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jeonsbabygirlsworld · 1 month

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DESIRE PT.2

SUMMARY: Life was easy until you meet the eye candy of your life and the adventure with him is a hell of ride, but there is certain someone who seems to get hurt in this.

PAIRINGS: Bartender Yoongi X reader (ft Gynecologist Jungkook)

WORD COUNT: 1.8K

WARNINGS: Smut, reader is a flustered cause of course its Jungkook, eekkk Eunwoo is here as well! but he's here only for this chapter, that's it ig, Jungkook is Mia, but he soon will be here!!

SMUT WARNINGS: Doggy, blowjob, fingering, cum eating.

Note: this is inspired by a web series and I’m GONNA EDIT IT, I’m not gonna make it a whole ass 3 season containing 10-12 episodes per season and I felt like I could do something with this series. Thankyou

Work work work......

these past days it's been hell for you from the meetings and cracking up deals you were tired of it , but you still showed up every other day at the office. The interns and other employees did no good when they were asked to fill up your place when you were late for the office.

What kept you alive between this constant hectic schedule was a shot of vodka to wash down all the stress at your and the girl's favourite bar, you guys would spend the almost whole night until it was Yoongi telling you it was time to close the bar for the day.

Just like any other Friday night, you were here with your girls chatting about all the stuff which happened this week and they try to console you saying it's all right and you will pass through it, both of the girls then reach over to give you a warm hug.

Spending a few hours with them Chae gets a call from her husband telling her that he desperately needs help with the 3-year-old. “I'm sorry guys I have to leave, Yu-Jin seems to have a fever and she needs me” Chae says grabbing her purse and getting ready to leave.

Telling Chae a very goodbye and telling her to take care, Yuna is the next one to leave after she gets a call from her girlfriend, she hesitates to look at you, and you tell her it is fine and she can leave, she initiated a small hug and presses kiss on your forehead before she apologizes again.

Feeling alone in this busy bar, you see a busy Yoongi serving drinks on the countertop with Taehyung right beside him, maybe he saw you staring at him so you wave your hand and ask him if it's okay if you can come and sit there, he says he's more than happy to have you there.

"Hey, miss how are you? doing okay?" Yoongi asks before serving the last customer for the time being and telling Taehyung to look after them, "I'm okay I guess work is killing me, the meetings and the deals and whatnot is what I'm bored of you tell me?" Sighing you wait for him to answer, and he chuckles and says he's completely fine.

Yoongi places two glasses in front of you one for him and the other one for you of course, pouring in some of your favourite Japanese malts you chug it down with a “Cheers” Groaning at the taste he brings up some fries on the side and you thank him for being considerate.

"I'm bored yoongi, I wanna go on a trip or something." The tipsy you come out of you, and you slur occasionally while speaking “Calm down y/n, it's enough shall I call a cab for you?” Ever so sweet Yoongi asks you just because you are out of it after having the shots you had with the girls and the three glasses of malt with yoongi.

Yoongi soon books a cab and tells the man to drop you at the place, you reach your home soon after the fifteen minutes of the ride just to see your ex- fuck buddy right outside your house.

“Eunwoo? What the fuck? when did you come back?” Your mood instantly lights up after seeing him after so long and all the tipsiness goes away. “Hey y/n, I landed a few hours ago and thought of visiting you first and right when I was about to call you, here you were” He says with a bright smile.

You intended to initiate “Just a hug” but you don't know how he is under the sheets right now eating you out like a hungry man, “fuck right there woo” you moan and reach a good orgasm after a long time, your vibrator did no good until you felt a tongue or fingers or even someone's dick at this point.

Upon reaching your orgasm the man between you now hovers above you with his lips drenched in your release, and grabs on his hard length and positions right where your hole clenches, the release makes the slide just perfect for him to slide inside you and a moan tremble from his lips.

“Yeah perfect, keep going,”you say and grab on the small wisps of hair on the back of his head, and he grunts at the tight fit making him almost “relax angel, I promise I'll be good just please....”soft moans leave his mouth and both cum at the same time.

After a few minutes, Eunwoo lays on the side of your bed and talks to you until an awkward silence fills in and you call his name softly “Eunwoo...” sighing he gets up and leaves the bed and soon goes to grab his clothes and place a last kiss on your cheeks before telling you goodbye.

You sigh feeling bad for telling him to go but yeah you were always like this, and he knows it well just like that waking up from the bed you grab on the new sheets to change and place soft pillows all over your big bed and go back to sleep peacefully.

THE NEXT MORNING

“Hey hi! I'd like to order a butter croissant and black coffee” You get the cash ready and tell the counter women to take your order, not realizing you hear someone calling your full name and when you turn around to see it no one then "Mr. jeon your gynaecologist."

With a flustered smile, you tell him a quick "hi" before paying her the bill and getting off the line, you didn't expect him to get off the line with you, in a flustered state you ask him if he lives here and all the stuff and grab your order just to tell her she can pack this as a takeaway.

Rolling her eyes she packs up the drink and food and gives you the bag while Jungkook just gives you a crooked smile and walks out “Hey by the way I got my period last week” you tell him, and it gets more than awkward it was earlier.

“Oh, that's great, good to see you” Jungkook says, and you wave a quick bye when you get a call from your coworker and leave the place Jungkook stands there, and a smirk paints his lips.

This is the fourth time you are pissed at your coworker today; they fucked up the most important file “Can you at least get me a copy of the papers?” you ask again getting disappointed again “Sorry ma'am I didn't get the photocopies of it” Your intern says and you just sigh.

“Okay maybe try searching the file again, and if not I'll contact the clients and tell them to send the original copies,” you tell and dismiss the meeting, at this point, you need nothing more than a cold martini.

“Can you believe Chae, they misplaced the fucking file, I'm glad they weren't the original or else I would've been fucked” you say very much pissed at the events which happened today, while Chae and Yuna just sip on their drinks after trying to calm you down.

“Chill baby, everything's going to be fine you need to calm down y/n” your friends tell you and you just sigh, you long for nothing more but a break from this bullshit, paying up for the drinks today you say goodbye to your friends and go ahead to meet yoongi, who is the position of cleaning up for the day.

“Hey, how are you y/n?” Yoongi asks in a very yoongi manner his front teeth appearing when he talks to you, and you tell him all the events happening with you while he places two glasses of whiskey in front of you.

You don't even notice it is past one a.m. until Eunwoo texts you.

EUNWOO🫣🫣: hey, you up?

YOU: busy right now.

YOU: rain check?

"Another glass?" you ask him after chugging down the remaining glass while Yoongi hesitates and tells you he needs to stock up for a party which is happening tomorrow, you give him an embarrassed smile and tell him it is fine, and you will leave Yoongi feels equally embarrassed to cut you off for the night.

YOU: Free now, will be in 15 mins.

"Fuck right there" you moan at your ex- fuck buddy who is fucking you like a slut, your face down facing the sheets while he hammers from the back, his moans and grunts fill the room, and the room smells of sex and sweat.

"Fuck baby, you are so tight, missed me while I was away, right?" Eunwoo mutters while thrusting inside you and you choke on your moans and manage to mumble a small "yes" clenching on the sheets you cry for more, you needed this after a long day at work.

"Gonna cum.....ye-ah right there" you shutter at one point when he finds your g -spot, the slapping of his hips fastens just when you cum and cream his cock, and the man behind you slows and pulls out a bit just to see the creamy slick forming at the base, "fuck so messy y/n," Eunwoo says while he fills you up with his hot cum.

"On your back baby," he says, and you obey at lightning speed and your eyes shut at the moment when he nibbles on your pebbled nipples, you twitch at the feeling until you moan out loud when his thumb rubs on your clit and his index finger enters you.

Your pussy gushes out the mixture of both of your releases and messes up the sheets under you, Eunwoo continues to slurp and nibble your nipples while you whine at the overstimulation and fall apart on his fingers again for the second time in the night.

"lay down wanna suck you off real good" you whisper and kiss his lips in the heat of the moment, now that you are in between his thighs you start laying some soft kisses all over the tip and he whines at the sensitivity.

The taste of your releases still lingers on his tip, and you whimper at the taste, sucking on the tip Eunwoo above you is about to lose on for the second time, his soft grunts surrounded the room as you palmed and layed soft kisses on his balls.

The tightness of the grip he has on your hair ensures you that he is about to cum and increase your pace in palming him and you soon let him cum in your mouth and you swallow like a good girl you were.

You don't know why you let Eunwoo stay even after it was ruled to never let any fuck buddy stay at your house after fucking but here you are in his embrace and cuddling him.

A/N: Thank you for the reading ik it is confusing not Appeling ending or the whole chapter I'm sry but I'll do better. tag list is open.

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carolmunson · 1 year

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alive with the glory of love

(older!rockstar!eddie x older!actress!wife!)

a valentine's slice of life with our favorite rockstar almost thirty years into our marriage. the year is 2023 and we're still stella rink and we're still famous as hell. aged like fine wine. a decades long career and a decades long marriage with two twins in their late twenties. this is semi from the twins perspective. we know what our life was looking like before, let's see what it looks like now. :) eddie manip by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple cw: 18+ minors dni, allusions to smut/wearing lingerie, but overall this is a short little something. reader and eddie are both 57, so, sorry if you don't want to be fifty seven. but if i have to be in my 'early twenties' every time i read a fic, you can be older for like, seven and a half minutes.

The phone eases into focus, Violet’s giggle sounds as she presses record, leaning on her elbows at the kitchen island. The room is a sun drenched, black and white tiled vision — still partially stuck in the 90s, remnants of your old life, despite the ongoing renovations. Despite the teasing from your adult children. Some stuff just never lost its charm – plus, the kids were calling it ‘a 90s vibe’ and you were both pretty sure that was cool.

“Morning, happy Valentine’s Day,” Violet says sleepily, Van trudging in behind her. They both take lazy seats on the bar stools across from the chef stove that their father is delicately working over.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, honey,” Eddie calls over his shoulder, daintily pouring pink batter into a cookie cutter mold on a hot pan. The kitchen and dining room are filled to the brim with flowers and balloons. Eddie’s been up for hours getting everything set up for you, some things never change. Some things never get old.

“What’re you doing?” Van asks.

“What do you mean, what am I doing? I’m making mommy—” He turns around with a furrowed brow, deepening his forehead creases before he realizes they’re recording him. He sighs before turning back to his task, “Guys, again with the phone?”

“C’mon dad, they love you!” Violet begs, putting her phone down and shoving it in her sweatshirt pocket, “Van show him the comments on the last one.”

“They think you’re hilarious, they want you to have your own account,” Van encourages, he opens his own phone to bring over to his dad. He grew up to be a spitting image of the two of you, as if they pasted Eddie’s face on his and gave him all your other features. The color of your eyes, the texture of your hair. Your bright, enrapturing smile. A perfect fifty-fifty.

Van scrolls slowly through the endless comments, Eddie squinting down at them, “Van, I don’t have my glasses.”

Eddie peers down lower, “What does that mean? ‘I know it’s big’? What’s big?” “New…choker…just…dropped? I didn’t make chokers for merch,” he shrugs, waving him away to pay attention to the stove. “Ew,” Violet laughs, “Stop making him read these out loud, that’s so gross.”

“You should still make your own,” Van says, sitting back down, “It’d do way better than the one for Corroded.”

“Have your mom do it,” Ed shrugs off, “She knows how to do all that internet shit.”

“That Howard Stern clip is going viral again,” Violet says devilishly, “The girlies are obsessed with you.”

“I don’t care about the girlies, Vi,” Eddie blushes, flipping one of the pancakes on the pan, “I care about your mom.”

“I just wanna show them what you guys do for your favorite holiday,” Violet whines, “They’ll love it.”

“They’re gonna call him a simp,” Van teases, a look of realization washing over his face, “Wait, you’re such a simp for mom, actually.”

They both laugh, Eddie doesn’t know what ‘a simp’ is so he laughs too.

“That’s a good word for like, a DND character type — you should see about that in your campaigns,” Ed continues while he plates a pancake on an ever growing stack of pink and red.

“Ohmygod Dad, no, that’s not—“ Van laughs silently into his hands.

“Stop making fun of him, he’s old,” Violet pleads between giggles, taking her phone out again, “Dad, seriously can you just tell us what you’re doing? Why do you love Valentine’s Day?”

“Is this for your TikTok thing?” he asks, pulling his dark curls up in a ponytail with a black silk scrunchie, bangs he can’t quite part with falling in waves over his brow. ‘My Pilates teacher was telling me they’ll be safer on your hair,’ you’d said — and he’s never been one to say no to you. Every time the kids came home they’d take their phones out and make Tiktok’s of the two of you, sometimes you’d make a solo one for Violet or Van’s page if you felt like it. But with Twitter and Instagram, you didn’t want to overload your assistant with some other form of social media – but it looked like the two of you were really popular. Especially Eddie.

Violet educated you about ‘fancams’ which were just clips to music. There were a lot of the two of you together, or you solo from your movies and shows in the 90s. Progressions of you then and now and how you’re still ‘so hot’ and ‘unproblematic’. Eddie’s almost always started with the clip of him at Howard Stern, jaw ticking while he tried to keep his composure: ‘Excuse the fuck out of me, what did you just say about my wife? Do you wanna lose your fuckin’ teeth?’ The comments were always flooded with a mess of young people losing their shit: ‘god i’ve seen what you’ve done for others’ ‘stopppp he’s obsessed with her’ ‘@vidawn i hope your mom can fight’ ‘@vannywayne @vidawn i’m five years younger than u but i would be a great step dad’ ‘when is someone gonna fight howard stern FOR ME?’ ‘@vannywayne @vidawn they’re thirsting over your dad again’ ‘i’m banging on the walls of my enclosure’ 'ewwww we hate cheaters' ‘i NEED to fuck him’ ‘@vannywayne you look EXACTLY the same’ ‘are they looking for a third?’ 'idgi he looks dirty' ‘they are notttttt making them like him anymore’ ‘not him being old enough to be my father i’m sick’

“Obviously,” she snaps back, rolling his eyes when he starts touching himself up for the camera.

“Should I do a couple of push ups so I look buff or…?” he teases. Violet and Van make a face that puts any face you’ve given him to shame. It’s the only regret he has about having kids with you – all that attitude had to go somewhere.

“Fine, fine,” he huffs, “I’m ready for my close up, Vi.”

“You’re so cheesy, dad. Just be normal for like, five seconds,” Violet huffs, taking out her phone again, “You’re ready?”

“M’ready,” he smiles. “Okay, so, what’re you doing?” Violet asks again.

“I am making pancakes,” he starts, pouring red better into the cookie cutter mold on the pan this time, “In a heart shape, for your mom.”

“How long have you been doing this?” she asks, a smile spreading across her face. It matches her dads. There was no mistaking that Violet was Eddie Munson’s daughter.

“Since we got together, so – the first one was in 1990,” he muttered, flipping the pancake, “I do it every year ‘cause she loves it. They’re strawberry, but they’re pink and red ‘cause I put food coloring in them.”

“Is Valentine’s Day her favorite holiday?”

Eddie grins, “No, her favorite holiday is the fourth of July. Not ‘cause she’s got a boner for America or anything. She just likes fireworks and when I use the grill.” “Is it your favorite holiday?” Van asks this time. Eddie nods, a bright blush pushing up on his face.

“How come?” Violet and Van ask at the same time. Eddie turns the burner off, placing the heaping plate of heart shaped pancakes on the center of the island. He opens the wine cooler on the opposite wall, pulling out a bottle of champagne and two flutes from the top cabinet.

“‘Cause I get to spoil your mom all day,” he smiles, “She deserves it.”

“You spoil her every day,” Van teases, “I can’t think of a more doted on woman on earth than mom.”

“She’s very special,” he shrugs.

“And you do this every year?” Violet asks, zooming in on the pancakes.

“Every year for the past thirty four years, well, minus ninety-two,” he frowns a little, “We had some time apart that year.”

“Still had my chef make them for me though.”

Your voice cuts in from the large arch way connecting to the dining room and Violet pans quickly over to get you in frame.

“Hi mom,” Vi says, “Is this your favorite holiday?”

“No,” you shake your head and laugh, the same laugh he fell in love with, “It’s the fourth of July. C’mon Vi, how long have I been your mom? Do you even know me?” “You’re supposed to be in bed, honey,” Eddie frowns, “You’re ruining the surprise.”

“The surprise that’s older than my kids? How could I forget,” you grin, rounding the island and greeting your husband with a gentle kiss, “Happy Valentine’s day.”

“Happy Valentine’s day, baby,” he murmurs into a second chaste peck, “You’re supposed to let me bring them up to you.”

“My kids are home, I don’t wanna spend all day in bed,” you pout. He pouts back dramatically, tugging on your arm to pull you flush against his chest.

“I thought you loved spending all day in bed with me,” he pushes some of your hair back before resting a palm on your cheek, moving in to kiss you deeply. The scruff on his chin scratches around your mouth but you never care because he still kisses you, he kisses you every day. He’d kiss you all day if you let him. You had too many girlfriends whose ex-husbands were on their third wife and every year they’re more surprised that Eddie is still on his first.

“Okay, I think that’s our cue to leave,” Van says, Violet stops recording. Their faces sour.

“Yeah we don’t want a January ‘94 repeat or anything,” Vi jokes. The twins high five at their own mean reference to your horrific sex tape debacle, but you and Eddie toss them a playful glare.

“Hey, she might be your mother, but she’s my wife,” Eddie warns, hand sneaking down to rest on the small of your back to pull you close to him, “Don’t mess with her.”

“Yeah,” you tease, crossing your arms, “You saw what he did to Howie’s studio. I just gotta say the word.”

“So scary,” Violet rolls her eyes, leaving the kitchen with her twin in tow, “We’re taking the Jeep to get Jamba Juice, do you want anything?”

“My usual,” you answer while Eddie goes to the fridge to get grapefruit juice out of the fridge, “And get daddy’s usual too. Do you want his card? Where’s your card, hun?”

“Wherever you last left it,” he responds, gracefully pouring grapefruit mimosas for the both of you.

“It’s in my purse,” you call out.

“Which one?!” Violet calls back, both of them waiting by the door.

“The pink Kelly!”

“Got it! Do you want anything else?” Van calls out.

“Just uh,” Eddie giggles to himself, tossing you a once over, “Take your time!”

“Gross!” they yell back in unison. Eddie waits for the door to close to pull you back into him, he watches you at first. Brown eyes cascading over the slope of your nose, your cheeks, the crinkles at the edge of your eyes, your smile lines. He looks at you like he’s looking at you for the first time, every time. He looks different, but the same. Dark curls smattered and entwined in silver, a nose ring, a never ending scratch of overgrown stubble. Deep lines on his forehead that exaggerate his already animated features. Lips still full and warm, hands still big and covered in rings. He’s kept his body real tight for fifty-seven, still throwing himself in the gym daily. ‘If I’m gonna be addicted to something now it might as well be like, my cardiovascular health, babe.’ His crows feet make him somehow more attractive, his smile got better with age. He still makes your heart race when he catches your eye from across the room. “You wearing that little red thing I like?” he purrs in your ear. The tie to your robe sliding between his inked fingers.

“Maybe,” your finger trails over a tattoo on his bicep, “Maybe, I got something new for you to see. Maybe it’s black, maybe it’s strappy. Maybe it’s that thing you saw when we went shopping last week.”

“Christ,” he huffs, pressing a kiss to your cheek before stepping back over to the counter, “Do you ever stop getting hotter? Eat your breakfast before I bend you over this bar stool.”

“Let’s bring it upstairs like you wanted,” you smile, following him closely to press your hips up against him, “We can get a little messy.”

“Yeah?” he growls, pushing part of your robe away to see a peek of black lace and strappy leather, “Fucking god, Stell.”

“C’mon,” you whisper breathily, pushing up on your tiptoes to kiss him again, “They’ll be home soon.”

Some things have changed, some things remain the same. He still fucks you like a rockstar.

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lucozadehulahoop · 1 year

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Star-crossed. Lo'ak x fem!human!reader

This was originally posted on my side blog @thankeywa. It's a brand new blog and tumblr thinks it's a bot so it's not giving it visibility. Please go give it some love, I want all my avatar!related stuff to be on there.

PART 2 HERE PART 3 HERE PART 4 HERE

I know that literally nobody asked for this, but I've noticed a disturbing lack of Lo'ak fics out there, so I've decided to give my input. I've had a story in mind for a while now, and I needed to get it out there. It will be a reader insert to make it more accessible, but it's somewhat based around an original f!character, so I apologize for that in advance if it gets too specific.

WARNINGS: Lo'ak is 20 years old in this and so is the reader, I do not write about minor characters. There will be eventual mature themes in this so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK.

For everyone else, if you like my writing, please let me know if you want to be on the tag list for future installments and SEND ME REQUESTS (head canons, imagines, sfw/nsfw, ecc.) ! I love that shit.

words: around 1.200

summary: reader is a human left behind on pandora, she grew up with the remaining humans who'd been aloud to stay on the planet after the war and has been friends with the Sully clan her entire life. She and Lo'ak were best friends until he began to pull away from her in their teen years for seemingly no reason. This story is about them reconnecting on the day of her twentieth birthday, and dealing with the feelings they have for each other and the obstacles that come with them being from two different worlds.

TW for this chapter: angst, smoking (don't do it, ever), brief mentions of alcohol, brief mention of war and death, brief mention of child birth, reader can breathe on pandora.

Y/n looked at the 'birthday cake' made out of cookie rations that Norm and Max had made for her. No matter how many years would pass, her dads always knew how to get creative.

"I'm twenty years old, you guys don't have to keep throwing me a birthday party." She reprimanded them softly, though her heart was filled with joy. Y/n was so thankful to have people in her life who cared enough to make her day special every single year.

"Considering you spent most of your early existence tied to test tubes to stay alive, we're merely celebrating the scientific marvel your continued survival has been." Norm joked, raising a beer, and y/n shoved him, before blowing out the single candle that had been meticulously re-used each year. It was a wonder how there was any wax still left on it.

"What did the birthday girl wish for?" Max asked, reaching for a dried-up cookie and cringing slightly at the taste as he chewed on it slowly. "The whole point of a birthday wish is to keep it to myself... or it won't come true. Honestly, I question your two's knowledge of Earth's traditions." y/n shook her head, before taking a celebratory sip of alcohol.

Norm and Max left eventually, back to the main base. They were more than capable of piloting a helicopter those days, and y/n was all grown up. More than capable of living by herself. What once had been an avatar lab, smack dab in the middle of the forests of Pandora, had been converted into her home. Pandora's rapidly repopulating fauna had surprisingly left her residence alone, well... mostly. There were still some creatures who couldn't help but keep themselves away. And by creatures, she meant Spider. Y/n was also friends with actual people like Neteyam, Kiri, Tuk, and... Lo'ak. Truth be told, she didn't know whether or not she and Lo'ak were even friends anymore. They'd been thick as thieves for as long as she could remember, always getting him out of trouble and fixing him up after a scuffle with his siblings. But then, around her sixteenth birthday, he'd started pulling away, and y/n had never understood why. They'd had a big fight about it, bottom line, he hadn't wanted to be around her anymore and y/n had to accept it.

"Open up! It's fucking freezing out here!" Came Spider's loud voice followed by an incessant banging on the door that immediately pulled y/n out of her reverie. "Alright, alright..." she laughed a little as she went to let them all inside. The Sullys were always insisting on spending birthdays together, even though some of them were now getting too big to even fit inside her 'home'. Neteyam had to walk around with his back bent forward, and Kiri knocked over quite a few things before they made it to y/n's main living space, which was more or less Na've-proof. "Happy birthday!" Tuk hugged her and y/n struggled not to feel crushed by the embrace. Even the littlest Sully was now nearly as tall as her.

Y/n let them all inside, already giving them dirty looks at the sight of gifts. "I told you guys not to..."

She stayed on the doorstep a little longer, gazing out into the night, desperately hoping one last uninvited guest would turn up. She felt Neteyam's hand on her shoulder. "He's not coming. I tried to talk to him but he was being a skxawng as usual..." Y/n blushed, not really wanting Neteyam to know she was pining for his younger brother. "Oh, right! I was—just checking you were all here..." she closed the door and they both went back to join the others.

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"Alright come on, your mom is going to kill me if you get back late and I don't have enough space in here for all of you. Spider would have to sleep outside." Y/n teased, trying to let Tuk understand it was time to go. "Hey!" Spider protested at her lighthearted jab, but knew it was time for them to get going. Nobody wanted to get on Neytiri's bad side. Y/n hugged them all goodbye and thanked them for the presents: Tuk had made her a lovely drawing, and the others had collectively made her a rather beautiful necklace, which she immediately wore. Y/n waited on her doorstep till she could no longer hear the sounds of her friends chatting, and then proceeded to do two incredibly dangerous things: she sat outside of the protection of her bunker, all alone in the cold Pandora night air, and lit up a cigarette.

She'd discovered a terrifyingly endless supply of cigarette cartoons back at the base almost a year prior, and as soon as she'd tried her first one, she'd gotten addicted. Y/n hadn't told Norm or Max, of course, as it would have broken their hearts, especially because of how fragile she was. Y/n's mother had gone into labor in the aftermath of the battle for Pandora between the Na'vi and the Sky people. The soldier had lost her life giving birth, but her baby had survived, taking her first breath in the inhospitable Pandora air. Norm was convinced Eywa herself had kept her alive, had given her the ability to take in the air that hadn't previously failed to kill any other human. Sure, it had come at the price of being particularly fragile her entire life. And how was y/n repaying that gift? By cutting her miraculous existence short more and more each day. Thankfully, it was a while since she'd been used as a test rat, or had check ups of any sort. As far as the Sullys were concerned... they were way better off not even knowing what she was doing to herself.

A sudden rustling in the trees instantly made y/n alert and she didn't waste any time getting back inside. She showered, and shamefully hid her smokes somewhere her dads or the Sullys wouldn't look. When she had nothing else left to do, y/n forced herself to crawl into bed, placing a hand over her necklace. Her wish to see Lo'ak hadn't come true in the end, and while not surprising, it still hurt like hell.

"A pack of viperwolves? Seriously, Lo'ak?" Y/n groaned in frustration as she cleared her table for her best friend to lie on.

"I thought I could take them." He hissed as she doused him with disinfectant. "Yeah, well, you know human medical treatment hurts like a bitch, so it's either my way, or you're going to have to fess up to your parents about what you did." Y/n tried to sound cold, but she'd always been too soft on him.

When they were younger, and Lo'ak still hadn't grown to be double her size, they would often fall asleep together in her bed. "You don't have to keep doing this shit to prove something, you know?" She whispered to him one night, turning over to look at him and gently touch his face. "Your parents love you. And so do Neteyam, Kiri, Tuk and Spider. Lo'ak, I— we— don't want to lose you."

Y/n was almost asleep when a loud 'thud' coming from outside woke her. Something was moving on her roof, or rather, someone... Y/n didn't show whether she was dreaming or not as she looked out the window and locked eyes with Lo'ak, because the second she did, he seemed to slide off the top of her bucker, falling down into the grass below with a loud groan.

He'd probably just woken up half of the animals on Pandora.

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familyagrestefanblog · 6 months

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I find it... kinda irritating how saying that Hero Gabriel is still a failure of a father even if he's not a bad person is apparently somewhat of a hot take.

It is irrelevant at what extreme end of the moral spectrum Gabriel is - sadistic villain or heroic saint - fact still remains that you wouldn't notice either with Monarque or Hesperia that they are fathers at all, while simultaneously both Adriens are clearly depicted as teenagers who basically have to re-settle themselves into their lives after they were emotionally orphaned in every sense that matters.

It is irrelevant that Alt Gabriel is a hero, not a bad person or that he wasn't outright abusive like our Gabriel, nothing will change the fact that Griffe Noire Adrien's path to healing goes the same route as our Adrien's.

And that is AWAY from his father, not WITH him.

Griffe Noire at the end was roughly were our Adrien started off at the beginning of the show, just this time with a better path ahead Ladynoir wise since they know their identities.

He changed for the better when our Adrien gave him the self-acceptance, understanding and sympathy he didn't receive from Alt Gabriel or anyone else for the matter.

Helped him overcome the grief of loosing their mother and accepting that the self-harming behavior he's acting on (or both of them) is not something she would want for them.

There are 2 reasons why Alt Adrien couldn't get over his mother's death, and that's 1) because unlike our Adrien, Alt Adrien didn't try finding new happiness in friendship, and 2) because he too couldn't count on his remaining parent (Gabriel) which made him feel his mother's loss even worse.

Alt Gabriel could be the greatest hero of all time and he still would be a fucked up father because he was so busy being a saint that he apparently barely was a father. When alt Gabe cries in the sewer one would think he'd bring up his child as one of his main motivations, but no, he doesn't.

Because Hesperia is just as little characterized as a FATHER as Monarque.

That aspect of Gabriel didn't change.

Hesperia didn't even fucking know that his son is Griffe Noire either, how attentive to you think this man IS??

Alt Adrien goes on the same path as our Adrien and that's away from being emotionally dependent on his father - the way a 14 year old should normally ALLOWED TO BE bc thats NATURAL and how it's supposed to be - to make friends, but most importantly he sure as hell went on being emotionally dependend on HIS Maribug the way our Adrien was/is

Especially the last picture is extremely telling (and one would think our Marinette would finally start paying attention bc Griffe Noire's change right in front of her eyes is literally all she would need to help her fully understand HER Chat Noir's behavior and how that came to be. But apparently we can't ever have Marinette pick up on the most obvious stuff about Chat Noir's problems).

Unlike Toxinelle who is waving goodbye while holding Griffe's hand, HE is not acknowledging our dimension anymore even when he's the last one to enter the portal by a good bit, bc he's so fixated on his Maribug as his whole world bc just like our Adrien he's literally emotionally an orphan and needs an anchor like everyone else.

Good chance that Toxinelle thinks they're just normally holding hands and she's merely going in first, but no, he is letting her lead him out. He doesn't care whats behind or ahead of him, he's just seeing her.

Alt Gabriel is an awful father and you can tell because Alt Adrien literally has to re-settle in life similar to an orphan while his father is still alive and living in the same damn house!

THAT'S what decides if Alt Gabriel is an awful father, NOT him running around as a charming hero. The quality of parenthood is NOT measured by how "good of a person" the parent is, it's measured by the child's fucking well-being

And I don't know if you noticed it by now, but this is the same logic as our Gabriel being hailed a hero after his death. The special already elaborates on this new angle of Gabriel suddenly being a "hero" while he very clearly was a monstrous failure of a father (and person).

So what side are YOU gonna be on here?

Are you going to victim blame Adrien by just declaring Gabriel Agreste a great, blameless and loving father now because that's what you're being told at face-value while the narrative conveniently plays the case in Gabriel's favors by removing all of them from the dimension they are actually from so his faults are being mostly covered up, and Adrien's looks worse without its proper context of their home-dimension and father-son dynamic

Or are you going to fucking LOOK at the child this amazing hero is emotionally abandoning on a daily in way too many ways and ask yourself if that's the result of a competent and attentive parent?

#ml spoilers #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ml paris spoilers #keeping up with the agrestes #The way people take Gabriel's side in a heartbeat in this and s5 is one disgusting spectacle to behold guys #Keeping it classy with abuse apologia just bc the abuser now has a shiny coat and is being called a hero

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thatturtleleon · 11 months

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Ratchet headcanons and little character analysis bc he's my favorite:

ceo of grumpiness

"I don't care" (he cares very much)

after the incident with raf, he researches as much as he can about humans and talks with june a lot about medical stuff

him and raf often sit together working on their different projects

if they both decide to chat, raf often asks about cybertron, which eventually led to ratchet teaching him some cybertronian

miko and bulkhead will be loud or do something stupid and he's just like "how are they still alive at this point"

over time, as he got to know jack better, he saw more and more of Orion Pax in him

speaking of orion pax/optimus, i am pleased to announce i am a hardcore optiratch shipper

(love the ratchet and wheeljack ship tho, i can definitely see them too, optiratch just has a special place in my heart tho yk?)

they're just old dudes being gay

that being said, they don't really show it that much in public?

not for any specific reason, they're just very reserved bots, and both ratchet and optimus are busy most of the time

however they do manage to sneak moments in where they enjoy their company together

ok now for some kind of angsty hcs

remember the synthetic energon episode?

although he is much much better, sometimes he catches himself wanting it again (especially if he feels like he can't do something, or a task is just extra harder than normal)

he doesn't actually do anything about it, all he can do is wait for the feeling to pass

and it does, whether its by himself or optimus helping distract him.

ratchet knows he's intelligent, he knows his expertise is helping out from "behind the scenes", operating the groundbridge, patching the team up, and experimenting on things.

he loves doing all those things, but sometimes he wishes he could do more. (RATCHET I LOVE YOU, YOURE PERFECT AND YOU ALWAYS GO ABOVE AND BEYOND TO HELP OTHERS)

thats about all i can think of for now <3

#feel free to request a little scenario or something like that #i love ratchet sm #tfp #transformers prime #tfp ratchet #tf #transformers #transformers prime ratchet #ratchet hcs #tfp ratchet hcs #transformers prime ratchet hcs #maccaddams #tranformers ratchet #optiratch

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lowkeyrobin · 30 days

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Hey pookie😽I’d like to request headcanons for the mcyts with an actor/actress s/o.<3 Especially how they’d react to any emotional scenes or if the character that their s/o played dies, im craving some angst right now lol

Ly😻

oooo okay okay ; I'm still very much burned out but unable to give myself a damn break so I apologize for these being so short ; I also named movies to get some inspo so sorry if you don't know any/some of them lol

ALSO!! I'm gonna rework my oneshot links on my masterlist so beware any changes lol

MCYT ; actor reader with death scenes

includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu & quackity

warnings ; language, talk about death, gore & violence

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

you played a character in evil dead rise, which tommy got really attached too even though you got like 10 minutes of screen time

genuinley started sobbing and laughing at the same time bc your death was so sad to him for some reason yet so cool and bloody

he looks over at you, jaw dropped like "wtf?"

there's actually tears streaming down his cheeks 💀💀💀

you post a pic of him crying on ur ig story and caption it "he's sad I died"

he logs back into his old letterboxd account to rate it 5 stars

his explanation is "my partner died but good movie. I almost cried again seeing the monster thing at the end though"

TUBBO

he is heartbroken

he absolutely loved your character/s even though they were barely on screen

he's also confused as to how he never knew about you being in IT 2017 and 2019 because you looked so different and easter eggs

the 13 v 15 looks were actually so different too, he didn't even recognize you in the first movie until you pointed it out LMAO

the it 2019 death was a lot more sad to him though and it was mostly a metaphor to show that everyone has weaknesses even if they don't think they do etc etc

he just looks at you and then rants about that whole metaphor after pausing the movie and he's literally on it for a solid five minutes

he awoke a different side of himself that night

RANBOO

you had a little cameo in a quiet place pt2

basically your character was alive for a while and helping out the abbotts until you died saving reagan from one of the death angels

she obviously couldn't hear one behind her and your character had to lunge and save her and sacrifice themselves on the island that she ran off too iykwim

like your character went off with her to keep her safe + you died during that chase/fight scene at the end

ran nearly broke down into tears because you got a solid two hours of time in that movie for all that buildup and shit

TO DIE TOO

they started crying a bit cause like ???

literally gave you an award (a massive hug) for your incredible acting skills bc damn

FREDDIE BADLINU

insidious the red door goes crazy

you bond with dalton at college and help him float around and shit

the demon doesn't like that you're helping him whatsoever so it drags your character into the further

the whole kill is done with you exploring the further for a moment, being hunted down by prey and then jumpscared by the demon

it's not a very emotional death but it scares the fuck out of Freddie

"wait, oh my God, they'll never be able to talk to Dalton about supernatural stuff again! what the hell?"

the death was pointless and for a jumpscare but he couldn't care, he enjoyed watching you on the screen

NIKI NIHACHU

you were in the forever purge

you play a very obviously queer & pro-human rights character who's shit on by all the rich, conservative, ranch owning Texans in the movie

you basically had to sacrifice yourself trying to get to the border in time

in the city scene, you get killed as a protection sacrifice

no way you were letting adela die

niki literally started crying bc there was no reason for your character to give up their life but they did anyways

you were such a w the whole movie and she can't help but rant about that as well

she gives you a round of applause at the end cause like that was a damn good performance cmon now

ALEX QUACKITY

alex is never watching any terrifier movie ever again holy fuck

you skipped over the first one bc you couldn't even watch it again and went to the second because you were in it

he was actually on edge the whole movie

what the hell do you mean you were cut in half??? wtf is this?? saw???

he actually almost puked LMAO

you were laughing the whole time your death was playing

"WHAT THE HELL WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?? THIS UGLY CLOWN IS KILLING MY PARTNER"

"that mf doesn't know you Alex, I do"

"Okay whatever"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #ranboo x reader #quackity x reader #badlinu x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #niki nihachu x reader #nihachu x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #gn!reader #they/them reader

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fanaticastrid · 2 months

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I need a break from Ch 5 of the DLAU so fuck it, have headcanons n stuff for ToA until I get it out-

-Lester literally never had a haircut in the entire six months, so obviously it's actually pretty long. Maybe shoulder length?

-OH AND HIS EYESSS his eyes turn gold when he gets a burst of godly power! The ToA discord also came up with them turning entirely green when he has a vision and I love that.

-So Apollo is more than happy to become Lester again, but I like to think he made a few tweaks to the form. For one, replacing the acne with a ton of freckles (on his face and shoulders especially) and maybe dying a few of his curls blonde. Oh, and his eyes are still blue, but around the pupil itself is like a gold ring. So Lester, just with subtle changes to reference Apollo's godly form.

-Meg absolutely has sunflowers planted in Aeithales dedicated to Apollo, and he makes sure they stay alive and healthy no matter what.

-I believe Caleo split up to better focus on themselves. Sorry, I just don't like the pair and it didn't make sense. They're still friends though.

-Georgina is a legacy of Apollo, I will not answer your questions

-Apollo makes it a point to visit the two camps at least weekly, mostly just to say hi and check up on his old friends. He avoids giving out quests, but if he absolutely has to, he makes sure it's easy and even provides an asisst at times.

-Hell, in fact, he might come from nowhere in his Lester form and save you from that fall or dangerous trap, or that horde of monsters about to make a meal out of you. Those in-person interventions are rare though, as Apollo is trying his very best not to alert the other gods on what he's up to.

-The only one that knows is Artemis, but she says and does nothing about it. She understands that this is just Apollo's way to keep himself busy so that he doesn't break down over the memories, over how many died for him. Of course, it's mainly due to the promise he made with Jason that he does so much to help the demigods.

-Apollo spends a lot of time w Meg, helping her garden with the rest of the Imperial Household. He makes sure no harm ever comes to her, that she lives long and happy, and she's grateful for her dummy being there for her.

-Despite how much he now cares for mortals now, he's still a god. Apollo's very reluctant to unleash his plague arrows and whatnot upon humanity, but it's his purpose. So he tries to make any damage minimal when he has to attend to his more destructive godly duties.

#trials of apollo #lester papadopoulos #toa #toa headcanon #apollo pjo #apollo toa #apollo #meg mccaffrey #headcanon

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unreliablesnake · 1 year

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Good girl (Joel Miller x reader)

Summary: Joel finally tells you how he feels about you, but just when things get interesting, Tess shows up.

Note: fluff, then smut, then angst. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button. I don't have a taglist.

Warnings: afab!reader, Joel cheating on Tess(?), oral (f receiving), age gap. MINORS DNI!!!

Joel hated this. He hated to feel this way, he hated to be around you, he hated to be so fucking smitten with you. But there was nothing he could do, even if a voice in the back of his mind constantly reminded him that you could be his daughter. You had been born almost in the same year as Sarah, he should be thinking of you as an adoptive daughter, but he couldn’t do that.

He wanted you, he wanted to explore every inch of your body, he wanted to taste your lips, he wanted to hear you whimper his name when you were on the brink of an orgasm.

And now that he had you sitting on the couch in his apartment, his thoughts began to run wild. Your eyes were fixed on him, and he didn’t miss the moment you licked your lips as you watched him. Could you be thinking about the same thing? Could it be that you had been so kind to him despite his usually cold exterior because you also wanted something from him?

The silence was driving him mad, he wished you would break it by saying something–anything, really. But you remained silent and it made him shake his head. You had been flirting for weeks now, he could tell that, but you could’ve been pretending to like him. But why would you do that?

So he did the only thing he could think of by dropping to his knees in front of you, his hands resting on your thighs as he looked up at you. “I can’t act like I didn’t care about you. I want to make you feel good, baby,” he said, not really processing his own words. If he knew what he was doing and saying instinctively, he would have slapped himself to snap out of it.

You gulped and your mouth opened as if you were about to say something. He eagerly waited for your reaction, even if you were planning to reject him, but you didn’t say anything in the end. His thumbs were drawing circles into your skin through your jeans and he leaned close to you to see if there would be any kind of reaction to the proximity.

Then something suddenly changed in you and you leaned forward to press your lips to his, initiating a kiss that lit a fire inside of Joel. He wanted you so badly that his hands moved to your neck, pulling you closer as if he could only stay alive if he kissed you.

“Come on, let’s get you out of these pants,” he whispered against your lips.

But when he began to unbutton your jeans, you put your hand on his to stop him. “Are you sure about this?” He nodded without hesitation. “Okay, but how about me going first? That would give you time to recover because I really, really, really want you to thoroughly fuck me.”

Joel laughed at your blunt statement, then placed a kiss on the tip of your nose. “Tonight is all about you. I’ve been waiting to taste you for way too long.”

You watched him for a while before finally nodding. This was the green light he’d been waiting for, so he quickly helped you out of your pants and panties, then grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge of the couch where he was kneeling. The old, hardwood floor wasn’t kind to his knees, but this was the kind of pain that he was willing to endure for the sake of your pleasure.

It was a challenge, really, whether or not he could live up to your expectations at his age. He was in good shape for a fifty-six year old, he wasn’t afraid to admit that, but that bright, hopeful look in your eyes still managed to make him feel self-conscious.

At first he just placed soft kisses on your cunt, this delicate move already drawing quiet moans out of you. Then his tongue was pressed between your folds, not wanting to waste any precious seconds by playing around. You squirmed under his hold, biting down on your lower lip as you tried to stay quiet.

He wanted to hear you so he glanced up at you and said, “Listen, baby, you can be as loud as you want. Let me hear you, okay?” You nodded obediently. “Good girl,” he said with a smirk before diving back between your legs.

His tongue was pumping in and out of your cunt, keeping a steady rhythm that made you tangle your fingers in his hair, keeping him close to yourself. “God, Joel,” you moaned, finally getting vocal just as he wanted. “Right there, that’s the spot.”

With a smile crawling back on his lips, he pressed his thumb against your clit, toying with the sensitive part as he kept licking between your folds. He could feel your body react to the pleasures he was giving you, and he had to tighten his grip on your thigh to keep you from squirming too much. You were so close to the top that it would have been a sin to slow down now.

So he kept going, getting drunk on hearing the sweet sounds you made because of him, and only him. But before his ego could grow any bigger, you suddenly yelped and moved your hand from the back of his head to his chin, forcing him to look up.

“What is it?” he asked in an annoyed tone. You were so close, why didn’t you let him finish what he started? Instead of answering, you silently motioned to the door with your head. When he looked over there, Joel found Tess standing there. “Oh, fuck,” he muttered to himself. She was supposed to be away for at least a few weeks, letting off some steam at Frank and Bill’s home after their fight the other day.

The fight that had been closed by her saying things between them were over. She ended their relationship, he was a free man, allowed to do whatever he wanted with whoever he chose. And he chose you, the sweet and gorgeous young woman that was so fucking irresistible that he could barely keep himself away from your delicious, warm cunt.

“So this is what you do every time I step out the door?” Tess asked him with a disappointed huff.

Joel bit the inside of his mouth to keep himself from snapping at her. You’re the one who said it was over. You’re the one who packed your things and left. You’re the one who said you might just stay in Frank and Bill’s safe little neighborhood. But he remained silent. It was wiser to stay quiet. To avert his thoughts, he reached out to pick up a blanket from the side of the couch and placed it on your lap.

“She could be your daughter, Joel!” she said angrily.

“I know that, okay?” he asked as he straightened up and stood between you and Tess. “But you said we were done, I moved on.”

The woman’s jaw dropped. “I’ve only been away for over a week!”

He heard you. He heard you lean down to pick up your jeans and quickly put it on under the blanket. “You stay where you are,” he warned you without looking back at you. Silence fell on the room and he knew you understood the order. You were such a good, obedient little girl for him. Fuck, he wished he could just finish what he had started. “Tess, just go. Please.”

She didn't move, only watched him with a look that could kill. Hell, he would rather choose to fight a goddamn infected than being here now. After what felt like an eternity, Tess finally shook her head and left the apartment.

“You shouldn't have done that,” you spoke up quietly, making him look at you. “The two of you have been together for so long, you shouldn't end it like this.”

But Joel shook his head as he sat down on the couch next to you. “I chose you, okay? People fall in and out of love all the time. Our time with Tess is up, I want to be with you,” he explained as he took your hand and raised it to his mouth to kiss your palm.

“I–I need time to think. On my own,” you added before he could say anything. He knew his face gave away the disappointment he felt, because you leaned over to place a soft kiss on his cheek then said, “I really like you, Joel, but I don’t want you to give up something important for me.”

“I thought you had fun with me,” he told you quietly as he leaned close enough to rest his forehead against yours.

“I did.”

He gulped, carefully thinking about his next words. It wouldn’t be easy to convince you because you seemed determined to leave, but he wanted you to stay, he wanted to see you fall apart because of him. “I thought you wanted me to thoroughly fuck you,” he finally said, quoting you.

You nodded. You remained silent, though, and this drove him crazy. He needed you to talk, he needed you to communicate to make this work. As if you could read his mind, you kissed him, gently enough to calm his mind that was on fire now. “We need time to think about what we truly want.”

“You changed your mind?”

“No.”

Joel smiled at you. “Good. Then stay here, it’s almost curfew time anyway, and let me prove to you that you need me just as much as I need you,” he said before kissing you. You didn’t hesitate to return it, and you instinctively reached out to unbutton his shirt. “Attagirl,” he whispered against your lips.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #the last of us #tlou #smut

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tooearlyforthis · 10 months

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Survivor | Steve Harrington

Pairing: bf!Steve Harrington x reader

Word Count: 6.2k

Synopsis: Months after Outbreak Day, Y/n comes across a group of survivors that might just change her life.

Warnings: tlou!au, established relationship, fluff

I don't talk about this on here but TLOU is literally my favorite video game of all time so, this story kind of just happened...enjoy!

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Amidst the shattered remains of a world in chaos, Y/n’s only hope was Chicago.

It started as a rumor she heard weeks ago. A safe haven for all those who had survived Outbreak Day. She didn’t know if she believed it at first; how could anywhere be safe now? Infected over-ran most places nowadays.

But with the middle of Indiana getting worse by the day, it seemed like her only option. Part of her was still holding back, not wanting to travel far away from what used to be her home. People could still be there, her boyfriend could still be alive...

It had been months since she had seen him- since that fateful day everything went to shit. She knew the probability that he was alive was slim. That staying within the county would only put her in more danger. So if Chicago could provide a sense of normalcy, that’s where she would go.

Her clothes were battered. A tear in her shirt, a hole in her boot. She needed to find more supplies. One pit stop wouldn’t hurt right?

Walking down the barren road, she followed an old map to where there should still be a mall. It was a risky move, going to a large place like that; but she knew she could handle it. She had found a bow and arrows a while back, perfect for a stealthy kill. And on top of that, a shotgun and pistol modified for steadier aiming.

The mall was still intact. Which meant somewhere amongst the collapsed stores had to be never before-worn clothes. With one deep breath, she pushed the front doors open, bracing herself for what would be inside.

She was careful, stepping over glass and fallen beams in case any infected were inside. The flashlight she carried shined through the darkness like a sniper with a rifle. She made sure to keep a low stance, almost crouching as she made her way from store to store.

It was the way hunters moved when they stalked their prey.

Before Outbreak Day, her dad liked to show off the guns he owned. He liked using them to scare off boyfriends as they entered the house. Claiming if they stayed they were worthy to date his daughter.

But when he wasn't scaring off potential lovers, he would take Y/n and her brother, Henry, hunting. It was almost always during duck season and she always dreaded it. But after the world had gone to shit, she was grateful for the lessons.

Most of the stores in the mall were proving to be useless. Leftover hotdog stands and collectible shops that had no use in the new state of the world. Finally, she came across the tattered directory. Scanning it quickly, she followed the path to the nearest clothing store.

It was a Merry-Go-Round. Not her first choice but it would do. The store was in shambles, as expected. Mannequins discarded, clothes strewn across the ground. It looked better than other places she visited, but still, it would talk a while to find something good.

Starting in the men’s section, she opted to look through the clothes still left on the rack. Thin vests, blazers, and dress shirts- not ideal. There were still some piles of clothes that looked to be okay.

Crouching down, she began to shift through them. It looked like most of the goody stuff was already picked through. There were some shirts that would be perfect for her, if not for the gaping holes on the torso.

But finally, after what felt like endless piles of clothes, she found something decent. Holding the shirt up, it was illuminated by her flashlight. It was long sleeves with thick fabric- something durable for the long winter ahead.

The color reminded her of the present she bought for her father's birthday on Outbreak Day. And in the silence of the dark mall, she couldn't help but let her mind drift back to that fateful afternoon.

🏹🏹🏹

“This all for today, miss?” asked the girl at the front desk. She carefully placed the sweater picked out for her father in a box.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Y/n responded, handing over a wad of cash.

The cashier took it, putting it in the register and picking out her change. She watched as the girl struggled to keep her hands steady, trying to pick up her quarters. Some fell to the ground below them, clinging against the shiny tile.

“You feeling okay?” Y/n asked, trying to be polite more than anything else.

“Yes!” the girl exclaimed, quick to respond.

“Maybe you’re coming down with a cold or something, I heard it’s been going around.”

“Yeah, something like that.” She held out her shaky hand for Y/n to take. “Sorry about that, have a great day.”

“You too,” Y/n replied with a smile, waving the worker a goodbye as she exited the store. Starcourt Mall was a lot busier since summer had started. The pathways filled with kids, couples on dates, and even some out of town visitors.

Moving through the crowd, she made her way to the store her boyfriend worked in. He had started just two weeks before and wanted to wish him luck. Disappointed he wasn’t there yet, she began her walk to her car.

It was a nice day out, nicer than it had been in weeks prior. Trying to find the keys to her car, she heard a voice call out to her.

“I thought that was you!”

Turning around, she could see her boyfriend smiling at her as he approached the car. She couldn’t help but blush at what he was wearing.

Giving him a quick kiss she leaned back and said, “Nice uniform.”

He cocked his head. “I can’t tell if that was sarcasm or a compliment.”

“Can it be both?”

Laughing, he pulled away from her, gripping the water bottle he was carrying. “Are we still on for tonight? Dinner and a movie?”

“Yep! I have to drop my brother off somewhere and then I’m all yours.” She leaned in close to his ear to whisper, “And wear the uniform.”

“Okay, now you’re just being mean.”

Giggling, she said, “I’m serious!”

“Mhm, sure.” He began to move away, checking his watch. “Shit, I start soon. I’ll pick you up. 6 o’clock?”

“Can’t wait.”

She watched as her boyfriend jogged off, hoping to make it to his shift in time before she got into her car. She lived a short distance from the mall, making it home in record time.

But there was something off when she stepped out of the car. The side gate to the backyard was creaked open. Her family never left it unlocked.

Y/n threw her present on the passenger seat, approaching the gate with caution. Hawkins was a small town, and except for the two deaths in recent years prior, nothing bad had ever happened.

Still, she kept her guard up.

As the grassy backyard came into view, nothing seemed out of place. The shed was still locked, the glass door to the house was shut; the lounge chairs weren't moved an inch.

Creak….

The sound of wood echoed through the backyard. She looked up at the tree house built above.

“Henry? Is that you?” she called out to which there was no response. Henry was the only one in the family that would go up there. So if it wasn’t him…

Hastily, she moved to the gun shed, pulling out her set of keys - her dad gave her a spare in case of emergencies. She grabbed a knife, hoping it would be enough protection.

Returning to the tree house, she began to ascend the stairs. They were rickety as she reached the top; she tightened her grip to make sure she didn’t fall. Gripping the knife with one hand, she used her other to push the hatch open.

As the room came into view, she could spot a figure in the corner. She held up her weapon, ready to protect herself when she heard a whimper. They were holding their knees to their chest, rocking back and forth in a soothing motion. Her shoulders relaxed when she realized who it was.

“Henry,” she said softly, lowering the knife. “What’s wrong? Why are you up here?"

He picked up his head and she could see tears streaming down his face. “M-mom and dad…”

“Oh my god are you hurt? Let me go get them-”

“-No!” he shouted as she turned to leave. It was quiet for a moment as his eyes darted across the wooden floor. “Something….happened to them.”

Y/n felt her heart sink, automatically fearing the worst. “Stay here,” she sternly spoke. “I’ll go see what’s wrong.”

“No, Y/n please stay.”

“It’ll just be a minute okay?”

“No don’t go!” he yelled but she was already climbing down the stairs.

She reached for the sliding back door, surprised to see it was unlocked. Yanking it open, the light from outside began to seep through the parted curtains. With the grip on her knife still tight, she stepped inside.

She could hear the soft hum of boiling water in the kitchen, signs that someone had been there recently.

Turning to her left, she approached the stove. The water was almost toppling over the pot, two eggs sitting on the counter ready to tossed in. With no signs of her parents anywhere, she decided to turn it off.

There were plates still on the kitchen table. Half-eaten pancakes from breakfast that morning which were never cleaned up. Where could they have gone? Why was her brother so afraid?

There was a vibration, almost a grumble, coming from the pantry; its wooden doors slightly ajar. She couldn’t see too far into it, blackness encasing the dry food. Reaching out she opened the doors all the way and turned on the light.

The room lit up, the shelves of canned food and snacks becoming visible. In the center, her mother stood, hunched over with her back facing Y/n.

“Mom?” she asked softly. There was no recognition as the grumbling continued.

Reaching out her hand, she placed it on her mother’s shoulder. That seemed to do the trick. Suddenly, she turned around and screamed, the horrid sound erupting from her throat. Y/n stumbled backwards in shock, landing on the cold kitchen floor.

Looking up, she could see that the woman before her wasn’t her mother. At least, it wasn't anymore. Her skin was drained of color, almost gray apart from the veins tracing down her figure. Her eyes were beat red and looked as if she had a horrid case of pink eye.

Y/n asked again, “Mom?”

Her "mother" screeched, lunging forward to attack her, its yellow teeth on full display. Y/n got up fast, running through the house, trying to see if her dad was anywhere insight. Seeing a head from the back of the couch, a sense of urgency rushed through her.

She reached forward, tapping her father’s shoulder. “Dad, you gotta help. Something happened to mom-”

Screeeeeech

A scream scored from her father’s mouth as he stood up. Turning around, Y/n could see no recognition of her father. He too stood disheveled, beat red eyes and ice cold skin.

Whatever was happening, it took her father too.

Her mother, still hot on her tail, dived into the room. Y/n swerved, watching as her parents collided with each other. They fell backwards, onto the glass coffee table which shattered on impact.

She thought that would be the end of it. But it was as if the weren't hurt. They both stood up and scanned the room for their daughter.

Sucking in one last breath, she ran. She jumped through the back door, the sounds of her parents clawing behind her.

With a quick turn she locked the door, closing it in time for her parents to collide with the glass. They clawed, banged and scraped against the glass, their mouths pressed against it.

It was only a matter of time before it broke.

“Henry!” Y/n called out. “Come down now!”

“But mom and dad-” He protested.

“I don’t know what happened, okay? But we need to leave. Use the side door, my car is unlocked in the driveway.”

“But-”

“NOW!”

Not asking again, she watched as her brother descended the rickety steps. He bolted toward the back gate.

Y/n ran toward the shed. She already had a knife tucked away in her pocket, but she needed something more. Something that would ensure their safety from whatever was happening.

She grabbed the shotgun, pistol, and as many bullet cases as she could carry. Shoving them into her pocket, she ran as fast as she could through the backyard.

There was a crash from her left, the glass sliding door breaking. She shielded her eyes from the shattering glass and tried her best to not trip over her own feet. The gate was in sight. Just a few steps more and she would be safe. But the screams of her parent’s grew closer. Turning, she could see they were fresh on her trail.

Without thinking, she fired the shotgun, straight into her fathers chest. He stuttered backwards before standing up straight.

The bullet had barely affected him.

Running fast, she bursted through the gate, stumbling for the keys in her pocket. She could see her brother waiting by the passenger door waiting to be let in.

Gripping her keys, she opened her door, clicking the button to unlock her brother’s. He raced inside, reaching back out to shut his door when their mother bolted.

The scream was enough to make him freeze, her arms grasping at any part of him she could get. Henry yelped, trying to pry himself away.

“Y/n help!”

Without a second to spare, she raised the pistol and fired. One shot through her mother’s head. Her heart dropped to her stomach, watching as her mother’s lifeless body slumped to the floor of the car.

Henry froze, holding back tears as their dad came barreling out of the gate. Quickly, she pushed her mother out of the car, closing the side door and driving away. Her adrenaline was pumping, her body moving faster than her mind.

“Y-you shot mom,” Henry said with a whimper.

“She…” Y/n didn’t know how to respond. “That thing wasn’t our mom, at least not anymore.”

“What happened to her?”

“I don’t know.” They turned out of the street, driving almost aimlessly as she tried to think of a place to go. As they moved toward the denser part of town, she saw people emerge from their homes. Suitcases loading into trunks and distant yells she couldn’t make out. “Whatever happened, it looks like we weren’t the only ones.”

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Letting her memories drift away, she shoved the new shirt into her back and headed toward the shoes. There was a giant hole in her left boot held together only by duct tape.

Crouching down again, she began to sort through. There were sandals and high heels, every shoe that was not fitted for an apocalypse. She was about to grab another box when a noise sounded from behind her.

She recognized it immediately - a clicker. Quickly, she moved behind a chair, a hand on the bow on her back.

After a couple months of surviving in this new world, the people who turned got worse. They started as “runners,” fast moving and ready to strike. But soon, turned into something much worse.

Their pace slowed, faces falling apart as cordyceps grew through. They stopped using their eyes and started relying on their ears. Any sound could alert them, so moving slow was vital.

There were things worse than a clicker - stalkers, bloaters and shamblers. But a clicker needed to be shot in the head - that was the tricky part.

Peering up from behind her chair, Y/n tried to pinpoint where the clicker was. It was dark, almost too dark to make anything out, but she spotted it. Inching forward, using its echo location to track its prey. But she wouldn’t be prey today.

Slowly standing up, she drew her bow and an arrow from her back, bringing it up to strike. She could use a gun, but there was no telling what else could be lurking nearby. Not something she wanted to risk, she pulled the bow tighter until her hand was flush against her cheek.

One arrow, that’s all she needed. With a deep breath, she let it loose, watching as it flew through the air, piercing the clicker right in its head. It fell to the ground, letting out one last cry before going silent.

Y/n sighed as she walked over to make sure it was dead. It was; lying still on the ground next to a shoebox. Squatting down, she opened it, happy to find a pair of combat boots in almost perfect shape. She was about to grab them when the sound of glass echoed from behind her.

Something is here.

Without thinking, she shot up from the ground and readied her bow to strike.

“Don’t shoot, we're friendlies!”

Her flashlight shined across what made the noise. It was a girl, probably around her age with light brown hair and freckles splayed across her face. Next to her, a boy, around 14 with a trucker hat masking his curly hair underneath.

“We’re not here to hurt you,” the girl said, her arms raised on either side of her head.

“How do I know that?” Y/n asked, not trusting a word from the strangers across from her. Next to her, the boy slowly raised his hands and she could spot him holding a revolver. She aimed her bow at him. “Drop the gun.”

He stayed still, not listening to her words as he squinted from the shine of her flashlight.

“I said drop it!” she repeated.

The girl shouted at him. “Henderson, drop it!”

“Fuck okay!” the boy, Henderson, shouted. Letting the revolver hit the glass below their feet.

“We mean no harm,” the girl said again. “Just passing through for supplies.”

Y/n directed the bow back at her. They did nothing that proved they were going to hurt her. But after months of traveling through the state, months of running into awful people. It was hard to trust anybody.

“Please just- lower the bow,” the girl asked.

“I don’t know if-”

BOOM!

There was an explosion behind them. The wooden panels of the try-on closets collapsing. Y/n covered her mouth to stop herself from inhaling any dust. As she did so, a low grumble emerged from the ruins. Looking up she spotted it.

There are worse things than a clicker, and one of them was standing right in front of them.

“Bloater!” Henderson yelled, bending down to pick up his gun.

“Run!” the girl shouted.

Y/n had no time to second guess their intentions, running after them. They headed toward the stationary escalator. She watched her steps, running down into the center courtyard of the mall. The grumble of the bloater was still loud, enough for her to know it was following them.

Waiting for the it to reach them, Henderson climbed up the empty water fountain. He was trying to get a better vantage point, poking his head around once up top. The girl was off to the side, shooting a runner who had emerged from all the noise.

“You think you can fight?” the girl asked.

Nodding, she grabbed the shotgun off her back and reloaded it. “Of course,” she told them.

Henderson shouted from atop the fountain. “It’s coming!”

Looking over, the two girls watched as the bloater appeared at the stop of the escalator. It was bigger than she originally thought. Standing at almost seven feet, armored plates of fungus covering its body. It gripped a piece of fungus, pulling it off and launching it at them.

“Spore bomb!” she shouted, thinking it was too late. It hit Henderson, making him fall back off the tower of the fountain and into the empty cavern below.

The bloater was already moving, descending the staircase as she fired shots at it. The girl threw something from behind her, a molotov. It exploded on impact with the infected monster.

It stumbled back on the stairs, giving Y/n more time to reload her gun. But the monster was far from killed.

The girl launched another molotov, and then another, but it still wasn’t enough. The bloater threw another spore bomb at them. Y/n dodged out of the way at the last second, taking cover behind a bench. She fished through her bag, finally finding what she was looking for.

Standing up, she watched as the bloater began to charge. She threw a can right into its chest. It bounced off him, landing on the floor below its feet. The bloater paused for a moment, before ready to move on.

But that’s when it went off. The can exploded, piercing the creature with hundreds of nails. Y/n walked forward, watching as it fell to the floor with one last dying breath. She walked up to it, examining the corpse to make sure it was gone for good. Thankfully, it was.

Peering over her shoulder, she searched for her two new companions. The girl was kneeling before Henderson on the edge of the fountain, his leg pulled up to reveal a nasty burn.

“That was pretty cool,” the girl said, grabbing a bandage from her bag. “What was that?”

“A nail bomb,” Y/n replied. “Made it myself.”

“Shit really? We could use some of those. I’m Robin by the way. This is Dustin.”

“Y/n,” she greeted them, turning to Dustin. “Are you okay?”

He nodded. “I will be. We have more supplies back at base.”

“Are you alone?” Robin asked. Y/n nodded before she could think about how answering might not be the best move. “Our base is a few miles away. About 50 people but we have plenty of space. You’re welcome to join us if you want. Right Dustin?”

“Oh yeah,” the boy replied eagerly. “We could really use you. That was badass.”

Y/n smiled, looking down at her tattered boots. She was never able to grab those new shoes. “I-I’m supposed to be heading up north. To Chicago.”

“The safe house?” Robin asked to which she nodded. “It’s no good. Runners overtook it weeks ago. We heard it on the radio back at base.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah so…you wanna join? I promise we don’t bite.”

It was a tempting offer. A stable place with medical supplies? It didn’t get much better than that. Her plan was to head north, to make sure her brother was safe. But now, there was no point in going there, especially if it was overtaken with infected.

“Sure,” Y/n agreed, the grip on her backpack tightening.

Dustin cheered. “Awesome! Though you guys might have to help me get out of here.”

“Yeah, of course.”

She moved to one side of the boy, Robin to the other. Together, they hoisted the boy up, letting him rest his arms on the backs of their shoulders.

“Are you going to be able to walk that far?” she asked, reaching for the door at the exit of the mall.

“We have a car waiting out front,” Robin informed her.

“Really?”

“Yeah we have a couple of them. Electricity and running water too.”

Together, they pushed on the heavy doors. Light shined through brighter than they had anticipated. Y/n brought a hand up to shield her eyes as they adjusted to the new surroundings.

“What happened?” asked a new voice. Y/n was quick to reach for her pistol but Robin was greeting the voice in a casual manner. She guessed he waited out front with the car.

“Bloater,” Robin informed the voice.

Y/n finally let her eyes drift up to meet this new stranger, or at least she thought it was a stranger. In front of her stood none other than Sheriff Jim Hopper. She felt stunned, stopping as he moved forward to lift the boy up with ease.

“I don’t need to be carried, Hop!” Dustin shouted.

“It sure looks like it,” the sheriff responded, walking back toward the car. It was his truck, bold letters printing Hawkins Police on the side.

Still in shock, Robin walked up to her. “You can put your stuff on the bed of the truck back there.”

Nodding she did so before climbing in the back with Dustin, Robin heading to the passenger seat. Once settled, she looked forward to see the Sheriff staring at her.

“You’re Sheriff Hopper, right?” she asked, needing to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating.

His eyes squinted. “Do I know you?” he asked before turning to look at Robin. “Who’s this?”

“This is Y/n,” the girl responded. “She helped us with the bloater there. Would’ve been toast without her.”

He turned back to her. “How do you know my name?”

Stumbling over her words, Y/n was finally able to say, “Y-you were the sheriff in my hometown. You know, before all this.”

Dustin’s head whipped toward her. “You’re from Hawkins?” She nodded. “So are we!”

“Really?”

“Holy shit what are the odds!”

As Hopper pulled out of the mall parking lot, he cranked his head back to address her. “Most of the people at our base are from Hawkins. Some from Bloomington, Stockdale, places nearby.”

“Cool,” she said, looking out the window at the trees passing by.

She couldn’t remember the last time she had been in a working car. It was hard not to have hope, that someone she knew could be waiting at this compound for her. But the odds were still slim, even if there were people from her hometown.

“Wait, did you go to Hawkins High?” Robin asked, looking back at her.

“Yeah, I just graduated,” she told her.

“Oh my god we overlapped for three years! I wonder if we had any classes together.”

"Before we get into more chit chat," Hopper interrupted. He angled his head to address Y/n. "You're alone? No one is tracking your movements?"

Y/n sighed, looking down at her lap. "Yeah," she said mournfully. "I'm alone."

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“Are you sure this is safe?” Henry asked as he limped up to the front door.

It was a suburban home, just outside of town. The white exterior made it seem friendly, more approachable.

“Yeah, Aunt Margaret is out of town, remember?” Y/n replied, scanning the front porch. “There should be a key around here somewhere…” Lifting a rock, she spotted it. “Here!”

The house was still intact, nothing out of place. Y/n let her shoulders slump, relieved to find a place that wasn’t overrun with…well, whatever was out there. They passed more people on the way to their aunt's house. Some were screaming, others tried to run to their car…

Something was happening and she didn’t like it one bit.

“Sit on the couch,” she told her brother. “I’m going to look for stuff to disinfect that wound.”

Nodding, she watched as her brother limped over, a trail of blood left behind from his right leg. She searched through the kitchen for anything to clear his wound. There were paper towels, pain killers, but no first aid kit in sight.

Making do with what she had, she grabbed anything she thought could be useful. When she went back to her brother, she saw he had turned on the tv, an emergency broadcast playing on every channel.

“This is a national broadcast. Warning: stay inside, don’t answer the door for anyone. There have been reports of crazed people. Stay away from anyone that has been bitten….This is a national broadcast-”

She felt her brother shiver from his spot next to her. Instinctively, she wrapped her arm around him. “Hey,” she consoled, “everything is going to be okay.”

“You don’t know that,” he replied softly, his head lowered to the ground.

There was a look on his face that she couldn’t quite place. It wasn't fear or shock, but almost an acceptance. An acceptance that the world had gone to shit and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

Rather than lie to the impressionable boy, she opted to say, “...no I don’t. But I have faith that we will be okay. And that’s all I can do.”

His eyes finally drifted up to meet hers, that same look across his face. His lips pressed together forming a tight line before he finally exhaled. Without another word, he lifted his pant leg.

Peering down, she felt her breath hitch. Plain as day, was an outline of a bite mark etched into his calf. The blood that had trickled down his leg was already dry. It covered up veins that had already begun to pulse rapidly.

Y/n’s mouth fell open, not able to form anything to say. Stay away from anyone that has been bitten. Those words from the broadcaster echoed in her mind.

“You may have faith,” Henry began, “But I don’t.”

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The ride to their base was short.

Robin pestered her with all sorts of questions. What classes she took, and where she lived. They did end up having a class together. Ceramics her sophomore year.

As they turned down a dirt road, Hopper informed Y/n they were almost there.

“You’re gonna love it,” Robin told her. “There are others that went to Hawkins high too. Maybe 5 of us. One that just graduated as well, you might know him.”

“Yeah, maybe…” she replied. “I stuck mostly to myself though; I doubt I would recognize anybody.”

“Well, you never know.”

“Look, there it is!” Dustin exclaimed, pointing out his window.

Leaning over next to him, she peered out to look at the base. It was a tall square building with a fenced perimeter. Most of the windows were still intact, the ones that weren’t were patched up with wooden planks. On the side of the building, decrepit letters that used to read Roann Laboratory.

“It was a research lab, before all this,” Hopper said. “I was here when it all went down. Fortified it. We’ve been here since then.”

Approaching the gate, Hopper waved through the window to a guard. They waved back, pressing a button to open the gate for them.

“Shit, you really do have electricity,” she commented.

“We found a way to turn the power plant back on a few months ago. Barely had any infected encounters since then.”

“That’s amazing.”

Driving around to the far side of the building, the truck pulled into the giant garage doors. It was clear it used to be some loading area. but now, watching as the doors lifted, she could see regular cars parked inside.

The truck came to a stop, Hopper moving out quickly, to grab Dustin who was still insisting he was fine to walk.

Robin turned to her. “Grab your stuff and I’ll show you around.”

Y/n nodded, pushing open the door and moving to the truck bed. Her stuff had rolled around but she found that nothing was too out of place. From the front of the car, she could hear someone approaching them.

“What happened to Dustin?” said the male voice. It sounded familiar.

“Spore burn,” Robin replied. “We ran into a bloater.”

“Shit, is he okay?”

“Yeah, it’s not too bad. Could have been worse but the newbie helped kill it.”

“Newbie?”

“Yeah, ran into this girl at the mall, helped out big time. Another Hawkins survivor, believe it or not.” She could hear Robin shout for her. “Hey, where’d you go?”

“Just grabbing my bag!” Y/n yelled back, stepping out from behind the truck.

It was as if time stopped.

Her eyes drifted up, landing on the guy standing next to Robin. The realization of who it was almost too much to handle. She felt herself inhale sharply, trying hard to make sense of the situation.

Her boyfriend, Steve Harrington, was standing in front of her.

She watched him freeze, his eyes fixated on her as she let the backpack fall to the ground with a thud. His eyes began to water, his lip trembling as he tried to speak.

“O-oh my god,” he said in almost a whisper. His hand reached up to his chest, as if it was becoming hard to breathe.

She stayed still, finding it hard to move any part of her body.

“You know each other?” Robin questioned, not knowing what was going on.

Steve didn’t answer her, only beginning to move toward her. At first it was small movements, but quickly broke out into a run.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as his body collided with hers. She gripped at the fabric of his jacket, digging her nails into his back as they held each other. He picked her up by the waist to hug her tighter- she didn’t think he’d ever let go. And she didn’t want him to.

Reluctantly, he placed her down, pulling apart just enough to see her face. Looking her up at down, trying to wipe away his own tears of relief, he asked. “N-no bites? You’re okay?”

She nodded, cupping his cheeks with her hands. “I… I thought you were dead,” she cried out.

“I thought you were. The walkie I gave you-”

“-had to leave it behind. My parents turned on day one…”

It was hard to stop the tears that were continuing to stream down her face. Taking his thumb, Steve wiped them away. Staring down at her, his brown eyes meeting hers, he couldn’t help himself.

He leaned forward, capturing her lips. It was hungry, a desperation behind him from being separated for so long. The fear that the worst had happened melted away. The urgency faded, as all she could focus on was the soft feel of his lips. They were chapped but she didn’t mind, knowing hers were too.

Even in his arms, his lips pressing against hers, she couldn’t stop herself from continuing to cry. At the feel of the first teardrop on her cheek, Steve pulled back.

“Hey,” he soothed. “It’s okay. I’m safe right? We’re safe.” She nodded, unable to form words. “Where’s your brother.”

It was hard not to cry again as she shook her head. “Gone, he got bit by my parents.”

His eyes went wide. “You’ve been on your own? This entire time, you’ve been out there by yourself?”

She attempted to reply, being cut off as Steve hugged her again. Her hands found their place flat against his back. “I’m so sorry, Y/n. I should’ve gone out looking for you.”

“It’s okay, you thought I was dead.”

“No, it’s not!” He pulled back to see her face, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen in front of her eyes. “You are never leaving my side again okay? Never.”

“Never,” she repeated, a smile slowly forming. It felt wrong to be this happy when the world around them was in shambles. She didn’t want to take this moment for granted.

They had completely forgotten they weren’t alone. The sound of a throat clearing pulling them out of their trance. Steve turned his head, Y/n looking over his shoulder at Robin who was still standing a few feet behind them.

“Care to explain?” she asked.

“Oh right,” Steve began, taking Y/n’s hand and leading her over to the other girl. “You guys have already met but, Robin, this is my girlfriend.”

He turned to Y/n. “Robin and I were working in the mall together on Outbreak Day. Remember you were gonna come visit me?” She nodded in recognition.

“So,” Robin started, crossing her arms against her chest. “This is the famous girlfriend you never shut up about.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I talk about you a lot.”

“You were right, she is a badass.”

“Thanks,” Y/n said sheepishly.

She felt Steve’s touch fall from her hand. Looking back she saw him grab her backpack. “Let me take this. Rob and I have a full floor to ourselves. And she doesn’t mind adding one more person right?”

“Hey,” Robin said, raising her hands. “After what you did in that mall, you could kick me out for all that I care.”

“Oh I’m not gonna do that!” Y/n protested but Robin already began to walk away.

Steve drew back her attention. “Let’s get you showered and a new pair of clothes. We have running water - warm too.”

She smiled. “So I’ve heard.”

He smiled back, still in shock that his girlfriend was alive and in front of him. Overcome with emotions, he leaned back down and kissed her one more time. It was short and sweet, but still felt like an eternity.

“We have a lot of time to make up for,” he said, taking her hand once more.

Closing her fingers around his, she looked back up at him. “Yes we do.”

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Finally I can get the man that has plagued my mind off my brain and into my OC's. He's been in there banging around my brain for a week now and I can't get him out <3

Though his name took me a while cause I kept changing my mind 🤡

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WARNING - MINORS DNI

AFAB reader and reader is described as feminine and chubby/plus sized.

Yandere themes, gore, descriptions of gore, shitty attempt at medical care,

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Dante Morelli

First Meeting + Headcannons

Dante Morelli is a man well-known and well sought after. Whether it's to fuck him or kill him that is. A major CEO of a tech company that's just a cover for the shady mob dealings they do.

Not even most of the employees know about it. It's well hidden and only known by the people apart of the mob itself.

Unfortunately, he doesn't keep anyone by his side. The way he was raised didn't allow for petty emotions and selfish thoughts. And even after the man, he calls his father passed he couldn't shake that at all.

But who knows what fate has in store for him huh?

Unfortunately, one late night after Dante wanders the streets after a dealing, he was caught by an enemy and gunned down. Luckily he managed to get away but barely by going down several back alleys and hiding near some old boxes and garbage left by neighbors.

He's bleeding out and he lost his phone while running. He should have installed a GPS in his watch but he didn't and he regrets it for sure.

His thoughts become mudded and cloudy, barely awake when he hears humming and what sounds like a bag dropping to the floor. He feels hands on his wound and his immediate response is, "Don't call anyone."

He can't risk the cops or anyone finding out about this. And he can hear the hesitation in the voice as what turns out to be you returning from a late-night trip to the grocery store.

You definitely weren't anticipating a man with a gun wound on his shoulder to even be conscious and when you heard his confession to not call anyone you didn't know if your conscious would let you leave him.

So despite the voice in your head screaming you to not drag him to your place, you did the opposite and used his other shoulder to prop him up and let his legs drag on the floor before you brought him up to your shady but cheap apartment.

Luckily no one saw you and you set him down on the floor of your living space before grabbing a med kit that totally wasn't stolen hospital supplies from your best friend...

But who cares cause stolen hospital supplies are helpful. But you look at the wound and grab a bottle of vodka you were saving for the same friend and poured it on the wound and your hands since you didn't have any gloves. You have decent medical knowledge and enough to know what to do and what not to do. So you look for a bullet and are glad to see it passed right through.

So you disinfect the wound further before attempting to stop the bleeding and closing the wound with a sewing kit you had in the kitchen for emergency fixes in your clothes.

You braced yourself for sewing into his skin and then tying it together to close his wound before wrapping it in gauze. There's only so much you could do so you got a spare blanket and pillow and got him comfortable on the floor. You didn't think it would be a good idea to move him too much.

You only knew that closing a wound and stopping it from getting infected and bleeding is the best option even if you have no fucking clue what you're doing.

And after a tiresome night, you pass out on the couch, wanting to make sure this stranger doesn't steal any of your stuff.

Surprised to say Dante was still alive after that. Seriously you fell asleep thinking about how to explain the dead body in your apartment. If things went south you were screwed.

Since you were finally off from work, as a daycare worker for children, you took the chance to make some tea for your extremely stressful night and now morning.

But as you poured the hot water into the mug and over the tea leaves you heard a groan and whisper of "what the fuck" coming from your living room.

"I take it my late-night patient is up?" You say jokingly, smiling softly as you decide to pour another cup of tea. You wait a couple of minutes for it to steep before taking the mugs and setting them on your coffee table where your "guest" sat up with an annoyed look on his face.

He wanted to ask what the hell he was doing here but when he noticed the pile of dishtowels and an empty bottle of vodka in a slightly bloody pile. You hummed the same tune as last night before handing him the mug of tea and sitting next to him.

"Stress release for a stressful night. If you want honey in yours I have some but I honestly hate honey so I'd suggest sugar." You said, making small talk like it was the most normal thing and you couldn't help but feel like this was a wattpad fanfiction you were living through right now.

Dante felt an unknown emotion rush through him before he took a sip of the tea silently. "Thank you for the uh, help.." He mumbled, taking the time to look at your small apartment, noticing some cracks and things that need to be fixed. He noticed the blood behind your fingernails and then looked at your face.

Something in him realized that instead of the awkward silence he should be compensating you for saving him and he felt guilt over giving you a hard time.

And it's rare for him to feel sympathy for anyone.

"May I use your phone?" He asked, looking right at you before you pulled it out of your pockets and handed it to him, "Just don't say I tried to murder you cause I swear I may have wanted to poke my finger in your wound but I didn't-".

He let out a light chuckle before turning his head and putting a number in to call. He heard his bodyguard answer the phone in a panicked tone and he told his bodyguard to come to pick him up.

After that time went by quickly and the tea was finished when there was a knock and a big buff man behind the door who looked like a kicked puppy who shat on the carpet...

When he left you felt like you could finally breathe. You sunk onto your couch and finally fell into a peaceful nap with sincere hopes to forget that you didn't just have tea with a man who you treated like a doll to sew up.

But unknowing to you, Dante felt a squeeze in his heart and a sure knowing that he had just fallen for a woman whose name he didn't even know.

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Regular Headcannons

• Dante is 29 and was born on April 2nd.

• He's part Italian and honestly quite tall.

• He's not entirely good at showing his emotions. He had a rough childhood due to how his father raised him so he'd be a cold and ruthless mob boss when his father stepped down. Sadly even after he passed he couldn't shake the stoic mask he showed.

• But when he fell for you something in him couldn't help but smile so when he meets you again he shows this charming and adorable image. But the moment you're gone from sight he can't find himself feeling as warm and safe as you make him feel. So his smile usually falls when you leave and his subordinates quickly realize it.

• While Dante does have experience with women, he doesn't have experience with love. The amount of Googled date spots and how to win a woman's heart in his search history is honestly getting out of hand...

• He doesn't have many hobbies. He's rich but never sure how to spend the money so most of the time it sits away and goes towards bills and expenses.

• He does like taking care of plants. It was something he picked up as a child to cope with. He would talk to them and tell them all the positive things that he wanted to hear as a child and they thrived under his care. So his hobby grew as he became an adult so his house is filled with dark wood furniture and plants littered around wherever.

• He even has a greenhouse and an indoor garden space in his living room where he grows a tree in his living room. Somehow it makes him feel safe.

• Dante doesn't enjoy growing flowers so sometimes he buys some for himself just cause he thought they were pretty and would look nice in a vase he had at home.

• Cook? Why would he cook when he can just order something? Seriously it's not that he's bad at cooking it's just that he sincerely doesn't know how-

• Doesn't mean he won't look up a recipe to try and make you something for a special dinner date

• And as busy as he can get? He always sets time aside for you. And if you come to visit him while he's doing the "normal" part of his job he'll let you stay in his office with him and maybe sit you on his lap as a lovely stress reliever.

• But if you head over while he's doing the part of his job that he keeps far away from you, he'll send one of his subordinates to make you wait in a better area of the building while he finishes up busting someone's hands.

• He always cleans off before seeing you. He can't just see you while he smells like blood or has the disheveled appearance he does after dealing with someone.

• He doesn't ever want you to have to deal with it. Even though he knows you helped him he'd rather his own blood be on your hands rather than anyone else's.

• If he sees something while out near a shop or just randomly while scrolling through social media that he thinks you would like he'll buy it immediately.

• He's got so much money why not spend a bit of it hm?

• Soon after he met you he actually decided to send you gifts.

• it started out small like some tea leaves and sometimes it would be something else. One time you jokingly said, "oh mystery gifter can you give me a gift for my students?" And then next thing you know a stack of stuffed toys for the kids at your daycare center arrived the next day.

• At first you were freaked out but you grew used to it until you left a note by your door hoping to see who it was.

• when you found out it was Dante, he gave you the most adorable smile and said it was thanks for saving his life. He said if he could get to know you better he would be really grateful. You could of course deny but he'll still try to worm his way in eventually.

• And he understands not to send too many gifts as well. He just doesn't know how to properly express how happy and safe you make him feel so he gives gifts as a form of "payment" in his mind.

Yandere Tendencies Headcannons

• Seriously the wrong person to fuck with. He knows how to manipulate and blackmail but prefers violence and threats above all else.

• He loves you too much and he can easily manipulate your surroundings if he has to. And just like another man, we know he has people watch over you. He only trusts the men close to him so he gets one of them to watch over you and report your actions to him.

• But he doesn't want photos of you taken that aren't by him. Somehow he doesn't feel like anyone has the right to.

• And if a subordinate of his ever had the gall to disrespect you? Their dead the moment that shit spewed from their mouth. After that everyone knows better than to mess with you. But you do become a target of some enemy dealers. But that's also why he has his men watch over you.

• And his business never deals with drugs. Maybe some weed but never anything hardcore. They deal mostly in money, loans, organ harvesting, and certain contracts.

• But his job as a CEO of a tech company also earns him lots of money and while he's not too close to those he employs for the company since they are in the dark about the company being a front, he pays them well and makes sure they have the right bonuses and doesn't allow any power harassment.

• He can and will bug your apartment. He can't have himself worrying about your well-being all the time so it gives him peace of mind. And he likes it when you start humming or singing or just talking to yourself as you pace around your home with whatever task you're doing ♡

• But he does get easily lonely without you around, so at some point, he may begin pressuring you to move in with him. He just wants you by his side. He needs you.

He would have no problem keeping you by his side. There's no way for you to ever possibly escape him. So don't make him doing anything too drastic okay? ♡

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