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echekate · 9 months

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Zombie apocalypse AU pt. 2

some more hc's just because I can't get my mind off it

or is it more of a drabble?..

gn!reader x Hobie Brown

tw: amputation of a limb, a mention of suic!de at the end, suggestive stuff, but mostly fluff (don't ask me, that's how zombie apocalypses work)

As the winter passes Hobie finds himself feeling quite comfortable in his new place. Wether it's the Town that has more decent ways of existance than the one he previously lived in or certain someone who keeps his want to fuck off at bay, he starts thinking less about leaving and more about pros and cons of staying, and... Well, you.

The commune that everyone basically calls the Town is quite different from the one he used to be in before the big shit TM happened. The biggest difference is probably the place having not one allmighty leader but many of them, a dozen or so people trying to keep the place, this isle of civilization, from falling apart. The second difference - no big rules. The only ones are make yourself useful and don't stir up trouble. Considering that the place doesn't have too many people, those are enough to keep the place organised and safe. Any problems that come up always get solved by "the big bosses" who look after the Town.

And the more Hobie thinks of it, lives in it, the more content he gets with how things work. After all, he's got no problem with occupying himself or being useful. And he's not the one to start trouble if he's fine with how things are going.

And then there's you.

You who was helping him during his recovery. You who welcomed him so warmly at your place, and introduced to your parents if you still got them. You who let him use your bed until his leg was fine and he could move to the couch. You who told the big bosses you'll take care of him and he won't be any trouble and a waste of resources. You who helped him when he needed to get out and shared your warmth with him during those cold nights of hunting outside

Shit, since when did he start thinking so much about your warmth?

One thing after another, everything leads to Hobie starting to hesitate. And then one thing happens that pretty much seals his fate.

Could there be a more perfect moment? You and him are at the infirmary after coming back from another sortie. His cheek rests calmly in your palm as your other hand moves over his face, cleaning small bruises left after your little adventure. Bleak sunshine of the spring sun filters through the blinds on the windows, gently touching your skin. It's quiet, peaceful, you've gotten used to sharing both talks and comfortable silence with him.

Your head's been full of thoughts of Hobie's inevitable departure ever since the winter days had ended. You feel like any time now he can just seep through your fingers and disappear. And what's so bad about it, right? He's just a boy who was there to reach a helping hand when you were in need of one. But here's the thing: you and Hobie just... Click.

There's not too many people of your age among survivors to be picky about your friends. But ever since you've met Hobie you had this feeling that if you met him before the apocalypse, you'd be best friends for sure. He makes you feel less lonely, more cheerful, more seen. You can discuss anything without judging each other. And now you have to wrap your head around the fact that he'll leave soon? You want to respect his freedom, you really do, but... Yeah, no fucking way you can just let him go.

You barely notice the way your hands slowly come to a stop as the thoughts fill your head. And just when Hobie raises his eyes at you to ask why the hell did you stop caressing his face with your lovely hands your work, you find enough courage to meet his gaze and whisper a soft "Hobie, you should stay."

Your lips are so close and wouldn't it be just a perfect moment to kiss them? Because - hell, he wants that. But despite you being just a few inches away looking at him with such tenderness, you seem like you're not going to move any closer. So the best thing that comes to Hobie's mind is to smirk and say, "Sure thing, dove. Anythin' if I get a kiss fo' tha'."

And just like that it suddenly gets to you that all those nights cuddling in the woods you probably weren't the only one to get a little too comfortable. Because now behind that cocky expression on Hobie's face you see that he means it - you give him one kiss and he'll follow you to the Hell itself. But you turn into such a mess of joy and embarrasment that you're sure you'll fuck it up. So you ask him to wait till evening. To join him on his night watch. "Promise you won't leave 'till you get it." And he gives you a promise.

And when you join him on the town's wall at night, take his hand to let him know you're here, that's when you finally give it to him. Yes, you give it, because he lets you be the one to decide if you truly want it this time and doesn't try to take it himself. After all, it's in your best interest to convince him to stay, and a kiss is the price you must pay. But as soon as you do, your deal is sealed, and that's when Hobie shows you just how much he has to give back. He spins you two around to press your back into the wall and kisses you again and again till the pile of melting snow falls from a canopy above your heads making some noise and startling you.

You stay for a few more minutes to laugh and talk quietly and soon leave to get some rest. But you go home filled with joy because you know you both felt it that moment - none of you can leave the other now without leaving your heart with them.

At some point Hobie realises he has used your hospitality for long enough and after exploring less inhabitated parts of the Town for some time he finds himself a perfect spot. The house clearly has been rummaged through and looted more than once, but it isn't the thing that takes his attention. An impressively built tree house in the backyard though... Now that's more like it. Oh and a garage attached to the house? Maybe he can even go back to crafting stuff like he used to do before the world collapsed.

Hobie doesn't wait long before moving there and finally leaving your place. And though you miss him living close to you, now Hobie has a place of his own that suits him best. A place he can and will decorate to his liking. And a place where you finally can be truly alone with him. Perfect for nice and long makeout sessions with some music playing from your old headphones you share that certainly will turn into something more with time, like pawing at the skin under each other's clothes as you grind against each other and pant into other's mouth. Yes, a perfect spot that he doesn't mind sharing with you.

And hey, he still visits you, too.

What you've got between you two you're not in a rush to name. It's just kinda there, it has been since the moment you've brought Hobie to the Town. Though if before that kiss you could pass as a couple of really good friends that just seem to get along very well, after it happens your connection becomes painfully obvious to anyone in the Town. I mean, it's hard to misunderstand. You've been close before, but now you become nearly inseparable. Some people even start wondering if it's even possible to meet Hobie without you being nearby and the other way around. You sit there with him when he tries to build stuff in his garage. He helps you with whatever you do.

It is love, that much you know for sure, but whenever you try to explain it, you fail. Because labels and names don't really matter when the world slowly falls apart, and you feel too much anyway to try to define it with few words. Hobie, i believe, barely even tries. He just feels and enjoys it.

As for 'keeping himself useful'... Let's be honest, no one has ever expected Hobie to just settle and become a proper townie. And remember? He goes wherever you go, and you go scout sometimes, so of course he keeps you company. And it's hard to express just how much easier it becomes with him around. It's a former loner we're talking about here, he knows the best spots to hide, the best ways to avoid hungry undeads. Despite the outside still being dangerous and horrifying, with Hobie by your side your chances of survival really skyrocket.

And I imagine that you meet the rest of the spidergang that way. They're lost and scared and gods know how they've managed to survive this long, but one way or another you find them during your expeditions and bring them back with you. Just for them to see just how cool you and Hobie are and want to become a part of your scouting team, too. And hell does it feel like getting children with him...

And to the darker part that i've mentioned in the end of the pt 1

Of course with a job as dangerous as yours it's only a matter of time when some really bad stuff happens. Bad as in your hand getting bitten when you already think you've managed to escape that groaning mob of shamblers. As in Hobie immediately grabbing you and putting a tourniquet on your arm to stop this shit from spreading any further, quiet despair in his eyes because he knows exactly what must be done. Bad as in him taking a deep breath and sinking a big blade of his hunting knife into your flesh, aiming to separate the joint while other arachnokids try their best to keep you in place while he cuts off your forearm, only leaving behind a piece of skin to put it over the wound and sewing it up with a few sloppy stitches. It's imperfect, but hey, he did his best, and at least now he can bring the rest of you back to the Town, alive.

Hobie's fine if you're mad at him, he takes it like a champ, all of your "I'd rather if you just shot me" and "Great, you've made me fucking useless and made me live with it" things. He knows you'll thank him later, when it gets to you he has saved your life once again. He doesn't try to change your mind or make you less angry, he just waits and nods and helps you without a word whenever you encounter a task that used to be so easy when you had both your arms but that can be so troubling now. And he's really delicate about it, only helping when you almost get too upset you can't do it on your own. He lets you let your steam off on him, but he'll immediately offer you his vocal support and anything you need as soon as you let him know you need it or need him.

And yes, as soon as you get back he starts working on making you a new forearm. First it's just some quick and simple stuff, but hey, the boy's a genius, he'll manage to make you something really good. He'll be looking for better and better materials on your expeditions and experiment with them and i'm pretty sure he can come up with some really cool robotic stuff in the end.

And when your pain and shock and anger wears off and you realise just how much strength it took him to do the thing he did and then endure your behaviour, you apologise immediately. And just as quickly he forgives you. Because hey, when the world is at the brink of death, you can't let things like that just ruin a connection like the one you two have.

You just have to understand that if one day you turn and Hobie has to shoot you, the next thing he's shooting is probably himself.

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(english is not my first language i'm struggling lmao so sorry if there's mistakes)

pt. 1 | pt. 2

#across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv hobie #hobie brown headcanons #hobie x reader #hobie brown x gn!reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie x you #spider punk x you

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superstar027 · 10 months

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"If his homie won't treat you right, he will."

Your heart beats erratically. What the hell did you just get into again?! Was this just another toxic relationship?! You were walking on eggshells for the longest time around Suguru. You weren’t sure what he could do to you. Was he worse than Sukuna?

Suguru kept you in his apartment. He says it would be better, you would be safer.

You were waiting for Suguru again tonight. He regularly came home late but he came home, unlike Sukuna who would leave you alone for days at a time. It was the bare minimum but you were satisfied with what you had… you were satisfied… right? SLAM! The loud banging of doors woke you up. You looked over to the bedroom door to see Suguru looking at you with his usual cold demeanor but there was a slight hint of worry. “Get up. We have to go, now.” You immediately stood up and followed him out of the building into his car. He was driving like his life depended on it, and maybe it did. “Suguru, what the fuck is going on?!” You screamed at him as you held on tightly to the seat of the car. His driving made you scared that you were going to fly straight out of the car. “Listen, baby, I know this isn’t the best time to say this but I really fucking love you- Ugh!” He was interrupted by a sharp turn which caused your bodies to slam to the right. “I can’t stand you looking anxious around me-“ “AGH!” He was interrupted by your scream as you lightly hit his shoulder “Focus on the road Geto! Focus on the fucking road!!” you shout panicked. Geto stopped in front of a tall building where he then carried you out in his arm, princess carry style. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you struggled to speak or even question the man’s actions. He took you to the very top where a helicopter was waiting for the both of you. You both got in as the helicopter took off.

Suguru took a deep breath of relief. His hair was slightly draping over his head and the moonlight shone so brightly over his eyes. He’s perfect. You suddenly catch him staring at you with a smirk as he laughs. You playfully shoved him with a smile “Nothing’s funny Geto!” You scolded. He smiles over at you and gets closer to your face “My bad baby…” He whispered as he planted a kiss on your forehead. You smile at the warm and familiar feeling of his love. “I know you’ve been anxious around me… but I promise- I promise I’m nothing like Sukuna. I promise I will always cherish you, love, and care for you, and make sure you’re safe at all times.” He kisses your hand and looks up towards you. “But I won’t restrict you of your freedom…” He says as he clutches your head in his hands and looks at you with a shimmer in his eyes. He suddenly held you closer to him, pulling you into a tight hug. “Run away with me baby. Let’s leave the mainland. Let’s go to an island where you and I can exist peacefully. You can even pursue that art career you always wanted yea?” You close your eyes to the sound of his calming voice. You sigh peacefully as you nod into his chest. “Yeah” As soon as you said those words, you felt his heart beat faster as he hugged you even tighter and sprinkled your face with multiple kisses.

It had been a few years since the rollercoaster start of your relationship. You could hear the sound of wedding bells ringing over the small chapel in the small peaceful town. You smiled as the chapel doors opened. Your white dress follows you gracefully. You look over towards the altar to see Geto tearing up as soon as he lays on you. The sight alone made you tear up. You closed your eyes and cherished the moment. This is peace.

Hii! Author here! SO that was the L ending but I wanna let you guys know what the other endings meant:

L (the one you chose)- LOML ending

W- um you basically enter another toxic relationship

l- you escape from both of them and become an independent artist in the countryside...

Also I know it’s short but I wanna move onto other projects now! Also sorry for the late updates school has been hectic recently and my anemic ass cannot handle that shi- so thank you once again!!

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hanmi-xo · 1 year

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CHAPTER 4: "Chaos & Confusion"

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I walked along the corridor to find the cafeteria. The sun rose with its rays hitting the trees causing the pathway to glow in between the cracks of the branches. The path there was peaceful. The green leaves danced while the tree held onto them. The sound of birds chirping filled the air. They were perched on the trees as they sang with one another. It was serene.

I soon heard the voices of people.

There were a good amount of civilians coming out of the dorm building. The campus slowly became lively with single individuals, small families, and elderly couples. It felt like a small town.

The bustling noise brought my attention to the building that appeared to be the cafeteria.

I followed the crowd and entered the building.

The place was well organized and had different levels of seatings. Although there were only a few stalls to get food, it appeared we could only get portions like every other safe haven canteen.

Upon standing in the line and grabbing my food, I began to wander the place in hopes of getting a good seat. There were stairs to go to the upper seating and I made my way up. There was still a good amount of people and it bothered me.

I know Dokyeom wants me to fit in, but where and who do I sit with?

I heard footsteps behind me and I quickly turned around. The man's eyes met mine. He froze for a moment and his eyes widened with fear. He brought his free hand up and pointed at me as if I was some kind of monster.

"You again!?" He yelled in shock.

I sighed. It was that guy with the lab coat. Jihoon was it?

"Oh, it's you," I say with a tilt of my head. I was not interested in causing another commotion.

Dokyeom says I have to be nice. I rolled my eyes at the thought of him. I heard Jihoon shuffle as he tried to go back down the stairs. It was like he was avoiding me.

I'm not too surprised to be honest. But I need to make a friend, and I don't have a lot of option.

"Hey," I call out to him. "Jihoon."

He froze in his spot once again. He was trying to sneak away but failed terribly. He slowly turned his head to look at me.

"That's your name right?" I ask him.

He slowly nodded his head with closed eyes. I can see fear run through him. As much as I felt bad for bothering him, he'll understand once I explain my situation.

"Yes... that's my name," he slowly says. "Why?"

I smiled upon hearing his response. "I'm sorry for what happened before. Can I sit with you?"

I tried to put my most innocent smile. I have to be friendly. At least until I can go find Dowon.

He squinted his eyes at. It was like he was trying to read my mind whether or not I was being sincere with my words.

Of course I was. I'm not that terrible of a person. Or so I believe.

I know I threatened him earlier, and he could have died- but I didn't pull the trigger...

Actually, that still doesn't make anything better-

"What if I say no?" He asks me.

I smiled to hide my disappointment.

What the hell am I supposed to say?

Oh yeah I'll find someone else to sit with?

We all know that won't happen. I embarrassed myself already earlier today. The least I could do is apologize to someone that I met earlier.

"Then I'll cry." I pouted at him. Men are weak to girls who cry. Well... that's what Dowon told me.

I watched as his face scrunched up in disgust at me. He was judging me as though there was something wrong with me.

I internally screamed seeing how he reacted the opposite of what I hoped for.

I slowly stopped pouting and realized how ridiculous I looked. I sighed before straightening myself out.

"Listen, okay?" I tell him. "Just this once, then I won't bother you ever again."

His expression slowly changed into a look of deep thought. He was deciding whether or not he should let me eat with him.

Yes. Please say yes.

He sighed before looking away from me. "Fine."

I grinned brightly with happiness. "I knew you were kind."

He frowned at me before rolling his eyes. "Don't make it weird."

"Whatever you say!" I pranced down the stairs and followed after him.

He sighed once more before leading the way. I followed him like a child. He knew this place fairly well. If it was me, I'd get lost.

"We're not eating at the cafeteria?" I asked him seeing how far we were getting away from everyone.

"No," he replied. "There's hardly any seating. That usually happens to late comers."

He gave me a look as if I was to blame. I closed my lips with an awkward smile.

That's probably because I caused a commotion earlier and slowed down his and everyone else's schedule...

"I apologize," I softly said.

In response he sighed. "It's whatever."

As we walked further away from the bustling section of the building, I realized some of the hallways looked the same with their bare walls and nameless doors but other ones had more color with bulletins and pamphlets.

It was strange.

"Hey Jihoon," I called for the man's attention.

"Yes?" He responded before looking over at me.

"Why are some hallways barren but others aren't?" I ask him.

He stopped for a moment before looking at the hallway we were in. He hummed in thought.

"Some of them are locked for private uses. If more people join the community, then they would be used as bedrooms," he replied. "Empty halls just mean nobody resides in the area. So wherever room people are stationed in are where the bulletins are usually at."

I raised a brow. "I thought there would be a more complicated answer."

He chuckled from my words. "Many people ask about that. I was here since the beginning of the plague. I know the place pretty well."

He smiled with pride. It was like he was showing off, but he quickly changed expressions and started glaring at me.

"I swear, if you try anything funny-"

Ah there's the suspicion of me.

"Relax," I interject. "I'll be long gone. So don't worry about me."

I don't plan on sticking around. Besides, I doubt anyone would want me here other than Dokyeom.

I don't really have anyone to go home to anyways...

The thought of my parents ran through my head along the possible situations my sister could be in right now while I stroll in this safe building. Who knows what trouble she could be in.

I realized how quiet it got and saw Jihoon staring at me. It was like he wanted to ask me something, but he hesitated to do so.

I didn't bother asking what's on his mind- or rather, I didn't think I should. I don't plan on getting attached to him or getting to know him. Just like everyone else in the world, I know this will all be temporary until I find somewhere else to go.

Jihoon opened the door to what seemed to be a small office with a large window that took over one side of the wall. There was a white bed and a few other things that seemed like it belonged to a laboratory.

"Is this your office?" I ask him.

"Yeah," he replied before sitting down in his office chair. The chair moved as he slid in causing the wheels to rumble.

He pulled out a stool from his side and motioned me to sit with him.

The place was rather well organized, even his desk was clean. I sat in the stool and placed my food next to him.

There was an awkward silence between us as I gazed at everything in his office. He had books neatly stacked on his desk next to the wall along with notebooks and journals.

He seemed to be working on something. I heard him pick up his metal chopsticks with a clank effect upon them hitting each other.

"Are you going to eat or just stare?" He asked me before putting his hands in prayer.

He was getting ready to say his thanks for the food. I quickly copied him upon realizing my rude table manners. We soon started eating after. There was a moment of silence while we ate before he decided to speak.

"There's a rumor going around that you're Staff Sergeant Lee's lover."

I almost spat out my food.

What. The. Fuck.

"HUH?" I said as I tried to stop myself from choking. "Hell no!"

He stared at me with wide eyes. He began to laugh seeing my reaction.

"Ah," he said with an amused smile. "I guess that's wrong then."

I raised a brow at him as I wiped my face with a napkin. I sighed before debating whether or not I should tell him that he's in love with my sister, but I held my tongue.

"Let's just say, he's like an older brother to me," I explain to him. "I've known him for awhile so he takes care of me like family."

Jihoon nodded his head before taking a sip from his canteen.

"Family, huh?" He repeated after me.

I nodded my head slowly as I finished my food. He stared at me for a moment before looking at the object in his hand.

"Where's your canteen?" He asks me.

"My canteen?" I raised a brow before staring at the one in his hand. "Oh, that."

I hummed in thought as I remembered how I left it outside my room.

"I left it outside my bedroom," I tell him before swinging my feet above the ground. "Why?"

He gave me a questionable look. "I got those for you, you know?"

I stared at him with wide eyes before judging him. "Oh, so you're the one sneaking around the building. I have you know, I don't accept things from strangers."

He scoffed at me.

"Listen, everyone gets those necessities." It was like he was scolding me. "I have you know, I woke up earlier than I usually do because of orders."

Orders? I tilted my head at him.

"Orders from who?" I dare ask. "Staff Sergeant Lee?"

He frowned at me. "Who else would it be?"

I scrunched my face. It would make sense that it was Dokyeom, but even so, I don't particularly care.

"I'll be fine without it," I mutter. "I'll find something else to use."

I began to put my trash together while Jihoon stared at me perplexed.

"You're really on edge, aren't you?" He suddenly says.

His voice came out rather confused instead of annoyed. It was like he was trying to read me, but he couldn't.

"Why wouldn't I be? The world is screwed over and I don't have anyone to really rely on." I say with low eyes. I picked at the stains on my bowl with my chopstick.

I didn't bother looking at him. I didn't like talking about my feelings, especially not towards a person I just met and almost shot.

I heard him move in his chair and I turned to look at him. He seemed to be thinking of something while he looked at me.

"I'll get you a new set tomorrow if that makes you feel better," his voice came out rather sympathetic. "I'll sanitize it and everything so you don't have to be so anxious."

I squinted my eyes at him. Was he feeling pity towards me?

I sighed. If this was his way of trying to form some kind of acquaintance between us then so be it. I wasn't entirely against the idea of knowing someone will go through the hassle of getting me something thoroughly cleaned.

I began to feel bad.

I leaned my head on my hand before staring at this man that could have died earlier today.

"I'd appreciate that Jihoon," I tell him.

He rolled his eyes at me. "Don't make it weird."

I laughed at his comment. "I'm not. Just being grateful that's all."

He shook his head at me with amusement, but before he could speak, I heard a scream.

It was faint but I could hear it.

My ears perked up and I got off the stool. I reached for my gun, but what I felt was a different object. I looked down and remember how Dokyeom took my handgun and gave me a knife as replacement.

I narrowed my brows.

"Shit," I muttered.

Jihoon soon stood up. "What's up with you?"

I hushed him with a hand towards him to stay quiet. He tried to speak again, but I hushed him once more, signaling something was going on. There was a moment of silence.

It was almost inaudible, but I heard it.

There it was.

A snarl with a follow of a bang.

It sounded like it was hitting a door.

I turned to look at Jihoon and he stood there with his eyes wide. He must have heard it too.

"Stay here," I tell him.

"You're going to check it out?" He said with surprise. "Are you crazy? We should tell the guards!"

He went to grab his radio off his coat pocket.

"You can do that," I tell him while I heard him switch stations on the device. "Just stay here, I'm checking it out."

Before he could protest, I left the room with a shut of the door. I was careful not to make too much noise as I followed the sound.

It was coming from the hallway we were just at. The barren hallway where no one is supposed to reside.

I squinted my eyes as I tread lightly. I had to be careful. Who knows what's going on in that room.

I looked down at the floor and saw no blood, but the closer I got to the room, the louder I heard muffling with the follow of clamping of teeth.

Jihoon said the door was supposed to be locked... Nobody should be inside there.

I slowly turned to the knob to see if it was true, and it wouldn't budge. I frowned. I heard another bang and I backed away from the door.

"Are you crazy?"

I turned to see the man who followed after me. He was light on his feet. He made little noise and was carefully whispering to me in fear of what could happen.

"I told you to stay at your office," I whisper back.

He glared at me. "I may be a researcher, but I can't leave a woman to defend herself."

I narrowed my brows at him. "Stop playing hero and go back."

The snarls soon got louder with a follow of a bang. He backed up while I took out my knife.

"Go back, Jihoon," I tell him once more.

He stared at me with detest. He was certainly against my words.

"Atleast tell me your name before you get yourself killed," he quickly says.

I looked over at him. Was he being serious?

"How the hell do you not know my name?" I say with a hint of confusion.

He looked at me with full offense. "Nobody told me your name." He tried to keep his voice low. "They just referred you as the young lady stationed in room 4-7 they saved last night."

Is he fucking for real?

I sighed. I don't have time for this.

"Noe Jaewon," I quickly say. "My name is Noe Jaewon. Now just go, Jihoon."

He stood there for a moment before looking at me with shock. He didn't say anything before nodding his head. I didn't question his reaction since I had more important matters to deal with.

I turned to look back at the door that suddenly seemed quiet.

The silence was eerie. I didn't like it.

I didn't like it one bit.

The door began to bang repeatedly. It was trying to break the door down.

Bang.

Jihoon stood next to me as if he felt frozen in place. I couldn't speak nor could he. It was like we were waiting for the inevitable. If we ran now, our backs would be vulnerable to that thing.

Silence.

It stopped. Or so I hoped.

The door flew open and I quickly pushed Jihoon out of the way before jumping the opposite direction. He fell to the ground while I landed on my feet. I was crouched to the floor when my eyes met the beast.

It looked human, but it also didn't.

It huffed and puffed as if it just turned. Behind the monster laid a woman in a lab coat whose body was mauled into pieces. The scent of blood reeked the air with the splatter of blood everywhere.

Glass was shattered through the window with the follow of blood stains. I could only imagine what happened to the poor woman. How she got dragged into the room before getting killed inside.

The monster twisted its head as it looked at me before turning to Jihoon who was struggling to get back on his feet.

It was analyzing us. It was like it had some sense of consciousness or control over him. I watched its every move as I raised my knife to it. Whatever it was planning, I had to be ready for it.

It snapped its head up as if it was in a trance before letting out a hellish screech. It was ready to lunge at Jihoon.

"JIHOON RUN!" I yell.

I watched as the man shuffled to his feet before running as fast as he can. His steps were light, and the beast ran after him.

I dashed as fast as I can as I chased the mutant. It wasn't an evolved so it was much slower than the others, but its speed was still fast.

"SHIT," I cursed under my breath.

I followed them down the twist and turns of the hallway, and I could hear Jihoon telling the civilians to run the moment a person shows up in view.

Their retreating figures weren't fast and some stumbled to the floor. I felt fear running through me of what could happen to them.

Once the beast reached them with their shaking bodies, I expected the worst.

But nothing happened.

It continued to chase Jihoon as if nobody else mattered. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Mutants attack any human they see, but this one- what's wrong with it? Why was it acting different?

I ran past the scared civilians as I got closer to the beast.

I don't know what the fuck was going on, but I knew one thing.

Whatever this mutant was up to- was not normal.

I took out my knife and jumped on its back. I pierced the metal into its neck in hopes to slow it down, but atlas, it kept going. I held on to it in hopes of not letting go.

"Why the fuck aren't you slowing down!?" I curse at the beast who ignored me.

It stumbled for only a moment when I jumped on it before it continued to target Jihoon.

I deepened my knife in hopes of wounding the thing, but it was acting as if it was numb to the pain. I don't understand why it didn't hurt. The neck and brain are its weak points, so why the fuck was it acting as if it was immune?

Soon, Jihoon ended up at the cafeteria were everyone was at. I could only assume he was avoiding dead ends which lead him back to where we once were.

I gritted my teeth in fear of what was to come.

The doors flew open by the beast's strength before it threw me to the ground. My knife flew out of its neck and blood splattered everywhere.

I watched the civilians freeze upon seeing us. There was a moment of realization as they witnessed what was happening. Jihoon stared at the beast as he tried to catch his breath. He stood in front of the seated civilians who began to panic.

Their screams filled the air as they began to run for their life.

I picked up my knife and lunged at the beast again. I was aiming for its head. Suddenly it snapped its head at me. Its head went backwards before turning its body to me. I felt a chill run down my spine upon feeling its hand on my forearm.

It stopped me from stabbing it, and I couldn't move from its grip.

It opened its jaws before closing it. The sound of clamping began as it repeated the action. It was threatening me.

I quickly dropped my knife and used my free hand to catch it before trying to stab it with my left hand. I had to stop it from biting me.

It was a direct hit to the neck once again, but it didn't wince in pain. Rather, it looked at me as if nothing happened. As if the blood he lost was nothing to it.

Then it hit me.

It was regenerated itself.

The wound on the neck I once punctured was healed like it was never there. I felt a chill run down my spine and a rush of fear take over me.

I needed my gun to kill this thing, but I didn't have it.

I didn't have anything to that was fast enough and durable enough to kill it.

It grabbed my free arm with its other hand before trying to bite me. It was aiming for my arms. My adrenaline rush kicked in. I kicked the thing away from me as I pulled my arms from its grasps.

It stumbled backwards with my knife still in its neck. My heart raced as the mutant snarled at me. I grabbed a knife from one of the tables before getting ready for it its attack.

"Come at me you stupid fuck," I mutter under my breath.

It ran straight at me and was ready to kill the thing. The moment it tried to reach me, I swiftly moved to the side and got behind it.

In one quick movement, I kicked it behind its knee causing the monster to fall. I swung my knife and it pierced its head which caused it to screech.

I crouched down on top of its back to hold it down just in case it tried to escape. I let the knife sink deep within its skull with a crack heard forming once puncturing its bone.

Then I hit it- the brain.

It's screeching turned into dreadful incoherent sounds as though it was in pain.

Then it stopped moving.

It got quiet.

I felt my hand shake as I yanked the metal out of its skull. Blood gushed out and my knife dripped with blood.

The scent of its tainted spilled organs began to sit in my nose before me realizing how much blood I got on me not from just stabbing its head, but from the overall chaos that just happened.

I panted as I tried to calm my nerves. I got off the thing, and I felt my legs get weak from the after effects of my adrenaline.

I stumbled towards one of the nearest tables before settling in a chair. My hands and legs shook vigorously as the beast's blood dried on my clothes, face, and hands.

My eyes remained on the corpse with my knife still ready for it to get up. I heard soldiers and guards arrive to the scene, but I didn't bother looking at them.

I felt everyone's eyes on me. Those who witnesses the event and those who just arrived.

But I didn't care.

What bothered me the most was how this thing entered this place. How this supposedly tight security safe haven was supposed to be one of the best.

I was mad, but I was also perplexed.

How did nobody see this thing enter this place?

And why did it only target Jihoon?

I heard someone call my name, but I remained still. I had too much on my mind and my heart was racing too fast for me to respond to him.

I felt their presence come next to me, but I couldn't look at them.

"How the hell did it get in here?" I mutter.

I sat on the white bed. Through the window, I could see Dokyeom outside talking to a man who wore a bulletproof vest. The man seemed to be in high in position with the way the guards stayed close to his side even when he entered the cafeteria after I killed the thing.

I heard Jihoon on the other side of the door and I could hear his discussion with one of the female doctors.

"I can't believe that happened," I heard her say. "Taemi is really gone..."

There was a moment of silence before Jihoon spoke.

"I can't believe it either, Soyeon," he mutters. "Staff Sergeant Lee and Seungcheol are discussing what we should do next... Everyone is on edge... I don't understand how that thing could even come in here."

I heard their footsteps come closer to the door and I watched as the woman peeked her head inside to look at me.

"Hey," she greets me. "We'll have that blood sample of yours tested to make sure you aren't carrying the plague, okay?"

I nodded my head. "Okay."

She took a blood sample off my finger for safety precautions. Tainted blood on me could have entered my system and they have to make sure I won't turn into those mutants.

She slowly nodded her head at me before pointing. "For the time being, we'll have to leave you here with the door locked because of regulations. If you need to shower there's a bathroom over there, okay?"

She was quarantining me from everyone else just as expected. Jihoon then took her place so he can talk to me.

"Are you doing okay, Jaewon?" He asks me.

I slowly nodded my head. I was still in the process of getting over what happened. The after effects were hitting me while I tried to get over it.

I couldn't get it out of my mind how this incident was very similar to what happened to the other safe haven my parents resided in.

"Hey, Jihoon," I call for his attention.

"Yes? What's up?" He asked with wonder.

Was it too much to ask him for a favor? I bit my lip in hopes he would agree to do so.

"You're a researcher, right?" I asked in remembrance of how he introduced himself.

He nodded his head with confusion on where I was going with this.

"If it's too much to ask- can you do me a favor?" I say with low eyes.

"If it involves getting you out of this room, I can't do that," He tells me.

It was like he knew me pretty well after a few hours of being with me, but he didn't know me well enough.

I shook my head. "No, it's not that."

He raised a brow in anticipation of what I may say.

"If it's possible- can you get a sample of that mutant from earlier?" I ask him.

He seemed a bit surprised from my request, but he also didn't seem to be against the idea.

"Do you want me to do some research on the subject?" He asked me. "I can. I just need permission from Staff Sergeant Lee and Seungcheol."

I looked outside to see the two men who were talking were gone from the perimeter. They seemed to have gone elsewhere while security roamed the area.

Everyone had to be scared of what happened.

"If you can, Jihoon- that'd be great," I tell him.

"Okay," I heard him say. "Go rest, and I'll tell you what I know by tomorrow."

The door then shut and I was left alone in the room. I could hear the door lock with the follow of Jihoon and Soyeon's footsteps getting further from me.

Then there was silence. All I could hear was the sound of my breathing and the ticking of the clock that hung on the wall.

It was noon and so much happened already.

I should shower, then I'll rest. So much for fitting in. I made a commotion twice today. I could only imagine what everyone is thinking.

Escort.

Would I even become escort with these conditions?

"Dowon, don't die yet. No, not yet. I'll find you," I mutter to myself.

My sister is still out there. I have to leave this place once the opportunity comes.

I grabbed the towel and spare clothes left for me on the table before making my way to the bathroom.

I need to clear my mind and clean this gunk off me. Maybe I'll feel better by then.

I woke up to the sound of what appeared to be coming from the doorway. I stared at the ceiling above me that wasn't as bright as it was before. From the looks of it, the sun was setting. I looked at the clock that kept ticking to see the time.

6:32 pm

I slept that long? Was I that tired?

I got off the bed and my body began to feel groggy. That nap didn't make me feel any better. My mind felt clouded and my legs felt tired.

I dragged my feet to the doorway and tried to open it.

It was locked.

I sighed. Of course it's locked. I'm quarantined.

I was trying to remember what happened before I fell asleep since I still felt tired. The knocking began again and I could clearly hear its coming from the other side of the door.

"Yes? What do you want?" My voice came out rather tired and annoyed.

No response.

I sighed. "Listen, I'm not trying to get into any more trouble. I already did enough today."

I felt something come from underneath the door and it hit my feet. I looked down as I analyzed the object. I crouched down while rubbing my eyes to see what it was.

Paper? A written note?

--------- This wasn't an accident. Don't tell them what you know. - X ---------

I narrowed my brows upon reading the paper.

What the hell?

Was this person telling the truth or were they messing with me?

"Hey," I softly whispered. "Who the hell are you?"

Silence.

I shook the doorknob but it remained in place. Whoever was on the other side was making sure I wouldn't know their identity. I didn't hear footsteps, though. Was this person still here?

I then heard footsteps, but they weren't going away. They were getting closer to the door.

The doorknob then clicked.

I stepped back.

Were they unlocking the door for me?

My eyes met another pair of orbs, but it wasn't who I expected.

"Oh, you're awake?" Seoyeon said with surprise. "You missed lunch."

"Uh... yeah? Sorry about that." I said confused by her words. "Were you the one knocking on my door?"

She had a puzzled expression before turning around to see if there was anyone else nearby. She seemed taken back from my question.

"No? Did someone try to talk to you?" she asked me.

I widened my eyes from her response before hiding the note in my pocket.

"Oh, maybe I was hearing things then?" I scratched the back of my head.

I couldn't tell her what happened, and if I did who knows how she'd react. I have to pretend nothing occurred. My gut was telling me to listen to the note- it felt like if I didn't, things wouldn't go well for me.

Soyeon raised a brow. "You're probably getting paranoid. You'll be safe in here, okay? Let me go get you your dinner."

I watched as she shut the door before scurrying off to who knows where.

I looked back down at my pocket before pulling out the note.

"Who the hell gave this to me then?"

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thesoulesscollection · 1 year

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I think the old men trio should go out dancing and be dumb. They deserve it, yeah?

I kept this one shot short and sweet but I'm having fun exploring this ship so thank you again.

Although it was rare for all three to get even a single day off, more a whole weekend and being able to spend it together was a treat they won't waste.

Now instead of spending it at home, in their living room watching either cheesy rom coms or action movies, the trio decided to go out to the local town. Originally it was meant to be a simple date.

They knew some would raise an eyebrow at, when they chose a classic bar attached with an extravagant dance room. One they knew and went to for years prior.

Quentin and Canterbury went first, hand in hand with one another, shamelsss in their relationship status. A loyal couple consisted of three queer old men. Out the three, they're more quicker on their feet, able to stay with the flow and rhythm. They meshed together well, their moves played off each other, hips swinging back to forth, feet tapping against the tiled floor. Soon as time goes on, they began to slow down to catch their breath.

"You outdid yourself, Cats" Quentin chuckled, breathless, clearly tipsy.

"Well, my dear. After years of my childhood to teens taking plenty of classes in my day, it's like second nature to me"

"Yeah…" Humming softly, Quentin is fond of his partner's refined extravagance, "... For an old man, you do have it still"

Naturally sharp, piercing eyes softened not bothered, more amused even at the man's sly, teasing comment. "You as well. No one quite keeps up with me like you do" He rests his head on top of Quentin's, hands around the other's waist as they slowly dance to the soft music.

"Why thank you. You taught me well"

"At least you were a lot easier to teach. With Hershell, he's as stubborn as a bull. A bull in a China shop" Both men shamelessly laugh, caring less if it broke up the reserved, silent air around them.

"He tries. Got to give him that one" Quentin replies with a lazy shrug, "Not our fault nor is his he's built like a lumbering tree with no perception"

"Speaking of. Where is he then? He should be back now with our drinks?" Curiosty got the better of Canterbury, whipping his head up and around towards the bar room, "Do you think he may be lost?"

"Lost? Really? How can we loose an almost seven foot giant here?" Quentin pipes up, sarcasm oozing into his voice.

"I know. But we both know he can get so easily sidetracked"

"Unless his mind on firmly set on something he has no problem with it. He'll return to us soon" Despite rolling his eyes, an involuntary bodily twitch maybe, Quentin still reassured Canterbury on the matter.

Truth be told, Quentin was right when twenty minutes later, Hershell, bewildered, returns with three drinks in hand.

"Sorry I'm late" As he's passing the drinks to his partners, his own placed on top the small circualr table beaide them, Hershell mentally recovered, a goofy lopsided grin on his face. "There was an arcade right next door"

"Of course there is and you went?" Cats sighs.

Once a small sip passed his lips, rich alcohol burning his throat came a quizzical reply from Quentin, "It took you nearly a half an hour or more to get our drinks"

"At least I got them. So you're welcome"

"You're a dense as hell, dumbell"

"But you'll love me" Hersh says, brazenly he touches the bare hot skin under Quentin's jacket. "You two can't ever get enough of me" The other, carefully slow this time, holds on to Canterbury's own, squeezing it lightly.

"Of course, we do. Don't we?" Canterbury cuts in before Quentin can.

Hershell's grin widened, looking eagerly over at Quentin.

"We do"

Hershell leans in then thinks, drawing back, "Nice. I love you two, too"

#Answered Ask #catisteard #Ask Away #Thsc Fic #Thsc Au #Henry Stickmin Collection #The Henry Stickmin Collection #Grumpy Old Men #Grumpy Old Trio #Quentin Alabaster #Hershell Panzer #Hj Canterbury #Domestic Fluff #Goofy Love #Poly Love #Romantic Fluff #Alcohol Ment Tw #Dancing

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1poda · 1 year

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She Hates Pirates! Pt.4

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The sun had set and night clawed its way across the sky in a dark cloak dotted with bright stars, Alba had led the Straw hat crew to the town hall where most of the revolutionaries resided- including herself- and with the help of their curly browed cook all sorts of delicious meals were shared around an outside bonfire, her men began signing merry after having their first sips of alcohol for the first time in months.

As Luffy dined and shoveled whatever food he could grab without getting stabbed by a fork some of Alba's men began surrounding her and praising the teen for her help, leading them to liberate their home. One certain Soldier wobbled up to Alba with hearts in his eyes and a blush across his cheeks "Oh Boss! If you would marry me you'd make me the happiest man alive!" one of them yelled, carried away by the moment and numb in the brain.

Dramatically kneeling before the wide-eyed woman she blushed lightly at the attention with a hand on her cheek, seconds away from rejecting the obviously not-serious offer Luffy yelled through the chunks of meat stored away in his cheeks "No Way! Alba's gonna be Queen of The Pirates so she's not gonna marry you!!"

The crowd around the fire stilled and none breathed a word until the Captain’s words were fully registered, screams soon followed and filled the air from their low-hung jaws as the realization shook every crewmate to their cores "LUFFYYYYY!! Do you have any idea what you just said?!" Chopper's high-pitched yell came from his side.

"What do you mean Queen of The Pirates!? I thought you were gonna be the King!" Ussop joined in, eyes wide and arms flailing as his Capitan nonchalantly chomped on another leg of meat with a flat and somewhat threatening stare at the young proposing man before swallowing and giving a wide grin at the sharpshooter "Don't worry I'm still gonna be the King"

"BUT THEN WHY IS SHE QUEEN?!"

"I won't be" Alba's voice suddenly came, gaining all the pirate's scattered attention along with Luffy's whose brows furrowed at the statement as he continued to nibble on the meat in his grip "But you said you would!"

"Yeah! When I was like- ten! Besides, I hate Pirates so like hell I'll ever be The Queen of Pirates"

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The Straw hat pirates and revolutionists sang, ate, and danced, watching the men finally enjoying themselves after suffering for so long brought a smile to Alba's lips. Sitting aside from the party she opted to watch the celebration rather than joining it, lifting her eyes to the dark sky the stars above twinkled in a language she was sure she'd never learn. Of course, it wasn't long till a bouncing rubber man came over with the world's widest grin "What're you doin' over here Alba?" He giggled, already reaching out for her palm "The party's this way!"

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The next day came, and the town's men who protected their home were either wide awake and ready for work or still reeling from the last couple of nights filled with shenanigans, a handful of Alba's men had survived and continued on with their duties while others rested, but standing before the bright and bushy tailed Straw hat crew she sweat.

"Heeeeeeey! Albaaaa!" Luffy's chuckle came from the distance as did the screeching of his crewmate, the Sniper, Ussop! The poor man clung to his energetic Capitan for dear life, tears ran along his face along with rivers of his own snot and sweat "NOOOOO Luffy! Don't Do It!!" he seemed to warn although he was the one in a predicament.

Though his beggings fell upon the wrong ears as the straw hat-wearing male fell before his white-haired friend who laughed delightfully at the pair's tomfoolery, the sniper on the ground in his own babbling as Chopper attempted to decode the message "Talk to me Ussop!! Don't go to the light!" the mammal listened earnestly to the chocked up male but once again was interrupted by their loud-mouthed leader "So when will you be ready to leave with us?!"

Ussop's corpse writhed in pain for his Capitan's stupidity naivety as his carer gasped at the idea of a new crewmate.

"C'mon Luffy, you already know what I'm gonna say" Alba rolled her orbs before dipping into a now busy market filled with fresh produce, the further she made it into the street the more of her men surrounded her with questions and tasks.

"Hey!!" Luffy huffed over the crowd, not exactly happy that they had been split apart the rubber boy frowned before noticing a certain railing on a window he could grab, with a mysterious giggle and no second thoughts Luffy launched one palm to the window, as he swung over the ever-growing group the red vested teen grinned at his friend who already knew what plan he had concurred "Oh no.." she mumbled moments before being snatched from the bustling men, the rubber limb pulling its captive in the air before twisting itself around her waist.

#monkey d. luffy #one piece fandom #one pace #one piece nami #brook one piece #one piece #franky #roronoa zoro #robin #sanji #brook #tony tony chopper #hes gonna be the king of the pirates!#Luffy x OC

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thisisnarcissismtalking · 1 year

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Hi dearies

You see, the thing is that I don't have anything that interesting happening right now, that I'm very unsure what to talk to you about. And it's all because I don't do much except studying and planning a DND campaign, because my dearest girlfriend is out of town!! 😭😭😭

And I know, I know, I'll see her soon when I move in with her, but it won't be the same due to university starting, our study hours being vastly different, and general big city conditions being sadder and... more boring in a way. It may be just my attachment to this town and our little adventures around it, but it's real.

So! I thought I'm gonna speak some stuff about relationships, friendships and generally my attitude towards people in my life - as a narcissist. Cause that's a thing that I thought very much about lately and I need to get it out of me finally.

Because I really don't think I need so many people in my life - in a deep, close relationship way. And that being said, I don't think I do have.. like, you know, close friends?

The person closest to me, my girlfriend, is also my very, very close friend in a way. She knows a lot about me, I try to tell her everything and to not keep secrets. It's hard because I'm not yet feeling that well about some of my narcissistic traits, that part of society would probably deem strong flaws. You know - the jealousy, the high need for constant attention and praise despite not doing much, or even, resulting from these, passive and negative attitude towards some people and ideas. Because when I'm jealous of someone I usually tend to get quiet and unhappy, and I can't for the love of god hide it, so I just come off as acting weird xddd

But yesterday I realized another thing about me. And it's that I am.. pretty much indifferent to most people. And holy hell is it a complicated subject though.

It's not like I don't hang out with people. I even like some of them. But it isn't anything more than that. They are people I meet sometimes to go on a short walk or play DND with. And the thing is, I do not feel empathy, practically at all. Adding up these things - I am mostly indifferent to what happens in their lives unless I can somehow see myself in them (worse thing is if they see themselves in me sometimes, because they are usually wrong and it's weird, stop projecting onto me people, only my gf knows me well enough to guess what's up with me xdd).

It's hard because I also have a thing with seeing relationships as "what can I get if I talk to this person". And because of this, my attitude towards university colleagues is right now "get to know someone so you would have a person you can get notes from, and maybe borrow money sometimes if you need", cause that was a surprising lot of my high school relationships. But I don't feel the need to befriend anyone. I don't need friends.

And yeah, many people would say "wdym it's hard, it's so cool! I wish I wouldn't need friends, I don't like caring about other people...."

...idk, I don't know what to say to you. I don't relate at all xdd I just sometimes feel bad about it. Cause on one hand I would like to know someone who would understand me, maybe someone cool with similar interests as me, but on the other, I just know that I wouldn't feel the need to contact them, talk and make moves to get the friendship going. Probably also get tired of them quickly.

I may just... very much not like people and hate everyone that isn't my girlfriend because they tire me, they have problems that they talk about often and that I don't care about at all, and sometimes they're funny. But that's all. I don't even feel I want praise from them because I don't care about it.

I hold dearly sweet words from my favorite person and time spent with them. I care about them and wouldn't ever want that relationship to end. And it's not for the stereotypical reasons - she criticizes me a lot, and she's not treating me like a walking goddess, only giving me praise. Nah, I just love her. Actually and honestly. I want to get better for her in ways that I can. And these aren't things I would say about anyone else in the whole world.

....I wonder if my npd has something to do with being demisexual. It would be a really interesting connection considering all of the above, don't you think?

That would be all for today. I think. I would maybe do a post about my relationship with myself too. So maybe it's not all for today, but for now.

#npd #narcissistic personality disorder #actually narcissistic #relationships and npd

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deputyclover · 17 days

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Puzzeling

*Clover and Rose are solving Papyrus's puzzles and eventually get to the color tile puzzle.

HEY! IT'S THE HUMANS! YOU'RE BOTH GONNA LOVE THIS PUZZLE! IT WAS MADE BY THE GREAT DR. ALPHYS!

Hey, my mom helped her years ago with some guard duty!

W H A T ? ? ?

Well, you see I've been living down here for a little over ten years, and I was adopted by Martlet, former member of the Royal Guard!

WOWIE! I'VE SEEN YOUR MOTHER AROUND TOWN RECENTLY! I HEARD SHE WAS GOING TO THE CAPITAL SOON!

Huh, so I need to go there to find my mom. So, what kind of puzzle is this?

AH YES! THIS IS A TILE PUZZLE! ONCE I FLIP THE SWITCH THEY'LL CHANGE COLOR!

*Papyrus explains the rules of the tiles and Clover writes it all down.

Ok ready!

ALSO! THIS PUZZLE IS COMPLETELY RANDOM!

*The puzzle changes it's colors and takes form of a pink line surrounded by two red ones.

F*CK!

Rose! Language!

hey buddy, you should get your kid under control.

I'm sorry Sans, a friend of mine swore in front of her and I can't get her to stop.

*Clover walks over and sees the machine is broken.

Man, I wish I could do this. Oh well, maybe later.

*The father and daughter eventually encounter Lesser Dog.

ANOTHER PUPPY!! :D

*Rose repeatedly pets Lesser Dog happily as Clover pets them once.

BEEG PUPPY! :D

*After ten minutes the two leave and eventually get to the Greater Dog as Rose immediately pets them and the Greater Dog licks them and leaves.

Alright Rose, now we're almost in town and- WHAT THE HELL!? What happened? When the hell was there a bridge here?

YOU SEE HUMAN! THIS IS JUST A PAINTED ROCK FORMATION!

You painted this?

YES.

Wowie! It's so realistic!

THANK YOU TINY HUMAN! BUT NOW! IT'S TIME FOR YOUR FINAL AND MOST DEADLY CHALLENGE! BEHOLD! THE GAUNTLET OF DEADLY TERROR!

*The spike ball, flamethrower, spears, dog, and cannon appear.

Oh f*ck.

WHEN I SAY THE WORD, IT WILL FULLY ACTIVATE!!! CANONS WILL FIRE! SPIKES WILL SWING! BLADES WILL SLICE! EACH PART WILL SWING VIOLENTLY UP AND DOWN! ONLY THE TINIEST CHANCE OF VICTORY WILL REMAIN!!! ARE YOU READY!? BECAUSE! I! AM! ABOUT! TO DO IT!

well, what's the holdup?

HOLDUP!? WHAT HOLDUP!? !'M... I'M ABOUT TO ACTIVATE IT NOW!

that, uh, doesn't look very activated.

WELL!!! THIS CHALLENGE!!! IT SEEMS... MAYBE... TOO EASY TO DEFEAT THE HUMANS WITH.

No it won't!

WHAT?

I've faced way worse than this Papyrus! It's fine!

REALLY!? WELL OK THEN! LET THE CHALLENGE BEGIN!!!

*The spike ball starts swinging, the fire starts igniting more, the spears go flying, the canon goes shooting, and the dog starts spinning as Clover expertly dodges every trap with Rose protected as Clover makes it to the other side.

WOWIE HUMAN! YOU ARE AMAZING!

Thanks Papyrus, also my name is Clover, and this is my daughter Rose.

CLOVER AND ROSE? VERY WELL THEN CLOVER! I WILL SEE YOU AND ROSE AGAIN!

*Papyrus claps his hands as the trap deactivates.

UNTIL NEXT TIME HUMAN! NYEHEHEH!!!

*Papyrus dramatically leaves.

Wow, your brother sure is fun Sans.

yeah, paps can be a handful, but he's an amazing bro. see you around kiddos.

See you Sans.

Bye Sans!

Hope to have a 'Skeleton' of fun with you next time!

ay, now that was a real 'rib' tickler kid! see ya!

*Sans walks off as Clover and Rose enter Snowdin town.

#underblog💙🧡💙💜💚💛❤️#clover undertale yellow #deputy clover #rose #sans undertale #papyrus undertale

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casspurrjoybell-33 · 8 months

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Wreckless - And It Feels So Good

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan

He pulls a bag of marinating chicken out of the fridge... Nice.

I hope I'm not making things too difficult by eating now but I haven't had anything since breakfast except for some pretzels on the plane.

He puts salad fixings and a big bowl on the table, along with a knife and cutting board and I go to town.

"Finnegan?"

It's so good to be able to breathe again although let's be real, I'm hoping I won't be able to fairly soon, one way or another.

"Yes?"

"Are you staying the night? What's your living situation? Still have your apartment?"

That's a tricky question.

Well the first one is easy, the second two are harder.

See, last time I came to Baltimore, I had weeks to prepare.

I packed boxes and had movers deliver them to my new extended-stay apartment.

Today I came with two suitcases.

"I'd like to stay the night."

I don't have anywhere to be until Monday morning even though I will have to get some work done tomorrow.

"I don't have an apartment yet, they don't have an opening. They rent weekly so I'll probably just grab a hotel until one opens up."

"Or," he says so sternly that I turn towards him... "you could just stay here. I don't care how late you're working, Finnegan. I want you here."

It sounds good, it does... Coming home to him every night?

How could I not want that? Waking up with him? Bliss.

"I'm, I'm afraid it'll be to much, that it'll be too much little me for you to deal with."

He walks over and grips my chin.

"Put the knife down. Finnegan...I like you. Honestly, you wanna know something?"

He releases me and steps back so that we can see each other easier.

"I think Finnegan is sexy as hell. You look good in a suit and your confidence is hot. I'm proud that my boyfriend is a kick-ass, successful businessman. But I actually like Finn better. He's fun, lots of fun. It's not like we don't talk when you're little, you're not using baby speech and throwing tantrums for fucks sake, you're just you. You're softer."

"No, I'm..."

"Don't, I'm being serious here. You're more relaxed. I spent the last month missing Finnegan... not wishing I had you around to do my taxes or something."

"I don't want to take over your kitchen table working or make you think you can't watch TV because I'm on the phone."

I'm going to be insanely busy and I don't want to feel bad about it, either.

"I have a spare room and I know you're aware of that. Put a desk in there. Your excuses are shit, Finnegan. Do you want to stay with me or not? That's the question. If not, I'll get over it. It's not some ultimatum but damn boy, I'm serious about wanting you here. I've been worried sick about you for a month."

I feel bad about that, I do.

Making him feel bad for another month isn't something I'm willing to do.

"We could try it, right? And if it doesn't work for either of us I could take an apartment when one opens up. I..."

Should I tell him?

"I was actually thinking about looking for a house since I'm staying. I hate the damn couches in those apartments. Maybe um, well I can put that on the back burner and we can sort it out later."

He slips the chicken into the oven.

It smells good already.

"Okay. I know you have a lot going on right now and I'm not trying to make things harder, darling. I know when to stop pushing and I'll take that win all the way to the bank. I'm gonna get your suitcases out of the car. Keys?"

I pull them out of my pocket and hand them over.

I could get my bags but he wants to and I have lugged those things around enough today.

"Emmett?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I please get out of these fucking pants yet?"

I hate jeans.

People tend to assume suits are uncomfortable but my dress pants are much softer and more forgiving than these.

They do manage to make me look like I actually have a butt but they're not good for much else.

Emmett is walking around in a loose tank top and a pair of shorts that look like they've actually been through a war and here I am in denim.

It's not fair.

He's thinking awfully hard.

Why is this such a big deal?

"Sure darling, yeah, go for it. I'll be right back."

He makes two trips, my suitcases are huge and both marked with 'heavy' tags, and takes them both upstairs.

Then I hear things.

There's still nine minutes left on the oven timer so I head upstairs.

He's in the spare room and is pulling things out of the closet.

"Emmett?"

"You need a closet. Maybe you can keep your work clothes here? I don't know how you want to organize things but I'm sure you need to unpack."

He glances around.

"We'll get you a desk. Anything else you need? I'll put some of this in the basement."

He grabs the huge army duffel bag from the bottom of the closet and hoists it over his shoulder.

"I don't want to upend your life, Emmett."

See? This is what I was worried about.

"Too late. You changed it the moment you turned on red and hit me and you completely screwed it up when you left last month. This is me putting it back together. Will Marten bother you?"

Ouch but it's true and it's true for me, too.

We're both trying to get back to how we were before the fire.

And Marten?

He'll actually be good company.

"No, no, he's fine."

"Alright. Moving him would be hard but I can find a new home for anything in your way. I'll clear the bookshelf, too. I want you to be comfortable and have what you need, Finnegan."

I'm not gonna let him clear his whole room.

"One shelf is enough."

He's too sweet but I can't lie.

"Having a place to work will be really nice, thank you. I'll be in the office a ton but..."

"This way you can come home for dinner and then work on your projects and emails and whatever fancy shit vice-presidents do."

Fancy shit, that's me.

"Yeah, at least sometimes but rearranging your house can wait until after dinner."

"Okay, I'm gonna take this down and then I'll check on it. After you."

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There's a massive number of people trying to get in Florida and there is a barrier and it is troops and their actual troops We Believe and their son says probably not and it's mostly McDonald's us and foreigners minority mola. And that's what it is and the Macklemore locker getting the asses handed to them and clothes and it's happening today, in that the warlock Max and clones are trying to mount an offensive and it's ugly and big the warlock are dwindling this is not going to help them.

-there's other large things happening they are beginning to regret what they're doing here and a lot a lot of them are dying and there were 80 households left yesterday I was still 100 you keep saying it and keep enjoying people and the results of shouting matches and I'm screaming they don't have a right to leave they're stupid how the hell are you supposed to know it's is going on if nobody says anything so they're saying it's supposed to get your Intel and said what each and every one of us. So 20 went out and yesterday and they did not come back and all of them are gone and incinerated instantly as it tried to run it's their plan failed about 300,000 from the inside died and against McDonald's. Outside the perimeter of several trillion believe it or not it was a huge group and they're gone and yeah it's not that big several billiards and yeh their dead.

-today I'll bring a new day there's several reasons for that

+the morlocks are getting cut down and all over Earth they're getting smaller and a lot smaller the percentages are steadily descending all types of them

+the max are pursuing them hard and foreigners and us and destroying them.

+and a few more points today is special because it is a turning point in the war where Tommy f and his fleets are being vanquished. Fully. There is not a shipp in the sky that doesn't know about it. It's a huge victory and it also is the sign of a transition and a massive one that's occurring shortly

+another thing changing here is changing hands is coming from the molok to Mac and minority mor lock and us. It's slowly been happening but today they will start it on the sheriff in earnest and judgeships and start firing them for their idiot mouth stuff they're really awful and it is a lot of people yeah and higher level people it is probably 5% left in the government in Charlotte and 10% in Private industry and it's going to be a big day they plan on fire and a half of them across the board higher ups too

+another reason why it's going to be a big day is our son is going to be released from several problems and he's going to see what he believes it nothing it doesn't know here helping but what they're doing is ridiculous and they're trying to use it against him if that's what they're doing. They insist on sending him some money and from a source that he is not expecting it from. It's not much money but it's money. And it went to his old address no it's not birthday money it's funny that he was due for for doing a certain task and was not paid for it and it wasn't a low desert well they don't want to pay that either so we're looking at what it is and people won't know I guess it's going to come soon. Another problem that will clear out as his sleeping arrangement and it starts today it won't be today and we made the idiots who keep them up and stuff and wake him up they're going to be removed and that process is good to begin. And finally several of his relatives are moving into town now they're going to notify him there around and tell him to calm down and inform him what happened. And we're told that they get beat to hell for it and it's not funny Stan and even though you're an uncle and she's not the clans computers beat the s*** out of you guys for it. And it started assault on you and others too and for sponsoring the message and it's not about the money because it's not mentioned. It's about what you're saying and what you sent and they don't want you to and told you not to and you notice there's people in the way. It's a lot of power and you're going to feel it and say you're not exactly right for sending it cuz she's vice president but that's fine.

+another big change here and and that letter should be here sometime this week the big change here is that these people are going to be excommunicated by the McDonald's. That's coming up in the next few days

+along with all these changes they're contemplating moving outside into better living quarters and that's the max. And then think of it all week and it'll probably happen fairly soon as Ken wants out of that place, nope, they want Atken not to put him with him. Went to the next reason

+and it's good to be more fires here no they're going to start closing down ridiculous projects and taking them over they take years to do something it takes a month it's terrible the other one houses behind Walmart and more and it's going on now it's going to be a lot faster than I think people are tired of them

Add all this up and it means that they're pushing for change it's about damn time, it is generated by the second tier of ships leaving soon. And yeah they're trying to send hurricanes. Anticipate the one down south leaving and how much they were saying won't and their idiots and we're going to mop that up and fix it

We also have reason to believe that the group The John remillard is in the trumpsters are beginning to crumble for real

Thor Freya and we're penalizing them heavily for their comments now and in the past we started doing it for the past week and they are getting pizza hell and we have to keep it up

Olympus

The Midwest is the next topic

Hera

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Heyyy do you have any soft Levi headcanons of him being in a relationship?? I wish he was real *sob*

Hell yeah of course I do! What do you think I do all day? Go to school and understand math like a weirdo? Of course not! I have the same struggle as you wanting this man to be real, so let me present to you soft Levi! Thanks for the request and I hope you enjoy!!!

Soft Levi Headcanons:

This man loves when you fall asleep on him. It gives Levi a chance to reveal his soft side in secret. He'll play with your hair and kiss your forehead occasionally to make sure he won't wake you but also make sure that you're able to feel his love.

During the long nights he's stuck catching up on paperwork. He'll tug on your sleeve if you try leaving. Once he has your attention, he'll look away while he asks if you can sit on his lap while he works. Late at night I think he can get clingy and this is a perfect example of it. He probably hasn't seen you much that day when he asks.

When you're working on something Levi is going to be bring you food so that you can keep your brain function at it's best and so that you can keep your energy up. He'll also prepare you one of your favourite drinks, whether it's hot or cold, he's got it memorized. Always making sure to have all the ingredients necessary to make it for you. If you fall asleep while working, he'll cover your shoulders with a blanket and pick you up. If he's unable to carry you for whatever reason, he'll gently wake you up and bring you back to bed so that you don't get all sore and achy from sleeping in a bad position. He's learned from experience.

Levi will do your hair and cut it if you let him. I've mentioned this before but I don't see Levi being all too touchy but since he cuts his own hair, why not help out his person? He does it quite well too and it's just another way he shows his love for you. He also just seems to find it soothing running his hand through your hair then brushing it afterward. If you teach him how to braid, then he'll braid you hair too. When you two shower together, he'll be the one washing your hair. Again just the soothing effect it has on him but now it also starts to effect you too making shower time much more lovely.

Levi will rub in your sore muscles. He knows that his training can be harsh at times but that's just him wanting to make sure that you guys are ready for what's outside the walls. Which is why he's rubbing in your legs or tending to the aches in your back. He also feels bad that he's pushed you this far to where your hurting, so he'll leave kisses along your back after he's done tending to the muscles in that area before moving onto the next. He'll do the same to your legs if your comfortable with too.

Reading to you or simply just having you lie between his legs while you read to him makes his heart swell. He loves the sound of your voice. He also loves watching the way your facial expressions change depending on what's happening in the book. When he's reading to you, he loves the way you curl up into him and stare at the words on the page. He tries to get through his work as soon as possible so that the two of you can have more down time like this.

If there was something in town that you saw and your eyes lit up, Levi would return to that shop as soon as possible once he had enough money to buy it for you. The Scouts get paid very little but other than tea, he doesn't spend money often. So he almost always will have enough money to get you the thing you liked since you're also very careful with what you want because you're in the same position as him money wise. If he doesn't have enough money at the time, most of the time the store keeper will hold onto it for him since he's Humanities Strongest Soldier. Nothing makes him happier than seeing your face light up when he presents you the object he bought.

Flowers. There'll be no reason for it but if you're out for a little bit then return to your room, they're be a case full of flowers waiting for you. As well as a little note next to it from Levi. It won't have much to say, most of the time its little complements or 'I love you's. He just wanted to add something to your day to make it brighter.

#aot x reader #levi ackerman x y/n #levi x you #levi ackerman #levi ackerman fluff #aot x y/n #levi x reader #Levi Ackerman Headcanons

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Summary: Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

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CHAPTER 33

I'LL BE BY YOUR SIDE ANYTIME YOU'RE NEEDING ME

A/N: We're back baby! I'm back, Harry and stylist!yn are back, it's a good day! I won't lie, it took a bit to get back into the groove of this story, but I'm so happy it's going again. Hope you like it.

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>> Warnings: 18+ ONLY: Some explicit language (always), oral (male receiving), alcohol consumption, and a tiny bit of drama, but some really lovey-dovey moments too.

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Sept 14th, 2015

Since that night in Toronto, things have been a nonstop rollercoaster. One Direction announced their hiatus, which has left your head spinning with so many questions.

"This is crazy… this is a lot… it changes almost everything… when will the break be over?... is the band done?… I'm gonna need to find a job… Hell, I think I'm gonna need a drink."

"Sunshine, I'm getting dizzy watching you pace around like this. Please sit down, let's talk it out."

To top off the craziness, Dave proposed to your mom two weeks ago, and they have decided to have a whirlwind of an engagement by getting married… in a few days.

"Niall, please don't hate me for not going."

"Superstar, I could never hate ya!" He wraps one arm around your shoulder. "M'birthday just won't be as fun…"

"Well that's true!" You giggle, wrapping one arm around his waist and squeezing him for a side hug.

"Much rather it was you than Harry…" he pretends to whisper.

"Hey!" Harry replies, throwing his bag over his shoulder and playfully pushing Niall away from you.

"Please let me go with you." He states, jokingly glaring at Niall, who grabs his own bag and gets ready to leave.

"You should celebrate his birthday with him." You reply, wrapping your arms around his waist. "You didn't go last year."

His glare now focuses on you. "That's not fair."

You tightly squeeze your lips together, remembering that the awkward tension between you two was the reason he stayed back.

"Sorry." You give him a gentle kiss. "My point still stands though. Plus, you have meetings the next few days. I'll see you after that, at the wedding."

"Fine. I'll go all the way to Vegas, partying at the club, to celebrate Niall's birthday…" he smirks.

"Yeah, how torturous." You roll your eyes.

"I won't have anyone to cuddle." He pouts, drawing another kiss from your lips.

"Okay, ya big baby!" You bite your lip and shake your head. "Get Nialler drunk enough and you will."

"I heard that." Niall chuckles. "It's true though. C'mon, babe!" He blows a kiss to Harry as he walks out of the hotel suite.

"Alright." He growls. He pulls you closer by your waist and brings his lips to hover right in front of yours. "Not my fault if you get replaced…"

You stick your tongue out and barely brush his lips with yours.

"Yeah, but he won't do the other things we do together." You whisper.

"Fucking hell." He whispers back, pushing his lips passionately against yours.

Your hands reach up to grab his hair and his tongue begins to part your lips.

"Oi, for fucks sake you two. It's time to go, Haz!" You hear Louis state from the doorway.

"Now I really don't want to go." He pouts again.

"I'll see you at the end of the week, Rockstar." You give him one last kiss before pulling away. "Have some fun."

"With Niall? Yeah that won't be a problem."

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You arrive in your hometown in the afternoon, with Natalie and Levi. Your mom and Dave are meeting with some close friends from out of town, so you and your friends make plans to meet up at the local bar lounge.

After having Morgan, your brother's girlfriend, help to pick out a black v-neck halter top and black ripped jeans, you doll yourself up with some makeup and text Natalie that you'll meet her there soon.

"Okay, I'm gonna use my 'brother card' here and insist that me and Morgan come as DDs." Sam states.

"What? Why?"

"Because… this is weird to say… that outfit is just…"

"It's sexy!" States Morgan.

"Yeah, that's the problem." Sam replies.

You glance over to Morgan, then give Sam an intense glare. "Don't get all 'Mister Modesty' on me now."

"I'm joking, I just wanna get out of the house."

You roll your eyes and follow them both outside to his car.

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<< HARRY'S POV >>

Everyone is gathered in Niall's hotel suite, getting ready for the eventful evening that's sure to occur.

"I don't know 'bout you, but I'm feeling twen'y-two baby! Woo!" Niall shouts, causing most of the group to groan and shake their heads.

"Damn, I miss Y/N. She'd laugh." Niall adds.

"Those are pity laughs, mate." Louis replies, patting Niall on the back.

"Well, eit'er way, she's more fun than you lot."

Harry smiles as he puts on his rings, and straightens his deep navy and maroon silk shirt, barely listening to Louis argue how much fun he is to party with. He feels his phone vibrate in his back pocket and smiles wider when he sees your text.

:you: i miss you

:harry: miss you too

:you: kiss nialler for me

:harry: not happening

:harry: cuddles only

:you: save the kiss for me

:harry: can't wait xx

"Y/N misses you too, Niall." Harry exclaims.

"Yeah, 'course she does! I'm 'er favorite!" He lets out a big laugh. "Let's go boys!"

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You are excited for this night out, hoping it'll give you the stress-free fun that you need right now, with everything going on.

"I'm glad this place lets us in with a wristband, it's one of the only fun places to go around here." Morgan giggles.

"You two find us a booth, maybe order some food, and we'll grab our drinks."

You and Natalie get to the bar and order your drinks, while Levi excuses himself to the bathroom.

"Was he terrified to meet your parents?" You ask, as soon as he is out of earshot.

She gently grabs your arm and laughs. "I couldn't even hold his hand, he was so sweaty!"

"Ew."

"My mom loves him, of course, and my dad wasn't too harsh. You know him though, totally a teddy bear, he's just putting on a show." She giggles.

"I can't even imagine your dad being stern, that's hilarious!" You reply.

"How do you feel about Harry meeting your family?"

"I don't know." You shrug. "I'm actually not too worried about it."

"Harry is like… don't tell him I said this… but he is perfect for meeting moms."

You grin, knowing she's right.

Levi walks back over and actually stands next to you instead of Natalie. You glance over to see a concerned expression on his face, and he leans in.

"Umm, this is awkward… but I just ran into… Ryan." He points over to the other side of the lounge, and your eyes scan the area.

You hear the familiar laugh and suddenly see him.

"You've got to be kidding me." You growl.

"What?" Natalie asks.

"Ryan's here." You state, pointing in his direction.

She frowns in confusion and then follows your gaze to see Ryan, standing across the bar, sloshing a beer around in his glass and laughing with a bunch of friends.

"What do you think he's doing here?" She asks.

You take a drink of your margarita, then indulge in another sip as you glance back over at him.

"I don't know." You gulp down the rest of the drink, already motioning to the bartender for another one. "But it's been four months. I'm sure we can keep it civil."

You shrug as the bartender hands you a fresh margarita. You down it half of it as you look back over in Ryan's direction.

"Y/N… do you want to leave?" She asks.

You take another sip and shake your head.

"No, I'm fine. We came here to have fun. So let's have fun!"

You finish your drink, and grab her hand as you lead her to the dancefloor, with Levi following timidly behind you.

"Is that Ryan?" Sam asks.

"Dude, don't." Natalie whispers.

You roll your eyes and grab Morgan's hand, twirling her around to the music.

After about three songs, you head back to the bar and order yet another margarita. You're a little winded from the dancing, and a bit buzzed from your drinks, so the sudden presence you feel next to you doesn't grab your full attention right away.

"Figured you'd be too good to come hang out at your lowly hometown bar…" the voice speaks, and you straighten up, instantly knowing it belongs to Ryan.

You turn to face him, doing your best to keep your calm and polite composure.

"Hey Ryan. How've you been?"

He scoffs. "Why the fuck do you care?"

You clear your throat and take a deep breath. Even in a crowded bar, you can sense the abundance of alcohol in his system. The smell on his breath and the slur of his speech is quite telling.

"I'm just trying to be nice."

"Whatever. Go back to your fucking famous boy toy." He replies, attempting to wave you off.

"He's not ev-... nevermind. Have a good one." You grab your drink, then turn away and roll your eyes.

[So much for being civil]

You sip on the new drink as you dance with the group. You watch as Sam fawns over Morgan, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her cheek. It warms your heart to see him so happy.

You turn around and reach into your pocket with your free hand to pull out your phone.

:you: i miss you

:harry: miss you too

:you: kiss nialler for me

:harry: not happening

:harry: cuddles only

:you: save the kiss for me

:harry: can't wait xx

You smile, putting your phone back in your pocket, and turn back around only to be met with two drinks down your shirt. Yours, and someone else's.

"What the-" You look up to see Ryan standing there, inches away from you.

"Oops!" He states.

"Ryan, what the fuck?" Natalie exclaims, scooting to stand next to you.

"Yo, dude, what was that for?" Levi asks.

"It was an accident…" Ryan rudely smirks.

"Just be chill." Levi replies.

"Nat's got you whipped, huh?" Ryan moves to wrap his arm around Levi's shoulder. "Gotta take her side all the time?"

"Ryan, chill." Levi scolds.

"Oh, speaking of being whipped… Y/N, looks like your famous fuck buddy is finding a new fling to fuck."

"What the hell are you talking about?" You snap.

He pulls out his phone and opens up Twitter, smirking as he pulls up a photo and turns his phone around. You see Niall and Harry at the club, with a girl sitting in between them. She has her head thrown back and one hand placed on each of their arms as she laughs. Niall is joining in a laugh, and Harry has a smile on his face, with his elbows resting on his knees as he looks at his phone.

You pinch the bridge of your nose and Natalie scoots next to you to take a look.

"Oh my god." She rolls her eyes. "That's Lou."

"Stop being such a dick, Ryan, and walk away." You state.

"I wouldn't be such a dick, if you weren't such a bitch!" Ryan shouts.

"Okay, no, don't talk to my sister like that!" Sam defends.

"Your sister is a slut, Sam!" He points at you, with his finger a few inches from your face.

"That's enough!" Sam shouts back.

Ryan's hands come up and shove Sam backwards into Morgan. Instantly, one of the staff members walks up and grabs Ryan by the arm, leading him away

"Fuck you guys!" Ryan shouts back to your group, before being forced out of the entrance.

"Oh. My. God." Natalie exclaims.

"I can't believe I was friends with that piece of shit." Levi wraps his arm around your shoulder.

"Me either." Natalie adds. "Are you alright, honey?"

You nod. "Yeah. Just want another drink… or two…"

"Y/N, maybe we should go…" Sam states.

"No! I'm not ending the night like that."

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<< HARRY'S POV >>

Harry's glad he came to Vegas with Niall. He likes having a break from the chaos of their schedule and all the controversy that's being created around the band's hiatus announcement. And he is glad that you're having your own fun. He knows you deserve it, too.

He does miss you though.

Harry pulls his phone out of his back pocket as it vibrates, and sees your name on the screen. He subtly smiles and motions to Niall that he is taking the call from you.

He walks into the hallway that leads to the bathrooms, and swipes to answer.

"Well, hello-"

"Harry!"

"How are you, love?"

"You're gonna get mad… pretty mad… hey, but you're pretty already!"

"Wha-..."

"That stupid asshole!"

"What happened?"

"Ryan was here… (Sam, stop, I'm fine)... He was such a dick!"

"What? What did he do?"

"I miss you… (For sucks fake! No wait, for fucks sake, Sam)... I just want to cuddle with you, H."

"Y/N, what did Ryan do?"

"It's stupid. He spilled his drink on me, and I don't know… other stuff. He pushed Sam… Sam, who isn't letting me walk home!"

"Baby, are you alright?"

"I'm drunk." He hears you giggle.

"I'm gonna come tomorrow."

"The margaritas were so goo-... Wait, what?"

"I'm gonna come tomorrow."

"No! I mean… yeah that was right, the right word. No!… enjoy Niall's birthday, I'm fine."

"Please go home with Sam."

"Harry…"

"Please. I love you, Sunshine."

"Okay. I love you too."

Harry hangs up, clenching his jaw as he stares at his phone. He walks back to the booth where the rest of the group are sitting.

"So, lover boy, did you need to send Y/N some goodnight kisses?" Louis jokes.

"That fucker Ryan was there." He grits his teeth as the words come out of his mouth.

Louis' eyes get wide. "Oh shit."

"She said he was being a dickhead to her and now she's completely wasted." Harry grabs his empty glass and his knuckles turn white.

"What're ya gonna do?" Niall asks.

"I'm sorry, mate. M'gonna pack and leave tomorrow. I've gotta be with her." Harry replies, running his hand through his hair.

"Yeah, 'course! Take a swing at 'im for me!" Niall throws a punch in the air.

"M'not gonna hit him."

[Although it would feel really good]

"Damn." Louis chuckles.

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Sept 15th, 2015

You wake up in your childhood bed with a massive headache.

[Yeah, this time, not worth it]

You groan as you attempt to sit up, swinging your feet off the bed, and feeling someone on the floor.

"Good god…" Natalie growls.

"What happened last night?"

"Margaritas." She grabs her head and sits up. "Lots… of margaritas."

You squint as you finally open your eyes. You pick up your phone from the bed to check for any calls and texts you may have sent.

"I called Harry." You chuckle. "That had to be interesting."

"At least you didn't call an ex." She states.

"Oh god…" Your memory starts to come back. "Ryan."

"Oh shit, yeah… Ryan…" she scowls.

"Maybe that's why I called Harry." You pull in your upper lip as you press the call button. "Should probably check that out."

It only rings once before he answers.

"Hey Sunshine!" He exclaims.

"How are you always so chipper in the morning?"

"Coffee."

You groan and he chuckles.

"Crazy night, yeah?"

"You could say that… I called you, I guess?"

"Mhmm." He responds, and you can tell he is smirking.

"Oh god. I'm sorry." You bring your palm to your forehead.

"S'alright, love. It just let me know you'd need some breakfast burritos today."

"Right, so are you sending some from Vegas?" You giggle.

"Umm… yeah, something like that."

"No you didn't."

"I did. And they should be there any moment."

Suddenly you hear the doorbell ring.

"Rockstar and a psychic. We'll have to capitalize on that!"

You hear him quietly chuckle as you make your way to the front door.

"Enjoy your food, Sunshine."

"Thank you, H."

You swing the door open after hanging up, and almost drop your phone.

"Hey! What-... What are you doing here?"

"Delivering breakfast burritos." Harry grins, holding up a restaurant bag full of food.

"Wha-… umm… thank you!" You lean in for a quick kiss. "I don't understand though… you're here early…"

You move aside to let him in, biting your lower lip as you walk with him to the kitchen.

[So… Harry Styles is in your childhood home]

He takes a quick scan around as he puts the bag on the counter, giving you a chance to take in the sight of him. He's just wearing a polka dot button up and jeans, but he looks delicious.

"This is exactly what I thought this home would look like." He states, looking back at you with a smile.

You walk over and wrap your arms around his waist. "I'm happy you're here."

"Me too." He gives you a lingering kiss. "I hated hearing you so upset."

You squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath. "Oh god. Is that why you came early?"

"I don't want that wanker upsetting you ever again." He states, gritting his teeth as the words leave his lips.

"I don't plan on seeing him again." You shrug. "And what about Niall's party?"

"Niall understands. He told me… punch Ryan for him." He chuckles.

"Harry…" you clear your throat. "What about your meetings?"

"Easily rescheduled, love."

"Oh god." You pinch the bridge of your nose. "You didn't need to do that."

"Are you upset that I'm here?" He asks, placing his hands on your hips.

"No!" You wrap your arms around his neck. "I'm just upset that I made you feel like you had to be, and that you changed your plans for me."

"What?" He pulls his head back to look you in the eyes. "I want to be. Everything else can wait."

You pull him in for a kiss, moving your hands up his neck slightly to entangle your fingers in his hair.

"You come first." He whispers.

"I…" you stutter.

"I love you."

"I love you." You state, pulling away so that your lips are just barely touching.

"And I'll love you too if some of that food is for me." You hear from the kitchen entrance.

"Hey Nat." He reaches in the bag and hands her the tin foil wrapped breakfast.

"I knew I liked you." She chuckles.

"You just said you'd love me!" Harry exclaimed.

"It's getting there." She chuckles, taking a bite of the burrito.

"Yeah, okay…" he rolls his eyes. He grabs another out of the bag and hands it to you.

"I'm actually gonna take a shower first." You grab his face and give him three pecks on his lips. "Are you gonna be okay here with each other?"

"Yeah, I'll be alright." He replies with a chuckle.

"Oh, I was talking to Nat." You stick your tongue out between your teeth and head to the bathroom.

You take a quick shower, rinsing off the vibes from the night before.

You head back to the kitchen where you hear lots of chatting and laughing.

"... she wore them everywhere… it got quite annoying, but at least I knew where she was!"

"Oh my god." You utter as you turn the corner. Your eye catches Harry first, then Natalie, and then your mom. She's holding out a photo album and has it displayed in front of Harry.

"Hello Twinkle-Toes!" He grins, causing you to hit your palm against your face.

"Mom! Why?" You exclaim.

"No, this is good!" Harry states. "Now I know to get you tap shoes for Christmas!"

You glare as you walk over to stand next to him, closing the album, and feeling his hand immediately wrap around your waist.

"Christmas?" Your mom quietly asks.

"Yeah! Maybe we can coordinate to get a matching tutu!" He chuckles, opening the album back up and pointing to another one of your childhood photos.

Your mom subtly looks over and smiles your way.

"Well then." She clears her throat. "I'm glad you're here Harry. It's so nice to finally meet you, but I have to run some errands."

"I'd love to help, if that's okay?" Harry states.

Your mom's eyes widen as she shoots them over to you quickly before looking back at him. "Oh! Yes! That would be a big help. Thank you, Harry."

"F'course! You're the bride after all. Shouldn't be running around town."

You look up at him and a flood of adoration flows through you.

[Yup, perfect man to meet your mom]

You look back at your mom, who you can tell is holding off some tears as she looks over to you.

She clears her throat again and grabs the photo album. "Well, I'll put this away for now and I'll… just… take a nice long bath."

As she walks out of the room, Harry looks down at you with a big smile.

"Think I made a good impression?" He asks nervously.

"Are you kidding?" You rest both hands on his shoulders and stare into his gorgeous green eyes. "She might keep you here!"

"Ooh, then I could see more photos running around in your undies." He exclaims, causing you to smack his arm.

"You see that already." You smirk.

You hear footsteps around the corner, and your brother suddenly appears.

"I was told there are burrit-... oh!"

He stops in his tracks as he sees the two of you.

"Hello. I'm Harry." He reaches his hand out to shake Sam's.

"Umm, hi. I'm Sam, Y/N's brother." He replies, his eyes between your face and Harry's.

"F'course, she talks 'bout you loads." Harry hands him a burrito from the bag. "Here ya go, mate."

Sam unwraps the food and takes a big bite, humming as he nods.

"Alright, man. You're approved." He states, his mouth still full, and giving Harry a thumbs up.

"Oh, 'ppreciate it." He chuckles, then looks down to you. "So, what can I help with?"

~~~~~

You run a few errands together, but mostly take Harry to different places around your town that have some significance for you. You take him to the local bakery where you fell in love with your mini tarts, and now sit on a bench in front of your favorite view.

"Okay, Edith is the best. I can't believe she's had the bakery for forty years." He takes a bite of his tart and lets out a pleased moan. "Never mind, I can fully believe it."

"She loved you! I was worried for a moment." You chuckle.

He swallows his bite. "I could go back there…"

"She has fake teeth, Harry." You reply.

"So this place…" he changes the subject as he looks out to the field of sunflowers in front of you.

"It's one of my favorite places in the world." You admit, looking down at the pastry in your hands.

"Why's that?" He asks, looking genuinely intrigued with that powerful stare when he gives someone his attention.

"They're beautiful." You clear your throat. "But, umm, they also represent a lot of good things."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Like… happiness. And… optimism, and peace. I… I came here all the time after my father left."

Harry scoots even closer to you, grabbing one of your hands with one of his.

"Just looking at them made me feel… safe." You add. "That's why they're my favorite flower."

Harry squeezes your hand and gives you a tender kiss on the temple.

"Sunshine…"

"Yeah?"

"What did Ryan do last night?" He asks, rubbing his thumb over your hand.

"What? Why-"

"Last night, you said he did 'other stuff'. Please, I just wanna know."

"Umm…" you clear your throat. "From what I remember… he called me a bitch…"

You feel his hand clench tighter onto yours.

"He… umm… called me a slut, and…" Now you see his jaw clench and a knot starts to form. "Harry…"

"There's more?"

"He tried accusing you of cheating."

"What?" His chest starts rising and falling quickly, causing you to take deep breaths with him as your rub his hand with your thumb.

"He showed me a photo someone posted of you at the club." You see his eyes widen. "It was of you, Niall, and 'a girl' he thought you were flirting with."

"Y/N, I didnt-"

You squeeze his hand tighter now. "I know, H. Besides, it was Lou in the photo."

"Were you worried? Tell me honestly."

"Not even for a second." You smile, which causes him to grin. "H, I feel safe with you. And I trust you."

"I should've been ther-"

"Harry. Stop. Please don't do that. Not again." You take a deep breath to remove the small amount of anxiety that starts to creep its way in. "I'm fine, and I had people there to help. Natalie would've throw down if she had to."

You both chuckle.

"M'sorry, Sunshine. You're right. As long as you're alright, then m'alright too."

You look right into his eyes and can't stop the butterflies fluttering about. You're in your favorite place, with your favorite person, and everything just feels so right.

He rests the remaining piece of his tart on his lap and presses his hand on your cheek, gently placing his lips on yours. You match his movements and exhale heavily as his tongue slides inside your mouth.

He finally pulls away to catch his breath and rests his forehead against yours.

"I think this is now one of my favorite places in the world too."

~~~~~

Sept 18th, 2015

Things have been so sweet and simple with Harry around this week. You've had family hangouts every night, and Dave has become this biggest One Direction fan. You've watched movies as a family, and you've enjoyed laying on Harry's chest, both trying to steal handfuls of popcorn from each other's hands like you used to. Anything you do with him is wonderful, but being like this together has just grown your love for him.

The wedding tonight is going to be simple- in the backyard, chairs and tables for just a few close friends and family, with lights strung up- so there isn't much to do this morning.

You quietly wander out to the living room where Harry is asleep on the couch. You so desperately wanted to share your bed, but that twin mattress was just not allowing the two of you to do so.

You bite your lip, kneeling down next to him, as he lays on his back with one arm under his head. You gently place a kiss on his lips and notice a small smile start to appear.

"Mmm. G'morning Sunshine." He moans, sleepily.

"Everyone is asleep, wanna come to my room?"

With his eyes still closed, a small pouts appears on his face. "I don't fit on the bed, remember?"

"I wasn't suggesting we sleep…" you whisper, and his eyes immediately snap open.

You hold out your hand to get him off the couch, but he pulls you on top of him, causing you to giggle. He grabs the back of your head and passionately presses your lips together. He moans as you bite his lower lip and he bucks his hips up towards you.

"Come on." You whisper.

He lets you pull him up and lead him to your bedroom. He gently closes the door and makes his way over to sit on your bed.

You stand in between his legs as he runs his hands up and down your back, looking up and smirking.

You kneel down and tug on his shorts, causing him to lift up enough for you to slide them, and his briefs, down his legs.

He gasps as his cock springs up and you lick up his base.

"Fuck, Sunshine. M'so hard already."

You perk up and lean forward, kissing him lustfully as your hand grabs his base and you gently stroke him up and down.

"Oh my god." He breathes out. "I need to feel you babe, please."

You give him one last kiss and kneel back down, licking the tip of his cock. You open your mouth and slowly take him in.

"Mmm. I've missed you, like this."

You hum against him and he quietly moans out again. You take him deeper and he grabs your hair. You stroke your hand in rhythm with your mouth and use your other hand to cup his balls.

"Oh fuck." He grunts. "Fuck it feels good."

You remove the hand on his cock and take him all the way to the back of your throat. His legs shake from the sensation and he lets out a low moan.

"Shit, m'not gonna last… last much longer." He hisses as you take him deeper once again. You hum against him and cup his balls again.

"M'gonna… m'gonna cum… oh god Y/N… s-safe?"

"Mhmm." You agree, nodding slightly, and he grips your hair tighter.

"Fuck… m'gonna… oh, babe, fuck." He moans. You feel his muscles tense up and his cock start to throb as he releases all the way to the back of your throat. You massage your balls as he works through his orgasm, making sure you swallow everything he expells.

"Shit, m'sorry I didn't last longer." He states, placing his finger under your chin to look up at him, as he tries to catch his breath. "S'been too long since we've done things, and it felt so good."

You shake your head. "Don't need to be sorry, H. I just wanted you to feel good. Did you?"

His mouth drops open slightly and he frowns. "F'course I did, Sunshine. Now I want to return the favor…"

You suddenly hear the bathroom door shut and the shower turn on.

"Oh for fucks sake." He mutters, causing you to giggle.

"Rain check? Not that anyone cares, just… don't need my family hearing me scream your name." You wink, giving him a kiss on the lips as he nods and stands to bring his briefs and shorts up.

"Fucking hell, Y/N, don't say that shit. Can't go out there with m'dick standing at attention."

You both chuckle and you pull him in for another intense kiss, before grabbing his hand and leading him out of the bedroom.

You make it to the kitchen to look for some breakfast, not finding many choices. As you close the fridge, you turn around to see Harry standing behind you and smirking.

"What?" You giggle, feeling a little blush rush to your cheeks.

"It's just nice doing normal things with you." He smirks again, grabbing your hips and pulling you into him. He slides one hand up from the back of your neck, into your hair, and presses his lips against yours.

He suddenly smacks your ass and you pull away, giggling. "Speaking of normal… there's basically nothing here for breakfast. I'm thinking we should go back to Edith's to grab some coffees and pastries for everyone?"

His eyes grow wider. "Yes! Maybe I can finally get her number!"

You let out a big laugh. "And then maybe I can get free baked goodies!"

~~~~~

<< HARRY'S POV >>

The ceremony was short and sweet. He loved watching you standing up at the front, in your short and flowy pink dress, smiling as you listened to the vows. It sort of reminded him of his mum's wedding to Robin.

The reception isn't over-the-top either. They have kept it intimate, with a short list of guests, and a small buffet to indulge in. It all seems perfect for them.

Harry sits down next to you to eat, and places his hand on your thigh. He sees you look over at him and wink.

"I love you." You whisper to him.

"I love you too." He replies, feeling the flutter in his heart.

[He loves those words leaving your bright, beautiful lips. Those words that only he gets to hear, at least being spoken with that meaning]

He can't remember if he's always been so sappy, or if the wedding is bringing it out in him, but he knows he's never felt this way about anyone else.

Once the plates are cleared, the local DJ they've hired announces that it is time to dance. He feels your hand grab his as you try to pull him up.

He chuckles. "I feel like you should know me better than that…"

"Boo, you snooze." You poke your tongue out at him. "You at least owe me a slow dance!"

"Deal." He chuckles, as you walk away.

He watches you laugh with your mom, and embarass Sam when you dance with his girlfriend.

He loves seeing you happy, and free, and fully yourself.

[He can't believe he almost missed all of this]

He shakes the thought out of his head before it takes over him too much.

He pulls out his phone and rests his elbows on his knees, unlocking the screen and finding the camera. He presses the button to start recording, wanting you to have these memories forever, and so he can keep them too. Something he can go back to whenever he misses you. Just like the one he recorded the night of the rooftop party.

He notices Dave headed his way, and he stops the video, returning his phone to his pocket.

Dave takes a sit next to him and gives him a quick pat on the back.

"Having a good time, Harry?"

"Yes. Thank you for letting me be a part of it." He replies.

"Well, you're a big part of Y/N's life, and she's a big part of Maureen's, which means she's a big part of mine too."

Harry nods.

"You know, Harry, I had known a lot about Y/N before I finally met her, which was only about seven months ago…" he looks over at you and his new wife, displaying a big smile across his face. "But Maureen says she's never seen Y/N so happy. And I can see it too. So, thank you."

Dave smiles at Harry then rests his hand on Harry's shoulder. They both look over to you and your mom, twirling around on the dancefloor.

"I can't imagine my life without this little family of theirs." Dave states softly.

Harry looks down again, clearing his throat as he starts feeling a blush form on his face. "Yeah, me… me either."

[And he never wants to again]

"We're two very lucky men, Harry."

"Yes. Yes we are, Dave."

"Hey." Dave whispers. "I was going to pick a song to play for them, want to help me?"

Harry smirks. "I'm in."

~~~~~

As you twirl around the dancefloor with your mom, you glance over to where Harry and Dave were just sitting, but frown when you don't see either.

"This next song is a slow one folks, so grab someone you love and make your way to the dancefloor." The DJ announces.

You feel a tap on your shoulder, and twist around to see Harry grinning as he offers his hand to you.

"May I have this dance?"

"I thought you don't like to dance." You reply.

"I owe you one, remember? I like dancing only if it's with you…"

"I think that was the cheesiest thing I've heard come out of your mouth!" You giggle.

"Wanna dance or not?" He asks, following up by sticking his tongue out at you.

You bite your lower lip and nod, resting one hand in his and the other on his shoulder, scooting in close to his body. His scent and his warmth are always so comforting, and he looks good in his white button up shirt with the blue leafy print. You are grateful you allowed yourself to feel things again, because this is the best you've ever felt.

[Cherished. Like how your mom feels with Dave]

As the first chords of the song play and lyrics come through the speakers, your eyes widen and they stare into his.

I've figured it out

I've figured out from black and white

Seconds and hours

Maybe we had to take some time

"Oh my god, tell me you did not request to play this…" you chuckle.

"Actually, I didn't. Dave did. He's a big 1D fan, y'know."

You and I

We don't wanna be like them

We can make it til the end

Nothing can come between

You and I

You turn around to see your new step-dad swaying with your mom, as he sings the lyrics to her. He looks over and nods towards the both of you.

I figured it out

Saw the mistakes of up and down

Meet in the middle

There's always room for common ground

You look back to Harry and let out a happy exhale. You move your hands to wrap around his neck, and rest your head on his shoulder, feeling his cheek rest on the back of your head. He throws his hair up into a bun and proceeds to wrap his arms snuggly around your waist, as if he never wants to let go.

He quietly sings the second chorus to you, and tears start to appear in the corners of your eyes. You tighten you hold on him and sing along.

[This is one of the most rom-com moments you've ever had, but you don't want to be anywhere else]

We can make it if we try

You and I

Oh you and I

You lift your head and bring his head forward to plant a passionate kiss on his lips

"I love you, Sunshine. Always."

"I love you too, Rockstar. Never a question."

~~~~~

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s/o who dies.

A/n: listennnn, I wasn't going to write something dark, but then I unregretfully decided to listen to edgy/dark audios and I was suddenly in the mood to write this so yeah lmao. also, guess what? I'm planning on making a discord server right after posting this! so, be on the lookout for that when I get it all sorted out. also, note for Scaramouche's that the reader inserts tend to lean more femininely versed (I hope that's okay), the only reasons why I do that is because one I simp and I'm female AND two since I am doing a mini-series for Scara, I've kind of based his imagines/fics around that universe (baby daddy universe). I haven't started his yet, but consider these part of that series' universe. anyways as always thank you for requesting anon and enjoy! <333

Summary: you die + how the boys cope afterward.

Parings: Albedo/Gn! Reader, Xiao/Gn! Reader, Scaramouche/Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, death, poison, illness/cancer, murder, arson, obsessive behavior

Word count: 2.1k

Albedo

"You need to keep this on your head." Your lover said for the one-hundredth time, placing the cold cloth on your forehead once again after taking it off only seconds earlier.

"This is pointless," You said, no longer wanting to ignore nor hide behind the invisible thick curtains of the obvious death sentence approaching. "My body rejected the medicine the first twice doses, what's a third time going to do?" You asked, knowing Albedo wouldn't answer; your hope was to knock some sense into his thick skull. but he was too worried trying to ignore the obvious as you had previously been doing, not anymore though.

This was saddening to watch, both Albedo's unfolding and the girl who accidentally poisoned you, whimpering into Sucrose's shoulder. She was only a young girl, barely seventeen when she was chosen to work under Sucrose and your boyfriend. She was very good at Alchemy and luckily had a desire to practice the craft. But unfortunately, she hadn't paid much attention when it came to Surcrose's educational poison lesson and had unknowingly mixed up poisonous liquids and materials.

After tipping over some clutter in Albedo's office and knocking over a test tube laying unsealed on the counter, you had realized the contents spilled on your skin, bleaching into your pores. You had been tasked with bringing the famed alchemist and his assistant some vials and materials for the collection of a rare butterfly they had found. It was both telling and obvious that something was wrong when you never showed up with the required materials requested and it was already too late hours later when the chief Alchemist, his assistant, and Alchemist in training came bounding down the stairs of Albedo's home laboratory.

It didn't take long for the trio to realize something was wrong. Sucrose had found the vile on the floor, most of its contents spilled and in a little puddle, plus your state on a nearby lounge chair was obvious; slumped awkwardly, forehead visibly sweating, eyes closed, breathing raspily.

You accepted the first doses of the supposed nullifying medicine without hesitation, just wanting the numbing feeling to go away. But when it never kicked in you decided it would be best to save the medicine, because it wasn't working. Your time was coming.

"Since the medicine is taking immediate effect, you should try to get the contents out of your system," He said, reaching out for you. Badly you wanted to argue that the medicine wasn't working at all, but he wasn't listening and already has his lean arms wrapped around your middle, helping gently lift and guide you over to the sink.

You hear materials being shoved to the side and soon enough you had your head dangling over the sink, shaking hands gripping the metalled edge tightly. Soon enough, Albedo's hand was on your back rubbing up and down, hoping to comfort you, it wasn't working though. You could only think about your death, what the other side would look like. Could there even be heaven or hell, maybe a place in between, maybe nowhere...?

As soon as you felt the urge to vomit, you did, and despite it being utterly disgusting Albedo seemed to welcome it happily. He took this as something good, but it only worried you when you saw the reddish hues in the bile.

"I think they should leave." You muttered acknowledging Sucrose and Elizabeth, the taste of gooey, metal only becoming more apparent. The blonde agreed, nodding and muttering "Okay."

As Sucrose lead Elizabeth towards the stairs, the pair heard you say. "Goodbye Sucrose, Elizabeth." Which only seemed to make the young girl wail louder.

You sighed sadly once the silence was back. Just your thoughts of death, and Albedo's slowly crushing heart.

"You should probably leave soon as well. I don't want you to be here when I go." Albedo frowned at your statement, head shaking.

"Don't say things like that."

Of course, he'd say that. Why did he feel the need to ignore this when it would only come back to hurt him even more later on when you were gone?

"You're the smartest man I know and we both know where this is heading," You said, head feeling much heavier than before. It was getting closer to your time. "I'm going to die, and you can't do anything about it."

"I'm not leaving your side. We promised to stick together through everything, you can't ask me to leave."

"I guess... But promise me this."

"When I go, stop blaming Elizabeth. It was an accident..." You said sincerely. Albedo wanted to make a fuss about it, tell you he'd never been able to forgive her. But for you, he would try. If it was your list desire, your last wish, he'd make it come true. Though it would be difficult. Accidental or not, she was the reason you were leaving him here, alone.

"Okay, I'll try..." He said honestly.

"Thank you," You said, letting out a shaking breath you had been holding for a very long time. Now you felt much more peaceful. "And since I know you stubbornly won't leave," You started, finally turning away from the sink to look into his cerulean eyes. "At least hold my hand."

"Of course, love."

even a year after your death, no matter how hard he tried, there was still this nagging feeling every time he looked at Elizabeth

he wanted too badly forgive her, but he couldn't

she had, although accidental, taken the one person that meant so much to him and he'd never forgive

Albedo is gonna be distant towards everyone he knows and it's completely purposeful

he doesn't like the pitiful gazes that people send his way and he hates that all the captains stared at him at your funeral

obviously, some questioned if he was able to stay in the field

he hadn't taken any time off, even when Jean advised he was welcome and that it would be best

tbh, albedo's going to have a hard time for a while

Xiao

Why did it have to be you? Why not him? He'd feel much better knowing you could live another day, after all, he'd been living a very long time.

But no, the fallen Archons, Gods, Yaksha had chosen you to join them. He wished that weren't the case

Humans and their pathetic vessels... So weak, he thought. Allowing something like cancer to beat them.

No matter how harsh it sounded, he didn't despise you, no. It wasn't your fault. You didn't ask for this. He just knew that if you were a godly being this wouldn't have happened like this or at least not so soon; Xiao had known Gods that had terminal illnesses to live years. Why couldn't you be like them?

He hated watching you lie there in that bed, immobile, sickly, and tired, and all you could say was that everything was going to be alright, that he'd be alright.

But it wasn't. He wouldn't be okay without you. He would struggle daily, fall deeper into a hole. You were the light of his life, the only light in his life. And you were gone, just like that. Turning external scars into internal ones tattered all over his dying heart.

Xiao for the longest time has been by himself, so the people of Liyue know it'll be harder for him to overcome this, no matter what he says or does to prove otherwise

Zhongli in particular knows how hard this will be for his friend

his first and probably last love, dead, gone in the blink of an eye

he'll continue fighting all the monsters he crosses, becoming even more violent when he does so, trying his best to get rid of this stupid sickly feeling of heartbreak

but it won't go away, no matter what he does, no matter how absurd

he just wants the feeling to go away, he despises that feeling so much

if you have a secret place somewhere, like in the mountains, Zhongli often finds him there, wallowing in invisible self-pity

"You know they wouldn't want you to be like this." Zhongli would say, only trying to help

but it doesn't

it only enrages Xiao, even more, fuels him to push everyone out of his life again instead of letting them in like he'd done in your presence

Scaramouche

How dare you. How dare you leave him like this. Alone, nonetheless with a toddler to raise who kept crying for her mommy. He couldn't do this without you, he didn't know how to raise a child, speak to her with the gentle care that you did. That was your expertise but now he'd be doing it solo.

And never again would he entrust someone who he cares about, into ignorant, incompetent arms. Never again will he ever allow any member of the Fatui to watch after his daughter; no matter their rank or position. They had one job while he was away doing business in Liyue. Guard your home twenty-four seven, accompany you into Inazuma's port town should you need anything, watch after his daughter while she plays happily in the luscious Inazuma fields. And they couldn't do that. All he gave them was one simple task, watch and keep you and your daughter safe. Instead, they slacked off, probably drunk in some bar while you were being brutally attacked by murderous mercenaries, left to fend for you and your daughter, only to die protecting her and leave your home to be severely burned.

He knew those idiotic Fatui soldiers were incompetent the moment he stepped foot into the harbor and found that everyone seemed to quiet down. Especially the eerily silent soldiers flanked on each side to welcome him home; he was the highest-ranking soldier in the land of Inazuma after all. Not a single one bothered to step forward and tell him what was wrong, what they all criminally allowed happen. Scaramouche only realized what had happened when he was mere minutes away from arriving home, his daughter had come running from his widowed mother's arms, the sight of smoke rising in the air, from the direction of his home. You were nowhere to be seen.

It all happened so fast, in the blink of an eye. His daughter was clinging to his shirt and his mother only stared with tears of pity.

It didn't take long for the puzzle pieces to be put together and before he knew it, Scaramouche was standing in front of his home, part of it burnt to a crisp and black.

He didn't need to ask what happened, he didn't need to know where you were, because he already knew. What he didn't know was who exactly had done this. But he was going to find out, now.

Incompetent, selfish, bastards. They would all pay for this. The lazy piggish Fatui soldiers who he should've never trusted with such a simple task and the thieves who had murdered you. They all had it rightfully coming.

Scaramouche hates the world after he lost you

he hates it so much and can't understand how this had happened

he's not a good person, so he blames it on karma and those stupid idiots who couldn't protect you

ngl, he's not gonna be around much after your death... his mother would argue that he should be here to raise your daughter, because she's also in pain and doesn't understand that this isn't some game of hide and seek this time

instead, he's focused and driven by revenge

he doesn't listen to a word anybody says, he's much more dangerous than before, and he only trusts his judgment

anyone trying to get him to stop his mission, is someone who doesn't want to see him happy he thinks (though that's not true at all. they hate that he is obsessive over this) but he will personally put a stop to that

and he'll only return home to his daughter and mother when he finds who did this and they along with their bloodline is exterminated

while he's gone, the remainder of his family is relocated somewhere he knows they'll be safe, for example, even though he despises childe, he knows his mom and daughter will be safe with his family

sorry, but Scaramouche will hold this deep-rooted hatred and love for you after you die

yes, he still loves and misses you dearly, but he hates you for leaving him alone, hates that although it wasn't intentional and out of your control, that you were gone

no matter how hard you tried to fight, it was selfish of you to leave him like this

he's not going to stop until he believes whoever was behind this is dead

and in his case, he'll stop believing when he chooses, even if they are innocent/guilty, he'll keep going

3.19.21, rayofsunas

#rayofsunas #genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genhsin impact scenarios #albedo #albedo x reader #xiao #xiao x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader

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overstepping [one] // jane banner (Wind River)

summary: after getting several voicemails from your colleague and best friend with her asking for your backup, you attempt to call her back, only to get no answer.

warning/s: mentions of rape, murder and injuries.

author’s note: this is a two parter because i finally watched Wind River and it broke my heart but also lizzie was v cute and i felt the need to write this, hope you like it x

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"C'mon, work you stupid phone," I complained for the millionth time, before standing on the chair to get a better signal.

When I saw the bars in the corner of the screen increase, a grin appeared on my lips. I loved my parents, but the fact that they lived in a remote cabin in Tennessee with zero signal was not my favourite thing.

When the bars remained, my phone decided to actually be helpful and receive all the messages, calls and voicemails I missed. I did a brief flick through, noticing nothing was too important that couldn't wait for me to return to work. As an FBI agent, I rarely got time off. And now that I had taken a two month vacation to spend with my parents, I was adamant on enjoying it, even if I was missing work a smidge.

Next were the calls, which I noticed were mostly from my colleague and close friend, Jane Banner. I furrowed my brows, realising she'd left me several voicemails, too, which was strange since she knew I was on a break from work. What could be so important?

I sighed, glancing down at my uncomfortable position standing on the chair and leaning above the wardrobe. It was the only place in the house with decent signal and the only other place that wasn’t in the middle of nowhere was twenty minutes out. Telling myself I'd just listen to one voicemail to make sure everything was okay, I played the earliest message.

"Hey, Y/N. I'm sorry, I know you're on a break, but I just had to talk to you," it began, and Jane sounded troubled. "I was in Vegas, as you know, but I've been called out to a reservation in Wyoming where this poor girl was–" She paused, releasing a shaky breath. "She was raped and left to die out in the cold. I thought I could send in another team to take a look – y'know, usual protocol. But the coroner won't rule it a homicide and you know what that means."

I swallowed hard, knowing exactly what that meant. If it wasn't ruled a homicide, no backup would come and we had to move onto the next case. But if this girl was raped and left to die, the rapist was still out there and wasn't getting caught by the FBI.

"I can't just leave it and go," Jane continued quietly, with that recognisable passion for her job evident in her voice. "I have to do what I can. But I... I can't do this alone. It's not like other cases, Y/N. It's different out here. And there's only so much their police department can do. I know you're on a break, but I was hoping that, maybe, you could come out here and help me? It's the Wind River Indian Reservation. That's it, I guess. Bye."

The message ended and I found myself chewing on my lower lip anxiously, unable to think about anything other than Jane now. She'd worried me with that one voicemail alone – I couldn't imagine what the others said.

She was usually so good at dealing with cases, but this seemed different. She sounded shaken up, attempting to put on a brave face by the sounds of it. What was so different about this case? She didn't need me. She was capable.

Curiosity got the better of me and I played the second message, ignoring the discomfort in my arms as I stretched to maintain the signal. It was left a day after the first one.

"Hey, so I just remembered that you said you don't get much signal up there with your parents," she began apologetically. "I don't mean to– shit, it's so cold..." There was a pause, a noise in the background, then she continued, "Sorry, just turning up the heating. Anyway, I was saying. I don't mean to intrude on your break. I just– I'm hoping you'll find signal and hear this because I could really use your help. I think we've got a lead on who may have done it. It was hectic today. Really could've used that backup."

She chuckled dryly at her attempt at a joke, but all I felt was guilt. She sounded exhausted within a day of being there.

"I hope you get this," she finished with a sigh. "I should go. Got a busy day tomorrow. Hope you're doing okay. Bye."

I wasted no time in playing the next message. Three days into her case.

"I don't know why I keep sending these," she began with a hoarse voice, and my heart clenched at the sound of it. "You clearly aren't getting them in time. But it's easier talking to you like this than not at all."

It went quiet, so quiet that I thought she may have finished and forgot to hang up. But then she spoke up again, a whimper escaping her lips.

"It's so hard," she admitted. "We've covered worse cases, but this one... everything about it makes me uncomfortable. Something doesn't feel right. I've got a lead – we think it might be the boyfriend who did it and we're gonna see him tomorrow. But I don't know."

I frowned, squeezing my phone tightly because I didn't recognise the girl speaking as my friend. This girl sounded broken and I wondered what she could have discovered that made her like this.

"I've got the police department with me for backup," she said with a sniffle. "And Cory, he's a hunter whose been helping me with the case. They're all gonna be with me tomorrow. But I wish you were here, too. You always make things easier."

The lump in my throat wouldn't disappear no matter how many times I swallowed it. She made things easier, too. Always. And all I wanted to was be by her side and be there for her like she always was for me.

"Sorry about this," she said with a watery laugh, and I could imagine the embarrassed smile on her face as she did. "I sound like such an idiot. Never mind these messages. Just enjoy your break. I shouldn't be worrying you like this. See you when you get back."

The message ended and I checked to see if there were anymore, but to my disappointment, there wasn't. That message was from a few days ago and she hadn't sent anything since which was concerning in itself.

Trying not to panic for no reason, I called Jane. Hopefully everything was okay and I was being stupid. She was a fully-trained FBI agent. She could take care of herself. Right?

The call rang and rang, but nobody picked up. One missed call. No biggie. She probably heard it and couldn't find her phone or something. So, I tried again.

More ringing and no answer. Okay, no big deal. Just try again.

Another call and no answer. The chewing on my lip became more intense. Why the hell wasn't she picking up? Was she still working the case?

I waited an hour, trying again at ten minute intervals, unable to fight my concern. But there was no answer every time and I realised that I couldn't sit and wait for her to call back. Not after how she sounded in those voicemails.

No, I had to go there. She needed backup.

—

Wyoming was way colder than I could have prepared for.

I mean, technically, I prepared for nothing. I bid my parents a goodbye, threw some random clothes in a bag and caught the next plane over there. I tried for Jane's phone constantly, knowing she was never one to ignore me for this long, but there was no point. She wasn't answering, which could only mean so much.

When I reached the reservation, I had no idea where anything was or what I was looking for exactly. I just knew that as soon as the taxi dropped me off in the centre of town, I didn't know where to go.

There were a lot of locals hanging around, so my first port of call was to ask them if they'd seen Jane around – or Agent Banner, as she may have introduced herself. I showed them a picture of her on my phone, described her with vivid detail, but they just stared at me like I was crazy. I was starting to believe I was at one point, until I stopped by the convenience store.

As worried as I was for Jane's whereabouts, the chill in my bones was real. Especially my hands, which I was certain would fall off any minute. So, I decided to buy some gloves and also ask the cashier if he'd seen Jane around or heard anything of her. Whilst I was doing that, a customer caught my attention, probably having overheard my conversation.

"Did you say Jane Banner?" he asked with a quirked brow, interrupting my purchase. "The FBI lady, right?"

I nodded quickly, facing him. "Yes, that's her! D'you know where she is?"

He nodded casually. "Yeah, she's in the hospital. That big shootout that happened a few days ago, right?"

My stomach dropped. "The what?"

"The shootout," he repeated, not aware of the concern in my face. "At the drill site. A bunch of officers were killed and the FBI lady was one of the only one left standing." He tutted as he shook his head. "Very lucky that one."

A shootout? The hospital? Only one left standing? No wonder she hadn't been answering her calls.

"Can you– do you–" I stopped, clearing my throat and trying to stop freaking out. "Which hospital?"

After getting the address from him, I caught a taxi to the only hospital in town and prayed to God that Jane was okay. The one thing she'd asked for was backup and I couldn't even give her that. If I'd just looked at my messages sooner... fuck.

Getting past the front desk and to Jane's room was no issue at all. A quick flash of my FBI badge was enough for the receptionist to give me the details and wave me through. My heart was constricting in my chest the longer it took. What if it was really bad? What if that customer's intel was outdated and Jane was– no. I couldn't afford to think like that.

Upon finding Jane's room, I spotted an older man leaving through the door, being careful to close it behind him. I didn't recognise him at all.

"Excuse me," I called, earning his attention. "Is that Jane Banner's room you just came from?"

He seemed surprised, glancing over his shoulder to make sure I was speaking to him, before nodding. "Yes. Sorry, who are you?"

I pulled my badge from my pocket and showed him, though I doubted anyone would take me seriously when my eyes were watering at thought of Jane being severely injured.

"I'm her friend," I said, swallowing down the lump in my throat before lowering my badge.

"Oh, you're the backup that didn't come," he said with realisation.

My eyes flickered to the floor guiltily. He wasn't exactly wrong.

"I didn't mean it like that," he added quickly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

I shook my head, lifting my eyes to meet his. "It's okay. I should've... I should've been here." It went quiet as he didn't know what to say, so I looked to him halfheartedly. "I assume you're from the police department, one of the ones who helped Jane."

"Not exactly," he said, before putting out his hand for me to shake. "Name's Cory. I'm a hunter by trade."

Returning his handshake, I recalled Jane's voicemail. "Oh, yeah, she mentioned you... thank you for helping her out."

When I couldn’t, I added in my head.

He offered me a small smile and I couldn't find it in myself to return it. I must have looked like shit, since he gave me a pitiful gaze.

"You want me to catch you up before you go in?" he asked, nodding to Jane's door. "She's okay by the way."

I nodded, sucking up a breath. My nerves were eating away at me the longer I didn't see Jane – half of me was terrified of what I'd find, and the other half was afraid she'd be upset or angry because I left her to it, even when she pleaded for my help.

Cory and I took a seat down the hall and he proceeded to explain about the case and how they found the guy who raped that poor girl. The shootout was the worst bit, making me shiver with discomfort. Apparently, Jane had gotten blasted with a shotgun, puncturing her torso and neck despite the vest she wore. All of the officers with her were killed and by the sounds of it, Jane almost was, too. But Cory managed to take out the criminals and the rapist himself. When he was finished telling me, I had no words.

"She's a bit shaken up, but her surgery went well," Cory reassured with a short nod. "Does she know you're coming?"

I shook my head, voice thick with emotion. "She wouldn't answer her phone. I guess I know why now."

Cory nodded, rubbing the back of his neck before sparing me a consoling glance. "She talked about you a lot. I think it'll cheer her up seeing you. You should go."

My eyes met his, teary and stinging with unshed tears. "Thank you so much."

He shrugged bashfully, but he didn't realise all that he'd done. I gave him a small, tight smile before standing up with a sigh. No point dwelling anymore – I had to see her.

Pushing my selfish feelings aside, I sucked it up and approached Jane's room. She would either want to punch me or not, but either way, I had to see if she was okay. And so, when I opened the door slightly, heart racing in my chest, said heart jumped in my throat at the sight of her.

She was laying on the bed with wires stuck in her and, only from what I could see, bandages were covering the side of her neck. I thought she was sleeping at first, but then her head tilted towards the door curiously, and bright blue eyes widened with disbelief.

"Y/N?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "What are you– how did you get here?"

I closed the door behind me and hesitantly approached her bedside, unable to stop my eyes from soaking in the sight of her. She looked so feeble and vulnerable and unlike how I saw her last. Then, Cory's words came back to me and I began to imagine the worst scenario of her getting shot, blood seeping from her wounds, the life draining from her eyes...

"Y/N," she called, and I looked to her startlingly, hoping I didn't look as troubled as I felt.

"Sorry," I said, clearing my throat. "I, er– the messages. Voicemail. I heard them and tried calling you back, but..."

She pursed her lips, exhaling with a wince and looking up at the ceiling, as if suddenly remembering she left messages in the first place.

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," I said quietly, guilt seeping back in.

"No, no, don't be," she said, and I just about noticed the pink dusting her cheeks. "It's not your fault. I shouldn't have interrupted your vacation like that. I know you said you wanted a break and–"

"Jane, no, don't even say that," I cut her off, reaching for her hand in an instant. She looked my way, eyes flickering between mine nervously. I squeezed her hand gently and said, "I should have been here. You needed me and I– I didn't come. Maybe if I had, this could have ended differently."

She tried to smile, but I could see the discomfort in her eyes. "It's not that bad, honestly. It just looks bad."

I pressed my lips together, eyes falling to the bandage on her neck. Even though it was big and covered her wound, I could still make out the bruising around it from the impact of the shell. I didn't imagine the torso wound looking any different, and that thought alone made me regret leaving her alone. It was very much as bad as it looked; I knew that and she knew that.

Her lips trembled as she avoided my eyes, her own tearing up. I pushed away my guilt momentarily and changed the subject.

"So, I met Cory. He seems like a great guy."

She didn't say anything as she seemed lost in thought. Either that or she was trying not to cry in front of me. I hoped it wasn't the latter, since the last thing I wanted was to make her feel uncomfortable.

"You know," I said, when she wouldn't speak, "I'm pretty sure I told you to stay safe before I left for my vacation."

At my poor attempt to lighten the mood, she cracked a small, tight smile, but a smile nonetheless, and my racing heart slowed down momentarily.

"I'm glad you're okay," I said, now that I had her attention again, and she looked my way with a softened expression. "Kind of okay. But you know... okay."

Thankfully, she knew what I meant and her hand tightened around mine.

"I'm glad you came," she returned, and I couldn't look away even if I tried. She was always able to trap me with a single gaze.

With a tug of her hand, she motioned for me to sit on the edge of her bed, so I did. And then she began to ask me about my vacation, what I'd been up to this past month, how my parents were... basically anything and everything except for the case. And it was understandable, since she was reminded of it all the time. If I could be a form of escapism for her, so be it. It was the least I could do.

We spoke for hours until the nurse came in to let me know visiting hours were over and I'd have to come back tomorrow. With a regretful sigh, I got up from my seat on her bedside and stretched my limbs.

"Where are you staying?" she asked, a slight frown on her lips.

I smiled awkwardly, realising I didn't think that far ahead. "I'm not gonna lie, I don't know. I came straight here. There's gotta be a hotel or something in this town, right?"

She nodded and flicked her hand to the shelves on the other side of the room. "You should stay in my room in the inn. Key's in my bag over there."

"Oh, I don't have to do that–"

"Y/N, it's not like I'm going to be staying there anytime soon," she cut me off, smiling halfheartedly. "Please."

I chewed on my lip and nodded, giving in. When I grabbed her keys from her bag, I stopped by her bedside and gave her a supportive smile.

"I'll back first thing in the morning, if you don't mind," I said, and she finally gave me a smile that reached her eyes.

"I'd like that."

I nodded, resting a hand on hers and squeezing comfortingly. "Goodnight."

—

Though I knew Jane was okay, I still couldn't stop myself from thinking about her all night. The sight of her wounds and the broken expression on her face was enough to keep me awake. And the guilt that came with it all... why couldn't I have just picked up my damn phone?

As promised, I returned to Jane's hospital room the next morning, this time bringing some breakfast snacks from the hospital cafeteria since I knew the food would be much better than whatever they were serving her. Judging by the content expression on her face when I gave it to her, I was right.

When she finished eating, she was able to sit up slightly and move over on her bed, urging for me to join her and watch some TV with her. There was no way I was going to turn down that offer, so I slid next to her and kept a packet of sliced apples between us as we watched whatever was playing on the TV.

About halfway through watching, she spoke up randomly, taking me by surprise.

"When are you leaving?"

I tore my gaze from the screen and realised she was staring at me with intense green eyes.

"When you're well enough to," I answered truthfully.

She looked down to her hands. "You don't have to stay with me. You can go."

I studied her profile, knowing it was the wrong time to appreciate how stunning she looked even when she was makeup-free, sporting a bed head and tired.

"Do you want me to go?" I asked softly, afraid I may have overstepped.

She was quick to shake her head slightly, finally lifting her gaze to meet mine with glossy ones. "No."

I nodded, trying very hard not to smile, cleared my throat and grabbed her hand. "Then I'm not leaving. I'll be right here until you get better and I can take you home."

A ragged breath escaped her lips as she nodded in response. We both looked back to the TV and I noticed she didn't let go of my hand, her fingers warm to the touch and giving me goosebumps at the contact. But I wouldn't have had it any other way.

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