so… Officer.” I grinned before reaching up to shut the lamp off. Kyle stayed sitting in the darkness. I could only imagine his face was beet red, and his knuckles were white as a ghost as he held his gun.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” Kyle’s voice came through the mild darkness. I shrugged, even though he couldn’t see me.

“Taking a nap, Officer, because it’s how I relax.”

{***}{***}{***}

It had to have been the middle of the night. I couldn’t be too sure. I just knew it was late at night, and Kyle’s whole entire body was clinging to mine as he talked.

“Someone’s gotta repopulate the world… Why… Why don’t you do it with me?” Kyle mumbled into my chest. I stiffened as his hands drifted all over my body. “You’re like the only feasible person to do it with.”

“Okay, first off, rude,” I muttered as I shoved his body off mine. It was impossible to keep him off me though, because the moment his body was away from mine, he knew, and instantly wrapped his arms back around me ten times harder than before. “Secondly, haven’t you heard of personal space,” I groaned as I laid perfectly still on my back. I finally just gave in and let him keep his arms around me. No use in fighting that.

“C’mon, Kitten,” he mused as he nuzzled his head into my chest more. I widened my eyes and looked down at him. “We’d make some pretty cute kids.”

I hate this so fucking much. And there was no way I was getting out of this. I just wish this was when I knew the weird sex dreams started...

{***}{***}{***}

I laid perfectly still on the bed. The lights were off, and Kyle was perfectly asleep. I was envious of his sleep. The last time I had a peaceful night of rest was ages ago. The nightmares I had were awful, keeping me awake till dawn. But also, Kyle also talked in his sleep and always clung to me like his life depended on it.

I’d be lying if I said Kyle and I hadn’t gotten close. Even though part of me still hated him, the other part of me knew that he was probably the last person I had to be friends with, other than his mother and Erica.

With a deep groan, I shoved Kyle awake, nearly pushing him to the floor.

“What the hell was that for!?” he shouted from his spot on the ground beside the bed.

“You know when you talk in your sleep…” I spoke aloud. I kept my eyes on him as he glared at me.

“No I don’t,”

“You sure about that, Officer. How else would I know you wanted to be a cop?” I scoffed as I stood up off the bed. Kyle watched as I walked around the bed and stood at the foot of it.

“You… You read through my personal belongings.” He shot back as he stood to his feet.

“Y-You have a diary,” I stifled my laughter as I looked at him. Kyle glared at me again. “No, I only know that because you talk in your sleep. And at first it didn’t bother me too much because it was cute shit like being a police officer, or having a family and kids, and cute shit… But now… For the last week, Kyle, you have been having sex dreams. And I wake up to you clinging to me…” I lifted an accusing finger as I spoke. Kyle looked at me, waiting for me to continue my rant. Which was rather surprising because he hardly lets people finish their thoughts or rants before he interprets them. “Do you know how weird that is?! Having sex dreams about someone who’s just sleeping next to you?” I stared at him for a moment, trying to understand if he was going to say anything. “Whatever, I’m going to help Judy.” I scoffed before turning to leave the room.

“With what? It’s midnight!” He gestured to the dark window. Yeah, that was true. Judy was probably asleep. I just needed to get out of the room and let my frustrations be out instead of held in.

“With something!” I shouted at him.

“Kitten, wait,” Kyle started before grabbing my wrist and pulling me to face him. I spun around on my toes and looked right at him. I couldn’t help but feel annoyance grow on my face as I stared.

“Why do you call me that!?” I shouted at him. Kyle stayed silent as he stared up at me. I could see a certain confusion grow on his face as he tried to connect the dots to my question. “Kitten! Why do you call me that?! You’ve called me that since I got here.”

“Well… I…” Kyle paused for a moment. I watched as his mouth opened and closed a few times, and his jaw clenching momentarily. I stared at him, as he sat in thought for a very long time.

“Whatever,” I scoffed as I turned to leave again.

“Because you’re attractive…” He finally spoke after an eternity of silence. He looked up at me with a stilled face. “Because I’d fuck you,” he stated truthfully. I blinked, taking a step back before I stared at him.

“That’s a bit of a raunchy way to say you want to sleep with me.” I folded my arms over my chest. Kyle smirked before shrugging. “I’ve been sleeping with you for the last month.”

“You-You know what I meant,” he muttered as he approached me again. I stopped right in front of me, our toes just barely touching. “Well, do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Want to have sex with me?”

“You… You want to have sex… During the end of the world. Bit cliche don’t you think?” I was still taken aback that he just asked that. I’m still stuck in the argument we had less than 10 minutes ago. And now he wants to have sex with me?

“Well I wouldn’t say that it’s the end of the world. But that’s essentially what I’m saying… Yeah, I wanna have sex with you, during the end of the world.” Kyle shrugged as he looked at me.

“If you say so… Officer,” I whispered with a shrug. Kyle looked at me, his jaw stealing at my words. “Someone’s gotta repopulate the world.” I smirked at him. I could tell my words did something to him. It was obvious that he did indeed want someone to repopulate with. And I was the winner of that contest. Not that I’m complaining.

“Don’t… Don’t call me that,” he warned as he cornered me between his body and the bed. I took a deep breath as I looked at him, feeling my heart rate pick up in my chest. He still made it possible for me to escape if I wanted to. But, at this point, who says I wanted to escape?

“Why? D-Does it do something to you, Officer?” I whispered as I lifted my hands to his shirt. A small smirk grew across his lips as I smoothed out the wrinkleiness of the fabric against his torso. I could feel the semi toneness of his chest through the light fabric.

“You tell me yourself, Kitten,” he muttered before pressing his hips into mine. My breath was instantly knocked from my lungs as his bulge pressed into my legs. “Tell me now… If you want to stop…” he half growled into my mouth. I quickly shook my head as he pressed his groin into me more.

“P-Please,” I whispered before I pulled my lips between my teeth.

“Please what, Kitten?”

“Don’t stop,” I whimpered into his mouth. He looked down at me, a pleased smirk growing on his lips before he quickly pressed his mouth along my face and then down my jaw. It was impossible to stay down on earth the moment he began leaving little bites across my neck. A soft whimper fell from my lips as he pushed me back down on the bed.

“We gotta be quiet… My parents are in the next room over. Don’t want them hearing us,” he whispered into my ear as he quickly threw a hand over my mouth. I took a deep breath before he pressed his thumb over my nose. “You think you can do that for me, Kitten?” He kept his voice low, almost a growl as he spoke. With his other hand, he carefully pushed past my pajamas and cupped my pussy.

I wanted to nod, but I knew the nod would mean nothing the second I whimpered again. Kyle smirked as he slowly moved his fingers over my clothed sex. I don’t think I’d be able to be quiet...

It just got harder to stay quiet the second he started stroking my clit over my panties. He knew exactly what he was doing. Driving me nuts, that’s what. He could’ve gone slower, and I would’ve hated him for it… Or loved him. At this point they were both interchangeable.

I bit down so hard on my lips I was sure they’d bleed as he moved my underwear to the side. My lungs slowly grew a blaze, feeling a certain tightness in my chest as he slowly moved a finger between my folds, slowly pressing it into my entrance. A dark smirk grew across his lips as he withdrew his hand.

“I didn’t know a kitten could get so wet,” Kyle mused as looked at his glistening fingers. He quickly glanced at me, his smirk growing daker by the second. Then he carefully stuck his fingers between his lips, sucking on them for a brief moment. A soft whimper came from me, causing him to laugh. “She tastes good, too,” he hummed.

Kyle carefully dragged his hand down my side, tracing over my waist and hips, before diving back into my pants and underwear. He knew exactly what he was doing, on purposely making me make noises. Because the second he started stroking over my clit, I couldn’t stop any sound that came from my mouth, even with his hand over it.

“This is already better than any dream I had, Kitten,” he murmured in my ear. I swallowed roughly and nodded. He smirked as he gently pushed a finger into me, quickly followed by a second. “If you’re quiet I’ll move my hand.”

I hummed as I closed my eyes, my head lolling to the side. Kyle dragged his hand from my mouth, sliding it down to my chest. My lips stayed between my teeth, forcing myself to be quiet as he started massaging my breasts.

“D-Don’t stop, whatever you do… Please k-keep going,” I struggled to say as his movements hastened. His thumb carefully brushed against my clit, causing me to push my head back into the bed beneath me.

“You like this, don’t you?” Kyle laughed lightly. I could feel my chest lifting away from the bed the heavier my breath grew. “How long has it been since you’ve been touched like this? Since you’ve been used?”

“Kyle, Kyle, please,” I bit down on my lower lip. I brought one of my hands to rest over my mouth, while the other held his arm.

“I’d call you a desperate, but I’m the one having sex dreams of you.”

The funny thing is… I was desperate. Even though he was the one having the sex dreams, I was the one having the thoughts when I was awake. And a lot of the thoughts were hoping this would happen. Guess we’re bothing having dreams coming true.

It was only a matter of moments before I was finishing over his hand. My eyes stayed closed as I tried catching up with time. And in the few moments I had, Kyle had climbed off the bed and quickly undressed, leaving me still in my pajamas. I didn’t feel rushed, but I hated that I was still wearing clothes.

Once I had my moment of recollection, I sat up, peeling my shirt off and kicking my pants to the floor. I was too busy undressing to even notice that Kyle was staring at me, watching my quickness and excitement. But when I finally did sit back and look at him, he was watching me with a smirk on his lips.

I tried not to let my eyes linger on his body for too long. When I noticed his hard length, I couldn’t help but stare. Then he laughed, forcing me to look up at his face and swallow roughly.

“No, please, keep staring,” he muttered with a smirk. I slowly blinked before shaking my head, silently lifting my hand to him. I could feel my sudden neediness radiating off my body, surely Kyle could sense it from where he was standing.

When he didn’t move, I slowly moved my legs apart, making it so there was space for him to kneel comfortably. He smirked again before crawling onto the bed, coming right up to my face.

“Tell me, Kitten, how badly do you want this,” he whispered against my lips. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before nodding. “Use your words. I trust you know how. You were pretty vocal a few moments ago.”

“I don’t think you understand, Officer, how bad I need you,” I murmured as I looked up at him. The corner of his lips twitched at the nickname I had so lovingly given him. “Only you can help me.”

“Damn right I am,” he muttered before roughly pressing his lips to mine. I threw my arms around his neck as he moved so his length was pressing against me. My breathing stuttered slightly before I began gasping for air as he very slowly entered me.

Once he was fully sheathed in me, Kyle knelt straight up. I stared at him, watching as he hooked his arms under my knees. With that, he managed to press deeper into me, inciting a moan from me.

“More,” I tried to whisper as I looked up at him. His eyes locked with mine for a moment before rolling his hips into mine. He fell into a steady rhythm, hitting the right spots at just the right times.

Any conversation between us ceased to exist, leaving us with struggling moans and gasps for breath. My hands ran over my body, trying to relieve myself of something.

Kyle dropped one of my legs, bringing his hand to between my legs. My head fell back before rolling to rest against my shoulder, feeling the eventual relief in my abdomen.

“You feel so good, Kitten,” Kyle mumbled before dropping my other leg and coming back down to my face. I huffed out a breath of air before lifting a hand to his head. “Better than anything I could ever imagine,” he added before pressing his lips to mine. I hummed, pushing my fingers through his hair.

“I’m gon-gonna cum,” I whined before biting my teeth into his shoulder. Kyle ran his hands up my back before pulling me close.

“Yeah?” he groaned into my ear. I nodded as my breathing grew ragged. “Me too,” he added as his movements grew faulty. He pressed his forehead to mine, his heavy breath fanning across my skin. My eyes stayed glued to his.

“Do it, please do it,” I whimpered. Kyle’s eyes grew darker the moment the heaviness of my words hit him. I don’t think I was supposed to notice his brief pause, but I did. “I’m serious.”

“You know what-”

“God, Kyle, I know. I know what it’ll mean,” I cut him off, lifting my back up into his body. He looked at me for a brief moment before capturing my lips in a gentle kiss. I threw my arms around his neck, holding him close to me.

“If that’s what you want,” he moaned, his movements turning sloppy. I knew I wasn’t about to last long. “Someone’s gotta have my kid.”

“Let it be me then,” I cried out. My legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him in place. “Please.” My whole body tensed around his as my head fell back as I tried to keep quiet. Kyle looked down at me before putting his hand over my mouth. Then a warmth- that I didn’t realize that I missed- grew in my stomach.

Kyle fell, laying against my body. With that, we fell into silence. The only sound was our heavy breathing and the sounds of crickets outside. The silence was nice though.

“My mother better not find out about this,” Kyle said after an eternity. I laughed and shook my head.

“Then you better hope I don’t end up pregnant, because she’ll find out eventually,” I sighed deeply as I brought my hands to hold the back of his head. His body stiffened before he lifted his head to look down at me.

“I’ll tell her in the morning.”

“Well you don’t have to do that,” I laughed. He stared at me for a moment. “You tell her she’ll probably break us apart. And, well, like I said earlier… Someone’s gotta repopulate the world.”

“No, yeah, you’re right. She’d probably kill me if she found out we’re having sex,” he stated before trying to move away from me. “Actually I think she’d kill me then pray I come back to life for that kid.”

“I’m not living through someone trying to eat me twice.”

“I can change that,” he teased with a smile. I stared at him once I realized what he meant.

“Tomorrow night please. I’m so tired.”

“If you say so,” Kyle laughed before slipping out of the bed.

Some months after the apocalypse ended

“You look mighty dashing in that uniform, Officer.” I looked at Kyle as I smoothed out the few wrinkles in his shirt. I tried my hardest to hold the young boy in my arms the moment he became fussy.

“Don’t start that now. I can’t be late,” Kyle warned as he looked back at me. I smiled and shrugged.

I looked up at Kyle with a soft smile on my lips. Although our son was young, he tried to blindly reach out for his father, but failed as he was just out of the child’s reach. “Be safe out there,” I whispered before pressing my lips to his.

“Of course I will.”

“Good, because your little man will be pissed if he finds out you’re not coming home.” I smiled before kissing him again. “But I think I’ll be even more pissed than your kid.”

“Please. I’ll come home in one piece, with no bites.”

“You better, Officer.” I smirked again.

“Well since you asked so nicely,” Kyle scoffed before rolling his eyes. I smiled and nodded.

“Good luck out there. Judy’s making dinner so be home in a timely manner.”

“Okay, for real, I gotta go. See you later, Little Man.” Kyle smiled as he rubbed the top of his son’s head. I smiled before puckering my lips. “And I’ll be home before you know it.” He quickly pecked my lips. “Love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, love you too. See ya later.” I swung our son over to my other hip, resting him gently on my hip. I turned around and slowly walked back up to our home.

“It’s not too soon for another one, is it?!” He shouted from the end of the driveway. I turned and looked at him as I made it to the front door.

“If anything, we can practice!”

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born-to-lose · 4 years

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Pairing: Duff McKagan x fem!reader

Requested by anon

Summary: You call Steven to talk about your love for Duff. Or at least you think you're calling Steven...

Tags: fluff, drinking, implied smut, Modern AU (kinda, smartphones are a thing)

Words: 1,569

A/N: I'd like to thank the anon who requested this a lot for legitimately letting me talk about my love for this man here. (gif made by me)

Tag list: @slashscowboyboots @warriorteam1924 @losers-yurio @whered0wego

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When you were drunk, you didn't get aggressive or crazy like most of your friends. You were more the honest and embarrassing kind. You'd always elaborate on things you would never even mention if you were sober. At times it got pretty interesting for others, but they usually never brought it up afterwards as they didn't want you to feel uncomfortable hearing what you had said under the influence of alcohol.

A popular topic was your crush when you had one. It was only natural that you had to call Steven to gush about Duff, the man you'd been in love with for a couple of months, but you both knew this wasn't an innocent temporary crush anymore. There was plenty to talk about since you'd been on the set of the band's new music video and the bassist had somehow managed to make you fall in love with him even more than you'd already been. It had seemed impossible, but like so many times, he proved you wrong.

You picked up your phone and scrolled through the contact list until you reached 'Blondie' and clicked on the phone symbol.

"Hey Steven!" you slurred into the speaker as soon as the dial tone stopped.

"Um (y/n)-"

You didn't pay attention to what he was saying and if you were interrupting him in whatever he was doing, instead you just started talking. He should be used to it now. Besides, it was urgent.

"I'm really fucking in love with Duff," you stated firmly. "I know I say this all the time, but have you ever noticed how beautiful he is? He's cute and hot at the same time! How does he do that? One minute I want to cuddle him and watch movies while feeding each other popcorn and the other I want to climb him like a tree - which he kind of is - and do things to him that would disappoint my parents. Also, him humping his bass on stage makes me weak. I've never wanted to be a fucking bass guitar so bad in my entire life. And that cowboy hat! You know what they say… Save a horse, ride a cowboy. And why does he have to wear those skimpy shorts? Not to be a slut, but he can choke me with those thighs. Needless to say, his long neck is perfect for giving him hickeys… And why are even his arms pretty? They look so soft, I wanna hug his biceps until I fall asleep. I'm convinced this man can never look ugly, even if he tried. It's not in his power. Don't you ever take me to another one of your photo shoots, I can't handle the way he poses for the camera with a cigarette dangling from his lips and those bedroom eyes…."

Your mind wandered to Duff sitting on the hotel bed with that white jacket that just looked perfect on him the previous day. It was different compared to his rather casual and punk style, but it suited him.

"And that outfit he was wearing for the video shoot yesterday… I think that will be the blazer I want him to wear at our wedding. Seriously, do you even know how hard it is to stop myself from screaming 'wife me up, Duffles!' every time I see him?"

You jumped up from the armchair you were lounging in and walked into your tiny bathroom, looking into the mirror. "You know what? His lips would fit perfectly on mine." You puckered your lips, imagining what it would feel like to kiss him. He was probably a great kisser.

"Anyways," you sighed and returned to your bedroom. "His hair. His goddamn hair, I love it so much. I really wanna run my fingers through it and play with it while I lay in bed beside him or braid it and create stupid hairstyles just to make him laugh."

God, how many times you'd daydreamed about random domestic situations with Duff… You were pretty sure if you looked up the term 'boyfriend material' in a dictionary, there would be a picture of him right next to it.

"He's got that reputation as the cool guy and he really is, but he's actually so caring and sweet and smart and kind," you almost whined. It wasn't normal how much you loved this man.

Suddenly, you remembered the 'paint my house' joke he told at every party and while everybody who had heard it before was immediately annoyed as soon as he started, you genuinely laughed every time. You shared the same humour and that was probably what had gotten you so close in the first place.

"I know you guys don't think he's that funny, but to me every dumb joke he tells is hilarious and he never fails to make me smile, even when I don't feel like it at all." You wiped a tear away, which you didn't even know was falling. You just tended to get emotional in these situations, even more so when you were drunk.

"He may not be perfect, but despite his flaws, he's an amazing man and I'm so happy to know him," you continued.

As you closed your eyes, you thought of when you and the boys had gone to a club and while the others had been somewhere else doing God knows what, you and Duff had tipsily swayed to the rather heavy music, which hadn't really invited you to slow dance. After a while, your faces had gotten really close and he'd looked down at you with an expression that made it pretty clear he'd wanted to kiss you. Just then, Slash had walked in and the rest of the evening, you'd acted like nothing had happened, but it still left you thinking about it every now and then.

"And I've got to tell you, Stevie… last week, we got closer when we danced and I could have sworn he was about to kiss me, but fucking Slash interrupted us. That was when I was really sure I was in love with him."

There was a pause, so you figured Steven was too tired to respond or had already fallen asleep. "Okay, goodnight Stevie," you said before hanging up.

The next day, you went to the café where the boys had asked you to have breakfast with them. You sometimes did that when your schedules allowed it, although it was always more of a brunch as the earliest you met up was around 11am. Stepping inside, you heard them chatting in a low voice. As they saw you, they suddenly stopped and you walked over to them.

Duff was grinning like an idiot and it only seemed to get wider with every step closer. By the time you reached their table, the grin had turned into a cheeky smirk and he leaned back, stretching out his arm across the backrest before you sat down next to him. "That phone call last night was… informative."

You tilted your head and frowned as you tried to remember the last time you'd called him. It had been four days ago, what was he talking about? You only called Steven last night… Oh. Shit. You pulled your phone out of your bag and looked at your latest calls and there it was. The person whose number you'd saved under the name 'Blondie' was, in fact, not Steven. It was Duff. You only now realized it as a photo of him sticking his tongue out showed up as a profile picture.

Shock written all over your face, you looked back up at the blonde, whose eyes never left you while you stared at the display, figuring out what you had done last night.

You knew it wasn't always a good thing that you were brutally honest when you were drunk, but gushing about your crush with said guy being on the phone was something even you had never managed to do up until now. Congratulations. It was incredibly embarrassing and you hated yourself for not having waited for him to respond when you'd called him to see if it was even the right person you were talking to, but you hated him equally as much for bringing it up in front of your friends.

"Oh my God, shit, I didn't-" you stammered, trying to come up with an excuse, but your mind went blank.

What even was there to twist about what you had said? Sure, you'd been drunk, but especially then you said nothing but the truth and Duff knew that. He'd gone barhopping with you far too many times to believe you didn't mean anything you said. And you really had meant every single word.

"I must say I'm really fucking in love with you too," he chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

You blinked in confusion. Was he joking? If he was, it wasn't funny. "Wait, you what? You do?"

He laughed. "Yeah, I do! By the way, you were right about me wanting to kiss you last week."

"Wow, um, okay." You didn't know what to say. He'd already heard everything he needed to know last night on the phone.

Duff dropped his arm and snaked it around your middle, pulling you into his side. "Wanna see how perfectly my lips fit on yours?" he whispered and you smiled, turning your face to kiss him.

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niawritess · 3 years

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The Lovestruck~Chapter 9

(3 December)

9:33 am

Baekhyun was on his way to music room with his friends as their class just ended before Sehun spotted a familiar figure around the library area.

"Hyung! Your girl." Sehun exclaimed getting his Hyung's attention as they followed their gaze to see you with Ria before a male stood beside you making Baekhyun frown.

"Oh? Sehun-ah! Isn't he that guy we saw at the Amusement Park with her?" Yixing jolted in surprise and Baekhyun looked at the guy who was beside you with curiosity.

"Huh! What is this? She already has a boyfriend?" Jongin asked surprised, looking at your direction before shifting his eyes to Baekhyun who's eyes were on you.

"How are you so sure?" Junmyeon spoke staring at the maknae with question look.

Sehun smiled sheepishly. "My gut feeling."

The latter groaned rolling his eyes before looking at Baekhyun who was in a daze whilst eyes on you.

"Baekhyun-ah."

He snapped out and looked at the voice who called him with raised brows as Chanyeol was looking at him concerned.

"He won't be." He assured him and Baekhyun looked at him perplexed. "He won't be what?"

"Her boyfriend." Jongin spoke pointing his chin towards you who was going in the building.

He sighed. "What are you guys thinking? Let's go."

They stared at him as he walked ahead before following him while baekhyun tried not to think about it however, he couldn't as his mind kept wandering there.

Meanwhile, Ria and you were at the theatre with other classmates, sitting in the audience while reading the scripts and looked at your drama's leads which were chosen by your professor.

"I still can't believe, Lauren is the female lead." Ria groaned flipping the script pages furiously and you had to took it from her hands before she could tear it.

"She must have had some acting skills, that's why she was chosen or you know that Mrs. Kang won't just choose anyone." You puffed out your cheeks while giving the scripts to a classmate before you saw Mark making his way towards you both.

"Hey." He smiled taking a seat beside Ria and you both smiled back.

You three faced the stage as the play's rehearsal started as Lauren and Rowoon were the leads, they were doing really well while you three in the audience were playing your part as an audience.

Back in the music room, where Baekhyun's mind was stuck on you which was now driving him crazy before he got a message and checked it to see it was from his friends group.

Sehuniee: okay breaking news.

Kyungsoo: Now what did you do?

Junmyeon: what did you do?

Chanyeol: what did you do hyung!

Minseok: Stop it!

Jongdae: Sehun-ah say it.

Baekhyun: What's happening now!

Jongin: Maknae spill it.

Sehun: patience babies!

Lay: No patience!

Sehun: Guess what is it about?

Kyungsoo: Stop with this patience thing or i'm blocking you.

Sehun: a little guess.

Chanyeol: another match?

Sehun: - _- you can't think of anything other than game right?

Baekhyun: Yah say it now!

Jongin: Is about hyung's girl?

Lay: really?

Minseok: really?

Jongdae: really?

Baekhyun: Don't you have any other topic to talk about? Why are you always mentioning her? And she's not jongin!

Junmyeon: calm the heck down will you?

Sehun: okay so here the the thing! Hyung's girl doesn't have a boyfriend!

Chanyeol: how do you know that?

Sehun: i have my ways!

Junmyeon: your gut feeling was wrong then.

Sehun: first and last time.

Jongin: then baekhyun hyung has a chance now! Oohoo!

Baekhyun: Shut up!

Baekhyun shut his phone down as a sudden relief and happiness rushed inside him with a smile on his lips before he looked ahead to see his friends staring at him with a amused grin which he forgot about them being in the same room and groaned as they began to tease him making him face-palm.

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8:48 pm

You looked at yourself in the mirror as you fixed your updo hairstyle and eyed your yourself up to down, wearing a jeans with white shirt tucked in and light pink fleece line corduroy jacket over.

Yesterday, Rose had asked you to go to a new theme Park opening with her where her friend was a staff member who invited her. As Rose didn't wanted to go alone, she asked you and you agreed since you weren't busy.

You reached the Park before looking at the address which Rose sent you a while ago. Standing at the side of the entrance gate, you waited for them to arrive while looking inside the place which was brightened by the lights beautifully.

"You're already here." You jumped, hearing the voice behind you and turned around to see Baekhyun grinning at you.

"Oh yeah, just got here." You smiled before looking behind him. "Rose isn't here yet?"

"Right, why isn't she here yet? Wait, let me call her." He shoved his hands into his jeans pocket to grab his phone before calling her while you nodded before wandering your eyes around to notice that people's eyes were on your direction as they were going inside.

You frowned and observed it coherently to realize that the eyes were on Baekhyun and half of them were girls. You glanced at him talking on the phone and then noticed his dressing as he was wearing blue jeans paired up with white shirt and black leather jacket while his black hair reaching up to his eyes which he flipped back smoothly.

You looked away, mentally smacking your head for staring too much before you scooted away little from him, not wanting to be stared at and Baekhyun frowned noticing your sudden act as he shoved his phone back in his pocket.

"What's wrong?"

"Uh? Nothing. What did Rose say? When will she arrive?"

"Um..the thing is." He trailed off and you looked at him confused. "Rose said something came up and she can't make it."

"What happened? Is she okay?" You questioned, concern flowing through your face and Baekhyun immediately nodded seeing your worried face.

"She is alright, her mother's got a fever so she has to stay with her." He told and you nodded sighing in relief.

"Then what should we do now?" You asked looking up at him innocently as the one who suggested the idea isn't coming.

He pondered for a moment staring inside before glancing back at you. "Well, since we're already here, why not take a tour inside?"

You pursed your lips while thinking about his suggestion before glancing back at him and nodded smilingly before you both headed inside.

You both walked inside and you were amazed to see the lightning inside which brightened the whole Park before your amazement was replaced with uneasiness as you saw how crowded it was.

"Let's go." You snapped out as you heard his voice and nodded while walking ahead beside him.

You were strolling carefully not to bump into anyone before a man's shoulder almost collided with yours but Baekhyun wrapped his arm around your shoulder preventing it as he pulled you a little closer to him and you got startled but then felt relieved.

Baekhyun tried his best to get out of the crowd as he sensed your uneasiness while his arm still on your shoulder protecting you and you felt secured until you both reached at the garden area.

He slowly pulled his arm back and rubbed the back of his neck before an awkward silence followed before he cleared his throat to break the ice.

"Why didn't you tell me that you're uncomfortable with crowds?" He asked concerned. "We could've gone back."

You shook your head. "How can we just go without even checking it out and I didn't know, Rose's friend would request the whole city to come."

He laughed at your joke and you smiled as the mood got lighten before you eyed the area which seemed beautiful while Baekhyun's eyes stopped to stare at you.

He observed you, head to toe now noticing your dressing which made you look cute before his eyes stopped at your smiling face as you were imersed gazing, your innocent eyes sparkling making his heart beat fast suddenly whilst his lips forming a smile.

"Look at that!" You exclaimed, snapping the latter out of his trance before he followed your gaze to see a bunch of people screaming in the roller coaster ride.

"That looks so scary." He commented blinking and you nodded agreeing with him still eyes on the roller coaster.

You both looked at eachother and laughed before strolling around the Park while checking out various things then commenting on them and sharing your opinions about it which were almost similar.

A loud cheers got your attention as you stopped and saw that a magic show was happening and watched with interest while Baekhyun noticed your excited expression the whole time as he stood there with his hands shoved in his pocket.

In that moment, a magician did a trick and a red flower popped out in his empty hands causing your mouth open in amazement and Baekhyun chuckled at your reaction before that magician made his way towards the crowd.

He looked around and his eyes stopped at you as he walked towards you with a smile and you had to admit that he was good looking.

As he stopped infront you, he held out the flower to you and you smiled taking it muttering a thank you before he walked back giving a smile then you stared at the flower checking if it's real, while there was someone who didn't liked the scene happening infront of him and he let out a low scoff but it got unheard by you.

You both walked back to the garden area where there weren't any people and stood under the large tree before sitting on the bench.

"Why are staring it like it's your first time receiving a flower?" Baekhyun asked feeling a little annoyed as you kept gazing at the flower.

You nodded before glancing at him. "Because, it is my first time receiving a flower."

His forehead creased in surprise. "Seriously? I mean you've never received a flower before?"

You frowned. "That sounded a little rude but yeah it's true."

"How come?"

"I don't know, maybe I look too reserved for that but I did received a flower when I was young and it was a prank." You made a face recalling that scene.

"Prank? Who pranked you?"

"My classmate. He gave me a flower but just as I was about to take it, he spit out water on my face."

Baekhyun started laughing and you couldn't help but laugh too before you narrowed your eyes at him playfully.

"But why did he do it?" He asked between his laughter.

"Because I broke his nose." You giggled and he laughed more and you couldn't help but stare at his laughing face which automatically made you smile.

You snapped out as you felt a tap on your lap causing you look at the person who turned out to be a cute little girl smiling adorably at you.

Baekhyun and you smiled at her before she pointed at the flower which you were holding to give it to her and you almost cooed at how cutely was she asking and you immediately gave it to her.

She giggled cutely before pecking your cheek and ran back to her parents while Baekhyun watched the scene smiling.

"Receiving flowers must be not my thing." You giggled at your own remark and looked at Baekhyun who was in a daze.

"I'm still surprised at how a pretty girl like you hasn't received a flower before." He muttered but it was loud enough for you to hear it as you blinked on his comment before feeling heat rushing to your face.

He snapped his head towards you realizing it and you both locked eyes for few seconds before he cleared his throat and stood up.

He licked his lips before looking at you. "Uh.. Do you want some ice-cream?"

You nodded. "Sure."

"Which flavor?"

"Vanilla."

"Okay, then stay here. I'll be right back." He walked away disappearing in the crowd and you let out a big exhale feeling your heart still beating fast and cheeks hot.

You got pretty surprised as it was the first time a guy called you pretty since you've always heard it from your bestfriend and your parents. You never had a guy friend before who would call you that but that guy called you pretty and not just a guy but Baekhyun himself which you never imagined.

Soon, Baekhyun came back with two cups of ice-creams in his hands but got confused as he didn't see you there. He looked around here and there before his eyes went up to see you sitting on the tree branch which got him more confuse.

"Are you having a conversation with monkeys over there?"

You immediately looked down to see him and relief rushed inside you but soon it turned into a frown as you noticed him holding back his laugh.

"Yes, they are saying hi to you." You replied sarcastically and he laughed out loud making you roll your before it turned into a frown causing him to stop.

"What are you doing there?"

"That kid over there." You pointed at the kid who was playing with the ball walking away and Baekhyun followed your gaze before looking back at you.

"His ball got stuck here and he was crying badly and asked me to get it. I told him, i'll get him new one but he didn't agreed and cried more then i had no choice. I got the ball but when i tried to climb down it was too deep and now i'm scared to jump." You hold the branch tightly making a frightening face.

My God, This is so embarrassing! Should I just live here with monkeys?

Baekhyun sighed and placed the ice-cream on bench at the side before standing under the tree where you were sitting.

He spreaded his arms wide. "Come on."

Your brows knitted in confusion. "What?"

"Jump, and I'll catch you."

"What are you saying? No way!"

"Then what? You wanna spend your whole life sitting there?" He joked and you gave him a look.

"No. What if I hurt you?"

"Don't worry. I won't ask you to pay my medical bills, okay?"

"Seriously?"

He chuckled. "Seriously. You're coffee bean sized. How can you hurt me?"

"It's not funny. Can't you just go and find some stool or something," You stopped your babbling as you saw his face and realized you were literally ordering him. "Please?"

Baekhyun couldn't help but smile finding you cute at this situation before he let out a sigh. "Look around y/n, do you think I could get a stool here?"

"Look at me, Y/n." He said softly and you looked at him. "I won't let you get hurt, hm?"

"Trust me." He whispered enough for you to hear it and you don't know why but you just believed him and stared in his eyes which made you immediately nod in response.

He smiled and you both counted to three before your eyes squeezed shut while letting yourself fall.

You felt his both arms circled around your waist and yours around his neck tightly while his face almost in the crook of your neck, sending chills down your spine as you felt his breath on your neck.

"You're safe." He whispered and you felt something ticklish in your stomach again and opened your eyes slowly before leaning away only to be inches away from his face which made both of your heart beat fast.

You both realized your position and Baekhyun immediately let you down gently before you both looked away awkwardly feeling suddenly warm in winter season.

"Uh.. Ice-cream?" You broke the silence and he looked at you before pointing at the ice-cream placed on the bench and he took his while handing you yours.

You both sat beside eachother in distance before you shoved a spoon of ice-cream which immediately melted in your mouth satisfying you with the delicious taste.

"So, what are you studying?" He asked before shoving a spoon into his mouth and you giggled causing him look at you in confusion.

"Why?"

"No, it's just you asked out of the blue."

He hummed. "I just thought that I don't really know much about you."

You nodded. "Well, there's not much to know about me as I'm just a simple girl with a nice family and friends and studying literature."

"What about dreams? You don't have any dreams?"

"Not sure, I never really thought about it. What about you? Do you have any dream?"

He sighed. "I don't know if counts as a dream but I really want to make a game. A game where people can enjoy themselves and feel alive by forgetting their problems a little bit."

You stared at him in admiration for his words and sensing your stare he glanced at you and chuckled. "You must be thinking it's childish, right?"

You shook your head. "No, it's your dream, if it makes you happy and alive then it's meaningful, plus who am I to judge you?"

He got taken aback by your answer as he didn't expected that but then again you always surprise him.

"Honestly, at first I always wondered what is it in games? like why people like it so much? But when I saw Daniel playing it, he seemed really happy and maybe it's the same with you."

You glanced at him to see his reaction but found him staring at you intently which made you flustered and you laughed nervously.

"I said too much, didn't I? I'm usually a quiet person."

He snickered. "You're a quiet person? You don't really look quiet type to me."

"What do you mean?" You whined a little. "I am a quiet person but I talk a lot when I'm comfortable with someone."

"You're comfortable with me?" His eyes look at you expectantly and you nodded causing him smile wholeheartedly with his heart bouncing with happiness.

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10:05 pm

"You don't really have to." You politely refused Baekhyun's offer to drop you home as you both exited the park.

"And let you go in the cab alone? I'm sorry but I can't do that." He opened the passenger door and looked back at you. "Come on, Are you really rejecting this gentleman?"

You chuckled on his remark and bit your lip before walking over to him while he grinned widely as he stepped back a little to let you sit inside.

He put a hand in the air above your head as you sat in, making you flutter even on this little gesture causing you smile automatically and you mumbled 'Thank you' before he closed the door walking to the driving seat.

As he placed himself in the driving seat, he buckled his seatbelt before his eyes stopped at you, struggling with the seatbelt while mumbling to herself.

"This just really doesn't work for me, I swear i'll break this one day." You muttered frowning as you couldn't buckle your seatbelt before feeling a stare on you.

You tilted your head to the side to see his body facing you with his elbow resting on the window as his index finger was on his lower lip and watching you with an amused grin.

You felt your cheeks heating up by his intent gaze and let out a nervous chuckle. "Why?"

He shook his head grinning before coming forward a little causing you back away as he buckled your seatbelt in a blink and sat straight showing a proud smile. "Wasn't it easy?"

"Not for me though, it always gets stuck when I do that." You complained causing him chuckle before he started the engine and drove.

Not long before, the car stopped infront your porch without you even realizing as you both kept talking in the whole ride which you didn't expected.

You unbuckled the seatbelt and turned to Baekhyun. "Thank you for dropping me home and I had fun today."

He nodded smilingly. "Me too, what did you like the most?"

"The magic show?"

"For me, the tree show." He grinned playfully and you narrowed your eyes at him playfully before smiling after.

"Then, Good night." You got out of the car and walked toward your home before you heard him calling you out.

Frowning you turned around and saw him coming towards you causing you look at him confusingly before he held out your phone.

"Oh!" You took it from his and smiled sheepishly and he just shook his head at your forgetfulness before something popped into your mind.

"Sunbae," You stopped at your mid-sentence debating wether to continue or not but he was already giving you a quizzical look.

"Uh nothing."

He frowned. "What is it? You're making me curious now."

"It's not really important, uh I stopped by a stall when you went to get your car and bought this." You spoke hesitantly before shuffling in your purse while he stared at you curiously.

"This." You showed him a Keychain of its first name initial B in a small cube. "Actually, I just thought it was cute and bought this as a memory."

He stared at you in amaze before looking at the Keychain and back to you while you bit your lip blinking and thinking if he got upset.

"It's okay if you don't like-"

"Thank you." He smiled taking the Keychain from your hand and stared at it in adoration making you relieved before you smiled.

"Do you like it?" You asked and he nodded cutely.

"I'm glad you like it." You smiled and he smiled back before you heard your front door opening and revealing your one and only brother Daniel coming out.

"Baekhyunee hyung!" Daniel beamed, making you internally scoff and Baekhyun waved at him cutely before he jogged towards you both.

"What are you doing outside? Come join us inside." He spoke and you widened your eyes at his bold move without even asking you.

"It's late already, maybe next time." Baekhyun refused politely and Daniel pouted but nodded.

"Well, how's your test preparation going?" Baekhyun asked shoving his hands in his pocket and you sighed looking at the both boys who tend to forget that you are also present here whenever they talk.

"They are going well."

"You know, you can ask your sister for help."

"That's a little difficult, it's a math test." He leaned towards him making you frown. "And Noona sucks at math."

Baekhyun nodded grinning and Daniel backed away looking like nothing happened making you scoff.

"I can hear you." You gritted your teeth and they chuckled causing you roll your eyes and wondering if he really is your brother?

Baekhyun looked at his wristwatch before looking at you. "'l'll get going then."

You nodded. "Yes, Drive safely, Sunbae."

He frowned at the name but then nodded smiling. "Thanks for the memory."

He waved the Keychain and you bit your lip smiling before he walked back to his car and drove off sparing last glance at you.

"What memory?" Daniel leaned to your side with his folded arms staring at frowning and you glared at him.

"Who are you?" You shot back before walking inside with daniel behind you yelling.

"Yah! Potato!"

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go-angelk1 · 3 years

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Modern day Riku, I prefer him with this hairstyle than the one in the show.

" your mom looks young, how old is she?"

Towa sitting in his room thought about it " I don't know, I never asked"

" well she's pretty, you think I have a chance" he smiles

Towa disgust smacks him in the head " chill, she's my mom"

Riku chuckle " anyway, how is your homework on feudal Japan coming along"

" it's alright, but I still don't have a clue on why Mr. Osamu, so fixed on making us learn about the past. Its so boring"

Riku opens his book " you'll be surprise on what you may find, my friend. Who knows maybe your father might know a thing or two"

Towa frown " don't even mention that Bastard, he abandon my mom and I and took our brother. Well that's what grandma said anyway"

Riku thought it was interesting to see how his youkai flared while talking about his father. He figures, towa is unaware.

............................................................................( past)

Sesshomaru is seen talking with tree Kikyou. He didn't like what she was speaking of. The barrier that protects Toga is breaking. Kikyou tells him if he does not let his sons destroy kirin, than she will reveal their hideout. Sesshomaru grabs her neck out of anger " do not test my patients miko, this sesshomaru do not take threat lightly"

Kikyou laughs " you lie, I can see right through you. Your worried for them and your precious mate. With kirin knowing the truth about the portal, who to say he won't find away to get there and kill her"

Sesshomaru squeezes her neck one last time before letting her go, " you may have trapped me in the spirit realm, but once I am free, I will destroy you"

Tree Kikyou walks away, if she wanted her plan to work, she had to trap sesshomaru. Giving him an alternator was a bad idea. Who would have thought sesshomaru would choose to be without his wife? And foresakin his daughter. She had hope he would make her use kagome as a life line, but rin will have to do, she thought.

She walks to the unconscious young girl. " poor child, I'm sorry it had come to this. Your my ticket to the real world and the spirit realm. Your father may not want your brothers to get involved, but the prophecy has to go on. "

....................................................... Elsewhere

" Master Jaken, father isn't coming back is he?"

" lord sesshomaru said he will come, have faith in him"

Toga sigh and look at the barrier " I know you know why father trapped us here"

Jaken sweats out of nervousness. Toga touches the barrier and watch as it waves.

" I won't hold you against it, father must have a reason"

" and that he do young man," a mature voice said

Turning around, Toga saw a woman in a priest's outfit. Jaken Gasp and told his master to stay behind him.

" I believe we haven't met" she says walking towards him

Toga Alert asks who she was, tree Kikyou smiles and give him a gentle look " I'm the tree of time"

To be continued..............

#riku #yashahime #sesshomarukagome #sesskag #fanfiction #sesshomaru and kagome #sesshomaru #kagome #sesshomaru and kagome story #sesshomaru and kagome love #love sesskag #inuyashasesskag #inuyasha

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unknownblanked · 3 years

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Shameless self promotion

Main character: OC

Pairings: OC x Reborn

My fic:

*Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn*

*Rating M*

Summary: I have never wanted anything other than to be a boss. Sorry dear brother of mine, but I will become a better boss than you would ever become. Warning: M for a reason, not for innocent souls. 2 days updates

Kinda BL since MC who used to be a girl became a guy after transmigration. But idk what to even say at this point

Genre: fantasy/adventure/romance

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13908034/1/

First chapter preview:

Chapter 1

"Eff you! Eff me! Eff the world!" She shrieked with her lungs, hand pointed at the sky.

"I wanna hold guns and look cool in suits! I wanna be pardoned by university to become a boss! I wanna have a gang while playing background music!"

"IF I EVER REINCARNATE TO KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN, I'LL BECOME VONGOLA DECIMOOOOOOOO!"

Darkness enveloped her as she sunk deeper into the abyss, not knowing what was going on after that flash that blinded her eyes. Could it be isekai truck-kun? She scoffed at her own words, not believing a single thing that came out of her own thoughts. She felt a shuffle, then a thump as her whole world lifted in the air. Suddenly, a baby's cry chortled beside her, screaming.

What was going on? Was she being carried into some kind of ambulance? A hospital? Did she give birth-What? But she was still 19 years old and never touched a man's hand! The baby's cry grew louder, almost piercing her in the ears.

Was it even possible for her to remain conscious even though she couldn't open her eyes? She tried lifting her eyelids, but it remained glued shut, as if this impenetrable force was clamping down her eyes, telling her not to look.

A waft of air blew on her chest.

"[Papa! Look at them! Twins!]"

A woman's voice rang out loudly, but her tone was soft and melodic as the sounds of humans floated into her ears.

'...Japanese?'

"[Ah, but one isn't crying.]"

A man's voice rang out this time in front of her as she tried deciphering the words with all her experiences of watching anime for over 10 years. Crying? Did the man just say that 'one isn't crying?' Was he pointing to someone in the room?

She felt her whole world tip over before trying to flail, confusion ringing inside her mind before-

Slap!

"Waaaaaaaaah!"

'What the eff, bro?!'

She felt so sensitive-so...naked!

'Call my lawyer! I will sue you till you don't even have the freedom of speech! Lawyer! Lawyer!'

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalw!" She yelped her syllables that couldn't pop out of her mouth and tried again.

"Wawawawa-"

Something was weird. Very weird.

"[I think we've got ourselves a little weirdo from the get-go!]"

Her butt stung as she tried blinking her eyes, gasping twice and shaking her head to wake her up from this bad dream. Her vision stung the moment she did, lights blinding her as she screamed again, trying to bat away the light with her flimsy small fists. Through her blurry vision, she saw a man grinning from ear to ear before throwing her over his shoulder and patting her on the back. She humped, dry launching from the action as the woman's soft laughter rang from behind as her own eyes closed shut again.

What did she see? She didn't see clearly, but the world was so...colorful.

"[I think I have a name for this little weirdo already!]"

Name? What name? What the hell were these two strangers talking about? And why in the hell was she able to understand Japanese so clearly? And they messed up her pronouns-and-

She tried hard, fighting her clamped eyes, 'Almost there!'

"Sawada Isago! Golden dust for my career!"

Isago slammed his eyes open, blinking rapidly at the man who was now throwing his small body into the air, his golden-amber eyes completely dazzling Isago.

"Waah da dak."

His first words were swear words in English.

She stared absentmindedly out the front porch. No, he stared absentmindedly out the front porch this fine morning. The sky was bright blue while Isago glanced at the buzzing street of Namimori, a small town located at the edges of Japan. In the corner of his eyes, he saw a small bird land on one of the tree branches before someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"Isa..go! Let's play!" Tsuna smiled sweetly at his younger brother, holding up his teddy in one hand. They were at the young age of four, Tsuna being born just minutes earlier than Isago. They seemed like twins, but one preferred a shorter hairstyle than the other, and their hair was in different colours.

"Hm...sure! What do you want to play?" Isago answered like how a four-year-old should and pushed himself onto his feet. Tsuna squeezed his teddy, pondering a bit before tilting his head to the side.

Tsuna was exactly the same in the anime, with spiky brown hair and brown eyes that shone brightly in the sun, his soft features held more of some baby fat than what was portrayed in the graphics, but still, Tsuna resembled Vongola Primo.

'Definitely a descendant of the Vongola family,' Isago quirked his lips as Tsuna explained his game of hide and seek, except the purpose was to hide and find teddy.

"Sure!" Isago chirped, holding his hand out for the teddy. "I'll go first then, since you never do, Tsuna."

Tsuna beamed brightly at his younger brother, giving his teddy over before Isago pointed to a wall in the corner of the room and Tsuna plodded over, covering his eyes as he started to count down from 100. Isago smiled slightly, tip-toeing to the washroom and turning on the lights to hide the teddy behind the rows and rows of shampoo bottles in one of the cupboards.

Isago frowned a bit when he realized that he couldn't reach the board, placed the teddy on the table and walked to the toilet that was beside the sink. He stepped onto the toilet, using it as his stepping stone and slammed his small hands onto the table, heaving himself upwards. Snatching the teddy from the original spot, Isago opened the cupboard and organized the bottles as a coverup, arranging the bottles so that not even the ears of the brown toy were visible from an adult's point of view.

Isago stepped down the table, plopping quietly onto his feet before listening to the countdown from Tsuna's mouth at the number 40. Isago smiled carefully, closing the lights as his gold eyes flashed through the mirror once, and Isago made his way to Tsuna's bedroom. Mom was cooking in the kitchen and humming about dad's arrival today.

Isago had retained his father's golden eyes, and yet had a shade of mocha as his hair color. Neither dad nor mom had the hair color, but Nana assumed that it was because her predecessor's hair color was close to black in the past. In contrast to Tsuna's spiky hair, Isago had flatter hair and was long, to the point that it was possible to tie it into a semi-ponytail. He had bangs covering the front in a slanted way, almost completely contrasting to Tsuna's cute and fluffy hair. Well, not that it mattered to Isago.

What was concerning to Isago, was that he was born as a boy.

"Ready or not, here I come!"

Isago heard Tsuna call from the bottom of the stairs before his small footsteps plattered onto the wood. Isago stared momentarily at the door before purposefully closing it and plopping down on Tsuna's bed. The bedsheets ruffled, crinkling a bit and Isago stared at his own crotch.

What the heck, this was so weird to have. It was so tiring to constantly have a thing dangling in between his legs. Even though it didn't hurt or feel uncomfortable, this new addition was a very mind-blowing...experience. Manspreading was also a new thing.

"Isago…?" Tsuna's face peeped into his own room and giggled before skipping over to his brother. "You must have placed teddy here!"

"I don't know," Isago replied with a small smirk. "Why don't you try and find it?"

"Teddy! Teddy!" Tsuna called cutely as if the bear was able to reply back to him.

"Tsuna, if you can find it then I'll ask mom to make your favourite Salisbury steak that she only makes when dad comes home!" Isago called as Tsuna's eyes fired up intensely.

"Steak! Steak! Steak!" Tsuna batted his fists on his crouched knees and started to chant it like some kind of song. Joy could be seen all over his face as he rustled his piles of stuff in the closet, then turned over to his desk and started rummaging in the drawers.

"Steak, steak, steaky, steak-"

Isago smiled secretly, knowing that Tsuna had no knowledge of dad coming home today. Honestly, Isago didn't know what to describe his dad. A good dad? No, he left his wife basically widowed from the moment they were born. A bad dad? You couldn't say that either.

Then again, mama never worked, so it was plausible to think that the house was bought and supplied with money from dad every year. Not to mention that the house was quite large for a family of three. Dad was probably also preparing the house to be the main hideout for the future Vongola.

"Iemitsu Sawada, huh?" Isago murmured his dad's name under his lips.

There was a reason why his dad stationed his family near the unknown town of Namimori. It was probably in order to protect them from the mafia. So in the end, was he a good dad? Isago watched Tsuna's fluffy hair swish in the lights as the sound of tires echoed into the neighborhood.

Isago lifted his eyebrows at the sound, turning his head to Tsuna's open window to see a short black car parked a few meters away from the Sawada residence. Isago stood up slowly, walking towards the window and hopped onto a small step box and leaned on the wall, crossing his arms together as he peered outside.

"Tsuna, let's rank this game harder. You have exactly 100 seconds like the countdown to find your teddy, or else the promise is off," Isago turned to Tsuna who's eyes widened like saucers, gasping before throwing his hands into the depths of his drawers.

"That's not fair, Isago!" The boy whimpered as Isago started to count the numbers from 100, forcing the small boy to sweat. Inside, Isago spotted a blond head popping out of the driver's seat.

The man was wearing orange overalls that were only pulled onto his waist. His dirty sweatshirt was worn in a fashion that showed his armpit hair clearly even from far away. The sight was disgusting.

"Men," Isago made a face, recognizing that it was his father. "66...67...68...69…"

"Isago! Slow down!" Tsuna wailed and rummaged through his toy box, tears streaming down his face at the decreasing numbers. Iemitsu pulled a construction hat out of the front side, then walked to the passenger's seat, opening the door to reveal another man wearing a blue vacation shirt with pink flowers on it.

The man stepped out of the car, smiling widely at his assistant who passed him a straw hat. As if the man noticed, his eyes flashed to the window, meeting the gaze of Isago. There was curiosity and wonder that passed through the male's eyes, but then greeted the child by lifting his hat and giving a salute which Isago returned with a polite nod.

'Vongola ninth,' Isago addressed the man quickly, curling his lips at the status before turning back to Tsuna, the numbers ending with the last count of zero.

"Isaaaagoo!" Tsuna sobbed into his long-sleeved sweater, sniffing as the sleeve soaked up his snot. "I couldn't find it-I'm sorry!"

Isago's eyes softened at the small boy, hopping down from the stepping box before crouching next to Tsuna who was on his knees.

"Tsuna, Tsuna, why are you sorry?" Isago patted Tsuna on the shoulders. Tsuna threw his arm down, staring at Isago who had a soft smile on his face.

"Be-because Isago's favorite...also steak…" the young boy blew his wet cheeks and Isago chuckled, pulling his brother into a large hug. That was not exactly true, Isago's favourite was sweet parfaits rather than savory main course meals, but Nana had never brought the two to a sweets cafe so Isago had made up his preferences to match Tsuna's.

"How about this, I'll magically transform the steak onto the table if you promise me one thing," Isago patted Tsuna who blew into his shoulder. Momentarily, Isago made a face of disgust, but once thinking that they were from the same blood, a smile was forcefully plastered onto his soft features.

Tsuna also realized his own misdoings, instantly freezing before wiping his own sleeve on Isago's shoulder, trying to correct the snot, only to make it smear even wider on the hoodie.

"I'll have to change my clothes," Isago sighed before pushing Tsuna away and walking to his own room. Tsuna followed like an abandoned puppy. His two fingers fiddled as he watched Isago pull his T-shirt off, and grabbed a random sweater before pulling it over his head.

"Mm sorry Isago…" Tsuna trailed off, staring guilty on the ground as Isago's head emerged out. "I will promise anything that you want! Forever!"

'What a dangerous promise, Tsuna,' Isago's eyes glimmered before turning towards his brother. The shadows in his room casted upon Isago's face as his grin widened almost too maliciously.

"Then promise me Tsuna, no matter what the circumstance you must not harm me. If you do, then our relationship as brothers are over." Isago's hair fell over his eyes as he brushed it back, getting a clear look at the boy's small face.

"Harm?" Tsuna tilted his head curiously at the word, repeating to make sure he pronounced it correctly. "What's that?"

"It means that I will be gone from your life forever, Tsuna," Isago's voice deepen with glee at the horror that flashed through the boy's face. Tsuna's hands instantly clutched the sides of his shorts, shaking his head furiously.

"I will never harm you! I will never! Never!"

"Good," Isago walked closer to his dear brother, jerking his thumb under Tsuna's teary eyes. The young boy looked fragile and broken at Isago's words, almost as if he couldn't imagine living without Isago.

"Because I love you so much that it may serve as a double-edged sword to both of us," Isago gave little Tsuna a small peck on his cheeks, smirking at Tsuna's pouting face as his fingers clutched the edges of Isago's sweater.

"I wove you too," Tsuna buried his face into his brother's sweater, murmuring the phrase until the front door was pushed open and mama's clear voice rang through the house, calling the two boys down.

It was true, Tsuna was a precious little brother to Isago, even if Tsuna was legally the older one. But that didn't matter in front of power. If Tsuna stood in the way of succession, then Isago would cut off Tsuna's arms and legs to prevent Tsuna from overtaking the throne. That was how cold-hearted Isago was.

But then again, was Isago able to do it?

That's why Isago would give Tsuna the choice. He would not harm Tsuna until his own brother decided that Isago was a threat to the family and his life. He would let Tsuna break their relationship, and make him wallow in despair. As long as Tsuna loved him, Isago would let him go. But if Tsuna disobeyed, then everything will be over.

"Come on, brother," Isago gestured towards the door, stepping forward with Tsuna holding him. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Iemitsu was grinning at both boys, arms extended.

"Weirdo Isago! TsunaTsuna! Papa is back home!"

The two boys huddled over to their papa, Tsuna waddling towards him while Isago was pulled into a large embrace, dad's hand ruffling in his hair as Isago grinned at the man. The smell of sweat and tobacco filled Isago's nostrils, instantly making him suppress a sour face at his own father. Mama giggled at the family reunion while Isago's eyes trailed to her, gesturing for a group hug.

"Oh, dear!" Mama threw herself into the group hug and Iemitsu kissed her sloppily on the cheeks, rubbing her face with fondness. It was then Tsuna noticed a stranger behind dad, smiling sweetly at the family after Tsuna opened his mouth with quivering fear.

"Oh, Tsuna! Don't worry, this is Timoteo-" Dad looked over at the grandfather figure, releasing all of us as he gestured politely at the man. "-My boss."

"Welcome!" Nana grinned, lowering her body into a 90-degree bow. "Thank you for taking care of my husband all this time!"

Isago glanced towards his mom, then followed, repeating the same words of thanks. Tsuna only stood there, confused and not knowing what to do and hid behind his mother, clutching her apron.

"Tsuna!" Mom bickered with a sigh but smiled soon afterwards. She patted me on the head as a 'good job' before apologizing for her son's imprudence.

"That isn't a problem," Timoteo said, softening his eyes at us before crouching down to our eye level. "I have to thank you for having such a wonderful father that I can trust."

'Of course, you're literally naming his son as successor,' Isago thought bitterly before pulling Tsuna out from behind mom. 'So who is it going to be? Tsuna, or me?'

Vongola ninth had to choose between the two of them because they were the only ones that would be left in the Vongola bloodline. If what Isago remembered was correct, there was more than one successor to the Vongola line, but they all died, which left Tsuna being the only one that could inherit the family.

Tsuna's hand started to quake before Isago squeezed it reassuringly, giving him a small nudge. Tsuna was still hesitating so Isago started first.

"I'm Isago, this is Tsuna, my older brother!" He deliberately said, lowering his head as Tsuna, this time, followed his younger brother's lead.

"Oh, he's the older one, huh?" Timoteo turned his gentle gaze towards the older brother and nodded. Isago pleaded that they were going to leave the throne of successor to the worthy, not the older. Isago was going to prove himself worthy, prove himself, to be a better leader than his brother.

Tsuna was not suited as a leader, maybe in the long run of taking care of his family members, yes, but Isago was more of a leader in the expanding and influential way.

'Give the role of successor to me, and I will hold Vongola to its glory. I will make Vongola the strongest in history, and it will flourish more than the past ten generations combined.'

Isago wanted the Vongola position. He wanted it desperately.

As if Timoteo could hear Isago's thoughts, the grandfather's eyes turned to the younger sibling, staring at him hard. Isago didn't move his eyes, only stared back and tried to convey the message through his gaze.

'Give it to me, I want it. I need it.'

Timoteo's gaze deepened, opening his mouth to say something as conflict passed through his face, then clamped his mouth shut. Iemitsu, sensing that something was sort of amidst, invited his boss into the house, telling the group that he was famished. Nana gasped, pardoning her forgetfulness before guiding the guest to the table.

Isago let go of the breath he held inside, looking towards Tsuna who was staring at the grandfather.

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