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mlmxreader · 4 months

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What Remains | Cooper Howard x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ '' How I end up here''

And

"I wanna know who I'm looking at"

With ghoul please

( I didn’t watch the show but this character I.... What I'm thinking is bad...) ❞

: ̗̀➛ Cooper Howard is long dead, but maybe a part of him still lives in The Ghoul. Even if it's only a little bit.

trigger warnings : ̗̀➛ swearing, mentions of violence, jealousy, sex references, violence references

╰┈➤ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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Cooper was too busy with searching the chem box to even think about looking up; with you standing guard so diligently and with great loyalty, he didn't know of any reason why he should have.

After all, you had been travelling together since you saved him from a group of super mutants, and although it was not easy, you had gained each other's trust, confidence and now it felt odd if you weren't together - you were a team, now, after spending so long together.

Of course, you still had disagreements, though, like when you wanted to help your old friend Valentine and Cooper it a bullshit distraction.

"Thou shalt not get side tracked by bullshit every time," he had grumbled, even whilst aiding you in helping Valentine.

It still made you laugh when you thought about it. He never wanted to play the good guy and was really only ever out for himself unless there were enough caps in the question; but you could see it, the layer of decency hidden under all that lone wanderer bullshit.

The humanity that he so desperately tried to snuff out. Trying to run so far from what he used to be but still clinging onto gope that somewhere in all the shit, there was something - someone - to bring him back. To pull Cooper Howard back into the light at last.

You cleared your throat, drawing his attention at last.

"It's gettin' dark, Coop," you told him. "We ought to find shelter for the night, then keep going."

Cooper grumbled even though he knew that you were right; being so close to the edge of the Glowing Sea was more dangerous at night than any other time.

Ravenous deathclaws stalked the land searching for anything they could devour. Glowing ghouls with rotted brains and empty dyes were just waiting at the chance to consume any sort of meat. There was always something in the shadows.

But Cooper still slammed the chem box shut and he still stood up and gestured for you to follow him back to the ruined house not far down the road.

It had only one bed, but it still had a roof, and that was better than nothing.

At least you weren't on that fucking foggy island again with all those gulpers and anglers and crabs. so there was that.

"You take the bed," Cooper told you with a huff. "I'll just sleep on the chair."

You shook your head. "Why don't we just share? It's plenty big enough and it wouldn't be the first time."

Cooper huffed as he took his hat and coat off, putting them on the chair before sitting at the edge of the bed; he watched you with great curiosity, taking notes of every movement as if he was studying you and trying to learn your behaviour.

You didn't think much of it - he had been doing it for a while now.

Well, ever since you met up with that Ghoul Mayor who had endlessly flirted with you; you knew Cooper didn't like the fact that you flirted back, but you assumed it was only because he didn't want you to be distracted by the oh so handsome ghoul.

"Hey," you cleared your throat as you looked at him, the buttons of your shirt undone to expose only the slightest glimpse of your chest. "We're okay, right?"

Cooper glared up at you, then nodded slowly. "Why wouldn't we be?"

"You've been different since Goodneighbor," you said with a shrug. "Ever since that Mayor invited me to stay the night, you've been weird."

"Thou shalt not-"

"Get side tracked by bullshit every time, I know, I know, but it ain't that and you know it," you told him, folding your arms across your chest. "It's like you had an issue with him wanting to get in my trousers."

He glared at you for a moment, then shook his head with a scowl. "How'd I end up here? Bein' fuckin' questioned about why I cockblocked that Mayor you fuckin' couldn't wait to jump on."

"Hust tell me why, Coop," you sighed.

"He weren't right for you," he told you with a sneer. "He didn't know what it's like out there for people like us. He spent all his fuckin' time in an office doin' chems - he don't know. Someone like that can't be right for someone like you."

"And you think you would be?" You asked with a raised brow. "Then why the fuck didn't you just tell me? Why the fuck did you have to go all stupid and weird?"

Cooper grumbled. "Shut up about it, would ya? It don't matter - I ain't... I ain't who I was and I ain't never gonna go back to it. So shut up, lie down and fuckin' sleep. We'll head out first thing. Second dawn comes up."

"Or what?" You challenged.

"Or I'll take you back to Goodneighbor," he all but growled out. "And you can stay there with your pretty boy Mayor."

"You wouldn't," you shook your head, narrowing your gaze at him. "I'm not an asset to you, Coop, and you care about me - whether you admit it or not. You care, you just won't let me in... but you want to... so tell me, because I wanna know who I'm looking at: The Ghoul, or Cooper?"

His expression softened as he looked down at the ground to hide his weakness, groaning and sighing heavily. "My name was- is Cooper Howard. I'm a bounty hunter, and I hated the way that Mayor looked at you, spoke to you... but I can't be what you want, and we both know that."

You came to sit beside him, your hand landing on his thigh. "So you can't be yourself? Because that's what I'd want. I'd want the snarky, violent, asshole who shoots first and asks questions later."

Cooper didn't say anything, just put his hand on yours and nodded slowly; he couldn't bring himself to say it, in all honesty. He tried to long to snuff out his humanity that it felt wrong to even try to engage with it again; Cooper Howard was dead, and he knew that.

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orange-coloredsky · 1 year

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i cannot believe ive never posted this. probably because it looks like shit. anyways heres my pepe silva ass scrawlings about what i think this guy's mods are for.

translation of the nigh unreadable text under the cut

REAL AND CANON DIMA LORE PART ONE: What The Hell Are All Those Doo Dads

(i'll start from the head and go down)

HEAD

functionally blind. constant exposure to moisture from the fog pretty much turned a lot of him into mush and short circuits, including whatever optic nerves he had going on in there. so he mainly relies on sound and memory to get around. some of the shit sticking out of his head actually works like echolocation devices. pickinh up the sound around him and translating it into something that lets him know "oh, theres a fuckin table there. it does not always work. (fun fact: thats the reason why his memory game is based on abstractions and sound. while exploring nick/kellogg's brain we got visual input. dima doesnt have that)

all of the other tubes are basically just typical vacuum tubes. used to reroute voltage to make sure he doesnt overload himself with all the extra mods. make sure you dont stand too close to him during a thunderstorm

TORSO

basically an external disk drive. his main way of utilizing holotapes and shit. i like to draw a lil heart on it

looks like guts. gross. i cant figure out what this would do (i now believe its a liquid cooling system)

LEGS

so it turns out sitting in a damp ass cave on your ass in the dirt for 365 days doesnt do wonders for the skin. especially when that skin is just shitty rubber. basically his fuckin leg parts rotted away and just his metal skeleton remained, which is wrapped in his weird duct tape yoga pants. the metal frames are for extra support. because of this as well as his age he cant really stand for long periods of time (ignore the part where he stands in acadia forever after you get deeper into his questline) and when he INSISTS ON DOING SO he requires some form of mobility aid. usually in the form of faraday or chase walking alongside him

typical synth skeletal feet, but augmented to actually flex/extend like talons. he is weirdly skilled at picking things up with his feet.

BACK

basically his whole back is just Gone, minus the structures needed to hold up those ports because dima is very prone to overheating. was easier to just get rid of anything blocking the flow of air than to install a bunch of heat sinks. faraday's smart but hes on a budget.

these are the cerebral (spinal?) connections he uses to be plugged into his chair (not dissimilar to the placements of the connections in the institute mind wiping chair ☹️)

#fh #dima #amihth world #meta #long post

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cannibal-wings · 3 months

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I was unsure what to share for this WIP Wed so I guess I'll just post the whole Ada and Leon interaction haha. It's a couple pages though, so hopefully that's enough. I figured stealth combat probably wasn't that interesting to share atm. Again, this is from You Pay the Cost. I've been... not dreading, but nervous to write Ada just because I'm never sure if I'm quite getting her right. I'll probably edit this section some more too. I don't think I did terribly though.

He pushed the next door open and carefully stepped inside. There hadn’t been any sound from beyond the door, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t an ambush waiting for him. He had his SG drawn, he checked his ammo count, he was still good. He kept it up as he did a quick sweep of the room. It was small, cozy even, with a lit fireplace, some chairs, and what looked like a printing press in the corner. Leon gave the machine quick look; it was interesting but ultimately not what he was here for. A bookcase lined the opposite wall. It looked to him, like a study or something similar. The room looked well maintained, which struck him as odd, since most of the places in the castle seemed run down, and he wouldn’t have expected a printing press or study to be one thing that hadn’t been left to rot. Maybe it was someone in the castles last refuge?

Leon dropped his guard and thought about using this room to rest for a moment. His lower back was killing him and he unfortunately knew what that meant. It was the same pulsing ache that heralded the arrival of a new mutation. And there was only one left. He sighed and tried not to think about it. He looked to the door on the other side then back at the one he came from. He could barricade himself in while he mutated, though he had no idea how long it would actually take. The time between the first onset of body aches to the actual transformation hadn’t ever been consistent. Ashley needed him, but he would rather not go down in the middle of a group of cultists.

He decided he’d wait it out in this room. He stepped forward, his intent was to drag a chest over and block the exit door, but was stopped when a voice sounded off behind him. “Stop right there, Leon.”

Leon froze and put two of his hands up. The secondary arms he kept close to his chest. He frowned. Even after six years he still knew that voice. But what was it doing here? He could hear her footsteps behind him, heels, ever impractical, some things never change. He could feel something press against his back, a gun no doubt. His carapace didn’t allow him to feel anything other than the pressure. She spoke again, “You wouldn’t make me use this? Would you?” He tilted his head slightly, he thought he heard her voice shake, just a bit.

Leon tossed his gun down; he wasn’t sure how twitchy she was going to be with her trigger finger. While he knew Ada had comparable training to himself, he also knew that his situation could cause rash reactions. He hoped that since his voice sounded relatively normal, he could deescalate a bit. “Well, after six years this is one hell of a greeting, Ada.”

“You don’t seem surprised,” she said. “Interesting.”

Leon shifted one of his legs ever so slightly. “You know? After what’s happened tonight? Not much could surprise me.” The gun was still pressed firmly to his back. For a moment, he considered making a move so she’d shoot, at least then he wouldn’t have to face her as he was now. He took a deep breath, but that would just be running away, and he didn’t run away anymore. He moved his head just a bit, to try to turn and look at her. “Listen-” he started but was cut off by a sudden shot. It didn’t penetrate, but it still kicked him forward. He finished the turn and knocked the gun up so the next shot missed his head. For a moment Ada seemed surprised at her own actions, but she recovered quickly.

Leon had always been stronger than her, and now he was even more so. She abandoned the idea of shooting him, at least not while he still had her arm in his hand. She turned her body with the intent of placing a kick squarely in his chest to knock him back. But as she lifted her leg, she realized that also wasn’t going to work. But it was too late to stop the motion, she put all her weight into it and barely moved him. He was large, solid, and if he hadn’t spoken to her just now, she wouldn’t have thought him human. This wasn’t a fight she wanted to risk. Leon knocked her leg aside and took a step towards her.

He seemed to be holding back, unsure of how hard to push her. She used that to her advantage and yanked her arm free of his grasp. She ducked under him and tried to place the gun against his chest, but he quickly pivoted his body away and reached for something. Within seconds he finished his pivot and had a knife to her throat. She looked from the blade, then up to his face. The first real look she had gotten of it. It was still him, still Leon, but only barely. He still had hair, and his eyes were mostly left alone. But there wasn’t any ignoring the huge outer jaws that sat slightly parted on his face. “Oh Leon,” she said softly. She ignored the blade against her throat, if he wanted to kill her he would have already, in a variety of ways. With her unarmed hand she reached for his face. “What did they do to you?”

For a moment it looked like he wanted to lean into that touch, but then his eyes widened and he recoiled violently, and clamped his jaws tightly against his face. “Don’t,” he said and backed away.

The tension had completely diminished and Ada knew that she wasn’t going to shoot either. She holstered her blacktail and said, “Someone trained you well. Your movements were smooth.” He moved for his gun on the ground and she let him. He scooped it up and holstered it. “Not the same rookie cop from all those years ago.”

Leon sighed. “Why are you here?” He was tired, and he didn’t need another party making his life worse tonight. “Who are you working for this time?”

She grinned. “You know I don’t work and tell.”

“Yeah,” Leon shook his head. “Don’t know why I bothered to ask. It’s not like you’re one for telling the truth anyways.”

“It’s not personal, just my job.” She moved away and leaned against the stone wall. “You’re out here chasing the President’s Daughter are you not?” Leon looked up and nodded. She caught the way his mandibles twitched. “I was going to tell you to leave the girl, but you’re just as lost as she is.”

“Even if I wasn’t, you know I can’t do that.”

“Right.” She watched him move, he was still acting mostly human, he still used weapons like a man, his posture was humanlike. He was still Leon, but then she looked closer, and saw all the dried blood on his arms, his claws, around his mandibles. “How long do you have?”

He didn’t even bother asking how she knew he was on a timer. “Dawn, apparently.”

“Then you better get a move on.” She needed to leave too. There was still one more ingredient for her to search out and she didn’t have the luxury of stalling. When she looked at Leon, what Luis told her began to sink in. What he was now, was what she would become. And what he was, was the same thing that had been stalking her relentlessly. “But,” she added to get his attention. “You still have some time.”

“You talk like you know more than you let on.”

“I do.”

“Of course.”

Leon had now taken up against the bookcase. One pair of arms folded across his chest. Then she noticed a second pair of arms, also crossed. Those had wicked blades on the end. She didn’t even see them during their scuffle. “I think I’ve encountered what you’re turning into.” He cocked his head and his mandibles flared out just a bit before they settled against his face. “Not sure if they have a name, but certain features of yours match up. Face is all wrong though.”

“How so?”

“Well the thing I saw, it was more insect like. Your face is pretty human looking, and your outer jaws aren’t the same either.”

Leon nodded. “Luis mentioned I might go through a second facial mutation, so that adds up.”

Ada said, “Oh, a shame to lose that pretty face of yours.”

“Ha,” Leon said, not falling for it. “Like it isn’t lost already?” She didn’t say anything to that so he asked, “You say I got time? Because I don’t match the other creature you saw?” She nodded her head. “Right, well, better stop wasting that time here then. Not like you’re going to tell me anything useful.”

“Never said that,” Ada said as she pushed off from the wall. “Come on, I can be helpful. On occasion. Give me your radio frequency.”

“So you can use me?”

“So I can help you.” Leon rolled his eyes and flared his jaws. He seemed to do that a lot, she was certain it was a facial expression she wasn’t catching. But he gave her his frequency. “You mentioned a name, Luis? What do you know about him?”

Now it was Leon’s turn to be secretive. “Why do you want to know? He important to you?”

“I’m running an errand for him, let’s say.”

“Out of the goodness of your heart, no doubt.” Leon paused, then something caught his attention. Like before when he parted his mandibles, he could taste something on the air. He flared them and took deep breaths. Ada just seemed confused by his behavior, and he was too.

“Leon?”

Then it hit him. It the smell of the Plaga, no, it was his scent, but weak, diluted. “They got you too…” He didn’t wait for her to confirm it. He took another large breath and said, “I can smell it. You’re like me.”

“N-Not if I can help it. Sorry, Leon, but that look suits you more than it does me.”

“Then Luis told you the same thing he told me. That he could fix it. That’s your errand.”

She walked past him for the window. “Clever. You really aren’t that rookie anymore.”

“How long ago?” Leon asked but as he did a wave of pain shot up his spine. He knew Ada caught the way he flinched and pressed back against the bookcase.

“Yesterday evening.”

“Well,” he said, not able to hide the pain on his features. “You’re clearly not as receptive to it as I am. Or you’d be, as you put it, “just as lost” as me.” He groaned and thumped his head against the books. “This whole thing,” he gestured at his arms and legs, “took around five hours to kick in after infection.”

“Slower than the T-Virus at least,” Ada said. “We have that going for us.”

“Sure,” Leon ground his teeth behind closed mandibles. Another wave of pain traveled up his spine. He could feel skin break. “Why now?” he growled the question to himself but he didn’t doubt that Ada could hear him.

Ada watched him grimace and close his eyes. His mandibles flared then clamped against his face. He had started to breathe hard. “Are you ok?”

“No,” Leon said, he wasn’t going to lie. Not that he’d be able to. “Ever see a man grow a t-tail before?” He growled in pain as another wave shot up his spine. He could feel his back plates lift. Ada watched him but said nothing. He clarified, “I’m mutating. Again.” This time the pain took him to his knees. He swore and clutched his head. Even though the pain originated at his lower back, his head was pounding. “L-Luis said,” words were getting hard to form. “He said that the tail was next. D-Did the thing that you saw have a tail?”

“No idea, it was wearing a big black cloak.” She started to back away from him. “It also wanted me dead. Do you want me dead?”

Leon tipped to the floor. He curled in on himself as another sharp round of needles went up his back. His legs were too long now, they felt awkward to try to tuck up. “Sometimes I think I want you dead,” he admitted. “But n-not because of Saddler.” He hissed. “Shit.”

“Interesting, and why would you want me dead Leon?”

“You sure have- haven’t done the world any f-f-favors after Raccoon City.”

“Oh,” she said. “Still sore about that?” This time when he snarled it wasn’t just from the pain. She could tell. “Right. Like I’ve said, nothing personal.” She turned to leave, like she should have from the start. Ada was smart enough not to stick around and watch a monster be born. Especially not a monster that could kill her. But she was also trained to put down problems before they could become worse. When she looked back at Leon on the floor, drooling, scraping at the wooden floor with too sharp claws, she decided he could very easily become a big problem.

She took her foot down from the windowsill and crouched at Leon’s side. The blacktail was removed from its holster and placed against Leon’s head. He looked up at her with most tired eyes she had ever seen. “You get one last thing from me,” she told him. Leon nodded. “Do you want me to shoot you? It’ll be quick, clean, you’ll be dead before you even register I pulled the trigger. Before you turn fully.”

Leon looked up at Ada then rested his head on the floor. His hair covered most of one eye, but the other he trained on her. She was offering him a professional courtesy. He’d do the same for her. When dealing with an B.O.W. infection there is always a period of lucidity before the end. She was questioning if his had just run out. The professional response would be to accept and die before you lost what remained of yourself. But Leon had other plans.

“No,” he said after a pause that was only a few seconds but felt like years. “I have a job to do. And I’m going to see it done.” This time the wave of pain was so strong he jolted and cried out. He could feel the gun press against his head again. Ada might not be willing to honor his request. He couldn’t say he’d blame her. But he was in no condition to fight back. “I can’t fail again,” he said. “Please, Ada, you can’t let me fail again. I promised it would be different.”

The tip of the gun wavered against his temple. Then it pulled away completely. “Damn it Leon,” he heard her say as she backed off. “Don’t make me regret this. Be a good bug and don’t get in my way.”

“Thanks,” he managed to say before he tucked his head in and howled in agony.

Ada climbed halfway out the window. She took one last look back at the man on the floor. She could hear the sound of fabric ripping and flesh tearing. Leon cried out in pain. “Not sure you should thank me.” She pulled out her grapple gun and aimed for a bit of rooftop across from the room she was in. When he screamed again she closed her eyes and pulled the trigger.

#WIP Wed #You Pay the Cost #Resident Evil #Verdugo Leon AU #Leon Kennedy

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cocobear137 · 2 years

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Shikanoin Heizou x Female Reader

"Why me?", You questioned. You didn't do anything bad. At least nothing bad to your understanding. So, here you sat, in an interrogation room waiting for a Tenryo official to question you. The room was quite dim. Only a paper lamp and a painting sat with you. It looked like a poor attempt at making a small room look cozy. Like that would make a difference while being tied to a chair.

It was quiet, with nothing to do but stare at the painting or wander the endless land of the mind. "What did I do wrong". You are a low-life taking in whatever scraps were left behind by the rich clans of Inazuma. It was unfair that only the rich clans get to stay alive despite a long history of working with smaller clans to gain any reputation. Like a student working for their mentor only for them to backstab the very being that gave them rise. The smaller clans are left to rot and die out. And the Vision Hunt Decree didn't help either. Many people died fighting and many were driven insane until they couldn't handle it anymore. It felt like the world wanted you to be alone. Killing your family, and taking away your name. Hate was all that was left of you. Now, you were left alone in this selfish world.

The door slowly opened, creaking as it did. You eyed it lethargically, knowing full well that lies can flow out of your mouth like poison. You didn't care much, after all, what do you get to worry about? It's not like you had anyone waiting for you outside of these walls. You had nothing to lose. A short male came whistling in as he stared at the small file he had on you. "Strange", you thought. "So laid back." Maybe that was to be concerning but he looked quite friendly and carefree. But that thought quickly disappeared as you remembered, this is the Tenryou commission. And that distaste for higher-ranking clans started to heat up.

"Let's see, what brings you in today?", the short man said. His cheeky smile spear across his face as if he was talking to a friend, rather than a total stranger.

"I don't know you tell me." You replied, gaining a giggle from the man. His maroon hair had a small black streak in it, something you would have never noticed had he not bent over to cover his mouth. From the looks of it, he doesn't seem to take things seriously.

"You were brought in for an investigation. And I would like your help." He said as he straightens himself. Clearing his throat and dusting off his chest. "The name's Shikanoin Heizou. I am the Tenryo commissions' detective and we got a case to solve."

"Yeah, sure, like the person brought here against their will and tied to a chair will help." You smirked as sarcasm laced your words. And besides what good would you be? "Why do you need my help anyway? There are tons of other more capable people that can carry you to a solution."

"You've got quite a mouth on you, huh?" He giggled. "Looking at your records, it seems you know the outskirts of Narukami Island pretty well."

"Why not get an adventurer or a surveyor to go with you? Why me out of all people?"

"I think you'll be very useful to this case." His eyes stared into yours, laser-sharp and threatening. Like something dangerous lies beyond them. You mentally gulp under his gaze. "Now, let's get going before the trail runs cold." He stated while starting the leave the room.

"Yup, I'll be there with you in a bit."

"Oh! Sorry, forgot you were tied down. My co-workers are very rude, I'll give them a word later." He again giggled as he turned around and untied your ropes. After graciously removing your restraints, you and Heizou made it outside with some glances from the other officers. Not to mention the same officers that tied you up and watched you leave.

You debated running away. Sneaking behind a nearby store vendor to avoid any more confrontations. If anything you just wanted to get away from his annoying whistling. The tune wasn't even catchy or rhythmic. Just a lump of notes that may have sounded good if it were following the typical pattern of a song. But while looking around for a good place to hide, you noticed his glowing teal vision that resided by his hip. Its glow was enticing and beguiling. Visions were mysterious and unknown by your clan. Not many had them and if they did, their line of work found little use for them. It was quite admirable that whoever was granted one, was also granted the attention of a god. But one fact was known, visions granted power. And power was what you despised after the fate of your family.

"So, detective, were to?" You questioned nearing the edge of Inazuma City.

"You'll see when we get there!" He turned to give you a wink and a smile. You could tell he wasn't telling the whole story. But by his style of talking, you knew you wouldn't get many answers if you questioned him. So, the journey to an unknown destination was pretty quiet. Except for his whistling. In concern for your sanity, maybe talking would occupy his mouth instead.

"So, do you often do investigating with strangers?"

"No. Not really. But it sure is fun!" He answered. Quickly shushing the high pitch noise he previously made. "It is quite interesting. Human emotions and reasonings."

"Why is that?" You retorted. Even though you try to avoid any human interaction, you preferred him talking over whistling. "Are you a therapist on your off time?"

"Funny, but no. I just like messing around and seeing people's reactions!" His closed-eyed smile made you concerned for your safety. "Oh! Looks like we are here!"

The area was overgrown. It was unkept and seemed like no one has lived there in a while. Just over the hill, you could see Inazuma city and its glowing lights made the place you stood look dark. Wooden boards and debris were scattered along the property, but one house stood in the center of it all. Moss and various other plants have made their way onto the porch and through the cracks. Life thrived in an abandoned, desolate place. Heizou walked up to the building wondering about the clues he could find. But you knew this place.

"Tell me. Why are we here?"

"For the case of course!" Heizou said without turning to you, unaware of your changed demeanour.

"There is nothing here." You said in a sad tone.

"Of course there is!" He turned slowly to look at you. Your body almost looked smaller, as if hiding from something. Like a mouse in a lion's cave. Heizou found that interesting. With just his eyes, it was all he needed to know that you knew this place. You, of course, remembered your home. "The evidence is standing right in front of me."

Instantly, your body perked up. You knew you shouldn't have gone with this man. "I should've ran when I had the chance!", you thought. You met his eyes. They were filled to the brim with anticipation. Like an owl awaiting its prey. You dared not to find out where his strength lies. But at the same time, you didn't know his intentions. But your family is dead, what gain can come from something long gone from this world. Except, you still stood. Air still fills your lungs.

"Everyone that lived here has been reported dead. All but one." He walked towards you. You followed his feet movements backwards. "I'll admit, you impressed me. It took quite some time to track you down. Even after the vision hunt decree you still managed to get away from me!"

"What do you want?" Your voice was shaky as your breath quickened. A wooden plank caught your foot and you fell on your behind, earning a small squeak to slip past your lips. Before you could get up, Heizou was standing over you.

"I just wanted to say..."

"I found you, Y/N!!!"

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moonfurthetemmie · 8 months

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June 10, 20XX

Mercury is the only one in the office. He seems calm, but anxious.

"Jasper is out getting samples for me, so I'll try to update the record quickly. The stranger-"

A sudden banging from off camera causes Mercury to jump, and turn. He grabs something from under the table. The banging continues, with voices that sound like they're coming from the other side of a door, but Mercury doesn't move. Eventually the noises stop, and after a few minutes Mercury turns back to the camera.

"Fuck, they've been doing that all day-" His voice is quieter than before. "Okay. The stranger is gone. We haven't seen hide or hair of them. None of the others have said a word about them; not that we've tried asking. They all try to attack us and get us out of the hazmat suits, to 'join them', if they see us. Also, we've discovered some vectors of transmission, as well as...symptoms? Yeah, fuck it, I'll call them symptoms, this is definitely a fungal infection."

Mercury pulls out a smartphone.

"Firstly, transmissions. The main vector seems to be air. These mushrooms give off a number of spores that will attach to and grow on just about anything. So far no one's been infected this way, but looking at the state of the manor, I'm sure it'd only be a matter of time without our hazmat suits."

He holds up the phone, waiting for the camera to focus. It's a picture of a hallway, covered in reddish-orange film. Large mushrooms sprout from the darkest corners, and mold creeps along the floors and walls. Along the walls are square-shaped areas of mold, spaced regularly apart, that seem to be letting through a smidge of light. Presumably, these used to be windows.

"We think blood is also a likely vector, as well as skin contact," Mercury says, lowering the phone. "Before Paraiba was infected, she said Silver and Koroit went in a room alone together; and that was before Koroit start growing mushrooms. Paraiba wasn't sure what had happened, but she said Silver also came back with bite marks on their shoulders that were bleeding. Silver apparently said that Koroit had similar marks that weren't from them. Fungal STD! Isn't that fun."

Mercury shudders again. "And as mentioned previously, Koroit had some interest in Zircon prior to all of this starting. Most of us were pretty sure they'd had--" Mercury does a few fake coughs. "--Intimate relations. It wouldn't surprise me if that's how Zircon got infected. All of that, plus the fact that the stranger had gotten Koroit alone for a while prior to her acting weird, it's likely that the stranger is the one who infected Koroit."

Mercury leans back in his chair, arms folded. "But if that's the case, and blood is a transmission vector, why hadn't Obsidian shown any symptoms? The stranger got to him well before they did Koroit, and it didn't take long at all for Koroit to start growing mushrooms on her. Obsidian was fine, though. I'm almost tempted to find him and ask."

He is silent for a moment, then shakes his head.

"Eh, whatever. He can rot. He deserves it."

Mercury picks up the phone again.

"Now, symptoms. The symptoms of an initial infection appear to be white, itching patches on skin, lack of coordination, and confusion. After that the coordination improves, the white patches spread and begin to grow fruiting bodies, and what seems to be an all-consuming desire to spread their sickness. Which is even scarier when one of the transmission vectors is blood, and you already live with someone who’s known to force himself on people.

“Honestly, I'm praying to whatever gods are out there that Obsidian actually is immune, because if he suddenly decides he wants to spread this nasty shit, my office is not going to be safe no matter how much we reinforce the door."

Mercury sighs and sets the phone down, tapping his finger on the desk. "Let's see...I don't think there's much else to report on. We've made progress with an airlock, but neither Jasper nor myself are engineers, so we can only hope it's enough. But I can rig up a shower thing to decontaminate our suits when we come in. I've already created a solution that can kill the fungus--which, mind you, is incredibly toxic to all things and is in no way to be used as a cure or treatment--so all I need to do is make a little shower thing. I might have it drain out into the hallway; the fungus and mold isn't quite as bad right out there just yet, so it shouldn't make too awful a sludge. Right? Right."

The video ends.

#Untitled.MP4 #JMV #JMV Mercury #Moonfur Writing

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magpies4nights · 6 months

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21 isn't much different from 20 which isn't much different from 19 but it's a drastic change from 18 (Dev log #12)

Oh man. If you thought you had a bad week, I had to come back to school without a charging plug for my computer because I forgot to bring it, so I had to come to classes coping as hard as I could and not open my laptop unless I really needed to. Well, I didn't have an instance where it died in class, but it was close to on Monday. My legs were fucking aching throughout the week. I don't know if its because I barely walked over the break or what but there was a point where I couldn't get up from my chair I was sitting on and where I was eating dinner because my legs hurt so bad and weren't working anymore. I had to sit there for 30 minutes to get up and rot in my bed. Anyways, the break was... nice I guess. 50% of it was either recovering from school and the other half is trying to get the motivation to do anything but feeling so exhausted that I couldn't.

Anyways, I haven’t done much. I have completed Dummy’s base sprites, and they are probably going to have the least in the main cast, with a whopping 28 frames! (Applause) I wanted to give them that choppy incomplete feeling. If you’re asking about the Cashier, he has 39. Xandra has 44. I currently am working on Party Person’s base sprites (They look absolutely cursed) and then I’ll do Halloween Herson’s (I really don’t want to do hers because I decided to make her design so complicated, but a drastic redesign is not really a good idea at this point). After that, I’ll probably do Kyu’s and Priyah’s and then the back ground characters that people care a lot about except for Tiny Terson. I hate him so much why is he so small I hate him as much as I hate Rose from the Titanic/j

lel

(sorry. This was the only thing I was thinking when doing her idle sprites LMAO)

Anyways, I'll be honest, I got no ideas right now for anything other than sprites. School is beating the crap out of me because the review is coming up soon (I'm barely surviving), they just confirmed the date on Friday, which, I'll be honest, took them longer than they should've.

Anyways do you guys think I should have made a whole separate tag for this fan game or should I just keep tagging the same 4 tags....

#fan game #fan character #gasa4sc #gasa4 #Scaperat

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arson-the-clown · 1 year

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Prompt 2: "Have you Been Drinking? You look terrible." Jeff the Killer and Eyeless Jack

"Have you been drinking? You look terrible. Well, you smell terrible" Eyeless Jack turned to face his good friend Jeff as he entered the small abandoned home EJ had been camping out in for the past few months. Jeff and EJ were known for picking areas around each other since they tender to rely on each other so heavily, but Jeff was nothe kind of person to stomp his way up to EJ's door reaking of liquor.

"Fuck dude I haven't even made it through the door yet." Jeff grumbled in his harsh voice, damaged in a fire long ago.

EJ have a small, almost imperceptible laugh "You smell like mud and cheap rum and you're walking like you haven't slept in a week. You aren't exactly being the most careful right now."

There was a thump against the floor, and then EJ felt Jeff's presence move closer and sit on the rotting couch perpendicular to the rotting armchair EJ himself sat on.

Jeff let out a long breath "It's this case Slender has me on. This kid has me fucked up dude. He's getting under my skin in all the wrong ways."

That struck EJ as odd. Not much actually bothered Jeff. Hell, not much made Jeff feel anything other than mildly agrivated as far as EJ knew. "Well, tell me about this kid then. Though once again I'll state that I don't know why you bother bending over backwards for faceless and dickless."

Jeff groaned "I'm not getting into this shit with you again dude. As a human it benifits me to have someone with some actual oompf on my side in case shit goes sideways. I might be able to take down really almost any human, sure, but you know that's not all we have to fucking deal with."

EJ tightened his grip on his cane slightly, as it had been a gift from Jeff and while he didn't need it, it did bring him comfort "What am I, chopper liver?" he gave in, knowing that as much as he despised it Jeff made a fair point "But I digress."

"Ok so" Jeff paused to light up a cigarette, where he got them EJ would never know "This kid is fucking with my head dude. I woke up the other day and-and he had a whole ass meal for breakfast made for me. Scrambled eggs and shit. I came home, well back to the asylum anyway, and he cleaned and sewed up my cuts. Look at this shit!" He must have rolled up his sleeve, but he certainly stuck his arm out at him.

EJ tilted his head slightly "Jeff I can't look at anything. I don't have eyes."

He could practically head Jeff's eyes roll in his head, then felt Jeff walk forward and he grabbed EJ's arm, placing it againt some sewn together cuts in Jeff's cool skin. EJ nodded and then pulled his hand away "Thank you"

"I'm sorry Jack I don't know how the fuck I still forget after all these years man."

"I'm really not worried about it. This kid sounds good for you. He's taking care of you. I'm almost jealous."

Jeff sighed "Nah, man. I worry about this kid. He barely talks but when he does it's with the most mindblowing observations. Hell, he even surprises me without talking. I came back in a bad mood one day and he made me a cup of tea, brought me the book I was reading, and made me dinner. It's like having a husband who forgot how to talk."

"Maybe that's what you need" EJ observed "Someone to bring you routine and structure."

"I guess, but he's so damn quiet I know almost nothing about him."

EJ sat back in his chair and began to consider this, but Jeff sat oh his feet and began to lay his head in EJ's lap.

"You're concerned about not being able to return the favor. That if you don't he'll think himself ill used or neglected in some way."

Jeff sighed "Yeah, I guess. That's one way of putting it."

EJ began to gently run his fingers through Jeff's hair as he spoke "Thankfully for you, in this your reputation precedes you. You're Jeff the Killer. I hardly think he'll expect anything in return. But, if you want my honest opinion, the best thing I can suggest is to pay attention to him in return. Offer the same level of respect and intimacy."

"Ugh Jaaaack."

"Shush, I know it's work, but the way you two work together will be so much smoother and less annoying for it."

"Thanks Jack. You're the best."

EJ wouldn't have said this next part if he thought Jeff would remember it, but he could feel Jeff growing heavy with slumber in his lap.

"Just remember, he'll never know you like I know you. He'll never know how hard you struggled to get on your feet, let alone build up the courage to talk to Slender. He'll never know that you prefer beef stew to chicken soup when sick, that your face feels so much younger in your sleep, that you secretly envy the proxies though you don't think anyone has ever noticed they way you stare at them. Or-" EJ stopped himself with a sigh "I suppose none of that will ever matter though. It seems yet again you are the blind one. Or perhaps I'm just too close for you to see. No matter. Regardless, I'll guard you while you sleep. Lord knows you need it. "

#creepypasta #jeff the killer #eyeless jack #creepypasta fanfic

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icannotreadcursive · 1 year

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i come bearing QUESTIONS 🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

You sure do come bearing questions! I come bearing answers!

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

Man, good question. I feel like a lot of my fic is quite sweet, but I do definitely tend to have a blend of sweetness with angst and other feels so I don't really have anything that's just pure tooth rotting fluff. That said, the Halloween and Christmas bonus fics for A Force of Nature are about as close to pure fluff as I get and Snacks and Midnight Blues is pretty damn sweet too.

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

Write whatever the hell you want and don't worry about hypothetical other people's responses to it—your writing needs to be for you first. Remember you're doing this for fun, so have fun with it. It doesn't matter if it's “cringe” or messy or unpopular or has been done a million times before.

That and, if you're starting to post on Ao3, please go read the Fanfiction Author's Guide to Metatext I wrote a while back—save yourself and others from a few headaches

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

I've just been re-reading Lunar Synthesis to get back into writing it and this exchange from the second lycanthropy Q&A still gives me a chuckle every time:

“I will gladly accept pets though,” Sirius said brightly, still halfway out of his chair. “If you see me as a dog—pets, fetch, snacks, I'll take it.” “You've been like that since before you became an animagus,” Remus pointed out. “That's true,” Sirius agreed.

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)

Uhhhh, I write such a broad range of things—some genres, like mystery, I generally don't write as fic, but I'm perfectly comfortable writing in general. Same goes for action—the kind of fic I'm inclined to write rarely has action sequences, but more of my original work does.

I guess the best answer for this really is smut. I have never posted smut and I generally don't write smut. I do write sex scenes but that's not quite the same thing. Good smut is really hard to write and—because it's not a kind of writing I often do—my skill level with it is lower than with other kinds of writing. So I continue to not write it.

I also am not sure how well I'd do trying to write a real tragedy. I love tragedies, several of my favorite stories are tragedies and I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about what makes for a good tragedy, but I am such a finding-happiness-in-the-ending kind of bitch that it would take serious effort for me to craft a plot that is actually tragic and I'm not sure I'd have the discipline to stick with it.

#eiiri answers #eiiri plays games #ask game #fanfic #fic writer asks

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writingsoftrash · 2 months

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Alice In Mechaland Chapter One, Part IV Savior At The Eleventh Hour

Alice continued with out the slightest hint of discomfort, smiling as she took down her ponytail, and rolling her neck to stretch it, "If you'd like, I can get your clothes dry-cleaned tomorrow. I uh, might have some clothes for you to wear, but- they're probably not anything you'd want to work in, so- I can grab you some things. If... you want to stay that is." "I... am. I do - I think." he followed after her, "But you don't have to do that, I should have some units still stored in the bank-"

She laughed, shaking her head with a wry smile, "Uh, still working on that actually, friend. Getting the banks to unfreeze your accounts, and your agency to release you from your contract has been more of a hassle than getting the cops to free you. Ironic, because your agency was perfectly fine to let you rot in a jail cell or worse, but now that you're free... well. Those are the... other 'issues' I mentioned before. But- I promise, I'm working on it, and everything should be resolved soon, so, you don't need to worry!" He moved in front of her, pale green eyes looking over her, studying every inch of her face for any tell, any possible subtle note that could reveal to him what game was being played- "What is the catch?" he asked finally, head tilted as he looked at her carefully, "I know I asked you before, and you answered but there is always, a catch... I simply wish to know, so it does not catch me off guard." "There's no catch," she replied, giving a small indignant huff, "You need help. I want to give it. That's all there is to it, I'm afraid. I realize it's odd for a human to give a shit about you, and you're not wrong to mistrust my intentions. But- I do care. I have no intentions of tricking you, or stabbing you in the back- or worse. I'm sorry if it's so confusing... I just want to help you, you deserve to be treated just as any other man." Just as any other man-

"N-Now, if you don't mind... I am... quite tired," she said, offering an apologetic smile as she moved past him, "So I'm going to catch some z's, but I'll set my alarm for early. We can go grab you some clothes and drop off your suit at the dry cleaners. I've got some errands I need to run anyway, so does that work for you?" He nodded slowly, though made no attempt to turn and look at her- "Yes. Well, if I am still here in the morning, of course..." He paused, waiting for her answer, waiting for some sign- "...I hope you will be," she said softly, voice as unrelenting and without any trace of hidden motivation, "I know it's strange, and I know despite being programmed to trust humans, you're probably deep down wondering when the other shoe will drop. And you should be wary - especially after all you've been through. It's on me to show you that I don't mean you any ill will, trust is... earned, not given. But I do promise you, Joe. I just want to help. Really. I'm happy I was able to get to you before the worst happened." And then her door was closed gently - and he turned to look at where she had been standing, eyes gazing at the now empty spot before turning to look into the room she had offered up to him to rest his wires in. The moon was in the window, bright and shining unto him just as it had in the forest with David in what had seemed like a lifetime ago. Real. He wondered in the back of his brain, if the woman behind the closed door was real just as the moon was now - perhaps - under the light of this real moon, his troubles were truly over. The thought was odd - foreign to him even. From the moment of his inception, he knew what he was, what his purpose was, and the irrefutable fact that one day he would become obsolete and thrown away. He had told David as much, hadn't he? So why did he now feel an unfamiliar feeling settle into his wires - unable to name what exactly it was?

After a moment, he turned to walk into the room that would be his, settling down in the chair beside the neatly made bed- eyes looking up into the night sky outside the window.

He had much to think on.

Chapter One: Part I || Part II || Part III || Part IV Next Chapter Masterpost

#gigolo joe #a.i artificial intelligence #gigolo joe x oc #gigolo joe fanfic

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♡ "the next time i see you, it'll be in hell" / "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me"

♡ pairing: connor kent (superboy/RotS) x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / i was listening to 'esa hembra es mala' by gloria trevi so if you do speak spanish, that's a song rec while you read this fic. if you don't, listen to 'hermit the frog' by marina instead!

"connor please, you're giving ME a headache and it's only seven in the morning," his friend, jake, spoke as his hands covered his face, "wait, shut up, who is that?" connor asked, seeing you with a few friends.

jake sighed, "that's ( your name )," he spoke softly, "she's friends with everyone here. some like her, some can't stand her. it all depends on how she feels with you." you were schools resident 'popular' girl and had a bit of a following among your class.

"i'm gonna go talk to her," connor said. his friends eyes widened, "connor no!" jake screamed, grabbing his friend and pulling him back, "she's a complete bitch, don't do it!" jake exclaimed as he could tell that everything he was saying was going over connor's head.

you fixed the newspaper that had superboy's face plastered on the cover, "i just think that superboy could beat robin if i'm being honest. PLUS he's attractive because you can actually see his face," the day old conversation between you and your friends about who was the better sidekick struck up again and anyone who knew you knew how much you adored superboy.

"hey ladies," you turned to look at the boy, confused on who he was as you had never seen him around school. you gave him a small smile, "uh, hi?" you asked, "do i know you?"

the boy who approached you was wearing sunglasses which threw you off considering your school didn't allow anyone to wear them inside the building. you looked to his other friend, recognizing him as someone you had in your Calc class.

"just wanted to introduce myself, i'm connor," he said, giving you a sly smirk. you shook his hand, half awkwardly, "please i'm ( your name )," you replied as you saw the way connor gave jake a wink, "is there something you wanted or?" you asked again, not knowing why he was still here.

"no, just wanted to say hi to my future girlfriend," you let out a laugh, catching everyone off guard, "please, as if," you replied as you grabbed your friends and walked away, kind of taken back by the new boy.

"he was kinda cute," one of your friends said as you rolled your eyes, "uh, not really? kinda weird if you ask me," you replied, looking down at the newspaper, "well, i'm going to class, see ya," you said, walked towards your AP Lit class.

you sat down in the front, immediately talking to the friends you had in the class. it wasn't even five minutes later when connor entered the class, immediately smirking when he saw you. you growled, instantly annoyed at his expression.

"ah, so you've met the resident new boy?" you nodded as your friend giggled, "he's really nice. made more than a friends already," she said as you shrugged, "okay and? he had a lot of nerve coming up to me and telling me i'd be his future girlfriend," you replied.

she let out a belting laugh, "yeah, he told meghan from fifth period the same thing," you saw connor walking up to your desk and before he could make himself comfortable next to you, you instantly put your leg on the chair, "don't even think about it," you said, not even looking at him, "the desk in the back is available though," you smirked as you watched your teacher roll her eyes at your attitude.

connor bent down to your level, "don't gotta be so hostile, sweetheart, i know you like me," he whispered before getting up and leaving.

your friend, looked at you, laughing at disbelief at both of your attitudes. you rolled your eyes, trying to pay attention to the discussion as you could feel connor's eyes on you almost the entire time.

throughout the weeks and going into months, your relationship with connor didn't change. he arguably became the biggest pain your ass from the beginning of the day until the final bell rang. he managed to befriend a few of your friends which meant that you were around him at times.

you sipped your coffee as you were reading the newest article on superboy, "ah, ah, ah, what do we have here?" connor asked, taking the magazine from your hand, "superboy fan, huh?" he scanned the cover, a smug smirk coming onto his face as you snatched the magazine back.

"yeah, someone who's actually useful in life," you replied as he walked with you to your locker. he had never saw the inside of it and taken back by the amount of photos you had....of him, "aww, don't be that way, sweetheart! maybe one day superboy will actually give you a chance," he joked.

your annoyance instantly shot up as you slammed your locker and walking away, "see ya later sweetie!" he screamed. you stopped in the middle of the hall and flicked him off, "the next time i'll see you, it'll be in hell!" you yelled, storming off to class.

you walked into class, sitting down as your friend, henry, walked up to you, "hey babe," he said, a warm feeling crossing your face at the term of endearment, "hey henry, what're you up to?" you asked, seeing him looking at you, a bit nervously now.

"i was wondering if you were free-," before henry could say anything else, connor walked up behind him and tapping him on the shoulder. he had heard the conversation between the two of you and knew exactly where it was heading, "uh, she's not interested, better luck next time," connor stated, surprising henry with his sudden angry attitude.

henry knowing he didn't want to risk the chance of getting his ass kicked walked away from the conversation as you stared at connor with rage in your eyes, "what do you want?" you seethed as you saw connor's smirk playing on his face, "you weren't actually entertaining him, were you?" he asked in disbelief, "i literally hate you with every ounce of my being," you blurted, finally sick of connor's attitude.

his mouth hung open as you got up from the desk, "do me a favor and PLEASE leave me alone, that's all i ask," you stated as you walked out of class and deciding to ditch for the rest of the day.

"told you she was gonna blow up," jake informed as he sat down in his seat, connor still standing in place, taking in everything you had said. he knew he was being a bit of an ass but he didn't know you were that angry with him.

connor knew he had to make this up. he genuinely did like you and he didn't want to ruin his chances with you because of his shitty attitude. throughout the class period, he picked his brain for ideas until sirens went off in his head.

SUPERBOY.

he knew you were practically in love with his alter ego and he knew he could use superboy as a way to persuade you into giving him another chance. that is if he played his cards right.

you reluctantly showed up the next day, trying to avoid connor as best as you could. you were talking with a few friends, gossiping about the fight that superboy and robin had against a few low level villains in metropolis last night.

"hey, look at connor," jake whispered, seeing his friend practically beat up. you were taken back by his appearance as he had a few bruises on his arms and legs, "are you okay?" jake asked connor.

connor shook his head slowly, his body still recovering from the night before, "what were yall talking about?" he asked, trying to redirect the conversation. everyone looked to you, "someone was gushing about superboy, so please, if you'd continue," meghan said playfully.

"oh shut up, like you don't have robin posters all over your room," you retorted as you watched connor struggling to stay upright, "all i'm saying is that superboy remains the best sidekick there is. did you see the way he walked out of that fight scratchless and look at robin, he nearly died," you continued.

meghan instantly retorted as you noticed how eerily silent connor had became. you turned over to him, about to say something sarcastic towards him until he flopped on top of you, passing out completely. you looked down at him, "connor?" you whispered, "hey connor, wake up," you whispered, shaking him a bit.

"take him to the nurse!" jake yelled at you as you grabbed connor by the arm and pulling him against you, "fuck off, he's heavy as hell," you breathed, trying to steady his weight against you before walking slowly towards the nurse.

you made the walk to the nurse but by the time you made it, connor had woken up, "don't take me to the nurse, please," he whispered, "what are you talking about?" you exclaimed, "you clearly aren't okay and you don't look okay either," you added on.

he steered the two of you to the family bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit, "clean me up here, i really don't want to be questioned right now," he said, nothing cocky or playful in his voice. you sat him on the toilet, bending down to clean his face first, "hey, is everything okay....you know at home?" you asked.

he laughed, shaking his head, "these injuries aren't from my guardians if that's what you're wondering. i kinda got into a fight last night," you stared at him confused, "did you lose or something? these injuries look horrible," you replied.

"course i did, just took a nasty beating before i won," he said as he flinched at the rubbing alcohol hitting his arm. you muttered a sorry as you put a band-aid on a few of his cuts, "listen, i wanted to say sorry for acting like a prick," connor muttered a few minutes later.

you were taken back by his apology, "i knew i was being an ass but please don't take this as me joking but you're actually the best thing that's happened to me since i transferred," you remained silent, not knowing to respond as you put the last band-aid on his knee.

"and if i could have a second chance, that would be super dope, ya know?" he tried to say without sounding nervous, "you better not be joking, kent," you threatened, putting your finger on his chest and shoving him a bit.

connor flinched back in pain as you muttered a sorry, "i'm not joking, i'd really like to take you out for coffee sometime," he asked as he grabbed your hand and gave it a kiss. you agreed as you responded with a kiss on his cheek, "also, i had this lying around my room and figured you'd like it more than i would," he dug into his backpack and gave you a magazine.

your eyes widen seeing what it was. it was the magazine that superboy first appeared in and you had analyzed a few signatures of his to know that it was his signature on the front, "did superboy sign this?" you practically tried to contain your excitement as you ran your finger over the sharpie.

connor nodded, "i met him one time after he saved a few people in metropolis last year and got him to sign the magazine. i figured since you like hm a lot more than i do, you'd take care of it better than i would," overwhelmed with excitement, you grabbed connor by the neck and kissed him.

connor was taken back by the sudden kiss but awkwardly responded with another kiss as you held the magazine close to your chest, "i can't thank you enough for this connor," you whispered, your lips still on his a bit. he chuckled, "just meet me at the coffee shop near the school and that'll suffice," he replied, giving you another kiss before slowly getting up.

"now lets get to our second period before we get marked truant again," he grabbed your hand and held it as softly as possible, "you know how much shit our friends are gonna give us, right?" you said, laughing a bit. connor nodded, "nothing we can't handle," he replied as he squeezed your hand in reassurance.

#dc x reader #dc imagine #dc #superboy x y/n #superboy x reader #superboy imagine #connor kent #connor kent imagine #connor kent x reader #connor kent x you #comics

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johnsamericano · 3 years

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𝔖𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯 ℜ𝔲𝔰𝔥 𝔧.𝔧.𝔥 •2•

Hi hi! I'm back with another chapter. This one might not be as good(?, it's a really fluffy chapter so bear with me.

warnings: sugar daddy jae, he's a big baby, tooth rotting, kinda long.

sugar rush m.list.

taglist: @thoreeo @trustmahluv @sunny-nyu @nanascupid @silent-potato

“Sir, there’s a girl asking to see you.”

“Hey, I’m not a girl!” He chuckled as his finger pressed the button to communicate with his secretary.

“Let her in.”

Only a few seconds later, your head was peeking through his door.

“I brought you coffee.” You extended your hand out, showing him the carton containing two iced drinks. “Are you busy?”

“Not at all, come in.” You sat on the elegant, individual sofa in front of him, his desk serving as a separation. “Are you here to spy on me? Don't you trust me with your father's case?” He pouted, typing something in his keyboard while your palms started sweating.

How could you not trust the man with the highest case winning index in the whole country?

Briefly, after your encounter with the other lawyer, you'd googled him as well as his company. Because of his incredibly high fees, he didn't have many clients, but those few who had enough money to cost him were almost assured to be on the winning side. So then, why hadn't an excellent lawyer like him popped up when you'd first looked for popular firms? Simple, he wasn't popular.

Just like a hidden gem, only a few had the pleasure to know Yoonoh, and you felt beyond grateful for paying that stupid membership weeks ago.

“No, no!” You were quick to defend yourself, frantically shaking your hands to support your previous statement. “Just wanted to be of help.”

Truth to be told, after receiving your first weekly allowance, an unsettling feeling had been squeezing your heart ever since. Call it guilt or whatever, but it didn't set right to be receiving si much help from him when you hadn't had the chance to do anything in return. The least you could do was trying to be polite.

“You shouldn't be spending your money on me. I'm the one supposed to spoil you, remember?” He grabbed the plastic container by the lid, sipping the bitter liquid with an amused smile. “But thank you.”

“I paid my rent yesterday.” You blurted out, trying to avoid the uncomfortable silence threatening to settle between the two of you. “And I still have money left to save for my father's hospital bills, maybe even buy a present for my aunt.”

He admired how noble you were, making sure those around you had enough before even thinking to do something for yourself.

“I have a party this Friday, would you like to attend with me?” Your presence wasn't required as it wasn't a big event, but by the look in your eyes, he knew you were itching to do something in return for his kindness.

“Yes, of course!” Your orbs sparkled with excitement, finally feeling yourself useful.

“If you don't mind waiting, we can go buy something for you to wear right after I finish with this.” For what seemed like the tenth time in less than ten minutes, small beads of sweat rolled down the back of your neck. Thank God he wasn't able to see them. “Oh, come on, don't give me that look!”

“You’ve already done so much for me. I can buy the clothes myself, don't worry.” With a deep sigh, Yoonoh rose from his chair, taking long strides to surround the desk separating you. “W-what are you doing?” Now kneeling on the floor beneath you, his face was dangerously close to yours, coffee breath crashing against your nose.

“Using mind control to convince you to let me take you out.” He stared at you for a couple more seconds before saying: “Is it working?”

“I think your mind control is broken.” You whisper, unable to hold back the small giggles bubbling at the back of your throat.

“How about now?” He batted his eyelashes, trying to act cute despite his bold features. You shook your head.

Just as you thought it was over, his hand went up to cup your jaw, his thumb drawing uneven figures on the ticklish skin.

“How about now?” He repeated. You stammered, unsure of what to say. “Sorry, that was inappropriate.” Aware of your awkwardness and the rising heat in your cheeks, he stood up, walking back to his chair. “But I do want to get you something, would you let me?”

With your mind busy and your guard low, you nodded, unaware of the silly smile on his face.

“I have a few novels on my shelf in case you want something to kill time.”

“Thank you.” You moved to the huge bookshelf facing his desk, grateful your face wasn't visible anymore.

The books were ordered by genre and size, starting from the biggest law-related textbooks to pocket-sized novels, ending with the smallest one he had. The little prince.

Your eyes widened in disbelief. Yoonoh didn't seem to be the type to read that kind of heartbreaking yet beautiful book. Nonetheless, as many said, you can't judge a book by its cover.

An hour or two later, you were halfway into the first book of flowers in the attic, immersed in the small world the author had created. Yoonoh had finished his work a few minutes before, but distracting you when you were reading so vividly, seemed like a crime. He enjoyed the way your eyebrows would knit together every time something shocking happened, clearly too immersed in the novel to notice his intense gaze.

“Y/n...” He whispered once he noticed you were starting a new chapter. You blinked twice, hands clutching the book tightly as you noticed he had finished his work. “You can take it home, don't worry.”

“Sure?” He flashed his pretty dimples as his eyes turned into half-moons.

“You can come back for the rest of the saga when you finish this one. Take as many books as you please, I’ve already read them all.”

“Thank you.” Another act of kindness you had no way of returning. His favors just seemed to be piling up before you could even return any. “Would you like to have dinner with me today? I'm a great cook, or so did my father said.” You blurted out quickly, twisting your hands nervously as you waited for an answer.

“I’d love to. But I might have to attend some work calls if you don't mind.”

“I don't, maybe I'll even have time to bake a cake while you're at it.” God, how bad he wanted to take a picture of that adorably nervous smile.

“Great, so it's settled. Dinner at your place after we go shopping.” He had already put his blazer on, offering his arm to guide you out. With shaky fingers and sweaty armpits, you grabbed it, walking by his side with his secretary’s gazed glued on you. So much for a girl, huh?

Once seated in his car, with the book resting on your lap, you allowed yourself to relax. Yoonoh wasn't a bad person, on the contrary, he was very kind, so there was no use in keeping your guard up when he was around.

“Ready to roll?” You cringed at his use of slang, making him drop his head back to laugh. “What? Isn't it a thing you cool young adults say?”

“Maybe twenty years ago, Yoonoh.” It was the very first time you used his name so informally, and, oh how good it felt to hear you saying it?

“Fine, I won't use it anymore.” He poked your arm like a little child, and for a moment, you wondered if he was actually more than a decade older.

Several bad jokes, two dresses, and a quick stop at the grocery store later, you arrived at your apartment. Yoonoh held everything while you entered the passcode, struggling not to drop a can of vegetables that was starting to bend the edge of the paper bag.

“Ready, hand me something.” You both entered with your hands packed with different things. You went to your room to leave the new dresses while Yoonoh set the paper bags down on the kitchen counter.

“So...” He clapped loudly. “What are we cooking?”

“I bought the ingredients for lasagna. Is that okay with you?” He nodded, lips pressed and dimples in display. “Alright, let's do this.”

It would've been of great help if Yoonoh had told you he didn't know how to cook. But of course, part of the fault was yours for not noticing when he tried to add ketchup to the recipe.

“I burnt it.” He looked at the semi-carbonized pasta with disgust, feeling ashamed of having ruined your dish. “Let’s just throw it away and order something.” He was about to touch the hot container until your grip on his wrist halted his movements.

“We just pulled it out of the oven.” You shook your head in disbelief at the man standing in front of you.

“Sorry.”

Despite Yoonoh’s endless complaining, you ate the lasagna. The flavor wasn't that bad when you scratched off the burnt parts, especially when accompanied by a cold glass of wine.

“It’s not that bad.” You repeated over and over again. A phone call interrupted him from self-pitying any further. “Go on, take it.” You continued eating while he spoke in the living room.

It wasn't until a couple of minutes later that you realized he was whisper yelling at whoever was on the other line. It was your first time seeing him angry, and you didn't like it one bit. The way his face turned completely stoic, his eyes cold as his hand rested on his hip. Sweet, caring, Yoonoh was gone.

“I told you I needed it for today.” He said through gritted teeth. “You better get it before I arrive back at the office, or you can find yourself another job.” Even after he hung up, Yoonoh stood in the middle of the shared area, clutching his phone so tightly, it seemed like it would break any minute.

You wanted to ask if everything was alright, if he needed any help, but most importantly, if the things he needed were related to your father's case, but all the words stuck to your throat like insects in a spider web.

“I need to go.” He simply said, not even bothering to fake a smile. “Thank you for dinner, I'll see you on Friday.” With his free hand, he grabbed the coat hanging from his chair and left, slamming the door on his way out.

Was that the real Yoonoh?

A shiver ran down your spine. What had you gotten into? From what you'd seen, it was only about time he would show his true self to you as well.

All the trust you'd built up during the day, had crumbled down in a matter of seconds. The worst part? You didn't even feel entitled to be scared, not after all he'd done for you.

‘Just keep your distance.’ You repeated like a mantra as you got ready for bed, leaving the book you'd borrowed right where he'd left it, afraid it would burn your fingertips even with the slightest touch.

(...)

The week wasn't nearly as long as you'd wanted it to be, and soon enough, you were struggling to zip the dress you'd bought days ago. Your makeup was done, and Yoonoh had texted you he was on his way, yet, you'd been fighting with the zipper for at least ten minutes. Your fingers were cramping, and the clock was ticking.

Just when you'd finally started to drag the small piece of metal, the doorbell startled you, causing you to let go of it.

“Fuck!” Have you ever felt so desperate that tears start pricking your eyes? Well, that was the exact case happening at the moment.

You opened the door with the salty water collecting at the corner of your eyes, surprising Yoonoh, who was wearing his best dimply smile.

“What’s wrong?” He had a bouquet poorly hidden behind his back, probably to apologize for the night he abruptly left and almost knocked down your door.

“I-I can't zip up my dress.” Your voice came out shaky, giving away the emotions burning your gut. Thankfully, Yoonoh didn't seem to notice, and if he did, he didn't mention it.

“I’ll help you.” He, not-so-discretely, put down the bouquet, gently turning you around to your discomfort. His cold hands touched your back as he dragged the zip up, noticing how tense you were but deciding not to comment on it. “Oh! You haven't moved the book from where I left it.”

“I haven't had time to read.” He hummed, crouching to reach for the bouquet and hand it to you. “Thank you.”

“It’s my way of apologizing for the fit I threw a couple of days ago.” A fit? That was one way to call it.

“It’s okay.” You lied as you pushed the corners of your lips to form a credible smile. “Let’s get going.”

The flowers were left on the kitchen counter before you left. The ride in the elevator was awfully quiet, and Yoonoh had no idea what had happened. You were so chatty the last time he saw you, so of course, he was taken aback by the sudden change.

“It’s not going to take long, so we can head out for some drinks later if you'd like...” You nodded, for you knew speaking would only expose your discomfort. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah! Just nervous about the party, that's all.”

You stood by Yoonoh’s side for the rest of the evening, smiling and nodding at his acquaintances’ comments. At one point in the evening, a man, not much older than you, approached you both with a wide smile.

“Dude, I hadn't seen you in ages. Stop sending your workers and come see me yourself.” They hugged. Why were they hugging?

“Y/n, this is my brother, Sungchan.” The man with puppy-like eyes embraced you tightly, almost as if welcoming you to his family. “Sungchan, this is y/n, my girlfriend.” He said it so naturally, it’d take a detective to figure out the truth about your relationship.

“I’ve heard a lot about you. I'm sorry for your father. But don't worry, we'll take those bastards down.”

“I’m not following...” You blinked repeatedly, eyes going back and forth between Yoonoh and his brother.

“Sungchan is a doctor. I asked him to look at your father's case for further evidence. My assistant was supposed to pick up the report the day we had dinner, but she forgot to drop by. Now we’re a day behind schedule.” The dark cloud surrounding him seemed to be slowly dissipating as you heard his explanation. “This is an important case, and I want to be as meticulous as possible.”

Thank you didn't seem the right thing to say at the moment, at least not with Sungchan standing there, so you simply grabbed his hand, squeezing it to let him know how grateful you were.

To your surprise, he didn't even flinch as he locked your hands together, causing a small giggle from Sungchan.

“Okay, love birds, I'll get going.” He waved you goodbye, making his way to another table where his friend waited for him.

“Can we talk?” You whispered in his ear, afraid one of the numerous attendants would hear you.

“Sure.” Without letting go of your hand, he drove you to a small, private garden just outside the ballroom. “Are you gonna tell me what's wrong now?” His thumb caressed your knuckles with gentle strokes.

“I’m so sorry.”

“What for?”

“I pushed you away at the minimum trouble when you were only helping me.” He hummed as if he already knew about it. “And it will probably happen again, so please, be patient with me. I'm going through-” Your face collided against his chest as his arms draped over your shoulders, squeezing you tightly.

“Call me reckless, but I've wanted to do this for a while.” Your hands hung at the sides of your torso, unsure what to do next. “You can push me away, I'll understand...”

Instead, your palm found its place in his back, rubbing up and down the designer jacket. Your hair started turning messy from the night breeze, some strands striking Yoonoh’s chin as his embrace only grew tighter.

“Let’s get out of here.” He mumbled, crawling the back of your head with his hand. “Sungchan can deal with my father's friends.”

“Are you sure?” His hum vibrated through his chest, making you giggle at the odd feeling.

Once seated in his car, his hand found yours like a magnet, the warmth emanating from it comfortably enveloping your skin.

The calmness of the atmosphere was interrupted by a call from his brother, who seemed to be anxiously explaining something through the phone.

“Just tell him I had a work emergency.” With that said, he hung up, placing his hand back again on top of yours. “Sorry, he said it was urgent.”

“It’s okay.” An unsettling feeling pinched your stomach, but you decided to dismiss it, immersed in the chilly weather of the dark streets.

You arrived at the river, where Yoonoh asked you to wait for him while he bought a couple of beers. It was a sight to see, both of you clad in fancy clothes, barefoot and chugging down can after can.

“I think I like being with you.” You declared, mind fuzzy from the alcohol intake.

“I think I like it too.” The tips of his ears were rosy, revealing he was as intoxicated as you, maybe even more.

“Would you like to visit my father with me tomorrow?” The words flew out of your mouth before you could even realize. Afraid you'd killed the mood, you tried to excuse yourself, only to be interrupted by his lips grazing your ear, placing a timid kiss on your lobe.

“I’d love to.” It was the sweetest peck, no ulterior motives behind it, just pure affection.

“Are we going too fast?” In your drunken state, what you had felt like a real relationship, not a simple agreement. And this sure felt like a first date.

“We’re moving at our own pace, I believe.” He dropped his head on your shoulder, pressing against it to relieve the dizziness clouding his mind. “Are you okay with that? Maybe you don't want to be with an old creep like me, and I'd totally get it. Just don't let me get my hopes up if that's the case.”

“You might be old, but definitely not a creep.” Your fingers combed through his abundant hair as your mind wandered into the future, grateful for the fact that he wouldn't become bald soon. “Or are you?”

“I don't think so.” Anyone who walked by would've seen a couple of goofs, too intoxicated to talk without slurring the words, but you were living in your own, comfy bubble. “I should get you home before it gets too late. Come on, I'll call a driver.” He tried getting on his feet to no avail, stumbling back a little before falling back on his ass.

“My apartment is nearby. You can stay for the night.” You grabbed both pairs of shoes as his arm surrounded your shoulder for assistance. “If you keep supporting your whole weight on me, we're both gonna fall.” People on the street shot you a couple of funny looks, which was understandable since it wasn't usual to see two drunk idiots walking barefoot in the middle of the night.

“How long till-” Hiccup. “-we get there?” His stare seemed to worsen with every step. “God, I think I might throw up.”

“Stop acting like a teenager, we're almost there.”

As soon as you arrived at the small apartment, you sat him down on the little step where you changed your shoes. You left both pairs on the rack, proceeding to put on slippers to enter the house.

“Don’t leave me here!” He whined, stomping his feet like a little kid.

“Just wait for a second!” His attitude was starting to get on your nerves to the point where you couldn't feel the effects of the beer anymore.

You grabbed a rag from the kitchen cabinet and dampened it under the sink. Yoonoh was half asleep when you walked back to him.

“My head hurts.” He mumbled as you sat in front of him, placing his left foot on your lap. “What are you doing?”

“I don't have any slippers that will fit you, and I don't want your dirty feet making my house dirty.” With utmost delicacy, you wiped away the dirt from his toes, noticing the small scratches caused by the gravel he walked on.

He touched your hair while you finished with his other foot, tangling the strands with fascination.

“Done, get up.”

He followed your indications as you guided him to your room, where you laid him down on his side in case he threw up.

“Are we visiting your father tomorrow?” He asked while snuggling under the covers.

“Sure.” You cleared his forehead from the strands falling in it, grazing the soft skin of his forehead. “Sweet dreams, gigantic baby.”

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A candle to light the way

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Genre: Angst, horror, splatter

Characters: GN!MC + The brother, dateables and Luke.

Universe: Obey Me! x Corpse Party CH2

Warnings: physical and mental violence, intrusive thoughts, blood, deaths

A/N: in this chapter I’ve shipped Simeon and Solomon a little, don’t ask me why

Word Count: 2423

Other chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

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The fall seemed to have been worse than expected.

Solomon could hear his ears ringing and severe nausea. He didn't seem to have anything broken, fortunately, but he was still disoriented. A strange musty smell that fills the air was certainly not helping him.

The sorcerer had tried to sit up and a strange sound had warned him; he was not alone. Fortunately, it was dark enough not to be an easy prey. He could hear footsteps getting closer and an all too familiar "ouch" had made him let his guard down. "Simeon, it's you, isn't it?"

"A bit injured, but yes!"

The angel sat awkwardly close to him; Solomon could hear him complaining.

"I have to say, falling off the floor is quite ironic for an angel."

Simeon had laughed softly, but Solomon could sense that he was in pain. Though still disoriented, he had reached out to Simeon.

"Is everything alright?"

With that poor visibility he was only able to grab the air. The light from his DDD could have helped him. He had searched for the device in his uniform pocket, but without success. Had it fallen somewhere? All he had to do was go blind.

Simeon seemed to have understood what he was trying to do, so he looked for his DDD and turned on the screen. All his problems with that device were well known, but he had improved a lot ... or at least he was able to turn on the flashlight without too many problems.

A beam of light hit Solomon's eyes, who, still disoriented, looked away for a moment, just long enough to get used to it.

Simeon passed him his DDD and then brought a hand to his left forearm, stifling a scream of pain. Solomon had turned the light towards him; luckily his arm seemed just a little bruised.

"Can you move it?"

The angel had nodded. "I think I fell on it"

"I'll handle that"

Solomon had gently wrapped his hand around Simeon's forearm, but something was wrong; he was reciting a spell, but nothing had happened. Simeon had looked at him with a slightly confused look.

"Solomon?"

"I can't use magic"

How was it possible? He could no longer feel his powers, much less use them. He wanted to help Simeon, but he couldn't. It was time to figure out where they were.

The DDD's light had illuminated the room, revealing some battered desks, a cupboard and sinks. A science classroom?

The sorcerer had risen to his feet, helping Simeon, who still looked shaken.

"Why are we in an elementary school?"

"Mh?" Simeon had looked around, putting a hand under his chin. "Is it a human school?"

"It should. It's definitely not RAD. And I feel something. It's as if something wrong happened here "

That classroom was falling apart; the floor was rotten and ready to give in, while the unmistakable smell of mold and something rotting came from the walls.

"Solomon"

The sorcerer had turned to Simeon who was looking at an old science skeleton awkwardly leaning on a chair. A shiver ran down his spine. "... that skeleton is not for science lessons" Upon closer inspection, the skeleton presented a fracture on the back of the skull, on the parietal bone, and the jaw was almost completely detached. That poor soul must have suffered a lot before leaving.

Solomon had sought Simeon's gaze, but he was inspecting a sheet he had found at the foot of the skeleton. He was very old and looked stained with dried blood. After finishing reading, the angel had stretched the sheet towards Solomon, beckoning him to read.

<< I beg your forgiveness. It's just that I was so hungry. I'm so sorry. >>

The rest was illegible.

Simeon seemed sickened by the possibility that someone might have eaten another human being. Even after his time in Devil Doom, certain things weren't easy to conceive. He had reached out a hand to the skeleton. Laying it down slowly so as not to risk moving it.

"May you find peace." He whispered feebly.

An unknown voice behind them had replied to those words with a 'thank you' and they both turned to look. A strange blue flame was floating in midair. Though shapeless, it was as if it was watching Simeon insistently.

"You shouldn't have come here, now she will come and get you"

"Take us? Who is coming to get us? "

The flame had started to vibrate, as if moved by the wind "I said too much ... it hurts so much!" Without further ado, it was gone.

Meanwhile, Simeon had headed for the exit, but the retractable door didn't seem to want to move himself by an inch. Solomon had reached him and as he touched the door, he had felt a shiver almost like an electric shock. Something was telling him not to open that door.

He had cautiously turned off the DDD's flashlight and pulled Simeon away, signaling him not to speak.

Slowly they hid behind the teacher's desk.

A few seconds later, a large figure had passed close to the classroom and stopped in front of the door and then left after emitting a guttural and inhuman noise.

Both Simeon and Solomon had been holding their breath the entire time. After making sure he was gone, Simeon heaved a long sigh.

"Solomon, how did you know he was coming?"

The sorcerer didn't know how, but that feeling had just saved him. "I do not know. Something told me to hide. "

"We have to find Luke and the others"

Something clicked in Solomon's mind. He remembered the ritual, then the floor giving way and… MC! If he couldn't use magic, then neither could they.

“Luke and MC are the most at risk. We must find them as soon as possible. "

Against that thing, a human without powers and a little boy could not have many chances.

Sure that the figure was gone, Solomon had cautiously approached the door that hadn't resisted to open this time

The corridor that led in the direction where that mysterious figure had gone was inexplicably impassable because the wooden planks had collapsed. The only way forward was the opposite one. Not that they were thrilled to see him again.

Although both had lived long enough in Devil Doom, the darkness of that corridor awakened that familiar fear in them that prevents you from thinking rationally.

Lightning illuminated the corridor, in a total state of decay. Some folders and papers were scattered on the floor. They were very old, old enough to raise questions.

They remembered the ritual, then the fall. After that the dark.

Solomon had frowned. How could he have been so stupid to agree to do a similar ritual? So not caring? He should never have allowed such a thing to happen.

Those old documents said "Heavenly Elementary School" and the date was very old. The sorcerer had begun to think that it could be a very complex curse.

A childish laugh had made his blood run cold. On the other side of the collapsed floor, a tiny figure was watching them, all around a luminous halo. The lack of one eye made the expectation of that spirit a bit macabre. He hadn't said anything, he just looked at them. Shortly thereafter it disappeared into thin air.

"You know, I'm starting to regret Devil Doom," said

Simeon.

"How's your arm?" Solomon had noticed that Simeon was still holding his forearm.

The angel smiled faintly "It will pass"

Solomon had motioned for him to follow him to a flight of stairs. Waiting for them was another skeleton, a half-torn sheet in his hands. Judging from his position, the boy must have fallen down the stairs, severing his neck.

Simeon had reached out to take the sheet wrapped in cobwebs; It seemed to be a short farewell letter.

The angel sighed and gave the sheet to Solomon; Another victim of that school. He was probably running away from someone. Probably, the stairs were solid enough for him to go upstairs. Each step emitted a faint creak from the wooden planks. The dust produced by their movements tickled Simeon's nose who had barely held back a sneeze.

The situation upstairs was certainly no better. The evident state of decay was present everywhere, some cockroaches ran along the floor. The sound of rain and thunder outside the building was becoming more and more insistent.

Solomon had looked inside the pockets of his uniform, finding candles and lighting one and then fixing it on the floor, and then writing a message on the ground.

<< Simeon and I passed this way. -Solomon. >> Maybe the others would have found it and seen the message.

Simeon had watched him, giggling. "Since when have you brought candles with you?"

"You never know that the power fails, and they can serve me for a romantic dinner with MC or a magical ritual!"

"You are impossible"

Most of the doors on that floor seemed to be bolted to the walls, almost as if some strange force was holding them in place.

“I feel something, but I still can't cast spells. I'm starting to believe that something is blocking me somehow. "

Solomon, convinced that he had Simeon close to him, had instead realized that he had been talking to himself the whole time. "... Simi?"

Simeon had emerged from a classroom that had mysteriously opened, giggling. "Simi? Since when do you call me that? I thought only MC did it "

Solomon, a little confused, had put a hand behind his head. It was true; she had never called him that. Who knows why he had done it.

Simeon had motioned him to follow him into the room, revealing the interior of another classroom. Half of the floor no longer existed because it had collapsed and on the other side there were stacked several desks. On the blackboard the phrase 'Anyone found running through the corridors will be severely punished' was written in clear letters, while someone had engraved something on the wall with a sharp object.

“Run; he's coming to get you.” Solomon whispered as he ran his fingers over the engravings on the wall. Without the magic, if that man had returned, they would have been in serious trouble.

"Where do you think the others might be?" Simeon's voice came from behind him. He looked worried and the sorcerer was too. He hoped Luke wasn't wandering the school halls alone.

Something on the floor had gleamed when Simeon had pointed his DDD's flashlight in that direction; It was a rusty old key. The angel had put it in his pocket and continued to search.

He had sighed at the thought of Luke alone somewhere. He remembered that the floor had collapsed, and he hadn't had time to reach it. If something had happened to him, he would never have forgiven himself. He was starting to wonder if he was there with them.

The sorcerer, meanwhile, had tried - unsuccessfully - to open one of the windows, which seemed to be nailed to the wall.

The heavy rain almost completely blocked the view, but the lightning allowed him to see a forest around the building. He wasn't sure how many kilometers it could extend.

A sound of surprise from Simeon made him turn abruptly. In front of the angel there was another of those strange blue flames, motionless. It was as if he was watching Simeon in silence.

The angel was observing the returning spirit, the light of that flame reflected in his eyes.

Solomon had approached him cautiously, but the spirit had not liked the sorcerer's proximity, so much so that it moved around with annoyance. He raised an eyebrow, surprised. Did they not want him near them?

Simeon had opted for a friendlier approach. Before turning to the spirit, he had cleared his throat. After Devil Doom he got used to certain interactions. "Does my friend bother you?"

Solomon raised his hands in midair as if to say 'Are you serious?' And Simeon shrugged. The spirit seemed to agree but was not very talkative.

Simeon had turned to Solomon with a smile on his face that the sorcerer knew well. "I do not go out"

"If you want them to talk, you have to do it"

He no longer had his powers, and a spirit was teasing him. As he left the classroom, he clearly heard the spirit laughing. Solomon had looked into the room, but Simeon had motioned him to stay outside. The sorcerer was gone with a grin on his face. Surely, he would have avenged himself for that outrage.

Meanwhile, Simeon had crossed his arms, waiting for the spirit to step forward. They were floating by the window.

“We don't like sorcerers. It's a charlatan's fault we ended up here. "

Simeon had heard Solomon mutter a ‘I am not a charlatan' and silenced him.

"My brother and I died due to a stupid ritual and now we have to relive our deaths for eternity." "They deceived us"

The voice was different now, as if another entity had come forward. Even the flame now seemed more restless.

Simeon remembered that MC had mentioned a site where he had found that ritual. Could it be the same?

Now the flame had changed color. It was no longer blue, but red. "Who knows if your friend wants to die"

Solomon had leapt into the room and the flame had begun to vibrate stronger and stronger.

"Try it," he said, challenging the spirit. They began to laugh hysterically and hurled itself against him, ending up miserably against a wall, incredulous.

Solomon, on the other hand, was grinning. "I may not have my powers, but don't think I'm not prepared."

The spirit had hissed against him. “And you will never get them back. In this place you are a mere mortal like everyone else. "

Solomon and Simeon had looked at each other in disbelief.

"I hope you can end up like us." His spirit had hissed before he disappeared.

"I got some admirers at what it opens, huh?"

"When they say either they love you or they hate you they weren't kidding"

Solomon had laughed sadly. Being stripped of his powers wasn't all that fun. Especially if they could help get out of there.

"Let's go" he cut short. "We will never find the others if we stay here doing nothing.”

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emeraldwhump · 3 years

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Alright, you can't say that I didn't warn you. What I learned about myself is that I deal with being stressed by writing some good old fashioned beating, and I deal with being sad by writing some teeth-rotting sweet comfort. Groundbreaking I know, well here's some soft domestic whump /comfort and a soft domestic moodboard to go with it. Enjoy!

cw: swearing, food mentions, disorder eating mention, male whumpee, physical (minor injury) and emotional whump, multiple whumpees, female caretaker, male caretaker, multiple caretakers (honestly I'm never sure how to tag it as the roles usually change but I hope this will do)

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"Care to explain what happened?"

Vivianne asked turning away from her breakfast, and curling up one of her legs as she watched her brothers walk into the apartment.

Well "walk" might have been too strong of a word. The younger one was limping on one leg with his arm around the older shoulders.

"We went for a quick training before work" Sasha started, guiding Cole to the couch.

"Uhm..."

"He fell-"

Cole's head snapped up when he looked up at his brother.

"You threw me onto the ground..." .

"Well, if you don't want people throwing you on the ground, you should be faster" The older responded but his tone was softer than usual.

Sasha helped him sit down and Cole hissed when he grabbed his leg and placed it on the cushions.

"And..? " Vi prompted, steering their attention back to the conversation, knowing that if left undisturbed they could go on like this for a very long time.

"... And I might have accidentally stepped on his ankle, after that" Now Sasha's tone was definitely apologetic.

"I swear to god, I leave you two alone for thirty minutes"

Viv muttered, sliding off the chair and walking across the room. She sat down next to her twin, nudging him to make her some space. Cole frowned at her, but moved slightly.

"Is it broken?" She asked leaning in to Sasha who was sitting across from her.

"No" Cole responded, propping himself up on his elbows.

"I'm not asking you. Sasha?"

"No, it's not, it's sprained badly, but not bro-.."

"Excuse me, I think that I know best if my own damn ankle is broken or not"

Cole said, and tried to get up, but two pairs of hands held him in place. His siblings exchanged looks but didn't say anything. Sasha started inspecting the damage done.

Viv watched him, but at the same time took her twin's hand into hers and started rubbing circles on it with her thumb, applying pressure, and sometimes squeezing his fingers slightly.

It wasn't a coincidence that she choose that hand, due to the past injury it was scarred, often bothering him with variety of issues.

Cole wasn't sure if she was even aware she was doing that, it was a habit she got into not long after it got fucked up. From the outside it probably looked like she was just playing with it, but it actually helped a lot with the annoying stiffness of his fingers, that was especially bad in the mornings, it also usually helped to ease some of the pain as well.

After a few minutes Sasha was done. He put a bandage on it, and placed the foot on the top of a few more pillows.

"Alright, that's all we can do. Keep it elevated. Vi, will you stay with him today? I'll take a turn tomorrow..."

"Sure -..."

"Wait a minute!" Cole cut in. "What makes you think that I'm planning on staying on this couch for the next two days? " He tried to get up again.

"Three days. Minimum, that's first -"

Vivianne said, gently grabbing him by his shoulders and pushing him back on the couch.

"And you will do it because we told you to, that's second"

Sasha finished her sentence, and Cole looked at them defeated.

Vi and Sasha were really similar to each other, even disturbingly so, sometimes and definitely much more than he was to them... that's also probably why Sasha had such a soft spot for her - he rarely ever got angry at her, and if he did he did, he never screamed or snapped at her - which wasn't the case for anyone else, Cole himself included. Well that's surely for the best, cause Viv absolutely couldn't handle it when Sasha was mad at her.

Cole sighed, he knew how stubborn they could be. Arguing with one of them was enough of a chore, but with both at once? It wouldn't give any results and definitely wasn't worth the effort. So it looked like he didn't have much choice but to begrudgingly comply.

"Great, I'm bored already" He said, throwing his arm over his eyes dramatically, to show them that he doesn't like this situation in the slightest. But apparently they both were blind to his suffering, as they ignored him and without a word went to the kitchen - Vivianne to finish eating breakfast and Sasha to make himself coffee.

Sasha never left the house before Viv was finished eating. It was one of the first signs that something was wrong - whenever she was stressed, worried, upset or anything, she just didn't eat. So he always waited till she was done to make sure that everything was alright.

Vi didn't like it when they were worrying about her like that, and there was no way that she didn't notice what Sasha was doing, but she never said anything about it and so it became something of their morning ritual.

After about ten minutes, she put the empty plate in the sink so Sasha grabbed the keys to one of the cars and walked to the door.

"Good luck" He said instead of goodbye.

"Thanks" Cole answered.

"I was talking to her"

And with that he closed the door.

Cole showed him a middle finger and crossed his arms. Then he looked warningly at Vi, who was currently failing at keeping a straight face.

"I'll get you a pillow?" She said carefully after a moment, it sounded more like a question.

He nodded and closed his eyes - a whole day (because he definitely wasn't planning on staying here any longer than that) of doing nothing and sitting still sounded like a nightmare.

After a few minutes he felt Viv's arm around his shoulders, making him lean forward and a soft pillow sliding underneath his back.

Cole grabbed her shoulder to help himself sit up, only realizing that it was the bad one, when she flinched slightly.

"I'm sorry" He quickly said rubbing it gently, even through t-shirt he could feel the rough texture of her scars. She nodded briefly but didn't say anything about it.

"Does it hurt? Have you eaten already? Do you want a blanket?" The girl asked instead.

"Yes, no and no"

Vivianne went and took one of the bowls from the counter, she also grabbed his meds, Cole noticed a bottle of painkillers among them.

"Eat first"

She ordered, handing him a bowl of what turned out to be an oatmeal topped with a ton of fruits.

Completely ignoring what he just told her, she placed a blanket over his legs. Then she stood up, to immediately crouch down behind him and started awkwardly braiding his hair, to try and keep it from falling onto his face. Cole chuckled.

"You can't braid hair for shit"

"Be fucking nice, or I'll cut it short"

"You wouldn't dare"

She put an elastic on it and moved closer, placing her chin on his shoulder.

"Try me"

And with that she sat down on the edge of the couch again.

They talked for a bit while he was eating, but not long after he took the pills, Cole could feel his eyes staring to close on their own. A hand on his shoulder guided him to lie down and, another one took the empty bowl from him.

"Are you warm? I want to open a window?"

Sure I'm fine, he wanted to answer, but he only managed to nod. Vi smiled

"zasnut'"

She said quietly, this and her pulling the blanket up and tucking it on the sides were the last thing he registered.

When he woke up Cole noticed that the coffee table was moved closer so he could reach it. There was a book, gamepad, his sketchbook, and a water bottle along with a plate of neatly cut fruits and vegetables, on it.

Cole could hear his twin walking around the apartment, so he turned his head in her direction. For a few minutes he was just following Viv with his eyes, watching as she cleaned around the kitchen and living room.

Alright three minutes is absolutely the limit of how long he could stay still and quiet.

"Viv?"

"Yes?"

"I'm bored"

She took a deep breath and pointed to the coffee table.

"Then find yourself something to do. This may come as a shock to you but most adults actually can keep themselves entertained, for longer than ten minutes."

He turned on the console, choose some random game and played for a bit.

"Vi?"

She looked up at from above the table that she was currently cleaning.

"Chto?"

"Play with me. Please? Pretty please?"

She rolled her eyes and muttered something about how if she wanted to babysit a bratty eight year old she would just adopt one, but walked over to him and sat down on the ground taking the second controller.

Cole propped an elbow on her shoulder, which earned him a hard poke to the ribs. But he didn't move so Vi shrugged trying to shake his arm off her. When this didn't work she gave up and let him keep it there.

After two hours she paused the game and got herself off the ground.

"Will you let me make lunch in peace now?"

Not waiting for an answer she went to the kitchen, put the ingredients on the counter, and started cutting up the vegetables.

Cole watched her as she worked. Precise methodical movements - if someone didn't know her, they would probably assume that she hated doing it. He knew that she didn't mind cooking, and quite enjoyed it actually, that was just her way of doing things. That's also why he didn't really feel bad about letting her prepare everything by herself.

Viv was now sitting half turned, her hair was tied in a messy bun, and the light falling from the window turned it from white to honey blonde, also reflecting in her nose piercing.

She rarely wears her hair like that, Cole thought reaching for the sketchbook.

After she was done Vi made a quick detour to replace the ice pack on his ankle, and then placed her yoga mat on the floor and started stretching.

Cole kept to himself busy sketching, for about half an hour. But after this time passed and she still haven't ended her training he started to get bored again so he threw a pillow at her.

Vi caught it mid air, which admittedly was quite impressive, as she had her back turned to him. She stood up, looking quite pissed.

Annoying her to pass the time might not have been a good idea.

She walked over to him, and threw the pillow back into his face.

"Fuck, you're being a bitch today" Cole said.

And to be fair it was supposed to be a joke, but Vivianne scoffed, offended and turned around to walk away.

Alright, he definitely went too far.

"Vi? Hey! I didn't mean it"

He felt a small stab of guilt, he really didn't mean that, especially since this wasn't true - she wasn't a bitch, in fact Viv was actually quite sweet... well when she wanted to, and when she wasn't cursing him out.

Unfortunately she was also very touchy about lots of things.

"Vivianne, come on. I'm sorry, come back here, please"

She started to look for something in the drawer, ignoring him completely.

Cole took a deep breath, he knew that she could hold a grudge for a really long time.

Irritable and vindictive, wonder who does she take that after... He thought sarcastically but refrained himself form saying that out loud.

"Viv? My heart? Serdtse moye?"

Although he couldn't see her face, Cole was sure that she rolled her eyes.

"Light of my life?"

Now she scoffed, and muttered something that sounded like "that's a new one" but still didn't turn back.

"The sun to my moon, the-"

"Shut up"

Vi shook her head, but walked over to him and sat on the ground. She propped her elbow on the couch and rested her chin on her hand.

"That last one didn't even made sense"

"Well, it worked, so..."

He hugged her, but she just raised an eyebrow and sat still, not returning it.

"... I love you?" Cole tried.

Vi pulled away and looked at him sceptically.

"You're very fucking lucky, that I love you too, otherwise sprained ankle would be the least of your worries."

"You know that you're my favorite sister?"

Viv mercifully decided to gloss over the fact that she was his only sister, and leaned her back on the back of the couch stretching her legs and reached for the remote.

"If you pull this shit with Sasha tomorrow he's going to stab you, and I won't blame him" she said.

"He won't, he loves me too much"

"... arguable "

"Besides, he feels guilty about my ankle"

She was quiet for a bit, looking off into the distance.

"He really does, doesn't he?"

She asked quietly, Cole put a hand on her shoulder.

"No, Viv? Stop. If you'll start worrying about the fact that he's worrying I'll go insane. I only can handle you two being like that one at the time"

That was another thing she and Sasha had in commn - a tendency to spiral worrying about everything, get a bit paranoid at times.

Without turning back she touched his hand and nodded.

Some time passed, Vivianne prepared three plates, but haven't put the food on them yet, waiting for Sasha to come home first.

Finally the front door opened, and Sasha walked in, carrying a few bags of groceries, he placed them on the counter. He grabbed a small plastic bag, and walked over to the living room.

Sasha sat on the coffee table and without saying anything handed him the bag.

Cole opened it and laughed, Sasha bought him a bar of chocolate, bag of potato chips and a sweet ice tea - his favorite junk food snacks.

Viv was watching this ordeal from her place in the kitchen, with her brows furrowed and arms crossed.

"What?" Sasha looked up at her "I got you one too. I know you're like toddlers, if he gets something you have to get a gift as well..."

Viv stuck out her tongue, Sasha rolled his eyes.

"Thanks" she said mockingly "But it's not about that"

She went quiet for a bit looking at her older brother, concerned.

"You're all tense, and you have a wierd look on your face, what's wrong?" She asked softly.

"I don't know what you're talking about"

Without another word she sat down next to him, and touched his hand, which he was clenching on the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white.

Sasha let her pull it away and place it on her lap. He stared playing with her ring, rotating it on her finger, but still didn't say anything.

"Talk"

"There's nothing to talk about, malyshka"

Cole looked at him, something definitely was wrong. It wasn't about the nickname, "malyshka" - "little one", Sasha called her that quite often, but there was something different in his voice, something that made him worry.

"... pozhaluysta"

Vi simply said, and Cole knew that she didn't really need to add anything else. A word "please" from her was usually all it took for Sasha to agree to do whatever she asked.

If the situation were different Cole would probably laugh, seeing that their older brother was already caving in. After about a minute he gave up.

"Someone thought I've done it on purpose -"

"Done what?"

"Who?"

Twins talked over each other. Sasha sighed making it clear that he would much rather talk about anything else than that, but he knew that it already went to far for them to let go now.

"Nevermind who, just some acquaintance. They thought that I hurt you on purpose"

"You mean my ankle? That barely qualifies as "hurt"... Seriously you can't worry about stuff like that you'll go gray" Cole added softly.

Sasha looked at his brother's white hair significantly, but the irony seemed to be lost on him, so Sasha reached out his hand and ruffled his hair. Cole's protest was cut off by Vi.

"Cole is right. Why do you care what anyone else, than us thinks about how you treat us?"

"I don't know... I guess I just...I just hate when people think that I-"

His voice broke down and he took a moment to start again.

Vi guessing what Sasha was going to say next, quickly reached out for her twin's hand, Cole squeezed it back and nodded slightly "its okay, everything's fine". He swallowed, he really hated talking about that, so did she, and so did Sasha but sometimes it was impossible to not to.

"...that I'm like him"

Sasha said so quietly, that if the twins sat a bit farther from him, they wouldn't hear it. He slid down onto the floor, leaning his back on the couch, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Viv sat down beside him, he hesitated but hugged her, resting his head on her shoulder. At the same time Sasha felt his brother's hands squeezing his shoulders, grounding him in place.

"You're not like him, not to me. Not to us" Vi said quietly, but without any doubt.

"You want to eat something? A drink?" She added after a moment.

"No thanks, I'm fine"

"You want us to stay with you?" Now Cole asked.

"No thanks, I'm fine" Sasha repeated.

Ignoring his answer Viv nudged even closer to him and leaned her head on his arm. With a groan Cole lowered himself on the ground on the other side and propped his foot on Sasha's leg, minding his knee.

"It's just a bad day, it'll pass" He said.

"It always does" She added.

Sasha nodded reached over her to grab a book from the table. He opened it on a random page he started reading out loud. It was something that he used to do when they first got out on their own and they all had trouble sleeping - he couldn't fall asleep for shit, Cole had nightmares that woke him up almost every night, and Vi, well she probably would have nightmares too, if she could've stayed asleep for long enough, but even the smallest sound woke her up.

They had to find something to do, to calm down and to kill the time. And so they usually found themselves curled up on one of the the beds, the floor, or even in the car on the nights, when they had nowhere else to sleep.

The twins always seemed to relax after a while, and Sasha had to admit that having them close, knowing that they are safe and calm at least at the moment, calmed him down as well. This night however seemed to be a bit different, as they all fell asleep after a while.

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astro-rain · 4 years

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delicate; b.barnes

chapter eight - “hovel, sweet hovel”

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word count: 2k

synopsis: bucky and y/n arrive the shelter and take a look at what it has to offer.

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

[A/N]: what would you like to see happen next? let me know! (p.s. this is what i pictured the shelter/hovel to look like)

"I think this is it," Bucky said, looking forward at the structure in front of them.

"That's the 'shelter?'" Y/N huffed, hopelessly annoyed.

They had been walking and jogging on and off for forty-five minutes straight. Her feet killed.

"We're... gonna die."

"We are not gonna die, Y/N."

"Look at it! That is a hovel!"

"Well, inside's better than outside," Bucky retorted. "At least no one will see us if we're in there. It looks abandoned, they'll assume it actually is.”

She sighed and followed behind Bucky into the shelter. It was a one story stone structure that looked so old and weathered. It... looked like a shed. An old ass stone shed. She briefly wondered if Wakanda had a storm season because she was almost certain this thing wouldn't withstand it.

The door let out an anticipated squeak, and she was just as disappointed to see the inside as she was the outside. Bucky put the bags down and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah... this... isn't great..."

It was just as small as it seemed. And empty. Mostly. There were a few withered shelves with dusty pots and bowls, and an even more withered attempt at a table. There was what looked like a furnace in one corner with old, rotted wood in it. The wooden floor creaked under their steps.

The whole place felt like a ghost: desolate, ancient, and lonely. Except for one peculiar thing...

"Bucky?" she beckoned.

"Hm?"

(Y/N) hadn't noticed it when she first entered, but in the middle of the table sat a small, shiny, black panther figurine. It posed on all fours, looking ferociously up at her. It looked so out of place in contrast of the eternal layer of dust on everything else.

"What is this?" she asked reaching for the one thing that didn't match.

When her hand wrapped around it, energy surged into her skin. It felt almost... alive.

"(Y/N) what-" Bucky was cut off by a sound that startled them both.

In the corner across from the furnace, a section of the floor starting moving. Wood on wood on stone was not a good sound. Nonetheless, in mere seconds, there was an opening, and if (Y/N) leaned forward, she could see stairs!

Both of them remained still, feet planted on the creaky floor. They immediately looked at each other.

"What did you do?"

"I'm... not sure. I think I opened it."

(Y/N) smirked.

"What?" Bucky asked, confusion clearly evident in his tone.

"I should've known," (Y/N) shook her head. "Shuri wouldn't have led us here unless there was something more."

She held the panther figurine as she walked towards the opening.

"Wait," he grabbed her arm. "We don't know that Shuri knew that was here. What if it's a trap?"

"A trap from who? I don't think anyone knows we're here except Shuri."

"I don't know. J-Just let me go first."

"Alright. After you, oh wise one," she acquiesced, voice sarcastic but endearing all the same.

Bucky tried to suppress a chuckle. "Smartass. You're the wise one."

She tried to go down the stairs, letting him go first, but apparently that wasn't enough.

"Wait, just let me go look around and I'll holler when it's all good."

"Holler? Who says holler?"

"Me. Wait here."

"Fine," she made a show of pointedly plopping down on the top step, still and waiting as he requested.

It only took about ten seconds.

"Woah..." his voice came from far away.

"What is it?!" (Y/N) leaned forward.

"You were right! Come down, you gotta see this!"

She wasted no time... and standing beside Bucky, her jaw dropped.

"Holy..."

Beneath the ground was a significantly larger, way more modernized, and highly advanced survival shelter. All equipped with smaller versions of a table, chairs, and cabinets, along with a compact freezer and miniature stove, a chest, a closet, and two sets of bunk beds. Everything was clean and looked in optimal condition. There was even a rug.

"Shuri definitely didn’t leave you with nothing," Bucky commented, still taking it all in.

"-us with nothing," she corrected, retreating back up to the shed to get the bags.

Later in the day, (Y/N) got a handle on the panther key and how to use it to open and close the entryway to the bunker. Once she figured it out, she kept it closed, ensuring their concealment and maximizing their safety.

Bucky had found his way into the closet, listing off the contents to (Y/N) who sat on the floor, back up against one of the bunk bed legs. She was exhausted. Her body had been assaulted by adrenaline and strenuous mortal-danger-physical-activity. Bucky seemed to be fine, though. Curse that super soldier serum. His energy was always so high.

"...oh, and here's the bedding stuff. I don't know what this is, though."

(Y/N) lethargically leaned her head over to get a good view of the closet.

She chuckled. "That's a space heater...Oh! And next to it - that's a portable AC. Makes sense. I doubt they could get electric or plumbing out here."

And her head rolled back to center, eyes closing, body exhausted.

Bucky seemed to notice. "Hey, if you're tired, I can make the beds...or at least yours if you wanna sleep now."

(Y/N) stretched her legs straight out in front of her. "No, that's okay."

She wasn't about to force her one armed friend to make a bed for her. That's just rude. Especially after he carried those bags. She felt bad; she wished she had done more.

"Nah, I don't mind. It's not like I got anything else to do," he insisted, bringing the bedding over.

(Y/N) stood, body internally complaining in aching protest. She didn't really have the energy to expertly persuade him.

"Buck, it's fine." Her voice was faint.

He didn't even stop to hesitate, seemingly determined on the task. She thought it better to just give up and let him do his thing since he was so set on it. However, the sheet was fitted and there were pillow cases, not really one-arm friendly assets. He was struggling... very clearly. (Y/N) felt even worse.

He started moving quicker, frustration jerking his arm in quick, irritated bursts as he was trying to get the sheet to stay. There was still no success.

She stepped forward gently. "Bucky..."

"Damn it!" he hissed, slamming his hand on the bed frame before forcefully standing up. His hand went to his forehead, rubbing his eyes in disappointment.

(Y/N) was a statue. She had never seen him mad before; she had no idea what to do. Don't get her wrong, she wasn't scared, she just wasn't sure what to say.

"Can't fuckin' do anything," he muttered under his breath.

She finally moved forward. "Hey, forget the bedding, it doesn't matter-"

"Yes it does," he turned. "We're hiding from a collapsed regime and I can't even make a damn bed. Plus you've done so much for me, I just wanted to help with something. I just wanted to be able to do something."

Oh. Suddenly, his anger was gone. It was replaced with a miserable helplessness. It made her chest tight; she needed to fix this.

"Buck, you don't owe me anything. I'm here because I wanted to help, not because I was expecting anything in return. And I don't know what you've been paying attention to, but I watched you carry the majority of those - heavy - bags the entire way here while simultaneously figuring out the way to the shelter while my brain was momentarily smooth. You were the voice of reason in that chaos we just escaped from, and it's a damn good thing you were so calm because I don't know if I could have handled the panic of the both of us."

"You could've," he murmured. "And I wasn't calm, I'm just used to this. I was trained for situations like this."

No, she wasn't going to lose to deflection.

"Regardless, you were a huge help. Seriously."

He still didn't look convinced.

"In fact, I feel more safe here with you than I would with Shuri and the Queen. You're like a super soldier body guard."

A look washed over his face that (Y/N) couldn't quite place. He looked at her quizzically, like he was trying to figure something out.

"You... feel safer with me?"

"That's what I said, yes."

"You're not like... worried about..."

"The Winter Soldier? No."

He sighed. "How can you be so sure? You have no idea if or when I might... you know."

"We are literally the only people here, and I don't plan on saying the trigger words. So unless you plan on saying them, I don't really think we have anything to worry about. And, even if you did 'you know,' you could definitely get away with it and no one would find the body."

He turned bright red. "What?!"

"I'm kidding! Sorry. But Bucky, you've been doing so well with me and Shuri, and honestly the Hydra programming might not even be there anymore."

"But we don't know for sure!"

"Bucky..." she pleaded, turning her head slightly as to say what is this about?

"I can't trust my own mind," he sighed looking at the floor. "I just don't wanna do anything bad. It's just - weird that you don't seem to be worried at all."

"Why is that?"

"Everyone sees me as a monster."

The room was dead silent. He wasn't looking at her, but if (Y/N) looked at him any harder, she was sure she'd burn a hole through his head. How could anyone see this man as a monster? Logically, she understood what other people saw. But personally, she couldn’t find it in her to perceive him like that. It just didn’t work. All she could find was gentleness, compassion, and sincerity.

"I can't see you as something you're not," she said, whisper soft. "I don't care if you hands are 'scarred from murder' or however you said it a few sessions ago. I trust them entirely."

He finally looked up at her, his face filled with something she couldn't quite place. It looked a bit like disbelief and then it changed into relief and then something else entirely. A slow smile crept up on his lips.

"...hand."

"What?"

"My hand. Singular. Not hands."

A deep, deep smile - to match the one on Bucky - grew on her face just before the pair started cracking up ridiculously. Perhaps this was an odd way of releasing the tension, fear, frustration, and exhaustion of the day. Nevertheless, laughter was cathartic. It was so cathartic that eventually (Y/N) could hardly catch her breath and Bucky's stomach hurt. This went on for several minutes.

In time, they both calmed down. She didn't remember when exactly it happened, but they were both sitting on the floor now. They sat in between the two bunk beds, facing one another, each back leaning against a respective bedpost.

The atmosphere was different now, but not in a bad way. It felt like 2 a.m. at a sleepover, when the conversations get drowsily deep, with slow voices and honest confessions. It was heavy eyelids and low inhibitions.

A fresh wave of exhaustion washed over her. She let her head fall slack against the bedpost, resting.

"Bucky, what were sleepovers like in the forties?" she asked softly, eyes closing ever so delicately.

"Well," he started, getting into a story of his past with Steve and the couch cushions.

And that's how she fell asleep. Sitting on the floor, leaning against a bunk bed, and listening to his voice fade out into the background of her consciousness.

If only she knew how she would wake up: laying comfortably on one of the beds, with one blanket on top of her and another below her because he couldn't get the sheet to cooperate. With the pillowcase carefully draped atop the pillow instead of enveloping it because that's what one hand would allow. With the bed next to her being slept in with no blanket because he used his as the replacement for the sheet he couldn’t get to cooperate.

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