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✞ Once again, Im back with the short little blurbs! This time, theyre rather cute and adorable, and are about some of my favourite drivers, a song assigned for each. (I have synesthesia).

✞ Word count - 2,8k

✞ Drivers included - Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Max Verstappen, Daniel Ricciardo, Logan Sargeant, Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Lewis Hamilton, Sebastian Vettel, Jenson Button.

✞ (P.S. - lemme know if you dont see any of your favs. Im more than happy to write something <3)

Lando Yeswins - 505, arctic monkeys

"No!" Your shriek rings out through the air of the somewhat empty room, quickly followed by both of your giggles, as Lando has launched himself into you, picking you up. The man has missed you so, so much. He didnt even think it was possible. Hed spend his free time with looking at pictures of you, wishing that he could feel that skin against his, and... smell it, really. Now, that he has finally gotten the chance...

Your back makes contact with the couch, Lando still clinging to you tightly, and just plopping on top of you. He buries his face into your chest, drawing a deep breath to take in your scent... But you smelled like... him??

"Baby... have you been living in my clothes?" He asks, amusement laced into his tone. His face was still buried right where his favourite place was, though.

Silence from your end. One awkward chuckle later, you burst into another fit of giggles, followed by the heat that rose to your cheeks. You werent so sure if it was the man making you blush, or him being a damn human radiator doing the trick. Either way, you didnt mind - the golden retriever goofball of a man was excited to close the distance between you two again. A little too excited, even.

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Oscar Leclerc Piastri - teenage dream, katy perry

Him. You. Both of you. A lot of people have called you the dream team, and you have seen a lot of jealous tweets. Posts about your relationship in general - people seemed to be suckers for the childhood friends to lovers trope. So much that you could barely keep track of them anymore.

You have incorporated scrolling through the socials, and hunting for cute memes to annoy him, straight into your routine. His dms from you were filled with various kinds of those, mostly a spectrum of cat memes. Yes, a spectrum. You seemed to be unhinged enough to even ask for fun time alone through those. And, to be honest? They always worked on him. Always.

This time, it was no different - you were curled up on the couch, Oscar laying his head on your stomach, trying to nap. You could be seen scrolling, and... yep. Looking for some memes.

You find something else, though, your heart melting at the sight. You cant even hold the 'awwww' in, as much as you wanted to...

"Huh?" Oscar croaks out, rising from his slumber. All he heard was you making some sort of noise, and he instantly realized that he was about to get a phone right up his face. However... he slowly looks up and sees you... crying?

He doesnt say anything, but scoots up slightly instead, his face landing right by your neck. He looks at the little screen... Only to see a picture of two small children, both in race suits, both giggling on a makeshift podium. He quickly comes to the realisation that hes looking at both of you, at one of your first karting competitions together. And its all it takes to make a tear roll down his cheek as well. A happy tear. Hes quick to start kissing yours away, not even hesitating. Your skin tingled at the gentle contact, and you softly chuckle. Thats exactly what he wanted to achieve. A laugh out of those pretty lips of yours.

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Max Verstappen - im yours sped up, isabel larosa

As tough as this man looked out there, in the face of the cameras... he turned into a whiny puddle whenever he was wrapped in your arms. Something about you made him melt each and every time, making him feel safer than ever. Is that because you usually used rather masculine fragrances and smelled like a dad that he never really had? Maybe, maybe...

He was getting his daily dose of cuddles in. This time it was more of a comfort than it has ever been - he didnt do good, and didnt even finish the race. He felt awful.

"Are you going to leave me now?" You suddenly hear a muffled voice, coming from a certain mans face, currently getting buried into your chest.

"Pardon?" You respond, a confused chuckle following the single-word sentence. He wasnt insecure... as far as you knew.

"I said what i said, Liefje... now answer." the man groans, almost making you chuckle again - he was awfully adorable at the moment.

"No, baby, im yours. For life. Have you forgotten?" your voice reminds him, as you slip one of your hands away from his waist, wiggling the fingers not too far from his eyes. He feels you pulling your hand away, the action making him look up slightly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. That quickly melts away as he sees the engagement ring on your finger, one that he proposed to you with a few days ago.

"Right... i still havent gotten used to that. Sorry, mijn mooie vrouw." He responds, a small, tired smile slipping onto his lips, and you cant help but give him a small peck. You might be a master at making this man blush, but he had the exact same effect on you as well.

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Daniel Ricciardo - Iris, the goo goo dolls

Evenings spent with him on the porch were your all time favourite, easily - especially if it included watching the sunset. In that case, you had two incredibly gorgeous views to rest your eyes upon. And he definitely knew you were staring at him, instead of the pretty orange colours dancing across the sky - he just pretended not to see.

You two were cuddling on the beach chair - your body in his lap, your back to his chest. Hes currently zoned out just a little, honestly. He has adopted the habit of adoring the pretty clouds from you, and pointing out all the interesting shapes. This time, though, you were quicker than him, and an excited 'ooohhh!' coming from your mouth lets him know exactly that.

"Look! That one looks like a honey badger!" you excitedly blurt out, trying to point at the shape with your finger. He follows, and quickly sees what you wanted to show him. The cloud, indeed, is honey badger shaped. You earn a hearty chuckle and one of his grins that you loved oh so much. Yes, those grins.

His arms tighten around your waist, his lips not being able to resist from leaving a trail of kisses on the back of your neck, eventually landing on the back of your head. And you didnt need much more from him - you knew that it was his way of thanking you. By making you feel all warm and giddy inside.

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Logan Sargeant - american teenager, ethel cain

Spring has just started rolling around, leaving you to deal with your allergies. Its not like it was something new, or something serious, but it annoyed you nonetheless.

You two had a date that you were looking forward to all week, but suddenly, you felt like you couldnt live two minutes without having to blow your nose. Great. Logan noticed your mood immediately, so he had offered to watch a movie at home instead. You didnt resist much - you wanted to spend some time with your man, after all.

After cuddling up to him on the couch... You silently thanked for the ridiculous misery of your fate - feeling his body right by yours felt way better than spending time outside. Hearing him quietly breathe by you left you almost ecstatic, the warm air brushing by somewhere on your body, and as of the current case, your hair. Speaking of hair - he liked planting those little kisses to the crown of your head whenever you had your back to him. Almost just as much as looking at your backside.

These little moments reminded you just how far you two have come - it sometimes still felt like you were a pair of awkward teenagers, trying desperately to get over yourself to talk to each other. You still tease him about it, honestly - watching the popular guy at the school blush and giggle was the favourite sight of many.

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Charles Leclerc - k., cigarettes after sex

"Chéri, look! Thats cute, no?" You heard Charles come into the kitchen, cooing at something on his phone. You didnt have the time to turn around and look at him, honestly. So he was forced to come up right behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, his palm softly brushing by your stomach while in the process. You couldnt help but wonder...

1...

2...

Yep, here it is. A gentle kiss to the corner of your jaw. You cant help but chuckle as his lips make contact with your skin, pleasure shooting down your spine almost immediately. He usually stops at one, but he seems to be in a playful mood today - because he doesnt, and continues to trace a line, almost connecting the dots on all your little moles and freckles.

"What is it?" You ask him with a chuckle, trying to distract him. However, you just dont get an answer. Just a phone getting shoved almost right into your face. The video that he wanted to show unpauses, and a scene of a cute puppy running around could be seen. Your heart instantly melts.

Charles seems to notice, because he already looks like a kid on christmas morning.

"Can we... adopt him? I even have a name!" He blurts out excitedly, making you chuckle again. You knew of his passion for dogs... so one wouldnt hurt, right?

You didnt even get to reply before he launched himself into a rant about why getting a dog right now would be a great idea. You just knew that you were going to spend like an hour, just listening to him talk. But you didnt mind - you enjoyed the sound of his voice, and watching the way he speaks with his hands whenever hes excited. It was truly an awfully adorable sight to witness every time.

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Carlos Sainz - good luck, babe!, chappell roan

He had a small ritual of hugging you before his races - he fully, firmly, and truly believed that hes not going to achieve any good results if he doesnt. And, look - it was true, so far. The win in Singapore? In his head, it was all because you initiated a hug that day. His arms had lingered on you for a little longer than they should have been for you two being just friends, but its not like you two minded, at all. You actually craved him and his touch. You craved to feel those hands around you, and to hear his voice murmuring something into your ear. You wanted, no, needed to feel the scent and the warmth of him being so close.

So you never really protested against his idea. In all honesty, it was the most desperate move that someone has ever tried to hit on you with. The most adorable one as well.

If you thought that you were going crazy from him invading every single nook and cranny of your mind... You should have taken a look into his. You and him both knew of the rumours floating around the internet, and all the fans almost straight up telling you two to just make out already. And that has almost happened, and multiple times - one of you always ended up awkwardly pulling away, though. Having him as a friend felt good, but you were sure that having him as a lover would feel like heaven.

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Lewis Hamilton - older, isabel larosa

"Thank you, love." His voice floats through the air of his drivers room, effortlessly reaching your ears, making you blush. Just a little. You had passed him his water bottle - his hands were far too busy with your hips, caressing and squeezing them with great care. His legs were spread a little, you positioned in between them. Yet, it still didnt seem like it was close enough for him - he kept trying to pull you closer, almost desperately tugging on the material of your jeans. A hand of his was now occupied with the water bottle, so he finds that as an opportunity to wrap the other around you fully, bringing you closer, once again. You almost fall over, but you catch yourself with a hand on the wall right besides his head. Helping Lewis train sometimes did help, huh?

"Hey there, easy! I couldve fallen right on top of you!" You had mentioned out loud in mock annoyance, trying hard to keep a chuckle at bay. It was hard to do so, though, because you could see a grin appearing on his lips. No, onto his whole face - the entirety of it would light up whenever he smiled or laughed, melting your heart each and every time.

"Do you prefer to be under me then?" He murmurs as a tease, leaning in to give you a chaste kiss on your neck. He knew that it was one of your ticklish spots - so he had adopted the habit of placing the gentlest kisses of them all right there. They never failed to make you feel flustered and giggly, making sure to spread a blush all over your face. Lewis was just secretly happy that you never seemed to notice his own blush, just like right now.

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Sebastian Vettel - too sweet, hozier

You were sat at your desk in your home office, working late. Again. All sorts of papers were scattered all around you, a pretty decent amount crumpled up and thrown aside as well. At first, youd aim for the trashcan, getting all giddy whenever youd make a shot. But the more time passed, the more you didnt care. You found yourself thinking of the fact that your husband wouldnt be really pleased at your current decision, and you being grateful that hes currently away for a few days. And you just happily continue focusing on your work.

You had focused a little too much, perhaps. Because you didnt hear Sebastian returning home, didnt notice him opening your office door either. You only did that when he spoke up, startling you a decent amount.

"Brought you coffee, schatz." He said, quietly walking to appear by your side, placing the mug down. You smiled at him in appreciation, tilting your head up to look at him. Right as you do so, you get surprised with a forehead kiss. You cant fight the smile that wanted to appear onto your lips, going back to your work. You fully expect Sebastian to protest, to go ahead and try to pull you away from the work. But what does he do instead? He lets his hands meet with your tense shoulders, and gets to gently massaging them, slowly kneading out the knots. No words said. A quiet hum escapes your throat. You two didnt need any words to communicate, really. He understood you on a deeper level, just like you understood him. Isnt it sweet?

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Jenson Button - one of the girls, the weeknd

"Twirl around again?" Jenson requests, making a spinning motion in the air with two of his fingers. You had decided to make him watch your fashion show after the shopping spree of today, just like you usually did. Every time. You thought hed be a little annoyed at you for forcing him to sit down on the couch, basically pushing him backwards right onto it. It was far, far from it - hed even encourage you to go shopping sometimes. 'Honey, its our anniversary next Saturday. Dont you want a new dress?', 'Go get something new, we're going out tomorrow', and 'i think you need to refresh your wardrobe' were phrases that you heard pretty often. And not for the reasons youd think - this man just truly and genuinely enjoyed seeing you smile, and the enthusiasm that would possess your whole being when it came to showing him. You liked to call him a simp, but in his books, that was just being reasonable.

You gladly fulfill his request with a giggle, spinning around to let the skirt of the dress flow around. This one had a great score on both of the 'spinny' and 'shiny' scales, which he learned from you pretty fast. However, he sees you suddenly stop. The surprise on his face is almost as big as yours. However, you quickly gasp and start giggling again, shoving your hands into... some pockets?

"It has pockets!" You excitedly blurt out, turning both of the pockets inside out to show him. That earns a chuckle out of him. You play around with the pockets some more, and start spinning again. As much as Jenson adored your silliness, sometimes. Hed worry about you bumping into things... and it would happen pretty often. But he was always there to baby you, placing gentle kisses around the spot you had just hurt yourself.

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tunaaaaa I've been reading ur Childe Thing sooo much that I've been thinking of I Love Amy aus nonstop. its a problem. in honor of bsd s4 im gonna rapid fire a couple out for the Bsd Boys!

lets talk dazai. I feel like this could go a lot of ways with him. like, if its ada dazai, you probably don't really get the sense that something is kinda off with him until you're a bit too deep to back out. he seemed so sweet when you first met- fuckin weird, but sweet! no harm in trying to help him win over a crush, right? for pm dazai, you obviously know hes fucked in the head the second you meet him, so you agree to help him out of a fear of what he might do to you if you dont rather than a sense of altruism. either way, its kinda hard to notice him getting a little overly-attached to you just cuz of how naturally obnoxious and clingy he is. even if he starts to escalate you might not get it cuz hes pretty fast and loose about LITERALLY kidnapping you and tying you up in his apartment/mafia holding cell right off the bat (gets very pouty about you "ignoring" him). doesnt help that hes so out of touch with his own emotions he probably doesn't even know he has a thing for you for a whiiile. trust me tho, being nice to him and taking care of him when hes sick or injured WILL wear him down. you'll only kind of get it when you try to give him some new pointers on his crush and he seems to just get? annoyed? mutters something about you talking about someone else while you're SUPPOSED to pay attention to HIM. or when he keeps being weirdly affectionate with you in full view of X when hed usually forget you exist as soon as he sees them. or you woke up chained to a chair (again) but this time hes perched in your lap and scolding you about avoiding your "boyfriend" before shoving his lips against yours. couldve been any of these occasions really.

cant BELIEVE I didn't think of gogol the first time I talked about this this is almost EXACTLY what yes doing to sigma rn. when this fuckin 6'2 clown terrorist traps you against a wall and starts questioning about why you were talking to "his darling", you are 10000% sure you're gonna die. almost gives you whiplash how fast his tone changes once you convince him you have NO interest. all smiles all of the sudden, picks u up under the armpits like a cat to right ur posture and pats you on the head, declaring that you will be his magicians assistant for a while! you do not have a say in this, if you'd like to keep your skin. while you feel bad about aiding and abetting this stalking case, you get the sense that hes. not ever gonna actually make a move. kinda just Wants To Stalk. goes on about how he cant let himself be tied down like that (whatever that means). he does talk about just murdering his darling a lot but you've managed to convince him that thats unnecessary baggage connecting them to him so hopefully that keeps him sated until his goldfish-esque attention span finally moves him onto a new target. and it does! the problem is that its you. I think that once he realizes he likes you, he's just gonna vanish. poof gone. hes had a lot of fleeting obsessions with ill-fated darlings before, but youre something new. hes never actually gotten to know someone before! ugh. hes caged by his feelings for you, but the despair hed feel from killing you would be a cage all its own! frustrating!!!!! maybe if he just leaves and never thinks about you ever again this'll just go away like all of his other crushes. doesnt work. expect him back in a month, snuggling into your neck and babbling inane about having missed you. he tied you up again so youre just gonna have to let him do that. its fine youre used to this with him.

really wanted to do this with chuuya and fyodor too but im scared of them being OOC help me.

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omg so this turned out to be Very Long :O quick context for any1 who is unfamiliar w i love amy—it's a webtoon (highly recommend btw) where the yandere character starts to fall for her 'target/rival' instead of her initial love interest. for more info + the childe version, check out this post.

cw: yandere characters (dazai, fyodor, nikolai), stalking, kidnapping, imprisonment, obsessive behavior, threats of violence to reader. (this whole post came off a little silly instead of serious But mind the cws anyway!)

this is best read with a male reader (to keep it consistent w i love amy) but there's no pronouns used or descriptions for reader, so do as you like. also, reader makes morally questionable decisions :>

(pm) dazai is to be avoided at all costs. that was the rule you put down for yourself after witnessing one of his very public threats to some poor pedestrian who had bumped into him. the dramatic coat, the blank expression, the natural ease with which he handled the weapon in his hand—everything about him was just...alarming.

however, despite all your efforts, he's obstructed your path home with a deadly glare and a hand in his pocket.

according to dazai, he did not appreciate your recent conversation with X, (as he claimed, they were too popular to spare most people more than a few friendly greetings—so why were you having a full-fledged conversation with them?) who were you, even, to get in his way? you sputter out some excuse, some explanation as to why he misunderstood the situation and it was all just work-related, and fortunately, he seems convinced, at least enough to relax his hold on you and shift the blaring malice in his stance to something less frightening.

obviously, you couldn't refuse when he offers you what he calls a mutually beneficial proposition. you help him get closer to X, and he won't kill you! win-win, don't you think?

the thing about dazai, you soon learn, is that despite the murderous energy he gives off, he's painfully annoying, more so than frightening. it almost feels like you're dealing with an obnoxious child, with how he's constantly whining and tugging at your sleeve and complaining about how useless you're being.

and it also makes you wonder if he's ever really had a friend, because he's got some strange expectations for you. he's all too possessive, too paranoid, and expects you to be perfectly fine with it. you consider telling him that he's not supposed to hold you hostage every time he thinks you're spending "too much time with someone else", but after the 4th attempt, you've understood that there was no getting to him. at least he stopped with the threats to your other friends (well, he promised you that he'd stop), and that seemed like the only thing he was willing to compromise on. he doesn't ease up on the breaking-into-your-room-to-visit-you stunt, either, especially when you're "ignoring him". despite all that, maybe out of some form of pity, you still help him out. you drop off food when he's sick and try to explain that imprisonment is not the key to a healthy relationship. you hang out with him even if you're terrified of all the mafioso you come across when you visit the hq with him, and after all of it, you're mostly convinced that he wasn't going to kill you anytime soon. in fact, the two of you seemed to be building an unusual friendship.

but when he comes to visit you one day when you're sick and actually knocks on the door and texts you beforehand, you tell him that this would be the best way to approach X if he ever hears that they're sick. though you're expecting some excitement, or some self-satisfaction for improving a little, instead of looking excited, dazai looks frustrated. for the first time, he looks genuinely...upset. and when he asks you why you can't appreciate that he was looking out for you and not X, you're left at a loss for words. you're not sure if this was a sign that he was starting to learn not to cross your boundaries or a warning that he was beginning to like you a little too much

and things only get stranger. he becomes more observant, asks you more questions about yourself rather than X, and even starts holding your hand in full view of X. when you mention that X was really looking forward to a new movie coming out and that he should try to ask them out, he gets upset by your suggestion, grumbling about you paying more attention to X and only caring about them instead of asking him if he wants to see the movie with them. so, unsure of how to respond, you echo his question. he beams at you and happily declares that he only wants to watch the movie with you.

somewhere along the line, it happened that dazai himself started to realize just how much he liked you, and he spirals out of control. the already overwhelming physical contact turns more intimate, with dazai holding your hand at every possible moment, pressing himself as close to you as humanely possible without squeezing the air out of you, and sitting on your lap whenever the opportunity presents itself. he stops responding to anything that isn't an endearing pet name and introduces himself as your boyfriend. X seems to be eradicated from his mind, as well as anyone that wasn't you, though it feels as though you're the only one that has a problem with this change. dazai takes to it naturally, seamlessly inserting himself into your life.

"what's wrong?" dazai's sprawled across your lap with the biggest grin on his face, the remote in your hand long ripped away by him, "come give your boyfriend a kiss~"

you've...heard of fyodor. it was more overhearing whispers shared between people, but the mention of his name seemed to intrigue everyone who heard it. you've heard that he was a mysterious man who walked into the city one day and never left, and you've heard that he was the owner of an expensive casino. you've even heard that he had a tendency to stand on top of rooftops at night, but you've heard tons of variations and rumors. one statement, however, rang true in everyone's ears.

fyodor dostoevsky was taken with X.

that was putting it lightly—obsession was exactly what it was. though X was clearly unaware of what was being said, because, as they assured you one day while you walked out with them, fyodor was just a friend! and he was a very interesting guy, with some strong beliefs. he wasn't some criminal mastermind! all he did was keep to himself. and that, as they confidently declared, wasn't a crime.

but you had reason to not believe X, after all, it wasn't them at the receiving end of a laser focused gaze and a creepy smile. (it scared you so much that you ran home and ordered a burglar-proof lock for your door the same night) and it also wasn't them who sat down across from you while you were having your breakfast in the café nearby. anyone would have been better than who it was.

"hello," fyodor waves a fork at you, his fingers positioned gracefully on the silver cutlery (and of course, you think bitterly, he was evil and beautiful. just your luck), "i hope you can spare me a few minutes."

he wasn't asking, but you melted at his soft tone. for all people loved to talk about him, why hadn't they mentioned how hard it was to take your eyes off him? awkwardly, you take another bite of your food, nodding at him.

he asks you about X, though it's more of an interrogation disguised as casual conversation. he easily waves around his fork, smiles at you with an unnerving expression, and stares at you a little too long. by the end of it, your food is finished and his fork is placed neatly back onto the table and you've sustained no injuries. better yet, he finally seems to have (reluctantly) removed your name from his hit list.

what you weren't expecting was for him to start seeking you out. you get strange looks when fyodor waits outside your workplace with an umbrella—your umbrella—leaving you with no choice but to walk with him unless you wanted to get home soaked. he lists off X's habit and asks you to add on to his list, ignoring your reply of "that's just creepy". he tells you that he wants to respect X's privacy by not using cameras to spy on them so will you answer him or should he use the cameras? and what else could you do then?

at the very least, he didn't seem serious about attempting to kidnap or imprison X. he seemed fascinated by them, if anything. like he was...studying them. being with him wasn't as bad as you'd though, no matter how much you hated to admit it, despite the foundation of this friendship was built on how amusing he found X. if he was in a particularly good mood, he'd even offer to help you out with your struggles in the pursuit of love. his ideas, however, were all sure to land you behind bars with a retraining order to boot. when you voiced your opinion to him, he only smiled and told you that he knew a thing or two about breaking out of a prison cell, much like he was recalling upon a fond memory.

the only good thing about this strange arrangement was that fyodor was really nice to look at. there was something mesmerizing about his every action, even the slight quirk of his lips or the way his hair fell on his forehead. the ease with which he slipped on his hat (which, by the way, what was with all his not-weather-appropriate clothing? was he not sweating?), and the commanding air around him. so while he spoke seriously about X and his distaste for most of the human population, you tuned him out and focused on admiring his pretty eyes and how his lips wrapped around his fork and—ugh, you were starting to sound as creepy as him. but honestly, you had a feeling he already knew that you found him attractive. fyodor was far too good at reading people, far too perceptive to let something as obvious as your attraction to him slip.

your mistake was foolishly believing that you'd be safe as long as you didn't act on those feelings.

it felt strange, however, when he started reaching your usual table first, having already asked for your go-to meal and watching with thinly veiled delight as you stared down at the hot plate. and it's your coworkers now that get stared at, your friends who get the silent threat of a fork pressed against smooth skin, and you that everyone whispers that fyodor dostoevsky is taken with.

the meaning behind his increasingly strange behaviour doesn't really hit you, not until you've bumped into X again, who you haven't seen around in a while.

"i see that you and fyodor are becoming good friends now," they grin, "i'm almost jealous of how quickly you warmed up to him."

long fingers reach to caress your cheek before a perfectly poised hand places itself on your shoulder. fyodor's unmistakable voice replies in your stead.

"we're friends? is that what you've heard?" fyodor dips his head down to lock eyes with yours, "why don't you correct them about that, darling?"

you should have trusted sigma when he told you that nikolai gogol was bad news. as he clarified, so bad that, coincidentally, the ministry of justice hq was moved away at least by two states when nikolai came to visit.

but how were you to know that he was in love with one of your acquaintances? and how were you to know that his idea of love was this frightening? just when you were making your way back after a lukewarm conversation about work with X, you were slammed up against the wall by a person with a top hat and a coat and an honestly terrifying expression. then nikolai, as he later introduced himself, started grilling you with questions, ruthlessly asking about why you were with X and why did they smile at you and where does your family live, after which he happily told you about his many previous experiences with torture and how he would love to show you.

you're not sure what convinced him to let you go, whether it was your trembling legs or your teary promises that you had no interest in X in that way, but here you were now—alive, terrified, and offered the position of 'magician's assistant' (though the magician himself refused to tell you why the position was open for so long) and all it took to land the increasingly strange job was to talk to X and listen to nikolai threaten to torture you in graphic detail.

(among all the crazy people you had seen around here—that so-called 'world's best detective' who snatched your bag of candy right from your hands, that other person who started doing push-ups in the middle of the road, and someone giggling holding a bag of lemons by the port—you thought that nikolai definitely fit right in. not that you were going to tell him that)

while the position wasn't exactly what you wanted, nor were you too keen on spending more time around nikolai, something about the glint in his uncovered eye and the hand gripping your shoulder told you that you really wouldn't want to reject his offer. contrary to what you may have assumed, assisting nikolai only meant becoming a partner to his criminal activity, which revolved around stalking X, talking to them to find out all the information nikolai can't get by stalking them, and stalking them even more to find out any more details that neither of you could get. (you've considered helping out as much as you can, leaving hints in the form of obscure drawings of nikolai and danger symbols, but later, when you catch sight of X waving to him, you realize the message did not come across the way you intended it to)

fortunately for them, (and for you. at least now, you won't be behind bars for assisting in abduction) nikolai seems to have no interest whatsoever in pursuing them any further. sure, he keeps books filled with information about X, and buys their favorite drink alongside his order, but he doesn't seem to want to do anything more.

while you could care less about why he does whatever he's doing, already chalking it all up to the fact that he was off his rockers, nikolai decides to enlighten you all the same. when he excitedly rambles on and on about freedom and feelings and why X must now die, you pretend to listen, never actually telling him that nothing he said made any sense to you. still, after insisting that he won't be very free behind bars either and that if he really didn't want to be tied down by his feelings, he should actually distance himself from them instead, it appeared that you finally got him to understand, and he hesitantly agreed to listen.

for the most part, everything is great after that. your life returns to normal, with no top hat wearing, cane wielding magician in the vicinity, and no more having to invade someone's privacy. and it was great! really! even if it was a little bit boring without nikolai's spontaneous plans (maybe that time in the amusement park was pretty fun, even if the only reason you had to go was because X was going there with someone else, much to nikolai's horror). there was something both unsettling and addictive about the crazy adventures nikolai swept you on, though it was for the best that he disappeared.

but then nikolai came back…acting a little odd.

his clinginess and a sudden desire for physical affection set off alarms in your head, though he acted like this was perfectly normal. at first, you told yourself that this must be some new jealousy plot—maybe he got this idea from a tv show he watched over his 'break', but he hadn't asked you if you wanted to be part of this ploy (not that he ever did, really).

and your suspicions only grew when he refused to let up on the act, holding onto you as if his life depended on it. his trips with you became increasingly frightening, and his grip on you increasingly tighter. he takes his new position by your side, not at all focused on X anymore, and instead observes you with the same look that was fixated on X not too long ago.

it only hits you that you've become his new target when you find yourself tied up to a chair, with him seated right in front of you with his face up to yours. the exact scenario you convinced him not to put X through.

"your advice sucks, by the way," he pouts, "i tried staying away but i couldn't stop thinking of you! don't be too upset, alright? we can have even more fun now that we're together!"

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pinetrees-in-the-water · 8 months

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JEJEEJJE jeff x very apathetic male reader but very lovey dovey with him?? anyways keep it up sweetie your doing great🤩

AAAAA thank you sm<3333, I'm so thankful for all the support on this blog, shits blowing up way more than I expected it to.

I love writing mlm Jeff its canon to me

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◇Jeff x Apathetic M! Reader who's affectionate with him◇

• Im gonna be honest he is SO confused.

•He's used to apathetic people, apathy was better than hatred anyways...maybe even better than love.

• Love felt weird to him. It wasnt that hed never felt it before, he grew up in a loving household but all that seemed so far away now. Hed gotten used to not really recieving affection from anyone.

• Maybe except Ben and Nina but he was never one to lean into their affection..it felt odd to him after so long of being alone, being hunted, being hated.

• Until you got recruited by The Operator.

• He found you quite handsome and naturally he pulled all the usual shit. Pick up lines, jokes, sex jokes, whatever.

• He didn't expect anything to come of it, his past had left him so horribly disfigured not even his parents could love his face, why would you?

• So imagine his suprise when you started returning the affection, hell your entire cold apathetic persona seemed to slip away around him.

• Everyday it was a goodmorning kiss on his forehead or suprise hug from behind. It felt like his insides were on fire and he didnt know how much more he could take it, hell he didnt even know how to reciprocate so he just kinda froze.

• So many questions plagued him. Were you dating? Did you actually like him? Did this all even mean anything to you?

• After some urging from Nina he finally asked you the question hed been burning to ask.

• "Do you like me? Like..genuinely because listen man I can't tell."

• Well that didnt come out the way he wanted.

• You were leaning back against his shoulder, your on hand on his and reading a report sent by The Operator, the question didnt seem to phase you as you turned around and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

• "Of course I do Jeff what made you think otherwise? Was I not forward enough?" his brain short-circuit so bad he didnt even have a response to your teasing. A few minutes passed until he found the voice to speak.

• "You're not like this with the others"

• "I feel more comfortable with you...besides-"

• You turned around to hold his face in your hands, thumbs tracing over the deep scars on his cheeks and his breath hitched.

• "You need it." You kissed him gently on his misshapen lips, and for the first time in a long time, Jeff leaned in.

• You were right, he did need it.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #pine-trees-in-the-water:jeff x reader #jeff the killer x reader #jeff x reader #pine-trees-in-the-water:jeff x m reader #fluff #male reader

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aritsukemo · 12 days

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Your heart's too big for your body.. | Muichiro and Yuichiro Tokito

Warnings: Mentions of the reader throwing up in Yuichiro's part! All my emetophobic folks beware!!

A/N: I honestly don't know what this is lmao- I planned a completely different set of characters when I wrote this but as I was listening to Melanie Martinez's Crybaby album, I guess my mind just went to two characters who bring me a bunch of comfort. Like, as I listened, I felt kinda sad so my mind just imagined a bunch of scenarios with these two comforting someone.. ( Also, in case anyone's confused. Muichiro's part is set in a more modern au like the Kimetsu Academy au, Yuichiro's isn't )

"What the fuck," Is the first thing the teal-streaked medic mumbled when you stumbled into the Butterfly Manor half conscious, blood dripping from your head. and your hand poorly covering your stomach which had a horrifyingly-large gash on the center of it.

"T- Tokito.." You called, although you could barely get the words out before you tilted. Luckily, Yuichiro caught you in time before you completely hit the floor.

As your head hit his shoulder, a quick wave of panic shot through him. After all, it wasn't often that a Hashira—especially one of your caliber—to come in this wounded, or wounded at all for that matter.

As he helped you to your feet, Yuichiro threw your arm over his shoulder, ignoring your blood that had quickly begun to stain his clothes, and called for some assistance before guiding you to the nearest patient room and sitting you down on the bed where you immediately flopped over.

"Shit," He cursed out, finally noticing how bad of a state you had gotten yourself in. You showed obvious signs of having a concussion—a severe one at that. But he had little time to focus on that before you began choking.

With quick movements, Yuichiro helped you sit up only for you to immediately fall forward and cough up your stomach, staining the bottom half of his clothes with your blood and what was most likely your breakfast, shit.

It was only then that the Kakushi had rushed in, staring at the sight in surprised horror only to finally rush to your side after Yuichiro shouts at them to unbutton your uniform vest and press down on your stomach wound while he prepared the bandages...

When you finally awoke, you were experiencing one of the worst headaches of your life. The Kakushi had long been sent off, but Yuichiro was still there. Towering over you, scrutinizing you.

"How are you feeling?" Was the first thing he said. It came out in a rushed, whispered tone of voice instead of his usual vexed one.

"My head hurts.." You mumbled in which he hums and mumbles something involving Shinobu and medication under his breath. Although, it was hard to really concentrate on his mumbling when your head felt like it was being split open and the strong taste of metal was lingering on your tongue..

"So what happened while you were out?" Surely you had run into one of the Twelve. Logically speaking, there would be no other way for you to obtain such injuries. Unless you somehow tripped into a bear's mouth or something on your way home. Although he hopes that isn't the case. You were an idiot, but hopefully not that stupidly clumsy.

Your eyes drifted to your hands subconsciously, an expression of which the medic could only think was embarrassment slowly forming on your face.

"It was my fault," You began, and Yuichiro was already furrowing his brows, "I underestimated my opponent and nearly got another slayer killed as a result.."

"There was another demon slayer there?" His voice suddenly grew low as hed muttered his next words with poorly masked dread, "..What happened to them?"

"They..ran away," Wait..what?

"They did..what?" The sudden sharpness of his tone has you wanting to shrink away from him, "Say it again. I want to hear it. Now."

"There.. There were multiple slayers.. One of them attempted to help out, but in the end..when I was pushed back.." You pause, looking for the right words to your next sentence that wouldn't shove the truth of what happened in your face. The disheartening truth that makes your chest tighten and your heart sting. The truth that your comrades had left you to die, "I awoken and my comrades..had all..retreated to safety."

"So, they left you to die," You wince. The way he always worded things always sounded so painful to hear. It squeezed at your heart in a way that made your eyes sting and your throat tighten, but you try to brush it off as best you can.

"No, they just—"

"Decided to save their own worthless asses as soon as the fight didn't go their way and left you to clean up the mess?" As his anger grew, so did his voice, "No way you slice this will make the truth any less apparent that they left you for dead!"

"How many times have I told you about this? You need to understand that most people only care about keeping themselves happy and alive and don't care who dies at the expense of that! Not you, or me, or anyone else!" He's right. Both of you are aware of that and as a result, silence replaces any words that would've been spoken after that—well, that and the tears that are beginning to form in your eyes because of the intense stinging..

You raise you hand, your eye instinctively closing as you wipe at your eye, your tears smear as a result, but you could care less. As long as it got rid of them.

At some point, the silence was broken with the sharp sigh that slipped from Yuichiro's soft lips. He shuffles closer before leaning down where the coldness of his thumbs comes in contact with the warm skin just under your eye. They capture the tears that manage to escape and gently flicks them away.

"You shouldn't waste your tears. Not on them, and certainly not on me.." He tells you, but it only makes you want to cry harder—which you ended up doing.

"I'm.. I'm sorry..*hic*.. I.. I.." You couldn't even get your words out from how much you were choking. This was so embarrassing and you wished you could just crawl in the hole and never come out of it..

But you can't. So you'll just have to make do with Yuichiro caging his arms around you as you sobbed instead.

"Thank you for coming," You told him, intending for it to sound more like an happy and excited little kid than a heartbroken and dissapointed adult. He looks around, streamers and banners decorate the walls, rounded tables and chairs were dressed down in various colored flowers and other assortments—all of which were mixed and matched in your favorite colors—and a beautiful multi-tiered cake sitting in the middle of a long rectangular table in the back of the room—the cake's decor trailing down the layers and onto the table where it then hangs off the wood, like hanging wisteria trees..

Not a soul in sight.

It was confusing to him. He vividly remembers the long nights with you, both of you up at ungodly hours, dressed down in your pajamas. He remembers being on the phone with you, staring intently at the slumped beds that had begun to slowly form under your bottom lashes and the faded look of drowsiness on your drooping face. He remembers your hands, tiny cuts of all shapes and sizes dented in your skin from the many slip ups and paper attacks that happened that night and previous night. He remembers the afternoons slowly turning to evenings and then nights and he remembers you working nonstop on your invitation cards. Each were just a tad bit different, some of the handmade decorations being different sizes and beautified certain ways to mask the small but noticeable mistakes you made on some of them. He remembers how proud you looked everytime you finished a card, showing him while flashing the widest grin he's ever seen from you. He remembers how pretty each card looked..

Why didn't anyone show up?

"I suppose everyone was busy today," You said, but he couldn't tell if you were trying to answer the silent question in the air or trying to tell yourself that to make yourself feel better, "I knew I should've waited til' the weekend.."

"Why.. Where is.." He didn't know what to say. You were pretty well known throughout school, everyone loved you or so it seemed. Why is he the only one here?

"Y'know, when I first started passing out the cards, most people told me that they probably couldn't make it. It made me a little sad, but then I was asked if I could help them out.." You told him. He hated the look in your eyes as you said it, "Heh..I ran all over the place running errands for all those people..they said that because of me they'll have enough time to at least stop by and drop off their gifts.." You began to walk, your shoes dragging against the wooden flooring of your living room, Muichiro cringed at the screaking sound it made.

"I did all of that..and no one showed. I waited all day.." Your voice was so shaky and fragile, like a mirror slowly cracking. It felt like the shards of glass were slowly falling off and shoved down his throat.

Then your voice suddenly raised, "But it's okay!" You said, "It's okay," You repeated, "That just means there's more cake for the two of us to enjoy!" You stop right infront of the large cake, your head rolling to look back at him. His own mirror began to slowly crack as his teal eyes met your teary ones and you flashed him a smile, one thinned out instead of the usual full, bright one you always blessed him with.

It was heartbreaking. It made him want to cry. And he did. He didn't realize it, but the tears had begun to slide down his cheeks one after another..

"I'm..so sorry," He said as if he wasn't the only one standing here before you, "..I'm so sorry, Y/n.."

"Why are you apologizing? It's okay, Mui. Don't feel bad. I'm okay.." You croaked, watching with your bottom lip shaking as he neared you. Biting down on the skin when he enveloped you and his sobs filled your ears.

"It's okay. I'm okay. I'm..I.." With a loud hiccup to signal that the dam has broke, you fell apart completely. Body trembling as you leaned into his shoulder, mumbling words of reassurances over and over like a damaged record.

"I'm..fine.. I'm okay.. No need to cry.." You said, but your words comforted neither him or you—if anything, it only made your tears come out in quicker, thicker clumps, completely ruining the little makeup look you had spent an embarrassing amount of time doing.

At some point, you two hit the floor. Neither of you noticed it, but you were curled up in each others arms on the cold, lonely floor. Tears wetting each others' sleeves. It was a mortifying sight. If anyone walked in, there's a chance you'd both be made fun of for being such crybabies over a simple birthday party gone wrong.

But you never left his embarace and he never left yours. You both sat there, tangled in that messy embrace and sobbing, heavy feelings weighing in both of your hearts.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

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forgedraptor · 2 months

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Law had always lived a checkered life; when his family passed away and he was forced into the foster system, he had to go back and forth in adoption homes because no family could handle his attitude problems and anger issues, in those times, hed seen a lot of the nitty and gritty, the harsh & dark twisted realities that was abundant in the world, sick of it all Law had run away and lived on the streets where two brothers found him rooting through the trashbins.

For the first time, someone other than his original family looked at him with kindness. for the first time they didn't see a kid with an attitude problem and anger issues, but a child so traumatized that to protect themselves they took to anger and violence.

They took Law in, grabbed him by the scruff of his clothing like a cat and practically dragged him away kicking and screaming back to their home. Looking back at it, was a good thing that the area was near the Donquixote brothers estate, because the noise would have surely gotten the attention of passerbys, instead, Law was ignored by the Donquixote Family members and helpers as he screeched bloody murder

Dumped in a bath, new clothes and a full late dinner later, Law was too tired and too content with a full belly, clean clothes and a warm room to complain and had promptly fallen asleep even though he tried so hard not to.

It was a rough start at first, he hated he brothers and their meddling. he thought they pitied him and did it as a charity to boost their egos. It was only when he ran away and got caught in a gang fight causing Rosinante to get shot protecting him that made him realize that the brothers were real in their kindness. that they had experienced what he did and didint want him to go through that pain. When Doffy rushed to them with Sengoku at his heels, pale, clothes in disarray and carrying a medical bag to check Rosi and Laws injuries, and a scared and terrified look on his face, Law's walls shattered and he cried. cried for his loss of his family, cried for the pain he had to endure in his foster homes and past foster parents, cried for the hunger and violence he experinced living in the street and he cried for the kindness of these two brothers , for not giving up on him like the others did and for loving him, truly caring and loving him as if he was their own. Falling asleep with his hands around a dozing Rosinante and Doflamingo, he had finally opened his heart, even if its just a few people, once again. And the rest they say, is history.

He really should start calling back Cora-san and Doffy, theyve been pestering him to go on another family outing just the three of them, but with the stress of work and the flowers growing out of his lungs- is stopping him from going. maybe he was afraid of their meddling, he knows for a fact that Rosi and Doffy wouldn't let him rot away and die when they can help it, and Law knows hes weak against their concern and care, especially Cora-sans, but hes not ready to let go just yet, he wants to keep feeling these bubbly and fond feelings when he sees Luffy smile, when he hears his laugh. He loves loving Luffy, and he wants to savour loving him as long as he can afford to.

#lawlu #lulaw #monkey d. luffy #trafalgar d water law #one piece #hanahaki au #fr fics #ive been writting things in twt lol this is uhh p3?? haha just more on law n his life :3 #v self indulgent

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pasteloctoz · 4 months

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Damihux

Christmas ass lookin colors

My favorite couple bc these beautiful specimens need more appreciations.

any trigger warnings will be seperated from the rest and put at the bottom (probably not too many, its just a precaution :])

Hux is pan n transmasc, Damien is queer.

Search up frederic chen on yt (love their content) the way they dress/do make up is how i imagine damien dresses especially after not talking to his mom as much (bc he doesnt feel the pressure of her looming over him anymore.) And ppl like gavin pushing him to try new things.

Hux does the thing that Nick does in Heartstopper. "I'm bi, not gay" but instead he says pan. Bc pan/bi representation is important!!!

Hux is African-American and his other mom is Puerto-Rican (is that how you spell it?) So he grew up with Puerto Rica culture. While Damien is Mexicana. Sometimes they'll use some random slang that they grew up with in their respective houshold and the other will be just- slightly confused as to what it means.

They have a cat named shrimp and huxley calls him their firstborn child. To which damien deems "stupid" or "dumb" while being so flushed hed practically be a working furnace

Hux looks at damien with that loveheart eye look where you just KNOW hes admiring his partner like theyre the only light in the world. When Damien notices he just asks, "....... what?....." while a bit flushed.

Huxley never had the money to get top surgery until after he graduated from Damn. His moms wanted to help pay but he insisted that they didn't have to worry about it.

Once he's gotten top surgery, Damien does nothing but worry and take care of him. They would be attached at the fuckin hip istg-

Hux's favorite game is Dark Souls and everytime Damien tries to play it he gets angry and eventually just ends up leaning on hux and watching him play.

Damien is a big fucking fan of the final fantasy games. But somehow the only time hes gotten Hux to play a game made by the studio is fucking kingdom hearts. (Nothing against kingdom hearts i love kingdom hearts)

Tw: Tabacco/Vape mentions, homophobia mentions, suggestive

If you find any of these triggering feel free to scroll past (it will be in small font like this), meanwhile have a picture of my dog :D

Damien is probably more likely to vape/smoke than hux bc of his anxiety. Hux would honestly be more of a clean lungs advocate (he doesn't judge ppl who use drugs though- its not his buisness).

Usually when ppl are being homophobic to the two, hux calms damien down but one time damien just grabbed hux by the cheeks and gave him a real sloppy kiss. Casually took hux's hand afterward and teasingly whispered "scared them off, didnt we?"

Like- we know hux is always gonna make the first move but you cant tell me there hasnt been atleast once where damien made hux so flushed roses were growing out of his locs.

#Ive had this in my drafts for like a week finished #I just didnt wanna tag it #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted headcanons #redacted huxley #redacted damien #damihux #redacted damn crew #☠️ hcs #pansexual #queer #transmasc

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honeykawa · 1 year

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Safe pt. 2

pairing: dabi x reader

genre: revenge, fluff at the end

warnings: violence, death, cussing

word count: 650

summary: dabi hadnt been able to shake the weight on his chest ever since you had been attacked. hed felt responsible for what happened and he was going to avenge you no matter what.

a/n: this is a pt. 2 to Safe so be shre to read that first before reading this part!

dabis head had been a mess ever since you had gotten jumped. when you were out there was this gnawing feeling in his stomach that refused to leave. it was like there was a weight on his chest that felt like rocks were crushing him. hed never felt so anxious and utterly helpless, especially when it came to other people.

he tried to get you off of his mind over the few days you were out. no matter how many things he burned, no matter how many things he wanted to punch, kick, or scream at, none of it would wake you up. his hands refused to stop shaking just thinning about you laying in that hospital bed. he wasnt there. you were injured because of his incompetence. youve healed him so many times and this is how he repays you? dabis mind was clouded in these thoughts and it was evident to everyone to not mess with him.

after some more talking he finally got you to describe what the ‘heroes’ that attacked you looked like and he immediately started to look for them. the anger was rising in his chest just thinking about what they did to you. for their sake they better reveal themselves to dabi sooner rather than later.

“—yeah and if we see that healer for the lov again we need to finish the job. i cant believe we let them get away.”

“right? our first big break and we screwed it up. at least we left them in a pretty bad state so we sent a message back to those villains that us new heroes arent to be messed with”

their cocky attitudes made dabis blood boil. he stepped out in front of these two shitheads blocking their path.

“ohh so you new heroes arent to be messed with? going after my partner was a pretty bold statement but making an enemy out of me by hurting my most important person?” dabi pulled a hand out of his pocket, making a flame appear. dabis face darkened, hes been waiting for this day ever since he was informed by twice what had happened and now was his chance to avenge you, “im going to fucking kill you both for that”

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dabi walked back to the lov covered in soot and slight bleeding from his scars. he may have gone a little overboard but he had to make them repent for what they did to you.

“dabi?” you poked your head from around the corner only to see your boyfriend injured. the way your eyes widened made dabi chuckle to himself. “what happened to you?!” you immediately rushed over to him and his heart fluttered at you worrying over him. he loved you. he loved you so much. he grabbed your hand that was trying to assess the damage on him and leaned in and kissed you on your lips. the feeling of your soft lips on his calmed him down and the last of the worry and regret he had was finally washed away.

“just finished taking out the trash.” the way your eyebrows furrowed made it known to him that you were skeptical but you just sighed not wanting to press any more questions. “well as long as youre not totally injured. cmon, lets go heal you up” you grabbed his hand to go he obliged. hed follow you anywhere, hell and back if you asked. he wasnt going to let anyone touch his only source of happiness, hed always protect you.

#dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #bnha imagines #mha imagines #dabi fic

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puhpandas · 8 months

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Watch

(2,984 words)

Gregory dies saving the Pizzaplex from the virus. In return, Evan saves Gregory by giving him the gift of life. Evan is done with just watching. (warnings: major character (child) death (gregory), implied murder, implied stabbing, blood.

Evan had to go fight his Father on his own.

Vanessa had been too incapacitated. Too distraught to come along. She'd woken up not too long after Gregory had freed her, hair greasy and wirey and body weak, knees wobbly. It had only gotten worse after she'd seen the cost.

Theres nothing Evan could have helped with. All he could do is finish things.

His Father had gone down easily. Theres not much you can do as an animatronic on the brink of collapse, no matter how much of your virus is spread across the network. No matter how many brute machines you have at your command. Its hard to kill somebody whose already dead. To hurt somebody who isnt tangible.

All Evan had to do was call in a favor.

The amalgamation hadn't needed any more than a promise. It had thrown itself at his Father, giving itself up to secure that his Father is gone forever. For good.

Evan had promised to set the fire. He knows that Freddy has a lighter in his finger. He knows that his Father is stuck, and is at Evan's will.

Evan has the power to take the call, here. He can set the fire whenever he wants. He gets to choose when it all ends.

He hasn't, yet. He just needs to see Gregory again.

Vanessa has barely moved by the time Evan phases through floors, arriving back in Vannys old hideout. Shes sitting up, but unmoving. Before, her shoulders shook harshly with barely contained grief.

Now, it's like shes empty. Like there's nothing left of her.

After what was lost to free her, Evan understands why.

He can barely look, once he floats next to Vanessa. Gregory is right where Evan had left him, still laid flat on the linoleum tile under Vanessa's hunched form.

Shes almost curled around him, as if to protect him. He cant be protected much, anymore. But he deserves to have whats left of him taken care of.

It hurts so much more than the others when Evan forces himself to look. Nothings changed; Gregory is still unmoving, eyes open and unseeing. The knife is discarded to their left, tossed in some corner to rot.

The floor is a mess. Gregorys blood stains every crevice. His blue shirt is barely recognizable, violent rips and tears litter the area near his stomach, and blood stains the fabric a sickening black.

Evan stares at his face. It doesnt so much as twitch.

He knows better than to beg. He knows better than to hope, or plead, or wish.

He's dead. Evan knows. He's known this whole time. He knew when he'd gone off to fight his Father. To get revenge.

Gregory's dead.

It hurts so much more than the others.

Evan floats downwards, sitting by Gregory's body next to Vanessa as much as he can as a ghost. She doesn't seem to register that hes there, just staring blankly at Gregory. At the empty husk of the boy Evan had just begun to know.

Shes already expressed her grief. She'd yelled and screamed and sobbed when he'd still been alive, clinging to life by a thread, but despite Vanessa's attempts, he'd died in her arms.

They'd only shared little words before it was over.

They'd watched as the life left his eyes. Evan watched as Gregory went still in that way only dead people can. He'd watched as Vanessa fell apart.

It hurt so much more than the others.

He'd just been getting to know Gregory. He'd only scraped the surface. He'd only known Gregory for six hours, but he'd felt like he'd known him for a lifetime.

He'd just been getting to know him, and Evan had been planning to stick around. He'd been planning to follow Gregory. He'd been planning to take the one child who'd been brave enough, smart enough, to survive, and lead him to the source.

Hed been planning on finally doing something. He'd been planning on ending it all, and saving one child out of it. He'd been planning on being done with watching, and doing something about it. He'd tried to help the others, to guide them where it mattered, help them survive, but they'd been snuffed out before they could begin.

And all Evan could do is watch.

He's so tired of just watching.

"Gr-- Gree-- Gregory..." Freddys voice filters out of the watch, crackling and glitching. "Gregor-- ory-- Please tell me you are saf-- fe. I cannot re-- each you--"

Something snaps in Evan, at that. Freddy doesn't know. Freddy had tried so hard, like Evan had, to save someone. To save one person after so many were lost.

Evan has seen Freddy. Hes seen them all. Hes seen how they all wake up the next day horrified at the blood under their claws, and the memories of murdering burned into their code. Evan has seen how all Freddy's been able to do is watch as he's hijacked, unable to fight back, and forced to sit backseat in his own body.

This time had been different. Freddy had been spared. Freddy had fought for Gregory. Freddy didnt just watch this time.

Evan doesnt want to just watch anymore.

Evan's stomach burns, normally, his soul is cold, as lifeless ghosts are. Just a figment of who he used to be.

So unlike the chill hes used too, how unfeeling he usually is, warmth bursts in his stomach, at hot as fire, and it swirls. Unfurling and spreading.

It tingles, prickling and sharp, and to Evan, somehow, it feels like an invitation.

Evan had been the first. He'd been there for it all. He'd been there when Charlie had died. He'd been there when she had given life to the other children. He'd been there when they'd all lost their humanity. He'd been there for the first fire, the second, and soon, the third.

Evan had been the first.

His chest burns with intensity, hot and bubbling.

Gregory will be the last.

He welcomes it; the simmering feeling underneath the film of numbness. It claws to escape, and Evan let's it.

He curls inward, a burst of light shining from his body, and at its warmth, it's like Vanessa comes back to life. She jerks when a glow spreads across the room, twisting her neck to watch it with wide eyes.

He cups his hands gently, shutting his eyes and reaching inward.

The Remnant responds to him. It hears him. It hears his grief, his wishes, and his determination.

Like the others, Gregory never deserved to die. Like the others, he'd been lost to his Father. Like the others, he'd been lost to a long string of tragedy that began on the day Evan died.

His chest opens, a yellow, pinprick of light seeping out and into his hands.

Unlike the others, Gregory will be the last.

Evan holds the remnant gently as can be, and ignores the blatant emptiness inside of him. He ignores how much weaker he feels. He ignores how he essentially just halved his life force.

Instead, he offers the life to Gregory's body, like giving a gift.

It receives it.

The light seeps into Gregory's body, spreading across his injuries and soaking in. Light crawls across his skin, spiderwebbing and stitching skin and flesh together.

The light mends Gregory's body, fixing what had been broken.

Evan never thought that anything involved with his Father could be good. That it could help instead of hurt.

But when Vanessas lights up as Gregory's eyes ignite with life, all gifted by the warmth in Evan's soul, he thinks it's not the magic that's bad, but the man who wields it.

Its agonizing; waiting those few seconds for Gregory to wake up, but the shine that had re-entered his eyes only grows brighter when he gasps harshly, jerking to life.

With a cry of joy, Evan shoots forward, attempting a hug as much as he can as a ghost. At the same time, Vanessa sobs with barely contained relief and reaches out, pulling Gregory out of the puddle of his own blood and setting him gently against her chest.

Evan meets his eyes, and man, do they look exhausted, but they also look alive. Evan cant contain the grin on his face when Gregory's eyes dart to him, seeing but not. Hes still in that stage between floaty and aware, but Evan waits for him.

It only takes a moment for Gregory himself to understand, but then hes clutching back, breaths deep, life laced within every intake of air.

Vanessa is crying. Shoulder shaking sobs that leave tracks down the dirt and blood on her face, and snot smudged across her cheek.

He doesnt blame her. Evan feels more alive than he has in a long time.

"You--" Gregory rasps out before coughing, but despite the fact, it's the most beautiful sound Evan's heard in years. Compared to the last words Gregory spoke before now being goodbyes. "You saved me."

Evan knows that Gregory knows. He knows everything. When Evan shared a piece of himself with Gregory, it connected them. Their souls are entertwined, now.

Evan feels the remnants of true fear deep inside Gregory of truly dying. He feels the relief that its over. He feels the accomplishment that nobody else will be lost.

Evan knows Gregory knows his feelings, as well. Evan knows Gregory feels the grief for the others. He knows he feels the satisfaction of sending his Father back to Cassidy. He knows he feels the anger at being forced to observe for so long.

So Evan just nods, the permanent tears on his face growing thicker and inkier. "I did."

And it's as simple as that.

Gregorys tucked under Vanessa's chin, her stringy hair falling out of what used to be a ponytail. Shes still sobbing, and Evan doesnt think she'd be able to do much of anything right now.

That's okay. Evan knows Vanessa had cried for the others, too. He knows Vanessa had been horrified at the memories. He knows shed been lost for years.

"You're you?" Gregory asks, weak and thready. He brings up a shaky hand and sets it on Vanessa's arm. Shes still wearing the bunny suit; she hadn't had it in her to tear it off when the only thing shed been focused on was the kid who saved her dying in her arms.

All Vanessa does is nod, over and over, almost deliriously. "Yes--" She sobs. "Because-- Because of you."

And its right there that Evan let's himself relish in the fact that they're all here. After watching so much grief and tragedy take place, its finally over. Gregory saved them, and now Evan was able to save Gregory.

He laughs in delight, feeling more hope and warmth than he has in a long time.

Three victims sit in a circle, relieved and alive.

"Gr-r--" Gregory's watch sputters to life, staticky and warbling. "Gregory-- I'm so worried about yo-- you-- P-P-Please respo--"

Three sets of eyes blow open.

"Freddy!"

👻

Gregory and Evan had been alone together all night. Freddy wasnt able to follow them everywhere, and Gregory, with that determination that saved them that night, carried them far. Deep into the belly of the beast.

But its only when they finally haul themselves up when the clock gets a little too close to six, hop in Vanessa's car, and hightail it to her apartment that Gregory and Evan are alone again.

Vanessa, with a little more energy in her step, had followed through with her promise. Before they'd left, she said she would set the fire. All she wanted to do is take care of a few things. Freddy went along with her, wanting to collect his friends when they wake up free of the virus.

It's just the two of them, now. They're sitting (floating, in Evan's case) on Vanessa's couch, Gregory is eating some cereal, since its all Vanessa had on hand, and hes wearing one of Vanessa's too-big shirts when his had been too ruined to keep.

Theres some cartoon on the TV about a girl and a weird blue floating blob, but Evan isnt paying attention. Not when Gregory is staring at his bowl with furrowed brows, lost in thought.

Evan can tell he wants to say something, so he just sits patiently, and stays quiet when Gregory eventually starts opening and closing his mouth, trying to find the words.

"Evan--" Gregory begins eventually, and when Evan looks over, Gregory's looking at the carpet instead of him. "Um... can I ask you something?"

Evan nods. "Of course."

"Kay." Gregory responds, and then sighs, scratching the back of his neck and fiddling with the fold of fabric where his stomach is. "Uh... well..."

Evan stays silent, waiting for Gregory to gather his thoughts. Evan had hated it when people rushed him when he spoke while he was alive. He wasnt stupid, just nervous.

Eventually, Gregory throws his hands down and huffs, as if biting the bullet. He turns to Evan, looking him in the eyes as he asks, "Why did you save me?"

Evan blinks, and looks at Gregory, confused. They'd already communicated everything when Gregory woke up. "What do you mean?"

Gregory fidgets again, glancing to the side and looking frustrated. "Well-- I mean... just, why did you choose me?"

Evan furrows his brows. "Um... I dont understand."

Gregory growls, but Evan can sense it's not at him, just at Gregory's own scrambled thoughts. He rubs at his eyes, before, "I mean--!. eight other kids went missing before me."

Evan starts to get it. "Oh."

"Just... why did you save me?" Gregory asks again, a little more surely this time. "Like... you literally gave up half of your life force just so I wouldnt die. You met so many other kids that didnt make it... I... just want to know why you see me as so special to sacrifice for."

Evan shakes his head, twisting in place to better face Gregory. He tries to convey so much in one motion, his brain swirling with thoughts, and remnants of feeling from past memories.

"Gregory..." Evan glances downward, an old feeling of grief coming back. It's his old friend at this point. "...Nobody deserved to die. Nobody. But... in a way, some of us didnt. I'm still here, and I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. I'm technically living, arent I?"

Gregory nods, but he looks confused. "Yeah, I would say so. But what does this have to do with what I said?"

Evan looks at the couch, watching as his fingers phase through the cushion. "I mean... the others, they died, but they didnt leave. They were still there, but... they weren't living. Bit by bit, they lost themselves, until they really were as good as dead."

Gregory is silent, so Evan continues. "I didnt feel like I was living for a long time, even though I technically wasnt dead. I had my friend. That's what we had that the others didnt. That's how we held on. But when she left... I had to stay for her to, as well, and I was stuck. I couldn't see my family. I was living, but I didnt want to be. I was living, but didnt have a life."

Evan glances up, and sees Gregory's own face looking back at him, eyes sad. Evan frowns, feeling decades of memories creep back up on him. He shoves them down. "All I did was watch tragedy and death occur for years, while I was alone. And I couldnt do a thing about it."

"You were done just watching." Gregory mumbles.

Evan nods. "...I was. So when you came along, and you survived, and dodged death, and saved everybody... you didnt deserve to die. More than the others. After all youd done, you deserved to live."

Theres a stretch of silence, after that. Evan has patience to spare, so when Gregory just stares, probably turning Evan's words over in his head, he waits.

After a while, Gregory tries to set a hand on Evan's shoulder, but it phases through. Gregory frowns, eyes downcast as he stares at his body dissipating at Gregory's touch, falling away like sand. "You havent felt alive in a long time, huh...?"

Theres that connection, again. Evan's gonna have to get used to this; he hasnt been connected to someone this way since Cassidy.

He nods, but in the melancholy, he smiles, and looks pointedly at Gregory. "Yeah," He agrees. "but that changed."

Gregory understands quickly. Evan pushed all of his feelings and earnesty towards that seemingly now permanent sense of Gregory presence, after all. He looks suprised, if his wide eyes are any indication, but then he finally sees the undeniable smile on Evans face, and Evan can sense that Gregory believes him.

Tears swim in Gregory's eyes, and he wipes at them half heartedly, grin on his face. He chuckles wetly. "Would you believe me if I said nobody has ever said something like that to me?"

Evan fractures, smiling. "Not really. I doubt you've met a lot of other dead people."

"Youd be right." Gregory replies. "Man, I wish I could hug you. It doesnt feel right just letting you sit there and be all... ghosty after saying something like that."

Evan chuckles at that, smile wide. "Put your arms around me."

Gregory raises a brow, but does it anyway.

It's funny. How Gregory, a boy who was in the wrong place at the wrong time saved the ones at the heart of the tragedy. He saved everyone without being involved himself, and Evan cant help but feel like Gregory saved him as well, in a way.

And Evan, who shuts his eyes and brings forth every ounce of power he has as a poltergeist, let's his body fall against another solid one, and sink into the hug.

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#i kinda just wanted to explore evans character.#he isnt present in the day of security breach (he finally got some rest thank god)#but i imagine it would be even more miserable than before.#before #he had cassidy after a few years of being completely alone #but he had to watch the others become like animals #save for charlie.#now #he knows his family is dead #and that theyre waiting for him. but he has to stay tethered to the real world because of cassidy #shes determined to keep afton in hell #but when glitchtrap was created (its what we thought before ruin. w glitchtrap being afton but not actually him) he rained hell upon the pi #and hes forced to stay miserable and away from his family for her. plus he has to watch other children die without being able to do anythin #i just think it would be really awful. hes lost his tether #he probably felt empty for a long time. years and years. but then gregory comes along and he has somebody again :)#imagine 3 star fam happens as normal but now with evan!#he and gregory are soul bonded now and basically brothers lol. remnant brothers. golden duo just became golden triplets #flashlight duo #my fics #pandas writes #gregory and evan #evan afton #fnaf gregory #fnaf fic #blood warning #death warning #knife warning #stabbing warning #stabbing mention #implied death

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Hey, hey sunshine, considering how many cute sketches with a Medic you draw for people

Can I ask a question to a Medic from your headcannons?

Mr. Medic, what was the first reaction of Heavy to your autism? Did he notice sensory overload or other signs of autism not characteristic of neurotypical people? (may the author forgive me for such stupid questions ":D)

from very near the beginning most of the mercs would know something is a bit different about him, it would be fairly obvious if youre paying enough attention. medic wouldnt really mask very much (if at all) so other people would pick up on something eventually.

the rest under the cut because. this got a bit longer than intended ^^;

when medic makes eye contact its either all or nothing, hes either staring into your soul the whole time or he isnt looking at your face at all. hes more than happy to talk for hours on end about what he wants to talk about and doesnt really notice that he hasnt given the other person a chance to speak for the past 40 minutes. he doesnt really hide his stims (with a few exceptions) so it wouldnt be uncommon to see him rocking in his seat even if only a little or wringing his hands or waving them around when hes excited or anything like that. hes openly very picky about certain foods and drinks. ive already mentioned him having very low empathy. he tends to already be fairly quick to annoyance and anger but nothing pushes him over the edge like hearing sounds out in the common areas of the base while hes trying to sleep or focus on something and hes gotten into more than one argument trying to get whichever merc is out there being loud to be quiet. etc etc etc i could go on.

but at first even though a lot of this would be noticed by the other mercs many of them would just assume its because hes a little weird and eccentric or something, but eventually each of them would probably get their chance to learn more about it or possibly be forced to learn about it if the situation called for it.

now to finally get to heavy xD

he would have noticed many of these traits and like some of the others just brushed it off as medic being a bit weird at first, but i think hed get his first realization moment the first time that medic has a shutdown in front of him (hed have meltdowns too but hed be more prone to shutdown. it does depend on the situation though). maybe they had a really tough battle that day, medic maybe loses a glove and gets some clothes ripped or something, everyones dying everyones getting hurt even more and worse than usual, its completely awful the entire time and medic starts getting sensory overload but has to keep going until they finish the battle obviously. anyway maybe they actually manage to pull off the win somehow and when heavy goes to congratulate medic, hes unresponsive. not completely unresponsive but hes walking around avoiding touching or even standing too close to everything and everyone, he hasnt said a single word since the battle ended (and come to think of it, he had been talking less and less as the battle progressed), any of his usual over the top expressiveness is completely gone. heavy tries to figure out whats wrong but all his questions are met with a blank stare and medic more or less trying to get away from him. so heavy is thinking this is awful,, something broke doktor,, but, look, heavy is a smart man ok?

hed figure out that medic clearly isnt in the mood for talking so hed instead try short yes and no questions in his usual quiet and caring way. are you injured? are you angry with someone? do you want to be alone? can i help? and medic maybe answers with a small head shake or a little hum of affirmation, which takes a lot of energy and he wants nothing more than to collapse right there on the floor, but if it means heavy will be able to understand whats going on and it will get him the best outcome as fast as possible then he tries his best. heavy doesnt really know exactly whats going on but he works out that the poor guy just needs to be alone for a while so he helps escort him to his room or the infirmary or wherever he leads and helps keep everyone else away from him. once they get there heavy stands outside and waits because he realizes that anyone coming in there to bother medic is definitely one of the worst things that could happen at that moment, and he does it without asking.

it would take several hours because it takes medic about an hour of sitting in a quiet corner to even recover enough to clean himself up from the battle, and after that he collapses on any flat surface he can find that isnt the floor to take a nap, and once he wakes up from that he spends a bit of time quietly interacting with his birds or organizing some medical equipment before finally he goes to find heavy and is pleasantly surprised to find him essentially guarding the door. at that point he answers any of heavys questions, explains autism to him as best as he can and in detail, lists exactly what caused the problem that day, exactly what some of his traits are, explains exactly what to do if something like this happens again in the future. etc. so after that heavy would connect the dots between this and some of medics other traits and would have a better understanding of it and do everything he can to support medic if needed and umm yeah :]!!!!

#autism #tf2 #tf2 medic #tf2 heavy #thank you for this ask!!!!#i love talking about this so so so so much thank you for asking me this #no art just because i have some other things i have to work on #and if i drew a reply to every ask id be here all day #but yippee ^^!! this was fun for me thanks #replies from the void #the doc is in

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inej-ruination-ghafa · 1 year

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SUGAR: OUTBREAK DAY

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Warnings: blood, violence, guns, attempted sexual assault, mentions of sex, swearing, main character death

Summary: you had never expected the day to go lik it did, you were expecting a normal day but when the world broke out in infection, you had to figure out what to do

Wordcount: 9.2k

— and as the long long nights begin, I think of all that might have been, waiting here for evermore

September 26th 2003, the day that would one day become infamous. But when you woke up on that hot Texas apartment in your apartment, your best friend sleeping on the couch in the other room after a long day of work, you werent expecting anything bad to happen. In fact, this could have been one of the best days of your life if it had gone well.

You had woken Tommy up after you’d gotten dressed. He was still in his clothes from yesterday par the grey shirt he had been wearing which had been stained with grease from his job and you had subsequently thrown it into your washing basket.

Tommy Miller was your best friend and that was it. He was the light to your darkness, the yin to your yang but he was just your best friend despite your fleeting obsession with him. If you could tell Tommy how you felt for him, a weight would be lifted off your shoulders but instead you sit in the living room area of your loft, carrying the weight of your love like Atlas.

But you wouldnt have it any other way. As long as you had Tommy in your life, as long as you could see the smile on his face or hear his laugh over the telephone, you didnt care. Right now you were content with your unrequited love for the slightly older man, knowing hed never feel the same way.

He came out of your bathroom in a fresh pair of clothes - he always left a spare pair of clothes or two in your small loft, knowing that he was probably going to spend the night.

Tommy looked at you, his breath hitching in his throat as he watched you brush your hair in the mirror, a bobby pin stuck between your teeth as you tried to fashion your hair into something you’d seen in one of the magazines sprawled across your coffee table.

He didnt understand why he felt this way, why he looked at you and yearned to reach forward and kiss the delicate skin at the back of your neck, why he wanted to reach behind you, winding his arms around you, hands on your stomach which was exposed from your shirt riding up.

You were four years his junior but his best friend through thick and thin for the last 6 years and he wouldnt change you for anyone. Maybe that was the problem, maybe he loved you too much deep down, maybe there was too much love in his heart and without you hed explode.

Before he could think too much and worry himself like he always did, you turned around, that smile on your face forcing him to light up as well, “You ready to go?” He asked and you nodded, skipping over to where he stood. You threw him the keys, watching as he caught them with ease before opening the door, gesturing for you to go first.

You two drove to Joels house, laughing like normal as you carpooled. The sound of your No Doubt echoing through the car as you tried to convince him to sing along, watching a smile pull at his lips even when he sai that he didnt want to sing along.

In the next few months, Tommy would think about this day every single waking moment and wish he had done something else. He would wish that he had sung along with you one last time as the cassette played, wish that he had hugged Sarah one last time when he got through the door, wish he had actually bought his brother something to show how much he cared, wish he would’ve told you everything.

But as he parked up on Joels driveway, he didnt know what the future would hold and didnt know that he would wish hed done more on the last day of the world.

Tommy fumbled around in his pockets for the keys, finally pulling them out and unlocking the door and walking into tthe house.

You loved the Millers house, there was something about the warmth of it that you wished you’d have had as a child. You wished that you had thier life and maybe that’s why you always enjoyed it when they let you in, welcoming you as a family member.

Tommy walked through the kitchen, smacking his brother on his shoulder, “Hey, you still alive you old fucker,” he said, walking round the corner and opening the fridge.

Sarah chuckled, looking over at Joel, “Ah, he loves you,” she said sarcastically, a smile on her face.

Joel rolled his eyes, watching as his brother pulled a carton of orange juice out of the fridge, “He’s dependant on me, it’s not the same,” he said, narrowing his eyes at his brother.

Joel would never admit it but he still cared about his brother even if he was too dependent on him. He’d noticed that since you had come along, Tommy had been a better person, more involved in Sarahs life and he was grateful for that every day. He was grateful to have the brother back that he had before he went to war.

Tommy scoffed from where he was leaning against the counter, removing th carton of juice from his lips, “I’m not dependant, you asshole,” he said.

You shook your head as you listened to his bickering, “Be nice Tommy,” you reprimanded, looking over at him before pulling the small box from behind your back and placing it on the table, “happy birthday Joel,”

“Nice to see you kiddo,” he said before looking down at the little box, “You didnt have to get me anything,”

You shook your head, “Its just a little something, you’ve done so much for me, i thought you deserved something,” you explained. Joel had helped you through your tough times at college, giving you a job as a receptionist when he didnt have to, letting you crash at his and Tommys house when you left your boyfriend. He gave you so much and never asked for anything in return.

He looked at the box and you nodded, watching as he pulled the packaging open. He looked at it, a picture frame with a picture from Joels last birthday, his and Tommys arms wrapped around a laughing Sarah. He looked up at you, eyes wide, “This is lovely sugar,”

“This is how you treat someone on their birthday Tommy,” You said with a smile, jokingly.

He rolled his eyes, “Whatever, you want some orange juice sugar?” He asked, holding the carton out to you from where you stood.

Your face scrunched up in disgust and a part of him wanted to smile at how adorable the little scrunch in your nose looked, “After you drank it straight from the carton? I'll have to pass,” you stated.

Tommy chuckled, putting the carton back in the fridge before looking around the room, “I thought we were having pancakes?” He questioned.

Joel shook his head, watching as you walked over to the other side of the kitchen counter, “We’ll pick you up something,”

He watched as you stood next to him, also leaning against the kitchen counter as Tommy wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He had never seen his brother this happy, this comfortable around someone and he knew you were it for him.

“The framing men aren’t here yet,” Tommy stated and you recalled the call that he had received on the way to Joels house.

Joel rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh as he placed his knife and fork down, “But we cant start pouring until we have the framework,” he stated, annoyed.

“I know, that’s what I told them,” Tommy said, now sounding just as exasperated as his brother did, “We could bring another guy on maybe,”

“I barely want to share this job with you,” he said, shaking his head before looking down at his food and then back at Tommy, “You can work a double,”

Sarah rolled her eyes. This was her fathers birthday and she wanted to spend time with him, “Today? Dad,” she complained.

Whilst the two of them were planning a movie date, you and Tommy had decided to go out to some bar to celebrate the end of the summer before you were going to start your first teaching job.

Joel looked at his daughters annoyed face and he could feel the guilt catching up to him, “Ill pick you up a cake,” he promised.

Joel jumped up, looking at his wrist before he realised he didnt have a watch on and looked around to find a clock, deciding what time he was going to leave the house, especially now that they needed extra time to work on the build. Little did they know it was never going to finish.

“Finish up quick, we’ll drop you two ladies off,” he said, finishing his cup of coffee before placing it next to the sink.

Sarah groaned, looking up at him, “But I’m still eating my eggshells!” She exclaimed, acting annoyed even as she picked a piece of shell out from betwee her front teeth

“And i haven't even had any food,” you said, looking around the kitchen, arms folded across your chest.

“Whatever!” Joel yelled out as he started to walk through the door to go and get changed.

“Your shirts inside out dickhead,” you called out from where you stood, annoyed that he wasnt feeding you when you came over for breakfast.

Tommy laughed at your issue with Joel, “He’s losing it isn’t he,” he joked.

He smiled to himself as he saw your face turned down in a pout, frustrated about not having any breakfast. For a split second, he wanted to lean down and kiss that sad look on your face away but he ignored that urge, fighting the blush that rose to his cheeks.

“Yeah, and if you don’t get me food on the way to training today Mr Miller, I swear to God,” you said, stepping away from him and poking him in the chest.

He held his hands up in surrender, a mock look of fear on his face as he looked down at you, “Okay little lady, Jesus, you’re feisty for such a tiny girl,” he stated, managing to manoeuvre his way around you.

You rolled your eyes, “Shut up Tommy,”

“Yes ma’am,” he said with a smirk, watching you as you walked out of the door.

He fel his heart pounding in his chest as he looked at you and for the first time ever, he had the intense urge to let you know how he felt, how he wanted you to feel the same way.

He didnt even reason he had frozen there, watching you as you walked away until Sarah came by, laughing at him as she teased him about his obvious feelings for you.

The sound of your voice teasing him from outside brought him back to reality as he turned and sneered at Sarahs comment before rushing after you, a smile on his face as he playfully teased you.

You looked back at him, a wide smile on your face and he felt his heart stop in his chest at the sight. You were about to get into the car when you heard someone call out your name and turned to see Mr Adler and Nana sitting in their front garden.

"Morning Mr Adler," You said, Tommy following your sentiment.

He smiled, watching you two joke around, "Hey kid, you two up to your usual hijinks?" He questioned, a smile on his face.

"Yes, yes, we managed to bury a body and rob a bank before breakfast," Tommy teased, leaning up against the car door as he looked at him.

You shook off his comment, a smile on your face, "He's joking Mr Adler, I promise,"

"Either of you want a biscuit?" The man offered.

"Ooh, yes please," you said before watching him feed one to Nana Adler, spit dripping from her lips as she ate it and he watched your nose do that title scrunch before turning to Tommy, "on second thought, Tommys buying me breakfast so I shouldn't,"

"I am?" He questioned, looking down at you

"Yeah, you are, we should get in the car,"

You walked over, calling shotgun as you rushed around the front of the car, sitting in the passenger seat as you listened to Mr Adler greeting the two, offering Joel a biscuit too.

You assumed he had seen the same disgusting sight that you had because he made a funny noise before shaking his head, "I would, but sugar here has got me on a new diet so," you had not.

"That's a shame," he said, looking over at the girl, "Would you be able to come round tonight Sarah, I'm sure Mrs Adler would love it,"

"I really can-" she started to say but her father cut her off, nodding his head as he agreed for her, "Yeah, she'll be free right after school,"

Joel walked over to the front seat before reasoning you were in it, moving to sit in the back seat alongside Sarah.

"I’ll tell you how exciting it was to listen to that fucking conversation," Tommy said, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and putting it in his mouth.

You looked over at him, trying not to find the look of him siting here, hair slicked back, a cigarette dangling from his lips too attractive but you did, hoping that he couldn’t see the blush rising on your cheeks.

"Sugar, pass the light,” he asked and you nodded, pulling a lighter out of your pocket and clicking it, watching as he leant forward , face close to yours as he lit it, the cigarette still between his lips.

Joel rolled his eyes, watching the conversation and seeing all the sexual tension between the two of you that he clearly didnt see, “What did I say? No smoking in the car,” he reprimanded.

“The windows are down though,” He said, looking at him before starting to drive off, his arm on the back of the chair as he stared to reverse and you shook your head, hoping he didnt see how attractive you thought it was.

You sat in the bar, turning your head as you heard the sound of police sirens, watching the lights flash by. You watched Tommy walk into the bathroom, watching him turn around and wave at you before he walked in.

It was just past midnight on Saturday and you had just ordered another drink, looking down at the bar as you waited for the drink to arrive and for Tommy to get back.

"You drink whiskey?" A slightly slurred voice asked and you turned your head to see a man pull up aa stool and sit next to you, a cocky smirk on his face.

There was something off about this man but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it so just assumed his strange demeanour was drunkness. He had this strange redness on his neck, almost like his veins were trying to break through the skin but you ignored it.

You turned to him, eyes narrowed, "How's that your business?" You questioned, trying not to cause an issue.

You just wanted one night where you didn't have to worry about all the things going on, about your job and your life and your unrequited love for your best friend.

He chuckled to himself, hand twitching slightly as he placed it on the bar, "It's not, I just admire a woman who can handle whiskey," he teased.

You turned away from him, taking a sip from the drink to try and ignore the man - technically it was Tommys drink but you’d face his wrath when he got back. There was something wrong but you couldn’t figure it out, instead opting to ignore your gut instinct.

The man was relentless, asking another question, "You come here often?" He asked, hand creeping up to rest on your shoulder.

"Occasionally," you stated, jolting your shoulder so that his hand fell off. There was a flash of anger that passed through his eyes and you shrunk back slightly, unsure what the hell was wrong with this guy.

"You alone? A pretty girl like you shouldn't be drinking alone," he asked, his tone turning from flirty to aggressive and you quickly looked around but Tommy was nowhere to be seen.

You placed the glass back down on the bar, thumb brushing the lipstick mark away almost subconsciously as you tried to figure out a way out of this situation. Before you even had a chance to answer, you felt a large hand wrap around your waist and you didnt even need to look back to know who’s it was, the warmth spreading and safety filling your body.

"She's not," the voice said and you looked up, eyes meeting Tommy and the second he saw the fear swimming in your eyes, he tensed up, eyes falling back on the man who was trying to hit on you.

The man scoffed as he eyes Tommy, eyes trailing from his pink shirt down to his dark blue jeans, “This your boyfriend?" He questioned, smirking as he stood up, looking Tommy in the eyes, "He's nothing special doll,”

"Why don't you shut up," he said, trying to calm the situation down as he ushered you up from the seat, arm still wrapped around your waist.

All you could do was watch, body frozen up in fear as you watched him argue with the man. You wanted to warn him and tell him there was something not quite right about this man but no words fell from your mouth.

"Why don't you back off?" The man said, squaring up to Tommy, head twitching slightly as he looked at him, brows furrowed, "She's not your girl,"

His hand reached out, grabbing onto your arm in a tight grip and you tried to squirm out of his grip, panic running through your veins.

"Let go of me," you exclaimed, trying to twist away from him but it was no use, his grip too strong. That was the thing that sent Tommy off, nobody was allowed to touch you like that. He gently let go of your waist, ready to do whatever he had to do to get the two of you out of the situation.

"Come on sugar, calm down," he said and the second that the nickname fell from his lips, he pushed the man. That was his thing, only he got to call her that and occasionally Joel. This disgusting, poor excuse of a man had no right and hat made the blood boil up in his veins.

The man scoffed as he was pushed back by Tommy, losing his grip on her and that’s the moment that Tommy gently pushed you behind him, not wanting you to get involved in the fight.

"She said let go douchebag," He said and you saw that flash of anger across that mans eyes again as he let out a primal scream and launched himself at Tommy.

He missed, stumbling to the side, and that’s when Tommy went in for a hit, punching the man square in the jaw and watching him stumble back again.

You werent sure what was wrong with this man, but he was clearly disturbed, some sort of froth appearing at the corner of his mouth as he went in for another hit. He missed again and this time, when Tommys fist collided with his nose, he fell to the ground, blood seeping from the wound.

He turned back to look at you, ignoring the man’s friends angered yells as he called the police, his focus was entirely on you and making sure you were okay. He couldn’t believe that he left you all alone at the bar, he thought you’d be okay, not factoring in the deranged psychopaths that clearly were hanging around at the bar as well.

He pulled you into a hug, your face buried in his chest. He pulled away, one hand coming up to rest on you cheek, brushing a stray tear away from your cheek that you hadnt even realised escaped.

Any other time, your heart would be fluttering at the closeness and the intimacy of the touch but right now, as you reached your hand up to grab his wrist, you just pushed it away.

“You okay?” He asked, words breathy as if he was finally catching his breath.

You nodded and his hand came down to brush against the going redness on your arm from where had grabbed you, “Son of a bitch,” he muttered under his breath before looking back into your eyes.

“He’s called the police Tommy,” you stated, voice still quiet and timid.

He shrugged his shoulders, “Let him, I did what I had to do to protect you. I’d do it all over again,” he said and you nodded, heart speeding up at his words.

You felt like that little giddy girl again, seeing him or the first time in his fathers backyard at the barbecue, a wide smile on his face, “You really are my hero Tommy Miller,” you joked, “How many people is it that you’ve beaten up for me? Two?”

He chuckled at your teasing tone, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours, “I’d beat up as many as I had to,” he said.

The tension between the two of you was building and if you moved your head slightly, you’d be kissing him and maybe he felt the same.

What you didn’t know was that if the rest of the night hadnt happened, if the outbreak hadn’t occurred, he would’ve. He’d have rushed into your arms after you got him out of the police station and kissed you until the sun came up.

But the world had other ideas.

He opened his eyes and you watched them flicker between your lips and his eyes but before he had even a chance to act upon all the urges in his mind, all the voices in his head telling him to kiss you already, he heard the police car pulling up outside.

“Officer, my friend, hes been beaten up by this feral man,” the other man exclaimed, pointing at you and Tommy.

He pulled away, hand coming away from your waist as he looked at the police officer, “Listen, officer, this is a misunderstanding,” he tried to explain, eyes narrowed at the friend of the man.

The officer shrugged his shoulders, clearly annoyed that he was dealing with this at 1am, “I’m sorry, if he's charging you for assault, I’m going to have to take you down to the station,” he explained.

You reached down, your hand grasping his as you thought about what this meant.

Tommy scoffed, “And that sleazy son of a bitch is going to get away with what he did?” He questioned and you squeezed his hand, trying to calm him down.

The officer looked between him and your hands clasped together, shaking his head, “I’m sorry sir, I’ve got to take you down,” he said and Tommy stepped forward, your hand falling out of his.

"He did nothing wrong," you begged desperately as the man placed handcuffs on your best friend.

As he lead him out of the bar, you followed, eyes never leaving Tommy. You couldn’t care less what anyone else in the bar thought of you two, their eyes following you as you left, desperately begging. All that mattered is that he was okay.

"I'm sorry ma'am, you can Bail him out later," he said, opening the door to the car.

“I’m going to call Joel okay, we’re going to get you out of there,” you promised, his eyes landing on yours as he sat in the car, the window rolled up.

He opened his mouth to say something but the car was driving off before he could. Even then though, he wasnt sure what he was going to say. He wanted to proclaim that he loved you more than anything else and that if he had to, he would do it all over again for you. He wanted to tell you that you meant everything to him and hed be lost without you, that he should have kissed you tonight.

He was never going to get a chance to say any of those things though and as he drove off, he felt his chance drifting away.

You stood there, eyes watching him drive away like you did the first time you met, always watching him walk away, aand that sinking feeling you had then was back, dragging you to the ground.

It was a feeling that you couldn’t understand, a mix of yearning for a man that the world kept pushing away from you and the feeling that something big was about to happen, that the world was going to change completley for you soon.

You took a deep breath in, looking around at the streets of Austin Texas, watching some man chase a woman down the street, a loud noise coming from his mouth, something between a yell and a high pitched screech and you wondered what was happening to the world.

The only thing you knew is that you didnt feel safe on this street alone at nearly one am on a Friday night so you sat down on the steps, Tommys jacket wrapped around your shoulders as you called Joel.

The phone rang for a few seconds and you let out a relieved sigh, "Joel, I need you to pick me up," you said, sobering up quickly.

You could almost imagine the worry on the other end of the line, hearing him rustle around and the silence was worrying you, "Where's Tommy? Are you okay? I'm heading out right now," he said, words spilling out of his mouth.

You knew Joel saw you as family, and that man would do anything for family, "He got arrested. I'm stuck at the bar, they wouldn't let me come with him," you explained, the burning feeling of tears pricking at the back of your eyes.

You heard him let out an annoyed sigh, "Jesus Christ, I'll be down now," he said and you could hear him grabbing his coat and the jumble of the keys unlocking the doors.

"We have to bail him out," you begged. A part of you wondered if you had done that to yourself, that you’d attracted that man and that if you hadnt entertained his conversation then Tommy would never have gottten into that fight. That same part of you knew that if Tommy heard you saying that about yourself, that it was your fault, hed be mad.

"The idiot did it to himself, I'm sure some time in the slammer will do him good," Joel said with a scoff. He was bored of having to constantly save his grown-ass brother from situations like this.

"He'll be stuck there all weekend Joel, he was only protecting me," you pleaded with him, breath hitching in your throat at the idea of him being stuck there, "If you don't come i'll hitch a ride with someone to the station,"

You heard the familiar lull of Tommys truck turning on and smiled to yourself, "Like hell sugar, i'll be down in twenty," he said.

You smiled to yourself, "You're the best Joel," you said before hanging up on him.

You didnt know how long you’d been waiting outside of the bar for but the cold was starting to creep into the Texas evening and you were starting to regret wearing the short blue dress. You just wrapped Tommys jacket around you, the smell of him enveloping your senses as you waited, trying not to worry about him too much.

That’s when you heard two men laughing as they stumbled out of the bar. You didnt notice the man Tommy had punched, twitching slightly, a small gurgling noise escaping his lips but it would be something that you’d think about for weeks to come.

He walked over, a laugh escaping his lips, "Your little boyfriends not here to protect you now," he stated and you wanted to freeze at his words but you didnt.

You didnt even entertain him, "Just leave me alone, my friends going to be here any minute," you said.

"Oh, are they?” He questioned, a sickening sound to his voice, “I only need a minute,"

You looked up at him, standing up like you would be able to outrun him. That’s when you saw Tommys truck pull up in front of the building, Joel sticking his head out of the open window to look at you.

He could see the stress in your eyes and the second that he did, he opened the door and stepped out, walking over to you, "Hey, step away from her," he said.

Joel and Tommy had now protected you tonight and whilst that solidified the fact that you were an integral member of their family, it also made you feel weak and like you weren't able to do anything.

The man rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Jesus Christ, why is everyone playing hero tonight?" He questioned, more to himself and his friend than to anyone else.

"Unless you want another Miller to break your nose, you better step back," Joel said, stepping forward slightly towards the man and you didn't even question how he knew that it was Tommy.

The man stepped back, "Your family is crazy," he stated, looking at you and in any other scenario, you would’ve smiled at the imagery of being in their family but this guy just made you sick.

Joel rolled his eyes, placing a hand on your shoulder, "Lets go sugar," he said, ushering you into the passenger seat of the car.

As he sat in the front seat, driving away, you looked over at him, "Thanks Joel," you said and he smiled at you, reaching a hand over and gently patting your knee. He didnt need a thank you.

What you didnt know as you drove away, was that nearly as soon as you left, the infection finally took over that man. If you’d have stayed a minute or two longer, he could have attacked you and you wouldnt have made it through the night like so many other people.

It was silent as you sat there, neither of you knowing what to say. You heard what you thought was the sound of glass shattering, head peeking out of the window but you didnt see anything. You didnt know what was going on with the world but there was something wrong, "How did you know that Tommy broke his nose?"

"The only reason he'd get sent to jail is for protecting you," Joel explained and you nodded your head. It made sense, and then he smirked, looking over at you, "He also called me,"

Your eyes went wide as you looked at him, "Did he sound okay?" You asked and he smiled to himself, focusing on the road.

Joel knew how much the two cared about each other and was always waiting for his brother to admit how he felt. He knew from that barbecue in 1996 that there was something special between the two of you but neither of you were able to any anything - maybe this would be what pushed you to tell him how you felt.

He could sense the worry and tension and he nodded, “He sounded fine kid, don't get too worked up," he promised.

You nodded, watching as he parked outside of the police station. When you placed your head in your hands, he wondered what was wrong, a hand coming down to your back, "You okay?"

You looked up at him, "Yeah, God, I was just so scared as I sat at the bar that something was going to happen," you explained, the memories flashing in front of your eyes, "I was scared for only a split second because as soon as that fear set in, he saved me,"

That was basically your admission for your love to him, your version of shakespeares sonnet, your version of a Jane Austen book, your way of telling Joel that Tommy meant everything to you and he knew it.

He knew you’d been in love since the second that your troubled souls had met. You were the light that filled his darkness, that filled the void that the war left in you and he was the light that filled your darkness, that filled the doubt in your mind about yourself.

"God, I'm too drunk for this," you groaned and he placed a bottle of water in your hands from the backseat.

"You drink your water sweetheart, ill go get him," he said, rubbing one more hand over your back before walking out, closing the door behind him.

They werent in thee for long, although you were sure that Joel was swearing at Tommy for fighting someone and Tommy was defending you, but when they came back out, you jumped out the car.

Tommy pulled you into his arms instantly but before you had time to relish in the hug, he pulled away, hands cradling your face as he examined you for any serious injuries after he found out what had happened.

"Why are we rushing?" You asked, unsure why there was such a panic between the boys to get out of the police station.

"Somrthings happened doll," Tommy said, reaching down and pressing a kiss to your cheek, "We have to go home,"

If he had the time and the world wasnt about to end, he would have kissed you there until you couldn’t breathe, until the world faded away and it was only you two. He would’ve done it now as he knew the world could end but he was too scared, scared that they wouldn’t make it back to Sarah in time.

He ushered you into the the backseat of the car and you looked at him confused. The news hadnt set in yet and the shock was sill in your system.

Tommy sat in the drivers seat, the two brothers not even squabbling about who got to drive. That’s was one of the things that sent that worry back in you, the urgency of it. Joel turned on the radio, looking at his younger brother as they listened to the news blaring though the car.

You listened to the radio, heart pounding in your chest as you listened to it, "With the recent violent outbreaks across the city and the country, all citizens are advised to go home and lock their doors as soon as possible," it explained. As you kept listening to it, you felt the worry bubble up in your chest.

It felt like you were underwater and drowning, a heavy weight on your chest at the news that the world could end. You shook your head, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to prick at your eyes, "Tommy? Joel? What's going on?"

Tommy looked back at you and normally you would scold him for not paying enough attention to the road but right now, you just wanted him to tell you what’s

"I was in the fell and this dude tried to grab my leg and just as he did, I was let out on bail," he explained, the story not making any sense to you and you werent sure if it was because you were worried or if you were too drunk.

"And?" You questioned, not understand where he was going.

Tommy sucked in a sharp breath as he remembered what had just happened, his heart still going at a million miles a minute, "And, when I left, he started biting at this other guy in the cell, like chewing his face off," he explained, looking back at you in the backseat.

You felt the bile rising up in your throat at the idea, "Chewing his face off?" You questioned, trying to figure out what it meant.

You barely even heard the sound of Joel starting up the car and starting to drive back to Sarah because you kept thinking it over and over again. You head was swimming with the ideas of what was happening and you could feel your heart speeding up at the thought.

"Apparently there's some violent virus going around," Joel explained.

Your eyes never left Tommy as Joel answered your question, "You don't have it, do you Tommy?" The words fell from your lips before you could even think about the reprousions of it. But even then, with the threat of him being infected with something, you didn't move away from him.

"No, I feel fine sugar," he said, a hand reaching out to grab yours and even at this awkward angle, his thumb still brushed across your knuckles soothingly, something he always did when he was worried, "How are you? That man didn't bother you anymore did he?"

Although you were worried about the state of the world, you felt your heart skip a beat at his words of worry, at the idea that the world was falling apart but his only priority was you and your safety.

"No Tommy, I'm fine," you said, squeezing his hand before letting it go, watch as his arm retreated back round, "I'm just glad you're okay, I don't know what I'd do ithout you,"

Joel spoke up for the first time in a while, "We have to go get Sarah and the we have to get out of here,"

Thats whe the realisation of the whole thing hit you. If it was starting in the cities then it could have easily been you and Tommy, you were both lucky enough to have survived. Thats when you thought about your family, gasping suddenly, "My God. My whole family is in Austin, what if Somethings happened to them,"

The brothers looked at one another, sharing a look that mean that they knew that there was a high chance your family wasn’t going to make it. Joel noticed the look in Tommys eyes that conveyed that he was going to make sure she made it no matter the cost.

He turned back with a half hearted smile on his face, trying to give you a sliver of hope even though he didnt think there was any, "They'll be fine doll, okay? But right now, I have to protect you and we need to go get Sarah,"

You nodded, pursing your lips together as you tried to hold in your tears, trying not to think about your family getting infected by whatever this is, "Okay, I can do this," you said and he nodded.

"We'll make it out, all of us, I promise," He said and you hoped he was right.

You had spent the entire fifteen minute drive trying to wrap your head around everything and as you pulled into the street, the car jostling you around in the back, you had manage to compose yourself. You were going to protect Sarah no matter what you had to do and you had to be strong for her, not worrying about your own issues.

It had been silence the entire drive and you could feel the tension in the air as everyone wondered if Sarah was okay, theoretically she should be asleep but they didnt know what could have happened.

The car jolted as Joel stopped suddenly in front of his house, the sight of Sarah running across the front lawn back to their house.

You pulled the door open as soon as the car came to a stop and watched Joel jump out as well, a wrench in his hand. He was ready to do anything he had to do to help Sarah and if you were thinking clearly and the adrenaline wasnt rushing through your veins, you would have wondered where he had gotten the wrench from.

You watched as Tommy stepped out, a shotgun in his hands and you questioned where he got it from. Then you remembered he had left the police station with it and thats when the gravitas of he situtuaion hit you. This was worse than you thought.

You stood at the door, watching as Sarahs head whipped around to see her dad as he called out to her, “Sarah! Get over here now!” You had never heard his voice sound so harsh before but you could also hear the fear in his voice too.

There was nothing you could do but watch as the elderly neighbour started to crawl across the patio, making a gurgling noise as she rushed over to where Sarah was, running faster than she'd ever seen before.

Tommy could feel the fear building up in his chest, adrenaline pumping though his veins as he thought about what he was going to do to protect his family, to protect all that he had.

“What are we doing Joel?” Tommy asked, the shotgun steady in his hand and you thought about his time in the war, wondering what he was like back then. You assumed he had the same focus in his eyes but you also assumed there wasnt that much worry in his eyes when he was about to kill someone.

Joel didnt even think about it for a second, didnt hesitate as he wound the wrench up, whacking the old woman round the head. It killed her instantly, the blood pooling down her body as she crumpled to the floor.

Tommys eyes instantly darted to you to see your reaction to the murder and any other time you’d be flattered that he focused on you first but right now, you were standing in shock, eyes trained on the dead body on the floor. Only yesterday morning you had seen he happy, food being stuffed into her mouth and now she was dead.

You werent too worried, you had seen a lot of things in your life, had an issue with violent people in the past but you’d never seen a dead body before.

Sarah stood there, a similar shocked look on her face as she looked at the body, her eyes glossed over. She looked up at her father when he walked over, his hands coming to cup her cheeks, “You killed her,” her voice was meek and you could tell that she was totally in shock.

His face softened as he looked at her, “Its not just the Adlers babygirl, but we’re gonna be brave,” he promised and she nodded.

You walked over, arm wrapping around the girls shoulder as you walked her to the car, ushering her into the backseat as you walked round the side to get in that side behind Tommy.

You settled in and as soon as you looked up and through the windshield, you saw the two other Adlers coming through, their faces and bodies contorted into the same weird angles as Nana Adlers as they stormed down the road towards the car.

“Get your seatbelt on!” Joel exclaimed and as soon as you and Sarah strapped in, Tommy had put his foot on the pedal and had driven over the two, crushing them as they drove into the exit of the cul-de-sac.

Sarah had been sitting there quiet and whilst everyone in the car was silent, everyone outside was loud, car horns beeping and sirens blaring. Suddenly, she broke the silence, “What’s going on?” She asked, her voice just as timid as it was when she had seen Nana Adlers body be mutilated by her father.

Joel looked back, his arm on the chair as he looked back at her, “They said its a virus, some sort of parasite,” he explained.

“Are we sick?” She asked, eyes wide as she looked at you.

You reached over, hand on her shoulder as you rubbed it soothingly, “Course not,” you promised, trying to calm her down.

You could never imagine how she was feeling at this moment, her entire life having been turned upside down and she knew nothing about it. She was only twelve and didnt deserve to be suffereing like this.

“How do you know? How do you know we’re not sick?” she asked, her voice breaking a bit at the end.

Joel looked at his brother and then back at his daughter, “They’re saying its people in the city, that’s why they’ve got the highway blocked off,” he explained.

“The Adlers would take Nana to the city,” Sarah said almost vanacntly, her eye strained on the front windshield as they derived through the streets.

“That’s probably it hun, well be fine,” you said taking the girls hand into yours, rubbing your thumb over her knuckles and feeling her calm down a bit.

They drove through the streets and you narrowed your eyes in the distance ass you saw some farm on fire, “God, that’s Jimmys place,” Tommy stated and you remembered him having worked on the farm about two years ago.

As Tommy stared at the field, teh car driving past, it was like all time slowed down. For the first time sine he was nearly attacked in that cell and had stolen a shotgun from the police, he thought about what had happened and the consequences of what had happened.

He looked at you in the front view mirror, watching as you put on a smile to try and comfort Sarah. There was something about him that loved you even more in this moment as he thought about the potentiality of losing you, something that made his stomach turn into knots at the idea.

They drove through the dirt back roads and onto the main highway and Tommy slammed his hadn on the wheel in annoyance, swearing out loud, “Everyone had the same fucking idea!”

You reached a hand over the seat, coming to rest on his shoulder. You squeezed it gently, feeling the tension in his shoulders melt away slightly at the touch of your hand. He reached a hand back, one still on the wheel, to touch your hand over his, finger swiping over your knuckles before going back to the wheel.

“If we take the field, we can pick up the highway on the west side,” you suggested and he nodded.

He harshly turned the wheel, the car jerking to the side as they drove across the field. You didnt care how bumpy it was, how dangerous what he was doing was but you needed to save your family that you had built with them. There wasnt anything you wouldn’t do to protect them and to make sure that they were all okay.

Tommy turned another corner on the field, stopping when he saw the army lined up in an attempt to stop the spread from reaching the small towns, “The fucking army,” he exclaimed.

“Language Tom,” you reprimanded, more by instinct then anything else and he just ignored your comment.

“Keep moving. Head north,” Joel demanded and Tommy hesitated, Joel shaking his head in horror, “Tommy, come on,”

Sarah looked at you, speaking up for the first time in a while, “Where are we gonna go?” She asked.

“We go as far as we have to, Mexico if we have to,” Joel said, “Go to the river, get across. Pick up the highway and then we’re out,”

“Maybe it’s everywhere, maybe there’s nowhere to go,” Sarah stated, fear evident in her voice and once again you were reminded she was only twelve and being forced to suffer all of this.

“We’ll be fine kid,” you promised her but you werent sure how far it would go.

You watched as Tommy turned the corner into the two you were so familiar with. There was people running around everywhere and you looked at the town you once knew. You remembered walking around with Tommy on a hot summers day, ice cream in your hands and you remembered that one winter where it snowed and he took you out to make snow angels in the park.

Now there were crowds everywhere, some of them eating each other’s faces off and you were hit by the reality of it all, of the ways that the world had changed in the last few hours and everything that you had lost.

The crowds were taking up the street in front of them and Tommy slowed down, trying not to hit them and Joel yelled at his brother, mad that he was prioritising these other people over their safeties. Tommy just looked over at him, shocked that Joel wanted to run these people down, “I cant drive through them”

“Keep going!” He exclaimed and Tommy did, putting his foot down on the pedal.

People start rushing forwards in the direction of he car and thats when they realsied that something must be going on in the distance if a larger crowd was coming in their direction.

“Back!” Joel yelled out, the safety of his family more important than these people, “Tommy, go faster, mow the fuck over them,”

Tommy put his arm on the shoulder of the chair, looking back at the people and like normal, you would’ve freaked out on how undeniably sexy the action was, but right now you were just worried about what was going to happen.

“Dad!” Sarah exclaimed and you looked through the windshield and saw the plane coming down towards them, the fire erupting in the distance.

The plane crashed down and you blacked out immediately, the force of your head smashing into the car seat. Tommys vision went black for a second as he sat in the front seat but when he opened his eyes, the first thing he did was look behind at you.

When he noticed that you hadnt moved since the crash, he clawed his way out of the car door on his knees, jerking the door open as he pulled you out, your head resting in his lap.

Every single thought in his head was gone at the moment and for a second, all he could think about was you. As he looked down at you, tears pricking in the back of his eyes as he thought about what his life would be like without you and he shook his head, knowing that there was no future without you.

“Is everything okay over there?” Joel asked after he pulled Sarah out, the girls ankle injured from the crash.

His breath hitched in his throat, “She’s not waking up, shit, wake up please,” he begged, one hand coming up to brush the singular tear that had escaped his eye away, “What do I do Joel?”

Joel had never heard his brother be that worried before but the sight of him cradling your body made his heart hurt at the idea of his brother losing you.

“Come on babygirl, wake up for me,” Tommy begged, his finger interlocking with yours and when he felt you squeeze his hand, he looked down.

Your eyes fluttered open and you felt your head pounding at the accident and when you looked up at him, all your worries went away because you had Tommy.

He let out a relieved sigh, taking a deep steady breath, “She’s okay,” he exclaimed, calling out to Joel who was trapped on the other side of the car.

You sat up, Tommys hand supporting your back, his other hand resting on your stomach, “Is everyone okay?” You asked, blinking back the bleariness in your eyes as you fought off a concussion.

“We’re fine,” Sarah called out.

Tommy helped you up, one hand wrapped securely around your waist and the other around your shoulders. He looked down at you, brushing a stray hair away from your face as he checked that you were okay again.

Joel was about to walk around to check on you, Sarah holding onto him due to her injury, and when he did, another car crashed into theirs, blocking the exit.

“Head to the river, we’ll find a way,” Tommy called out.

Sarah looked at her father as they started to walk away, “We cant leave her and Tommy,” she exclaimed.

Joel looked back over his shoulder, watching Tommy looking at you, his hands cradling your face and he smiled to himself, “They’ll be fine,”

You and Tommy somehow managed to make it all the way to the field and you werent feeling the effects of the concussion too heavily, although your head was spinning and you felt slightly sick, you also attributed it to the whole end of the world thing.

As you thought back to the crash and when you had been knocked out, you remembered what woke you up. When you felt like you were drowning in the darkness, the sound of Tommys voice brought you back into the light.

You felt your knees buckle as you crossed through the field and the only thing that was holding you up was Tommys hand secured on your waist. You felt the panic in his voice as he looked down at you, “Come on baby, come on,” he begged and you nodded, standing on shaky legs as you continued to head to the rendezvous point.

Tommy felt the adrenaline from earlier melt away and instead panic overtook him and for the first time in his life, he was absolutely terrified. He couldn’t even imagine losing you in such a way and it was the last straw in proving that he was completley and utterly in love with you.

You thought you saw the river but before you did, you saw two people in front of the river, another man standing there with a gun and that’s when you noticed that the little girl was Sarah but you were too late, a gun firing and the two people falling to the ground.

“Can you stand sugar?” He asked, clearly having noticed that the two people were his brother and his niece and you nodded, “Stay here,”

He let go of you and you stood on your own, watching as he rushed towards the scene and you tried to rush over but with your head pounding from the accident, you felt like you couldn’t stand right.

You heard another gunshot aand your breath hitched in your throat at the image of Tommy dying but he didnt fall, the army man falling instead. You rushed over as fast as you could, a sudden boost of adrenaline hitting you as you fell into his arms, his body supporting your weight.

You gasped when you saw Sarah lying there, blood seeping from her body. It was like seeing your entire life flash before your eyes as you saw the twelve year old girl dying.

The moment flashed fast and you didnt even realise it was happening as you heard Joel yelling out for help, for them to save his daughter but they couldn’t do anything as she died in his arms.

You watched him cry as he cradled her in his arms just like Tommy had been to you earlier and you were reminded of how lucky you were to have lived. It was the start of your life in this new world and you werent ready for it at all.

Outbreak day had started and now you had to fight.

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jaylaxies · 2 years

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Not the same anon but hear me out -- just continuing your response on Sunghoon being in the same hotel-- imagine him sneaking out of his room, knocking on yours at like 3 AM. Youve told him numerous times that thered be no seggs at all throughout the event period but boi couldnt stop thinking abt you since he knew you two were staying in the same hotel. He knocked on your door while being on a call with you "open up y/n" "no, i told you no funny stuff. Go back to bed" "yknow im very persistent. Ill stay rooted here and yeah any minute now someone is going to pass the hallway and see me-" yeah he knows how to play the game. Realizing the risk you immediately open up the door and pulled him in. "What were you thinki-" yeah bad idea because within split seconds his lips collided with yours, hands snaking behind your back. Before you could even push him away, he had pushed you onto the bed, his lips devouring yours as if he had been parched. When you finally broke the kiss to catch your breath, his lips just continue downwards, trailing wet sloppy kisses down your neck "ill see you better in the crowd with these purple marks on your neck" "sunghoon no- stop it's fckin 3AM how are you going to wake up -- mmhm" you ended up letting a supressed moaned as his knee press up against your core. "Oh come on, you can be louder than that" he smirks. You wondered what had gotten into your boyfriend. He was supposed to be all knocked down from performing but here he was being so hard dom and shit. Turns out, though boi was also horny from missing your touch, he got jealous earlier that you completed finger hearts with Jay (though it wasnt Jays fault as no one knew you guysbwere dating) ans you well, you were just innocently sticking a hand heart out hoping hed complete it but someone else did anyways. HOHOGO pls help continue the rough jealous smut, take it with your magic mind and hands 💫💫💫

kissing your brain rn </3

so sunghoon is big on marking, right? that's exactly what he's gonna do, growl and continue reminding you that you belong to him, and you'd love every bit of it. he'd cover your neck with at least two to three hickeys, before also going down to mark your tits and thighs.

he'd sigh, saying how much he missed you while fucking you deep, making you moan out loud and he'd smirk at that, he just wants others to know that you're taken, he's a jealous guy by nature and would fuck you hard enough until his jealousy goes away. it's basically a treat for you, his big cock buried inside your pussy.

he'd even end up fucking you in the shower, not having self control even when he promised he'd help you clean up, holding you up with his strong arms and fucking you until your pussy is swollen and dripping with his cum.

he'd look like a lovesick puppy when he goes back to his members, they'll be so confused at his state </3

#[🍪] : anons #enhypen hard hours #sunghoon smut #enhypen smut

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wosemi-sama · 8 months

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akito x reader who’s siblings w mizuki? (and he doesn’t know until he goes over to reader’s house)

hihi! thanks for the request!! this would be rlly funny like hed see mizuki at the reader's house n be like "wtf r they doing here". anyways, sorry if mizuki seems a bit ooc, i think they would just try to annoy akito lol. another sorry if the ending seems rushed, i had no idea how to end it... hope u like it! :D

akito shinonome x reader who's mizuki's sibling

It was a chilly fall day and it was finally the weekend. You had invited your boyfriend, Akito to your house as your sibling, Mizuki was out at the shopping mall. Akito had finally arrived moments before Mizuki got back too.

Akito got settled on the couch in the Akiyama living room and the two of started to talk about what you've been up to lately as exams had gotten the best of both of you, taking up all your free time.

You enjoyed moments like this, where you and Akito could talk non-stop and never run out of things to talk about.

Suddenly, a click was heard at the front door. Only now had you realized you haven't told Akito you and Mizuki are siblings. The door burst open and the sunlight from outside was hitting Mizuki's back, their arms wide open, their hands holding multiple shopping bags of various colors.

"I'm baaaack!!" Mizuki said in a sing-songy tone.

Akito's eyes were open wide for moment, but went back to normal almost immediately.

Mizuki's took off their shoes at the door as you saw their eyes darting around the room. Their eyes finally locked on you and Akito.

"Oh, hey little bro! I didn't know you'd be visiting!!"

Mizuki walked over to you and gave you a tight hug. They then hugged Akito as well. Mizuki ran to their room, loudly plopped the shopping bags on the carpet of their room and rushing back to the living room.

Mizuki sat in between you and Akito on the couch. Just to annoy Akito. For funsies. Mizuki leaned forward to grab the TV remote. You reached your arm out to Akito and tugged on the sleeve of his hoodie, behind Mizuki, signaling to talk with him.

"Awww, leaving already? You two better be quick! My favorite anime is about to start!!" Mizuki said with a smile on their face.

You and Akito made your way to the kitchen. Once you made it there, Akito turned to look at you and grabbed your shoulders.

"What the hell are they doing here."

"Mizuki and I are siblings. I'm sorry I forgot to tell you."

"You forgot to tell me?" Akito raised an eyebrow. "Did you tell them we're dating?"

"Of course I did. I tell them everything."

A frown formed on Akito's face. He grabbed your hand and walked back to the living room with you.

"Welcome back, you two! Come sit down, it already started."

Akito had a very visibly annoyed expression on his face. Mizuki was sat dead center in the couch.

"Can you move over? I would like to sit with my partner."

"Hmm..." Mizuki pondered for a moment. "I'm alright! Not sitting with them for 20 minutes isn't going to kill you."

You knew Mizuki was just doing this to annoy Akito, but you wanted to see what would happen, so you let it continue.

Akito crossed his arms and finally sat down.

After a while, Mizuki's phone buzzed. They picked up their pink phone and looked at the notification for a moment.

"Oh, it's Ena! I almost forgot we were gonna have a sleepover..." Mizuki said as they silently laughed to themself.

"Well, I better pack up and get going!!"

Mizuki quickly ran upstairs and came back with a pink bag, multiple keychains hanging from the zippers.

"Bye you two! Have fun!" Mizuki waved to you and Akito before rushing out the door.

You waited until you heard a click at the door to start talking again.

"You realize they were just doing that to annoy you, right?"

"Yeah."

#youve got mail! wanna open it?💌#project sekai #project sekai x reader #proseka x reader #proseka #puroseka #akito shinonome #akito shinonome x reader

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piffany666 · 3 months

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Random but specific headcanons about my redacted listener ocs! Part:James spouse

My Jame's partner's real name is Jade

Jade's pronouns are she/her

I usually dont like making race Headcanons just cos they tend to start fights so im just gonna re iterate that theres are just MY Headcanons. You can think whatever you want but my Jame's spous oc is black.

She owns a bunch of those really flowy really silky dressing-gowns

Her and love (anton's love) will hang out whenever the pain of missing their husbands gets a little to much

She didnt have a lot of friends for the longest time but after james started being away for longer and longer she decided to get out of the house more offten

Her friend group consists of: laskos listener, smartass and cutie. They where all already friends before meeting jade but they still welcomed her with open arms

Jade and james new each other in high school. They where both always silently competing for top of their class until james finally formerly introduced himself. He fell first 100%. However she asked him out for "study dates" first (they eventually turned into real dates over time). One day jade straight up asked "so are we dating or what?" And james was (a blushing mess) like "do you want to be?" And so they where official!

No one in their school was surprised

They both strike me as aggressive nerds. Like james 100% yelled at people in the hallways for running and jade backed him up

Jade was also the tipe to hit people in the head with books in the library if they weren't being quiet.

James always thought that was hot

Jade is a tsundere 100%

Ive said this before but jade has come very close to cheating on james due to how offten he'd leave her alone

Shed always chicken out at the last second but shed always tell james about it afterwards

Just to try and get through to him just how close hed gotten to losing her

Hed cry every time this would happen

(On a less angstyer note) jade loves being picked up or even just held bridal style and james loves holding her like that

If she ever met asset she would become like a mother figure to them

And if marcus ever had the misfortune of meeting her hed get beaten the sh*t out of for obvious reasons

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted james’ listener #redacted james #redacted listener

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the-crows-thoughts · 4 months

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This is going to be my attempt at a fanfiction for Poppy Playtime chapter 3, with the main character meeting Dogday.

This fanfiction will contain my own twist on things and perspectives, and I will warn, I'm not a raging big fan of the series. My interests are casual and im using this more as an opening to do horror themed scenarios for practice purposes. Just a PSA.

This will contain themes of gore, death and mangling of corpses and hostile toys.

Forgot to say, feedback would be appreciated too.

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Pain.

That had all that Dogday knew for who knew how long. He didn't know how long he'd been in this makeshift prison cell in what had been a playground for the orphaned kids that hed used to take care of with his band of smiling critters.

Dogday looked back at those days and years, welcoming the happier memories to help him doze off into a slumber that pulled him away from the beatings he endured, and the mocking from Catnap, when the bastard cat felt like showing his rictus grin that was afixed to his face.

He somehow managed to make it look mocking.

Dogday had known that Catnap would never have fit in with the other critters. Despite circumstances, and their fate, it had been the hand they'd been dealt, all of them. And Dogday had tried to make due. Tried to keep them all sane.

They had work, of a sort. A goal even. To protect those orphans, and help them smile, as much as they could.

Because that had been their purpose at least.

Then came the hour of joy.

Dogday remembered that day. The screams, the pleading and death. So much death.

Dogday had had plenty of time to think. Plenty of time to mull things over. He wasn't sure if the Prototype had planned for everything, or just let the dice roll as they may. He only knew ome thing for sure, though.

The bastard had gotten what he'd wanted. Even as he and the other critters had tried their best to stop it.

From hiding the innocent where they could, even if futile in the end, to confronting Catnap and the toys he had in all likelihood, strong armed into his services at the threat of death.

All of their efforts had failed. Leaving him the last due to Catnap's sadistic pleasures of watching his spirit break with each day.

He knew he wasn't long for this world. It would only be so long until Catnap decided that he was tired of seeing Dogdays face.

Or one of those, things out there finally had enough and decided they couldn't wait anymore.

He could see them, at the corner of his eyes when he was awake. Watching him with beady dark eyes, filled with hunger and hate.

They were small toys, facsimile of the smiling critters. Smaller toys of the big toys.

The irony as it was, was not lost on him.

He was jerked from his dreaming thoughts by a claw he recognised all too well, and purple matter fur that, even if it was fake, smelled of rank juices that had gone foul a long time ago.

He didn't even have the time to make a snide remark as Catnap decided to have fun with Dogday today, and he felt the cat gleefully and slowly pull at his legs, bit by bit and twist and pull, making Dogday try his best to muffle out the screams that wanted to come out, he didn't want to give the bastard the satisfaction, but he caved in, and he screamed.

Even as he passed out, and felt Catnap, the bastard, pull his torso in half.

The pain, indescribable. Like a poker then a blunt saw all seared in heat with a delay. It screamed all over his body for days.

And even then, when he woke up and looked at his torso. Seeing the belt that was acting as a crude tourniquet to stem the bleeding.

He screamed again. Screamed himself hoarse actually.

Days passed. And he weakly hung from the straps hed been placed into. No longer really able or willing to move. He was so, so tired. Tired of everything.

He was done. He had nothing left. Nothing left to fight for.

"Come on then!" Dogday finally hollered in a broken whimper. A bit of blood that still.stuck to the remnants of his torso dripping onto the floor with his jerky movements.

"Kill me!" He cried. "Isn't this what you wanted, you bastard?! You want me broken! So kill me!" He roared into the silence.

Catnap never came.

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Jerking awake, Dogday had heard something. After his yelling, he had promptly passed out. Blood loss, he thought. Or maybe just stress and depression. Likely both were at fault.

He perked what he could of his ears, trying to listen through.

"-ello. Dogday?" Asked a quiet mousy voice of a boy, making the last critter perk up. Didn't he recognise that voice?

"Ollie?" Asked Dogday, confusion and hope mixed within him, that hope a flickering candle in his heart.

He didn't remember what kind of toy he was, or was he human? He wasn't sure anymore. His memory had been finally decaying due to all of this time alone.

"Yeah!" The voice said, sounding happy, if nervous.

"Look, Dogday, I cant stay. They're after me," the 'they,' in this case, needed no explanation. The toys.

"I have some good news," Ollie said. Dogday tried to turn his head about to find him, but found he couldn't exactly find him. He seemed to be in a tunnel or close by enough to be out of sight, but not earshot.

Still, good news would be something, right?

"There is an Angel coming Dogday. An Angel will rescue us, and put all of this away." Ollie promised.

This sounded too good to be true, didn't it?

"How do you know?" Asked Dogday, sounding hesitant, suspicious, but also yearning for any good news at this point.

"The tram!" Said Ollie. "If you know where to look, you can see it xome down, remember? Well, I could see it come down. So, he or she. Whoever is there, will finally save us!"

Ollie said in a voice so full of hope. Oh, how Dogday wished. Wished with all the fiber of his being that it was true.

He could practically squeeze the hope into a tear.

"I'm. I'm so glad Ollie. Go help them, okay?" He nudged. Knowing the brave little toy would do so.

"I'll try!" Ollie said, and with that Dogday could hear the shifting of something moving away.

Dogday hoped that whoever it was, they'd end everything for good, finally.

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Dogday had fallen asleep again, but he woke up at the sound of shifting feet on plastic and creaking wood.

Dogday saw through the gloom of what was barely lit lanterns that offered any bot of light of someone walking through the corridor towards his location.

Honestly, Dogday had no idea what to expect. His expectations had been very, very low to be honest.

And what he saw was.... a man. A man in his early 30's with dark hair that was disheveled and frazzled, covered in a few bits of ichor and blood, with eyes that were wide and full of terror and a mechanical determination. Those were eyes that told Dogday that this man had seen a lot in a short span of time that had been too much too quickly. And it was held together by very little of what was left of the man's sanity.

He had a 5'o clock shadow, with clothes that looked dirty, torn and ripped, with an arm sleeve torn that had been used as a makeshift bandage on a gash on the arm. The man looked like any average man you'd see. Not too tall, nor too short, a bit thin but not gangly. A watch on his arm that had seen better days, oh and that weird grabpack he'd seen about. Used by maintenance and those hauling heavy things sometimes. Sometimes they were also good for other uses.

Dogday looked at the humans face, and the memory of a gangly teen, with pimples and acne scars, oily hair and a bad complexion came to Dogday's mind.

He remembered him. He had been a part of the staff, once. A teen back then, taking a summer job for the bit of money he could make, just to satisfy his parents or who knew at the time. Dogday couldn't remember all the details, but he remembered the look he had given Dogday and the other toys. That weird look of seeing something uncanny and unfamiliar, and wanting to forget it.

It seemed he had, until now.

"You must be Ollie's angel," Dogday started. Going into the speech he had practiced in his mind.

He had managed to go well through it, he hoped. He just felt like he was going through a motion. But he imparted his hope to the man, the hope he'd find an end to this.

Until he heard them. Oh. Oh no. It seemed Catnap had finally decided to do him in. Right when the spark of hope had finally been rekindled into a flickering candle.

"Run!" He urged the man that he'd forgotten the name of. He didn't want to see him like this. To be devoured inside and out by these... Monsters. That was all they were now, monsters that had given into a hunger insatiable, and unsatisfied.

They came in, all ready to swarm him as the meal on a silver platter he was, the human frozen in fear, and indecision.

Then. They all heard the scream.

No, not a scream. A howl. A howl from an animal that had been on the flight from everything until this point. The howl of a mind that had finally snapped.

The shattering psyche of a cornered animal.

Stunned and confused, the little monsters all were frantically looking around, until they found the human.

He was above them, a mad glint in his eyes as the howling feral actions of a broken beast came out, armed with a snarked piece of rebar, and he swung, striking a toy that hit the wall with a splattering and bloody crack.

The man attacked each of the things, even as they smelled the turning tide of their prey, and the human didn't disappoint on the carnage of the fleeing cowards as two, three then four died. One tried to jump for the man's leg, only to get a flailing kick to the ground, then a messy stomp of gore. The smell of foul and blood reaching Dogday, his breathing erratic, frantic. His heart pounding.

He thought. He believed...

He had been about to die in the worst way possible. Even as he heard the monsters in the guises of cute toys flee like ambushed scavengers. He knew they'd be back.

Dogday looked at the human. His face set in the panicked face of someone that had finally snapped and lost himself. He heard the strangled sobs of the man as his fight or flight response finally gave out to fight, then now into an exhausted drain of adrenaline, and the quiet horrified sobbing as everything came crashing all at once.

He saw that the man was starting to lose it. Lose himself to the shock.

And Dogday found a purpose.

"Hey, hey. Its okay." Dogday started in a soothing, or as soothing as he could make it tone. "Look, Angel. You have to move. They'll be back. And when they do, there will be more of them." Dogday warned. He knew they'd rally and come back, and soon.

The urgency in Dogday's voice must've helped, because the man seemed to gather himself enough to quietly nod.

He seemed to pause, look at Dogday, then come to a decision.

He began to quickly free Dogday, even as he tried to protest.

"No, no! Go. I'm just dead weight, please." He tried to beg the human, to save himself.

But the man wouldn't listen.

He only gave disquieting little laughs that sounded borderline on hysteria and mania. And to be fair, that was likely what was happening.

The man, in a stubborn, foolish act of kindness and bravery, pulled Dogday from the hell hed been subject to for who knew how long.

He was pulled out, and carried with a complaining grunt from.the human, even as he made an impossible leap with them both over a dark pit to the ground below, to an elevator to upstairs, and back to the courtyard outside.

There, Dogday was put inside the underground room, temporarily at least.

The human had taken him there, and curled into a ball in the corner. Dogday could only really sit there, and watch.

The long minutes stretched out to what felt like hours as the human, in his corner, quietly broke down.

Dogday knew that, this human. This Angel, or whoever he was. Shit he could be a Yith from fucking Cthulu and hed still be a damned angel from the high heavens above. And it was the only identifier he had for the man right now.

"Hey, Angel." Dogday finally said, the man looking at him with eyes wide and bloodshot. Blood covered the rest of his shirt, arm and hands. His chin trembling in a clear state of quiet shock.

"Thanks." Dogday said. And it was all he needed to say.

A hiccuping little laugh escaped the man as he wordlessly nodded.

"How.. how did you get here?" Dogday asked. Figuring that, he'd been given a chance again. For another purpose.

A purpose, to help his Angel.

The man's hand went to his mouth, wiping away blood and tears, and opened his mouth to speak his story, while they had the peace.

END.

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime fanfiction #fanfic #what if #gore #blood #death #horror fic #horror #poppy playtime chapter 3 #dogday #catnap

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