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avesque · 1 year

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Hi can I request a Neteyam with his female mate where she goes off to explore the forest alone for ages and forgets to tell him and he can’t find her for a long time and when he does he pulls her to him in a tight hug not wanting to let go and she asks him what’s wrong, he is reluctant to tell her that he was worried about her so she comforts him by rubbing his back and cheeks and pressing her forehead against his. When they go back to their home together he doesn’t let go of her and his protective nature comes out and just wants comforting touches and soft kisses? Thanks 😊

in these arms — neteyam

INCLUDES fem!reader, omatikaya!reader. established relationship, fluff. 1.5k words.

NOTE my first request omg 🥺 i added a lil detail to emphasize neteyam’s worry for reader, i hope you don’t mind! i may have gone a lil overboard haha this was so fun to write. thank you for requesting! <3

sunlight dawns upon the tent you share with neteyam, carving shadows into corners. your eyes flutter open as light settles on your eyelids, immediately reaching over for your mate’s warmth. to your disappointment, you’re met with only his blanket.

the day has barely started yet your lover is already out and about. he probably joined the hunters for their early morning hunts. groaning, you get up and ready yourself for the day, getting giddy at the thought of greeting neteyam the moment he comes back.

you’re in the middle of weaving another bracelet for neteyam when the party arrives. you hear them first before you see them — a group of direhorses galloping, stomping across the forest floor. your beads rattle lightly in its container.

“that’s them,” neytiri says, not taking her eyes off her beadwork. a smile graces your face as you eagerly stuff your unfinished accessory in a pouch to greet neteyam.

you smother him in a hug the moment his feet hit the ground. neteyam huffs out a startled breath before wrapping an arm around your waist.

“you weren’t there when i woke up,” you complain lightly against his skin. his hold on you tightens.

neteyam pulls back slightly to look at you. soiled hands brush away stray braids on the side of your face but you let him do it anyway.

“i’m sorry, my love,” he whispers. his gaze is so soft you might melt right on the spot. “duty called.”

you let out a laugh. “i know.” then you pout, thumbing away the dirt smeared over his cheekbones. “would have liked it better if you woke me up and bid me goodbye.”

he hums. “you’d like that?”

“i’d love that.”

“okay,” he says, dropping a kiss on your forehead. “i will from now on.”

your smile is nearly blinding and neteyam thinks you have never been more beautiful. his chest floods with warmth at the light in your eyes, the bounce in your movements. he did mean to wake you up earlier but decided against it. you had looked so peaceful he did not have the heart to disrupt your much needed rest.

it has been a week of recovery for you, after all. he aches just thinking about how you’ve been bedridden the week before that due to the virus you miraculously caught. it was so severe that his father had to call his friends at the lab to help you.

neteyam had never been so helpless as he watched you moan and cry, your appetite gone and energy so depleted you cannot even sit up without support.

he opens his mouth to say something but gets interrupted by another hunter. he squeezes your waist once before letting go though still keeping you close.

“did we catch enough?” ray’ui, an omatikaya boy the same age as him, asks.

neteyam looks around. they didn’t have the usual men come for hunting this morning; some preferred to hunt in the afternoon for supper. “i think so. until for lunch, at least.”

“will you join this afternoon?”

“yes,” he nods thoughtfully. he plans to make some good dinner especially just for you to gain back the health and weight you’ve lost the past two weeks.

neteyam is called again by another na’vi before getting caught in a conversation with an elder. it’s nearing midday when kiri comes up to him with scrunched eyebrows, her hands irritatingly placed on her hips.

“have you seen y/n?”

the question makes neteyam stagger a little. he’s seen you, yes, but that was hours before. the sun is so high up in the sky now, the weather bordering on sweltering hot.

“i did… earlier, after we got back.” his eyebrows furrow. “why?”

“mother is looking for her.” kiri looks around. “you sure you haven’t seen her?”

neteyam shakes his head. an irrational fear stabs at his chest but he tries to shut it down, convincing himself you’re around here somewhere. he makes an excuse of looking for you since it’s nearing lunch. when afternoon comes and he has not seen even your shadow, he goes running to his father.

“what is it?” jake asks, eyes trained on the branch he’s buffing.

“i haven’t seen y/n since this morning.” the worry and fear bleeds into his every word, enough so that jake puts away his things. neteyam can only wonder how distressed he looks.

“i’m sure she’s—”

“neteyam!”

neteyam looks over to see ra’yui. he greets the olo’eykran before turning to him. “i’ve been looking for you. we are preparing for the hunt.”

he runs an aggravated palm over his face before sighing. “i’m sorry, i won’t be able to join you today.”

though his friend senses his frustration, he doesn’t press any further. once he’s gone, neteyam once again face his father.

“i’ve searched everywhere and i have not seen her. not even a trace. dad, please.”

he watches as his father’s resolve crumbles. he doesn’t even care how despe he looks right now as long as he can find you and make sure you’re alright.

his father has already arranged a search party for you, including the sully boys and other men. neteyam’s heartbeat seems to bleed through his eardrums the deeper they reach in the forest and still not getting a sight of you.

it’s nearing eclipse when they reach the old shack, a place his father always warned them to stay away from. his hold on his bow tightens at the realization: you aren’t here, which means you’re somewhere farther and more dangerous.

“how certain are you that she could have gone this far along?” lo’ak asks.

neteyam has no idea. his brother’s question was so stupid it made him want to lay a punch on his face.

something snaps and ruffles. the party stills. the chief raises a hand before readying his bow, aiming in the direction of the noise. the sound of leaves crunching grows closer until the bushes spit out… you.

the party simultaneously releases a big, heaving sigh of relief. neteyam almost drops down to his knees. instead, he drops his bow, surging forward and immediately cupping your face in his hands. the group slowly walks back to give you both some privacy.

“where have you been?” his question comes out much harsher than he intended. your ears fall back in your hair and it’s then he notices you’re dripping wet. your braids are drenched and rivulets of water are still caught in your skin. one slides down your temple and into his thumbs.

“what—?”

“i’m sorry, ‘teyam, i fell asleep.” your admission has him further confused.

“fell asleep?”

you nod, unable to meet his eyes. he feels you grip his arms, fingers cold against his skin.

“in the pond…”

he has so much questions but decides it can wait at home. he needs to get you warmed up fast. your company makes it back to the village just as the people are setting up the bonfire. neteyam excuses you both, heading to your shared shut.

he is quiet as he gingerly gestures for you to undress, fetching you a new top and loincloth. he helps you put them on, warm fingers leaving behind goosebumps on their wake. he then takes both of your blankets and drapes it over your shoulders.

“are you mad?” you ask meekly. it almost breaks his heart.

“i am not mad, tìyawn.” he cups your face again and your eyes flutter closed, melting into his touch. “could never be mad at you.”

“why aren’t you saying anything then?”

neteyam tries to say it, tries to articulate his thoughts. his worry, his fear. he thought of the worst things that could have happened to you. what if they weren’t able to find you? the idea alone makes his stomach curdle.

two weeks ago, you were nearly unconscious in the laboratory. and now, this?

sensing his distress, you make your way over and climb in his lap. it’s a little awkward with the blankets weighing you down but you manage to settle just right, sighing happily at the warmth emanating from neteyam’s body.

you hook your arms around his shoulders and bury your face in his neck. his body relaxes under your touch.

your palm takes its time feeling every ridge of muscle on his back. you absentmindedly rub circles on his skin while the other caresses the back of his head.

“i am sorry for making you worry.”

lately, it seems all you do is make neteyam worry. aside from his duty to the clan, he has to deal with you on the side. the guilt makes your stomach turn.

“some kids were running,” you start explaining. “i followed them to the forest. there were these helicoradian plants and i got distracted… and then i walked some more until i got to the pond.”

“where you fell asleep?”

you nod against his shoulder. neteyam sighs.

“you were gone all day.”

“i know, my love. i must have worried you to death,” you laugh lightly. when neteyam doesn’t say anything, you try to pull him closer; to etch your apology on your skin to his. your love has never been good at expressing himself but you know him like that back of your hand.

when his arms around you tightens in answer and a delicate kiss is placed on the side of your neck, you know you’re forgiven.

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sunlightmurdock · 1 year

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Safe Zone | 0.9 | Bradley Bradshaw and Jake Seresin x Reader

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Synopsis: A team of elite naval aviators holding down the fort at the North Island Air Base while they wait for reinforcements after a virus sweeps the continental U.S. - only, it’s been three months and no one has shown up.

Warnings: Warnings: gore, death, violence and pretty graphic mentions of all things zombie related, love triangle, smut (18+, minors dni), angst etc. smut, unprotected pinv

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You’re woken by three gentle knocks on the door. Eyes flying open, you remember that this isn’t your bed that you’re cosied up in, or your pillows that you’re hugging tight. You shoot upright and launch yourself out of the sheets, stumbling as your legs struggle to keep up with you.

You twist the lock and tug the door open, “Sorry, I—“

You close your mouth quickly, locking eyes with Jake over Rooster’s shoulder. He rests his hand against the door handle opposite and quirks a brow just slightly. You swallow dryly as the memories come flooding back. His teeth grazing over your jugular, taut and hard abs pressed into your back. The gravel of his tone as he muttered against your earlobe that he was so fucking close.

Remembering quickly that the door is halfway open and you’re blocking Rooster from entering his own room, your body burns an uncomfortable, humiliation-fuelled heat as you look back at him.

“… Overslept.”

Jake almost grins. All flustered like this, glancing across at him periodically as you pull the door the rest of the way open and let Rooster in. Wearing just a tank top and a men’s pair of gym shorts, ill-fitting but more comfortable than your tactical pants. Jake’s eyes, green and cunning, flick downwards to the sliver of visible skin between the bottom of your shirt and the waistband of your shorts. He looks back up at you silently.

“You’re good,” Rooster shrugs as he steps past you, his shoulder grazing yours. Jake’s lips tug at the corners, almost smiling at you. It’s mocking, almost sympathetic, before he turns and lets himself into his room. His door closes behind him without a word. Rooster’s already peeling his shirt off behind you. “Did you sleep alright?”

You close his door behind him and nod, trying to comb your fingers over your head. There’s no point in trying to comb through it, but the least you can do is smooth it down a bit.

“Um, yeah,” You swallow and turn back to face him as he leans down to take his boots off. He’s dirty again, fingers dusted with a layer of dry dirt, blood at the tips. You don’t ask what he has been up to. “Better than I have in a while.”

His lips quirk up into a real smile as he glances towards the mess that you’ve made of his previously neatly made bed. Not that he minds a bit. “Comfy, right?”

You cross your arms over your chest. “Yeah. I guess.” It would be too easy to play into the trap that he’s setting. To fawn all over him and his cozy room. You’ve already got a safe place to stay and it isn’t here. But fuck, his bed is comfy.

“You can sleep some more, if you want,” He reaches down and starts to unlace his boots. The light catches his face, illuminating his swollen cheek, and the small, jagged cut along his cheekbone. “I’ll wake you up before your shift.”

You give a soft shake of your head, “I’m alright.”

Rooster shrugs, kicking his boots off and nudging them towards his closet with his foot, then popping open the button on his pants. “I promise you won’t wake up with me spooning you or something — I’m gonna be in the shower for a while.”

“How’d you get that cut?” So abrupt that you’ve almost interrupted him, manners mean nothing as you walk towards him and cock your head to the side.

Rooster’s eyes lift, landing on yours. He studies you, unmoving as you reach out and touch the puffy skin below the cut. Your brows knit together. It’s too barbed to be from a knife of from glass, something else entirely.

“Diamond,” Rooster answers you calmly, his voice low, soft still. “Wedding ring caught me right there.”

Your lips tug at the corners, smoothing the dirt off of his cheek with your thumb. It’s nice, that he’s making a point of not lying to you. Jake still hasn’t said a word to you since he zipped his pants back up.

“Did she find out you had another girl in your bed?” You tease him. Rooster’s face softens into an amused smile as he tugs his zippers down. Broad shoulders raise and fall into an aloof shrug, his dog tags settling between his pecs.

“One night in here and you’re already getting off at the thought of making other girls jealous, huh?”

You scoff. The first thought to cross your mind is that he would be jealous if he knew. The second thought is to doubt that. He steps out of his pants, still shaking his head with that amused little smile on his face. You’re not so sure that he would be jealous of your quick, dirty fuck against a shelving unit with Hangman.

Actually, you think that he might laugh at you for it.

“Did you wanna shower here before I get mud all over it?” Rooster offers, standing upright and craning his neck from side to side. Turns out, being hunched over, digging a shallow grave for a couple of hours, isn’t the best for your spine health. You lift your brows at him. “It’s warm.”

Standing there in nothing but a pair of black boxers and his tags, he stares at you, waiting for his response. His entire body aches; three days of fucking chaos around this place and barely a break inbetween it all. But, he’s acutely aware of the fact you haven’t had warm water in almost four months, and he’s willing to wait.

“I’m starting to understand how you get girls around here to go so crazy for you,” There’s no way that you can stand here and sincerely thank him for being so nice to you, when you’ve been consistently stepping on his toes for about a month now, so the playful taunting continues. “Do you give every girl the spa treatment?”

Again, his lips quirk just softly, but he shakes his head. “No, we aren’t supposed to let civilians see our spaces. You’re my first overnight guest, actually.”

Your nod is small, he can tell that you’re just trying to figure him out. He’s pretty sure that he already has you figured. You’re just like Jake.

“C’mere, I’ll show you how it works.” He nods his head for you to follow him and pushes open the bathroom door. It’s bigger than the shower in your room, and he has more than just generic shampoo and soap. Two big, fluffy grey towels are hung up on the back of the door. He gets the water running and leaves you to it without question.

You almost instinctively hiss as you step under the stream of water, expecting that same stinging chill that you would normally get. Instead, it’s just the right side of warm, bordering hot. You exhale slowly and let it soak your muscles. Shampoo comes next, it’s something citrusy and basic, but anything scented feels nice after this long.

Rooster almost jumps when you step back out. He’s putting his dirty clothes into his laundry hamper, his bed is made again — all that Navy training still counts for something, even now. His eyes land on you, still wet, droplets of water skimming your skin, wrapped in one of those grey towels.

“Thought you would’ve taken longer,” He comments, eyes darting down and then back up. He grabs his watch from his bedside table and checks the time. “Maybe next time, huh?”

Your lips quirk as you step out of your way and let him move around you. “Maybe.” He’s never seen you so coy. You’re kind of sweet when your hackles aren’t up like a damn animal. He shoots you a quick wink.

“Alright, I’m gonna shower and try to sleep for a sec. I’ll come get you from your room tonight?” He offers, leaning up against the bathroom doorframe. You smile, giving him a small nod. He hums in agreement, tells you to have a good day and then shuts the door behind him.

You dress yourself quickly and leave before he has a chance to return, walking softly so that your boots don’t draw any attention as you leave. Your first rotation is the west wall with Yale. His real name’s Logan, and he’s about as beige as a man can be. That three hour shift drags. He says maybe four words to you the entire time.

After that, you’re by the mess hall for lunch with a couple of other volunteers and some low level ensigns. Nothing important enough here for the higher ups to concern themselves with, they have bigger problems.

“You’re not making sense, Floyd.” Cyclone scoffs, pinching the bridge of his nose between his index and thumb, rubbing circles like it will force this persistent migraine out of his brain. Gray is taking over his roots now, growing at an accelerated rate. These last few months feel like they have aged him more than the rest of his life. Especially these last twenty-four hours.

“If you listened to me, you’d get it,” Bob bites back, venom dripping from his tongue as he leans forwards across the table. “Utah. Colorado. They’re both gone. Communication stopped completely like Washington.”

Bradley presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek and spreads his knees a little further. It freaks him out how much Bob worries about this stuff. If Bob’s worried, there’s reason to be scared.

“Okay — well, what do you suggest we do about it?”

“Wait, why are they disappearing? — I’d like to focus on that.” Phoenix interrupts, her chin propped up on her fist, barely awake after three consecutive nights on the front gate.

“I think they’re getting overrun.” Bob’s voice is serious and low. He tucks his hair behind his ears, already growing bothered by how long it’s getting without his wife here to cut it. “They all had problems like ours. Dead wandering out of the cities, build ups at the perimeters. They all cut out without warning — it’s not an energy issue because I can still see them on the board.”

Jake leaves the meeting with an even bigger headache than the one he went in with. He runs his fingers through his hair, settled into the fact that the world has ended and that there’s nothing to be done about it. Staying alive for as long as is convenient is fine in his books. His shift is with you, now.

He already knows that it’s going to be complicated. You’re mad at him for the quarantine, he could probably be mad at you for running off to Rooster about it, if he cared enough to be. That argument’s over fast enough anyway. Ten minutes before you realize that he isn’t going to say sorry and finally decide to start ignoring him. He’s alright with that for a while. But silence doesn’t make a four hour long shift go any faster.

“So, you’re fucking Rooster.” It’s a casual comment, accompanied by a soft grunt as Jake hoists the canister off of the ground. You’re already looking over at him. Watching the muscles in his arms as he moves them from point A to B.

It’s shit work. Designed to keep the worker bees busy. You’re not too sure what kind of shit hit the fan last night that today’s work is clearing out an old, dust-covered hangar. Beyond the breach at the south wall, obviously.

Something bigger happened last night. But Jake won’t tell you anything; it’s no use pestering him. You trail your index finger through the dust on a box to your left and give a small shrug of your shoulders. You knew that he would bring up what he had seen this morning.

“You gonna cry about it, Hangman?”

He lifts his head, green eyes staring right at you. God, it’s like lightning strikes when he does that. You stare back at him wordlessly, waiting for your answer, letting the heels of your shoes knock into the box that you’re sitting on.

Jake means forwards, palms open against the boxes in front of him. His head tilts a quarter of an inch to the right. Something wolfish — predator, prey. You lean back and brace your weight on your hands. Mimicking him, you cock your head a fraction to the left.

Finally, he gives a soft shake of his head.

“Cry over you, baby? — Pretty arrogant thing to just assume.”

“Yeah, I see the way you look at me.” You answer back, feeling that familiar pulse between your legs and tiny little itch in the back of your brain. It’s a bad idea, but the world ended — bad ideas now don’t mean as much as they did back then.

He sets the canister that he’s holding down and flexes his fists. His shoes leave footprints in the dust, one in front of the other as he stalks towards you.

“How’s that?”

Instead of answering, you end the game a beat earlier. Fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt, you tug it slowly up and out from its neat spot in your waistband.

Jake continues towards you, reaching out and grabbing the backs of your knees. Parting your legs swiftly, he steps between them and watches as you pull the black fabric over your head.

His palms flex around the backs of your thighs, squeezing softly at your legs over the fabric of your cargo pants. You lift your chin, eyes steadily on his intoxicating green stare as you reach back and unclasp your bra. The straps fall from your shoulders, the garment is quickly discarded and dropped beside your shirt.

Still watching you, Jake’s hands leave your thighs and go for his own belt. Tugging the khaki material from the loops, the buckle clatters loudly as he works it open in front of you. Sunlight pouring through every window, the tin walls insulating the space. Droplets of sweat beading down your back, saliva pooling on your tongue.

Jake pops open the button on his pants and drags his zipper down. Reaching out tentatively, your fingertips beach the bottom of his black shirt. Skimming slowly along his furiously warm skin, you rake your nails gently along the muscled ridges on his abdomen.

“Off.” Your voice is low, calm but with no intention of being quiet about it. Jake curls a fist into the shirt and peels it over his head without protest, dropping it down beside yours. His dog tags move with the material and drop back down against his chest.

You lean slowly forwards and press your lips to his navel. Salt on his skin, his hand comes to rest against the back of your head as you work open-mouthed kisses along his toned stomach.

His fingers curl into your hair and keep you there, letting his head lull back to stare at the old tin roof as your teeth nip at his hip bone.

“I didn’t fuck him,” You decide to admit as your hands grab at Jake’s hips, keeping him still as you lick the salt from his skin. Jake looks down at you, unreadable. You graze your bite gently at the exposed skin above his waistband. “I might, though.”

You lift your gaze, looking at him through your lashes, pressing an almost romantic kiss against his stomach. Jake can’t hold it back anymore, letting his lips quirk up amusedly. You’re a trip.

“Free country.” Jake replies, cupping his palm over your breast and trailing his thumb in a circle around your nipple. You intoxicate yourself on all the eye contact that he’ll give you as he pinches the sensitive bud between his index and thumb, almost enough for it to be mean. “Now stand up and turn around.”

You smile up at him. Jake knows he just picked the correct answer. He gets you like that. Standing up, you turn around and unbutton your pants. Jake grabs the material and tugs it swiftly down your legs, leaving you in just a plain black pair of underwear in front of him.

His hand dips between your legs, index and middle pressing the fabric into your cunt and feeling your excitement soak through it.

“Bend over.”

You do as he says, pressing your ass into his crotch and wriggling your hips, feeling the tent in his boxers grind perfectly against your core.

He palms over the curve of your ass and grabs at your underwear, pushing it down your legs. You jolt softly as you feel his mouth between your legs. Kissing softly at your folds, your thighs. You shiver, afternoon sun still warming your skin, as his tongue maps the way from your hole to your clit.

It’s more for himself than for your benefit, you know that. Just allowing himself a taste of you rather than bothering to get you off with his tongue. Annoyingly, it only spurs you on more to know that he’s arrogant enough that he’s so confident that he can make you cum that he doesn’t even bother.

Teasing him by telling him you’re going to fuck his — whatever Rooster is — friend, maybe, it doesn’t warrant the best that he can give you. No, he already knows that you’ll take whatever he gives you.

You flinch as he spits harshly between your legs and stands up.

“Fuck.” You breathe out as he spins you back around to face him. He didn’t get to see your face last time. Pushed back so that you’re half-sitting on the boxes, you lips part as he guides the tip of his cock between your legs. He gathers his spit and your excitement over his swollen head, and presses into you at once. “O-Oh — fuck.”

You whine at the stretch, leaning back on your palms. You part your legs further and hook them around his hips. Jake catches hold of your jaw, angling it to face him, exhaling slowly.

His green eyes study you, hips rocking just slowly. It’s intimate, affectionate — and all too fucking much for the middle of the day in an out of use airplane hangar.

“Jake — christ, this isn’t our wedding night, you don’t have to be so gentle.”

His lips quirk softly at the idea. Trailing his thumb gently along your cheek, then swiping it across your bottom lip. Slow, intimate. Not what this is supposed to be. You gasp as he drives sharply into you, his nose scrunching just slightly as your walls flex around him.

“You know a lot about wedding nights, sweetheart?” His fingers curl tighter around your jaw as he tips your chin back so that you’re looking at him.

Your heart stops. Jake doesn’t, fucking into you, uniformed and rough enough to drive a breathless grunt from your lips. Blinking up at him, your brows furrowed just slightly and he knows he has hit the nail on the head. It was a shot in the dark, but Jake has always known how to ruffle feathers, and he just did it. So successfully, too. You stare at him, pupils blown wide.

There isn’t a ring on your finger now, and there’s no jilted husband looking to murder Jake, that’s all that matters in his eyes.

Jake squeezes your jaw and kisses you hard, nipping at the tip of your tongue. He’s quick in tearing you back out of the state of shock that he had just knocked you into. It should worry you, that your husband’s face doesn’t even cross your mind. You barely think of Michael — still too shocked that Jake could’ve said that — too caught up in how good it feels for Jake to be touching you.

“Gone awfully quiet, sweetheart.” Jake reminds you, tipping your chin back so that he can look you in the eye. God, he’s even more intoxicating up close. You narrow your eyes at him and grab the back of his neck.

“Shut your mouth.” You demand, pressing your heel into the small of his back and leaning back on your palm with your free hand, arching your chest upwards. “Or put it to good use, fuck.”

Jake chuckles, lowering his head to kiss at your tits. He nips at the skin, eyes on you like it’s a threat that he might mark your skin. You’ll get your own back, you’re good at this game too, it’s just the last thing on your mind when your orgasm is winding tight in your stomach. Tension, growing tighter and tighter. Jake’s tongue flicking over your sensitive nipple, his thumb working rough but uniformed circles on your clit and his cock, hitting you at exactly the right angle.

You’re both silent as you dress yourselves again, tugging your shirt back into place while he buckles his belt.

“So, are you gonna have another sleepover with your boyfriend tonight?” Jake asks you, his voice teetering on the meaner side of playful. You look at him over your shoulder and nod slowly, giving him a calm mhm in response. Jake chuckles dryly, then nods as he starts to walk towards you. “Tell Bradshaw I said hi, alright, honey?”

He kisses your jaw, then turns back to the work that he was doing.

As promised, Rooster collects you from the room that you’re forced into sharing just after sundown. He has the night off and so do you. So do most of the volunteers. You’ve noticed that, since the quarantine, the only people out after dark seem to be the senior staff.

That’s a question for another time. As you’re settled down onto Rooster’s couch, in your actual pyjamas this time, playing a low stakes game of blackjack, you’ve got a much more prevalent question on your mind.

“So, what was up with Mrs. Hewitt? — Was she bit?” You’ve already got your theories, but you can trust Rooster to provide you with the truth more than anyone else. He glances up at you, honey-coloured eyes even warmer under the amber glow of his lamp.

“Mm, I shouldn’t be telling you.” He gives a soft shake of his head and glances back towards the cards. You’re sitting with a king, and an unturned card. He looks towards you, “Are you gonna hit?”

You glance towards your cards, then back to him, then nod. “Yeah. I’ll hit.”

Rooster sets the card down, facing up. A six. He looks towards you, serious as he flips over his other card at the same time as you turn yours. He’s got a twelve. After you’re hit, you’re sitting pretty with a twenty-one.

“I can keep a secret.” You tell him calmly, knees tucked up to your chest as the two of you sit at opposite sides of the couch. He nods.

“She wasn’t bit, she was just infected,” Rooster explains calmly. He figures that there’s no harm in you knowing. Everyone will know eventually, whether they’re told or if they figure it out on their own. “She just died, then turned.”

You stretch your legs out a little towards him, not shocked. It’s exactly what you already thought. You still remember your neighbour picking himself up off of the floor now, turning towards you, every blood vessel in both of his eyes popped to make them an especially sinister red, snarling lowly at you.

“What? — You’ve seen this before?” Rooster catches on, the cards forgotten as he rests his arm against the back of the couch. You swallow softly, then nod.

“I mean… I thought that he must’ve been bit, or scratched, and I just hadn’t seen it, but — he was like ninety. I think he just died. He lived across the hall from me, and I went to check on him that first night.” That’s a lie. Just a small one. It had been your idea to go and check on him, but it hadn’t been you who had used the spare key to get into his apartment. You shiver at the thought.

Bradley studies your face, watching it change into something different. Something more vulnerable than you’ve ever let him see before. He knits his brows together slightly and reaches out for you, resting his hand against your forearm.

“Can… could we go to sleep? — It’s been a long day.” You ask him. You both hear it, that small tremble at the end. Neither one of you mentions it. He nods his head quickly and sets the cards down on the end table. You silently brush your teeth in his bathroom, glancing up at each other periodically. Then, you both settle down into his bed.

Side by side, not touching, just staring at the ceiling.

You close your eyes and you see your neighbour again, bloodshot eyes, snarling. When you open them, there’s nothing but white paint. Closing them once more, you see Michael. Laying on that kitchen floor with his throat torn open, choking.

“G’night.” Rooster whispers to you. You swallow, nodding softly as you turn onto your side, facing the wall and echo the word back to him.

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b7ngt4n · 4 months

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The Last Remaining | Part 02

-> South Korea was left abandoned after a 'zombie' virus sweeps the nation. Left to save themselves, Y/N and a group of seven men, who she's found safety in, rely on each other to stay alive as they travel to the south side of the country on the hunt for a rumoured 'z-free' haven. But nothing is ever easy. Especially when they find it's not only just zombies they need to watch their backs for.

-> A female reader x BTS zombie apocalypse AU

-> Genre: Post-apocalyptic, action

-> Warnings for Part 2: Violence, swearing, kidnapping, men 😟 (that aren't bts 😍)

-> Word count: 2,465 words

-> Interactions are greatly appreciated xoxo 💖

Part 02: The Kidnapping 🧟

You woke up to a killer migraine, groaning as you came back to your senses. Only to realise you were in the backseat of a car.

Had the apocalypse only been a long dream? Were you back in reality?

Your short-lived hopes were destroyed when you realised your hands were bound behind you and your feet were tied together.

"Fuck," you cursed but it comes out inaudible. You realised there was tape on your mouth, sealing your lips together. 'Fuck' you think.

You sat up but your head spinning made you dizzy and your vision blurry. Black dots painted your eyes before they cleared a few seconds later.

"She's awake," you heard a man's voice say. That's when you noticed two men sitting in the front seats.

"Just leave her, she's tied up anyways," you recognised that voice belonging to be the man who saved you from that zombie. Right before you blacked out. You obviously could put two and two together considering the situation. You have been kidnapped.

You looking around at your surroundings. You were in a car, a speeding car. The middle-aged man was driving while the younger one sat in the passenger. You were on the highway, driving south from Seoul and into the neighbouring cities. There weren't many cars, only some abandoned but luckily not blocking the road. A few zombies were attracted to the noise made from the car engine but were too slow to chase. He was travelling fast. Too fast that you wish you had a seatbelt on before you go flying out the car.

You tried to say 'hey' but it obviously came out muffled. They don't pay attention. You tried screaming, and though it comes out as muffled, it is loud and a pain to their ears. The younger one blocks his ears while the older one glanced back at you.

"Shut the fuck up," he barked at you rudely. You once thought he was your saviour. You can't believe the situation you're in now. Never once in the apocalyptic world would you have thought you'd be kidnapped.

You rolled your eyes and frowned. You bought your knees up to your stomach and kicked at the older man's chair as hard as you could. Not once, not twice, but many times until he turned around to grip at your leg.

You yelped behind the tape. Not only because his hand was squeezing your leg so tight that it hurt but because he wasn't watching the road and the car swerved around violently. The man couldn't give two shits though. The younger man took over the wheel for him in the meantime as the man glared at you with burning rage in his eyes.

"I'll make you fucking regret that shit, so stop while I'm asking nicely," he spat through gritted teeth. You only return the bitchy glare. He throws your leg away, leaving a red mark on your skin. 'Fucking crazy bitch' you thought.

You made noises behind your tape to get their attention, but when it didn't work, you kicked the younger one's chair. Multiple times before he finally turned around with an unamused and annoyed expression.

"What," is all he says.

You motioned to your lips, hinting for him to take the tape off. He sighed, glancing at the older male who only nodded. The younger one reached to your mouth and yanked the tape off.

"Ah!" You winced in pain, which the younger one didn't seem to care and most likely did it on purpose, "fuck, couldn't you have done that any gentler?"

"You're fucking annoying," he replied. Well. At least you got a reply.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as your anger boiled inside you, "your the ones who kidnapped me! Does it look like I want to be here?"

"I want to put the tape back on," the younger one groaned, sinking into his seat and covering his ears.

"No let her speak. I want to hear that pretty voice," the older man spoke, his voice a tad bit whiny and strained.

You nearly threw up on the spot, "the fuck did you say, pervert?"

You watched his eyes move from the road to you, staring at you with hidden motives and shameless sins. A chuckle roared from his throat, “I like you sweetheart. You can be annoying but you’re feisty and beautiful, my ideal type.”

You cringed, instantly shutting up. You sank into your seat, feeling disgusting and disturbed. That’s when you knew you had to get away as soon as you could. You didn’t appreciate the unwanted attention and you disliked all the negative signs these men were giving you. Your future with them was not looking so bright. It’s great to know men never fucking change, even among an apocalypse.

You remained quiet the rest of the trip. You passed the time by planning your escape plan. You do not see any resources apart from your bag on the floor. You know the eldest one owns a knife, the youngest probably has something of his own too. So you know they’re armed. But so are you. If they hadn’t gone through your bag, your taser would still be in there. It’s likely the pocket knife in your bra is still there too. The only problem was that your hands and feet are tied. If you managed to get free or slip away, you might have the chance to take your stuff and leave. But you’re not sure how willing this man might be to have you leave without putting up a fight.

You switched off the main highway at Yangjae and changed again to enter Seonam-dong. You weren’t sure if it was a good idea to drive a car into a neighbourhood where zombies could hear and come running but it obviously doesn’t scare them.

“Go to Gwacheon. They were one of the few towns evacuated,” the younger one suggested to the older one. The older one seemed to be like that idea.

“Have you ever been to Gwacheon before, sweetheart?” the older one asked in teasing way. His curious eyes watch you through the rear view mirror. He stared at you more frequently than he did at the road, making you visibly uncomfortable. You felt physically ill hearing that corny nickname come out his mouth.

“Don’t call me that," you grumbled under your breath.

He ignored your comment, turning to the younger one instead, "find me a motel, Gihoon. A pretty one for the pretty lady in the back." He glanced at you through the mirror with an evil smile on his lips. If your hands were free, you'd be pointing the middle finger at him.

Gwacheon was a ghost town.

Nobody was here. Alive nor undead. It's like the town was abandoned before anyone could turn zombie. Gihoon (if you remembered his name correctly) was right. It did seem like the town was evacuated before the virus could wreck its havoc.

Most of the town was still intact. Supermarkets were still full of stock, cars were still parked neatly to the sides, and the streets weren't filled with guts and blood like Seoul was. This was a hidden haven among the apocalypse.

The older man, whom you still don't know the name of, pulled up roughly into a random gas station.

"Take the bag and fill it," he commanded Gihoon, handing him a duffel bag while referring to the yet-to-be-looted convenience store that accompanied the station. You took note of the slight glimpse you got of the crowbar in Gihoon's hand.

"You sit tight," the older one demanded at you as he got out to refill the car's tank. You rolled your eyes. Like there was anything else you could do.

His beady eyes watched you closely, noting down your every move. It was not safe for you to try anything physical. You glanced into the store, Gihoon was still inside, you could see him hastily weaving between aisles. That's when you had an idea. If you couldn't overpower them, maybe you could persuade them in a way.

"Hey!" you called for the older man. He was there in a second, leaning into your open window. He had a smug look on his face that made you cringe.

"I need to pee" you tell him. He only laughed coldly.

"Don't pull that bullshit on me" He scoffed, already retracting back. Just then, you heard the crunch of glass and Gihoon's returning footsteps. You knew you were about to move again. This was your only chance for who knows how long it'll be.

"Please," you begged, forcing a slight pout on your lips, which the older man enjoyed to see, fucking creep, "I drank a lot of water at the store," you whined, too dramatic for your liking but done with enough effort that you had hope he would crack.

He pondered for a bit, before finally giving in to your request. You had to physically restrict yourself from leaping for joy. He cut the cable ties that restricted your feet together.

"Take her," he pushed you towards Gihoon. You huffed as he dragged you forcefully inside the store.

"I know you don't like me Giheon-" you spoke up before being rudely interrupted.

"It's Gihoon," he corrected you.

"Giheon, Gihoon, same thing," you rolled your eyes, "y'know I don't like you too. And I'm sure you would love it if I left, and I would be happy to do that, if you just-"

He opened the bathroom door and pushed you inside, slamming the door in your face before you could finish. Rude bitch.

Now you didn't actually need to go pee. But you spotted a window above the toilet. A tight squeeze but you could make it work.

Just your luck, the broken ceramic sink looked just sharp enough to be able to cut through the cable tie. You moved quick, squatting into an awkward position just as loud knocks banged on your door.

"Kang says to hurry it up," you heard Gihoon's voice from behind the door.

"Yeah, hold on! I'm taking a shit!" you yelled back, shamelessly lying through your teeth.

In that moment, you heard something snap and your wrists fall free. You quickly ran up to the window, standing on the toilet seat to reach as you quietly pushed it open. It was just the back of the store. Gravel and dumpsters, nothing special, but no sign of Kang or Gihoon.

You pushed yourself through the window, suffering a hard fall onto the ground. You tried your best to ignore the pain as you started to get up. But a tall, bulky man had you stop in your tracks.

"Going somewhere, sweetheart?" Kang asked with the same teasingly eerie smile from when he knocked you out.

"Fuck," you groaned, still in pain from the fall. You turned around to see Gihoon had arrived to join the party just in time. You were trapped between the two, and the window was too high to jump back through.

Before your kidnappers could even move closer to you, you saw Kang collapse onto the ground just in time. Behind him revealed a strong, tall but younger man. Seemingly looking like he's in his 20s just like you. You saw from the corner of your eye Gihoon getting knocked out too, dropping to the ground. Behind him was a slim man not as muscular-looking as the other guy and looking like he's in his mid to late 20s. Shit, you groaned in your head. They were armed. You noticed the slim man held a wooden plank in his hand and the muscular one held a large rock in his. You snuck a hand into your bra to feel for your pocket knife, securing it in your hand and pointing it at the first person you saw when you turned around, the muscular one.

"Get the fuck away from me!" you yelled, pointing the blunt-ish knife at them in an effort to scare them off. The muscular one had bent down to you, but leaned back when you swung your knife at him. The slim one was slightly alarmed but kept his cool. They frowned, dropping their weapons as they held their hands up.

"Hey, it's alright, we're not going to hurt you, we just saved you," the muscular one assured you, but you were still wary of their intentions.

"Those guys also saved me, but then they kidnapped me," you snapped back, motioning to the two men lying unconscious on the ground, "how do I know you won't do the same thing to me?"

"Because we just want to make sure you're okay," he replied calmly, reaching out to you. You pointed the knife at him but he reassured you he won't hurt you. You felt his hand cup your cheek and before you could protest against this, you felt your cheek sting.

"Ah!" you winced as he rubbed his thumb against your skin. You didn't know how to feel about a random stranger literally caressing your face, but you felt strangely comforted enough to not stop him.

"You've been cut," he whispered. His big brown eyes stared at your cheek with worry. He's the first person who's shown care toward you since the apocalypse. In a way it healed the person who suffered alone in her apartment for a month.

"Jimin," he held out his hand to the slimmer guy, who stood slightly off to the side. He understood immediately, sliding the backpack sitting on his shoulder and handing it to him. He searched through the bag, you couldn't see what was in there but held the knife against him just in case.

"Do you mind?" he asked, showing you the antibiotic ointment and a box of bandages he got. Something about his eyes intrigued you. The way he stared at you made you feel comforted and safe. Your gut told you his eyes were genuine, that he meant what he was saying, that all he wanted to do was help you. That his eyes spoke louder than words. You trusted him for some reason. Not that you thought that, but just felt it. You don't know who he is and you are cautious of him. But you felt safe enough around him.

You hesitated at first, lost for words, but just simply shook your head. He worked quickly: squeezing out the ointment onto your wound, but not before warning you of its sting, then covering it with a band-aid.

"So, what's your name?" he questioned, glancing at you curiously as he tidied your wound up.

"Y/N," you answered, "and you?"

He smiled. A warm crescent smile. Not like Kang's sinister smile. But a sincere one. One that made you feel at ease.

"Jungkook."

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honey-minded-hivemind · 8 months

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Looks like we're doing the 💕LoveBug!AU!

Okay! First off, the 💕LoveBug!AU! is something I've had in the works for about... I think three to four years? I had the idea when I wanted to find a new virus/disease/drug/power that kinda turned the platonic yans all cuddly and bit more possessive. Think of it this way: they were already a bit protective and loving, but with this, they act very huggy, overprotective, and bby-obsessed. It's like if they were given a drug, mixed with an animalistic/instinctive urge to care for and guard their kids/students/family...

A scenario I have in mind is for the reader to have been gone for awhile, possibly out of town, only to return to the Avengers compound or Xavier Institute to find it seemingly abandoned and quiet... they feel creeped out, as they walk the halls of their former home, wondering where their team and friends are... and eventually, they do stumble upon someone.

This first platonic yandere could be anyone from the Avengers or X-Men, depending on which team you are imagining for this scenario. But no matter who it is, the reader is thrilled to see someone after finding no one. And the platonic yan is glad to see them too, asking how they are, and if they're okay... the reader asks if they are okay, only for the platonic yan to let them know they're fine. This leads to the reader asking where the others are, and the platonic yan telling them the others are just fine, they're sleeping, no need to worry. They offer to get the reader something to drink, and the reader accepts, sitting down and wondering if they are just imaging things... But then the platonic yan comes back, with something for the reader, yet once the reader drinks it, they feel... woozy... they try to stand up, to say something, only to be pushed back down by the platonic yandere, who explains they need to get some rest, that they missed their kid, and they can sleep in the group nest where the others are...

When the reader wakes up, they feel warm and cozy... and realize they are surrounded by the sleeping forms of some of their friends, namely the ones who are closer to their age... they get up, leaving the room, and start looking for a way out of the mansion/compound... then they hear a commotion, only to find out some of the adult/older platonic yans (namely the group doctor/scientist, possibly team strong guy/gal, and whoever else you want), are looking for them... cue the reader making a run for it, hoping their mutation/power/abilities don't fail them now... and as they run, one of the platonic yans gives chase... and the reader reaches a lobby/front room, almost near the exit... only to have the platonic yan catch them, pinning them against them in a tight, confining embrace...

The platonic yan asks where they were going, an edge to their voice. The reader doesn't answer, only asking what's wrong with them, what happened to the others, what's going on. The platonic yan sighs, hugging them even closer, and says the others took their medicine, and they'll feel a lot better when they wake up... and then the reader feels a sharp prick, and realizes the platonic yan just drugged them...

The platonic yandere shushes the reader, even as the reader claws desperately to escape them... and the reader can feel themselves weakening, their muscles relaxing and their thoughts growing fuzzier and softer by the minute... they feel the platonic yan scoop them up, tucking them against their chest as they carry them to the lab/med bay, a rumbling purr escaping them... the platonic yan tells them they'll be okay, that their friend has something to soothe them, and that the group, their pack, their team, their family, won't leave them out of it... it might sting a little, but they promise, the group will guard them as they rest, along with the other young ones, and that when they wake up, they will be taken care of. Just rest a bit... they'll take good care of their pup...

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #platonic yandere x reader #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere #yandere x-men #yandere avengers #platonic yandere marvel x reader #💕LoveBug!AU

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thedepthsoffandomminds · 2 months

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Maze runner the scotch trials- chapter twelve -

Previously chapter.

Masterlist

Newt kept you tight against his chest the whole helicopter ride, Minho clutching to your hand. He had just killed a friend and you knew he needed your comfort as well. A part of you wanted to never forgive him and a part that wanted to cry for him.

The helicopter landed and you all started piling out. It took four men to carry the crate that Mai Mai had been slung into.

There was a growling scratch from the hills and the soldiers started firing.

“Cranks, we got cranks!” You hear someone shouting and you're ushered along with the others inside the towering building. Inside soldiers were rushing about, some doing their duties and others helping to defend outside. It was the biggest room and largest number of adults you could remember seeing. You clutched to Newt's side.

You're shown to a room that had a table filled with food and were told to wait there. You all ate until you felt sick and it was good.

“Nothing like my stew.” Frypan remarked. You all giggled. The door opened and a thin man with stubble on his face walked in

“You kids doing all right? Sorry about all the fuss. We had ourselves a bit of a swarm.” He said.

“Who are you?” Thomas asked.

“I'm the reason you're all still alive. It's my intention to keep you that way. Now, come with me. We'll get you kids squared away.” He leads you through the halls and corridors,

“You can call me Mr. Janson. I run this place.

For us it is a sanctuary, safe from the horrors of the outside world. You all should think of it

as a way station. Kind of a home between homes. Watch yourselves.”

“That mean you're taking us home?” Thomas tries to keep up with him.

“A home of sorts. Sadly, there wouldn't be much left of wherever you came from. But we do have a place for you. A refuge, outside the Scorch, where WICKED will never find you again. How does that sound?” He grins over his shoulder.

“Why are you helping us?”

“Let's just say the world out there is in a rather precarious situation. We're all hanging on by a very thin thread. The fact that you kids can survive the Flare virus… makes you the best chance of humanity's continued survival. Unfortunately, it also makes you a target, as no doubt by now you've noticed.

Beyond this door lies the beginning of your new lives. First things first…” he uses an ID badge to open a door into a long corridor, “let's do something about that smell.” He grins and shows you all.into the shower room. It's one big room with around twenty shower cubicles. At one end is a long bench with several piles of clothes and towels on top. Each one with a name written on a slip of paper. You grabbed the one with your name on and placed it on a wooden chair beside the cubicle you had chosen. A woman in a blue uniform tells you to drop all your dirty clothing outside the showers. It felt strange to strip yourself in this foreign place but the water was warm and soothed your aching bones. You watch as Gally's blood washes from your hands and you use the provided cloth to scrub at your body. You realise now that you had several cuts and bruises on your body that stung with the soap. You hissed at the pain.

“You okay?” You hear Newt ask from the cubicle next door.

“Yeah, I'm okay.” You call back. You turn off the shower and use the towel to dry yourself before bringing the clothes in to dress yourself. The clean underwear feels good after wearing the same three pairs for the last three years. You pulled the soft cotton t-shirt over your head along with a pair of cargo pants. The fresh socks felt wonderful on your feet as you slid them into new black boots. Newt came over to you drops of water still dripping from his blonde hair.

“You ready?” He asks you and you add a dark blue hoody to your outfit. You follow Newt out to the next room where doctors were taking Minho and Teresa through some tests. They did it with you too. You would go between each station and they would test your stamina, your strength, your health. One nurse took seven miles of blood from you.

You see a woman walk over to Teresa who was sitting on a bed and pull the curtains across. ‘that's weird’ you think to yourself. The nurse clicked her fingers in front of your face.

“We'll need a urine sample.” She repeats

“What? Why?” You ask.

“To make sure you aren't pregnant.”

“Whoa what the hell? Of course I'm not!” You gawk at the question. Though you supposed it made sense you had been trapped in a maze with thirty six teenage boys.

When the tests are finally done you, Newt, Minho, Frypan and Winston are led into a large mess hall. There were easily another hundred kids in there. Your group go to the counter. You weren't hungry after the table of food from earlier so you just took a drink and some biscuits. The boys fill up their plates however.

“Where do you think they've taken Thomas and Teresa?” Winston asks as you all sit at a table.

“I don't know, but I don't trust it.” You sigh.

“What do you mean?” Minho asked.

“I don't trust her.” You admit.

“Three years you waited for another girl and now you're jealous?” Frypan laughed. You kicked his shin under the table playfully.

“I'm not Jealous I just…I dunno, it's a feeling.” you shrug again.

Two boys come over and sit down at your table.

“Hi Newbies.” The larger of the two said with a wide grin.

A man walked over to you with a clipboard in his hand.

“Y/n, the doctors have asked to see you.” he says stoically. You glance quickly at the other boys as you stand up.

“Don't worry, I'm sure you won't be long.” The man smiles. You follow him out of the mess hall and down a corridor to a small room that has only two chairs and table in it.

“Please sit down, they'll be with you in a moment.” The man says before shutting the door. A few agonising minutes passed until a woman in a white lab coat stepped in. She had a pile of papers in her hands, that she shuffled through.

“Nothing to worry about, y/n. I just have a few things to go over with you.” She sat down across from you.

“Okay so firstly your results came back and you are not pregnant.” She laughed.

You raise your eyebrows and nod, “oh yeah, I mean I was worried.” you replied sarcastically.

“Okay, are you aware of your blood status? You have an extremely high count of the enzyme that W.C.K.D look for. One of the highest we've seen in fact.”

“Okay, and what does that mean?” You ask, feeling even more suspicious.

“Well, only that we are surprised you were put into the trials. Normally they wouldn't put you in…from what we've seen at least.” She appears to correct her language.

“We wanted to give you an opportunity. Your memories back.” She says.

“Just me? Did you offer anyone else theirs back?”

“We taking it slowly. Your friend Teresa has already agreed.” She gave you a smile that you think must work.to persuade other people. You make it look like your considering the concept.

“It's a fairly new procedure you see, we haven't tested it on many of you yet.” There is a little panic in her voice. “Um, if it's okay I'd like to wait till you've tested it a bit more. I don't want to risk losing my current memories.” you shake your head and get up from the table, “I can go back to the others now?” You point at the door.

“Yes I suppose.” The doctor stood and opened the door, letting you out, “take her back to the mess hall.” She ordered the guard.

“Oh, is Mai Mai okay? Where is she?” You ask.

“The tiger? Yes I believe she is doing well, down with the other animals I'd say.” She says to you, before turning and walking away. Her words did little to ease your worries. You return to the mess hall just as Jansen starts calling out names.

“Good evening, gentlemen. Ladies. You all know how this works. If you hear your name called, please rise in an orderly fashion, join my colleagues behind me, where they will escort you to the eastern wing. Your new lives are about to begin.

Connor.

Evelyn.

Ev!

Justin.

Peter.

Allison.

Squiggy.

All right. Settle down.

Franklin. And Abigail. Now, now, don't get discouraged. If I could take more, I would. There's always tomorrow. Your time will come. Go on, eat up.” There was a round of applause as the chosen few walked to the doors behind Jansan. The boys all started talking but you ignored them, resting your head on Newt's shoulder, drawing invisible circles on his arm with your fingers. It wasn't until Thomas abruptly stood up and rushed across the room.

“Hey, Teresa? Teresa!” You can see her through the window being guided somehow with the same woman you had just spoken to.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Jansan stopped Thomas with a gentle hand on his chest.

“Where are they taking her?”he asked frantically.

“They just have to run a few more tests. Don't worry, they'll be done with her soon.” He tried to put on his calmest smile.

“Is she okay?”

“She's fine.” he gestured for Thomas to go back to his table and he reluctantly returned to you all.

An hour or so later you are all told to go to bed and one of the guards leads you all down a long corridor.

“Okay boys, this is your room, y/n you'll be bunking down th-”

“No way!” All five boys spoke at once.

“She stays with us.” Newt grabbed you and put you behind him so you were firmly between them all.

“We've got orders lads, don't complicate things.”

“She stays with us.” Newt says again punctuating each word.

“Whatever. Just no funny business.” The guard shakes his head and walks away.

“Thanks guys.” You say as you all walk inside.

“I could get used to this," Newt says, laying back on the soft bed. You laugh and climb on to one of the bunks.

“What do you think those guys want with Teresa?” Thomas asks you all.

“Now, if there's one thing I know about that girl,she can take care of herself.Don't worry about it.” Newt reassures him. You each climb into your beds and get coasy before falling asleep. The real beds with real pillows felt amazing.

You're woken up a few hours later by a noise in the bunk below.

“Hey. Down here.” A voice whispered.

@fandomfan-102 @deanstolemydragon @afalls14universe

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aussiepineapple1st · 11 months

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What is Happening to Me (Part 15)

Leon x F!Reader

Words: 1,673 Contains: Whump, Angst, Death.

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Leon had already scooped you up into his arms, making another 2 of the suppressants. One for if you need it again and another for the BSAA's Lab. Your arms were wrapped around his neck to help hold yourself up in his arms, not wanting to be heavy for him to carry. Leon didn't mind, you were light enough to carry comfortably for a long distance. One of the reasons he made sure he was strong was to carry anyone if need be, especially you.

Making your way back down in the elevator Leon walks down the stairs to ground level and walks you out of the building. Taking you all the way through the town back to the car you had driven here.

"What happened?" The Sargent in charge asked as he followed you to the car.

"We were attacked by the man in the picture. He's dead, L-Pill from what it looked like." Leon explains as he opens the passenger side of the vehicle and places you gently on the seat. He straps you in and closed your door. "I will be sending the BSAA here to collect anything from the labs we found, your men are to stay posted until further orders are given to you." Leon says walking around to the drivers side and hops in. Before closing the door he stops and looks to the Sargent. "You and your men have done well."

With that he closed the door, starts the car and takes off towards the facilities. "Hang on, okay?" Leon says flicking a quick glance at you then resting a hand on your lap. You open your eyes and give him a weak smile, you could still feel the effects of whatever you had been injected with. Your limbs wouldn't move at your will and your chest felt like a child of 5 was sitting on it. "I'll be fine..." You say before you let your eyes close once again.

Hunnigan had contacted the hospital on the BSAA grounds, they probably thought you all couldn't handle yourselves or something. Two admitted within hours of each other? Very unlucky. They were waiting for his arrival, hopping out of the car he races around to unbuckle you and pull your limp body from the car. He didn't know when you had passed out, but you had been out since he asked if you were still with him 3 minutes ago.

He placed you on the stretcher and he gives the description as well as both the syringes he had acquired. Explaining one is for the lab and one if for if they need to use it on her, still not sure what was pulsing through your veins or taken host in your body yet. Standing alone in the hallway now Leon felt his legs finally go weak under him, the adrenaline leaving his body. Making his way towards Chris' room he walks in and flops down on the seat beside Chris' feet. He leans forwards, head in his hands as he rest his elbows on his knees. His friend and lover were in this hospital, far from home. Leon sits there, in the same position for about 10 minutes, it didn't feel like that long. Your form, limp in his arms and screams kept replaying in his minds eye and ears.

"What's wrong with you?" Croaked one Chris Redfield, having been watching Leon beside his feet for probably the passed 30 seconds.

Leon was startled from his thoughts, head lifting up to reveal red, wet eyes. Not realising himself that he had been crying. This however caused a tightness in Chris' chest and looked around the room for you, there was no way Leon would be crying over him. "Where's (Y/N)?" Chris asked. Looking directly at Leon who wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve, leaning back in the chair he was in. Not daring to look at Chris. "Leon.."

"She was injected with some kind of virus or parasite." He explained. Chris just kept his eyes on Leon. "She... Is here now. Hopefully they can help her, but I don't know if they can or even will be able to find a cure in time."

"Don't say that..." Chris didn't want to believe it, but Leon was just preparing himself for the worst.

Silence sat between the two men for a while. Chris still feeling groggy from the after effects of the Plaga being in his system, Leon still going through all the possibilities of what was going to happen to you. Leon did, however, speak up after a while. Filling Chris in on what they had found, that a Plaga had in fact been inside of him, and the possible reasons for the attacks here. The man probably responsible was now dead, wanting to seemingly get revenge on you for destroying everything he had worked for. It seemed stupid, only to kill himself in the end, not knowing whether he had done any harm to you or not.

-----*4 Hours Later*-----

Chris had been taken off the vaccine for the Plaga, his bloods coming back to show he was completely cleared of the parasite. Nurses and doctors had been coming in to get him prepared for air lifting him home to the United States. That way he could heal on familiar ground. Leon was sitting off to the side on a couch along the wall, slouching back his arms were crossed over his chest. Chris was sitting up, watching Leon as his head would bob forwards, then back up as he tried to keep himself awake. Adjusting himself every so often and shaking his foot to try keeping himself awake.

A Doctor walks into the room causing Leon to become alert, thinking he had come in for Chris once again. He started to get comfortable before his name was called rather than Redfield's. Both of them perk up, Leon standing to his feet.

"Mr. Kennedy, could I talk to you outside for a moment?" The Doctor asked, the look in his eyes told Chris and Leon something was wrong.

"No, I want to hear what you have to say. I am close with her as well." Chris piped up, both Leon and the doctor looking to him.

The doctor inhales deeply and crossed his hands in front of his pelvis. "Alright." Looking down to the space between him and Leon he was silent for but a moment before speaking. "We did everything we could."

"No.. You're just.." Leon had a smirk, his head shaking. "You're playing a joke on me.. Right?" Leon lets out a nervous laugh, looking to Chris who had started to sit at the edge of his bed.

"I wish I were, Mr. Kennedy. She succumbed to the internal damage the initial injection had caused."

"I want to see her." Leon demands, he still didn't believe what this man was saying. Chris had made his way to stand beside Leon, a hand being placed on his shoulder, squeezing tight to try and ground the man in denial.

"I'm afraid we can't let you do that. Her body is currently in quarantine."

"I don't care! I want to see her!" Leon wasn't showing physical aggression towards the doctor, he knew he was only doing his job. Chris lowering his head as he placed his other hand on Leon's second shoulder.

"Leon, sit down." Chris starts to guide his friend backwards towards the lounge he was seated in before.

"I can't..!" Leon's words were cut off by a sob jerking his chest. "Oh god.." He flops onto the lounge when he felt it against his calves.

"I've got him. Will we be able to take her body home with us?" Chris asked, a hand rubbing at Leon's upper back as he once again leant forwards on his knees.

"Again, I don't know if that's possible. With her body still not confirmed contagious or not, we wouldn't be allowed to have her body travel with others present."

Chris gives a nod. "Thank you.."

"You will also be allowed to leave any time from now, Mr. Redfield."

Chris just gives another silent nod and the doctor stays for a few seconds longer, then turning and leaving the room to give them both privacy. "Leon?" Chris was gentle with his words, he knew the guilt he must be feeling right now. Chris had also lost so many people he cared about. But never had he lost his love.

Leon's face had flushed of all it's colour, sitting up and back against the couch Chris could now see he was in shock. As if on queue Hunnigan was calling in Leon's left ear. Chris saw his hand go to reach for his ear but let it drop back to his side. Removing the earpiece Chris places it in his own, answering the call.

"Leon! You haven't given me any updates for 4 hours now!" Hunnigan stressed on the other side of the line.

"This is Chris Redfield."

"Chris? Where is Leon and (Y/N)?"

Chris looks to Leon who was still pale, staring off into the distance, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Leon is here beside me. We just received news that (Y/N) died from internal injuries caused by the parasite." There was silence on the other side of the line, then the sound of frantic typing.

"Have either of you confirmed this with your own eyes?" She asked still typing away.

"No. Her body is in quarantine and they won't allow us to see her."

"What? That's not.." She goes silent, thinking for a moment. "Thank you, Chris. Send Leon home as soon as possible."

Chris frowned at this order, he wasn't even given time to grieve before being sent home for briefing. "Copy." Then the line goes dead. Removing the earpiece he placed it in Leon's hand. "She wants you to come home as soon as you can."

Leon only nods. He didn't even hear what Chris had said, his body had just gone into autopilot.

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Daryl Dixon x NB!Reader (afab, plus-size) 🏹 Daryl x Reader x Rick 🛡️

The Cop and the Criminal - Chapter 28

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Summary: Negotiations. Word count: 2.5K This chapter contains: an assertive omega

As soon as Rick parked in front of your house, he was out of the SUV like lightning. Throwing open the backdoor, he reached in and dragged you away from Daryl. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close to his chest, and then he lifted you out of the car, whispering in your ear.

“You’re safe now, Bunny.”

You knew you could walk on your own, but the entire ride you’d wanted Rick next to you, and here he was cradling and comforting you, just like you needed. Your legs wrapped around his waist, he carried you inside and upstairs before finally setting you down.

Your omega now soothed, and with the scents of home and safety all around you, the panic you’d been carrying was now long gone. You studied the tense expressions of the men around you. Ro jumped into action and started flitting around the kitchen then to the living room, peering out the windows and checking all the locks.

Down the stairs, you spied Daryl locking and deadbolting the front door, leaving the “Out of the Office” sign in place, then closing the shades and curtains.

Rick cupped your cheeks and forced you to look at him. “You get to your nest, now,” he commanded, remaining every bit the dominant alpha: muscles tight with tension, eyes alert.

But you didn’t want your nest, not right now. You needed to know everything they weren’t telling you. Even Ro was keeping secrets now, not to mention Daryl, who’d neglected to tell you about this virus and that you were going into heat. How unfair it was that he knew before you did--just another way omegas could be controlled by their alphas.

Yet, your feet moved, carrying you to your nest. In all your time with Daryl and your short time with Rick, control had never been a problem. Daryl was endearingly gentle with you, and even when he did get dominant, it was with your consent, implicit or otherwise. But this was new. The two of them ordering you around, especially Rick, and treating you like a child.

The bed, with its soft blankets and varied pillows beckoned you. Easily your favorite place in the world, it was embedded with Daryl’s scent, with hints of Rick. It was everything that an omega wanted: comfort, safety, pack.

Yet, standing there, your head spun. Why had Rick shot those people? Why had Ro packed his whole life up in a giant backpack? Why were neither one of your alphas going back to work now that you were safely at home?

With renewed determination, you grabbed two items from your nest: your favorite knitted blanket and your Rick-scented wolf stuffie. Rick had used his alpha bark to make you go to your nest, but he hadn’t ordered you to stay .

With your comfort items in hand, you turned around and marched right out of the room. At the threshold of the living room you saw Ro sitting on the floor by the coffee table, his laptop and tablet set out in front of him. Across from Ro, Daryl and Rick were on the couch, their voices hushed as they spoke to each other.

Pointedly ignoring the empty space on the couch between your mates, you sat down in the recliner, covering yourself with your blanket and holding your wolf to your chest. The blanket was light teal, the first one you’d ever knitted, and thus filled with uneven stitches and a few ill-fated attempts at picking up dropped stitches. Yet it was soft, well-worn, and smelled like Daryl.

As you settled in, Daryl got to his feet.

You held up your hand. I want to know what’s going on.”

“Don’t worry, Bunny. We’ll handle it,” Rick said, reaching for you.

You ignored his outstretched hand. “All of you are keeping things from me, and it’s---well, it’s fucked up!” You clutched your comfort items close to your chest. Your eyes welled with frustrated, angry tears. “Out there, I know it seems like I’m…helpless--and maybe I am. But here, I’m not.” You glared at Ro and then Rick and Daryl, who had sat back down. “If you had told me at all what was happening, I never would have left that apartment until we were all together.” You turned to Ro. “And you just talked in riddles all morning. I only did what you said because I trust you.”

Your eyes met Daryl’s. “We don’t keep secrets anymore, do we? You said we’d talk things out from now on. Ever since the hurricane…we promised each other. And--” You were fully crying now, hopelessly angry at all of them, at yourself for breaking down. How you wished you didn’t need them to protect you physically, but you did. It was a fact of life for you and all omegas. But that didn’t mean they had to protect you from reality.

“Out there, I am weak,” you explained. “But knowledge is my greatest tool. So I know what to avoid, so I know how to survive. To function in a world that’s dangerous for me.”

You wiped furiously at your tears, and then a cool, soothing hand touched your bare arm.

“I’m sorry,” Ro said, his light touch forcing you to look up. “I should’ve kept you in the loop from the beginning. From the moment you told me about Rick…”

You nodded. “Yes.” You pulled away from him, wanting to stand and be on your own for this. Needing to prove to yourself that you could.

“We just didn’t want to scare you,” Daryl mumbled, his shoulders tense and his head hanging low.

"I am scared! But I have to know . Whatever is happening has all of you on edge, and you are doing a shitty job of hiding it."

"Omega," Rick said, voice deep and commanding. "It's our job to keep you safe--”

"But it ain't our job to lie to ya," Daryl interrupted, shaking his head.

"Then why--"

"Because we need you to be safe!" Rick exclaimed. "Because if somethin' happened to you--" he stood up and started pacing and running his hands through his hair before finally facing you and dropping to his knees next to your chair. “You don't know what it was like--to feel like I was going to lose you--"

“You think I don’t feel that every time you go to work? Or Daryl goes hunting? But I don’t stop you, do I?”

“But that’s different. We can fight and protect.”

“I can hide, strategize, plan. I’ve spent half my life learning about how omegas live and work throughout history. I know all about how packs deal with threats together. I know how to defend a castle--should the need arise--and most of all I know what I’m capable of.”

Rick slid his hand on your knee. “I’m sorry, Bunny. We all are. But your heat--”

That gave you pause. You hadn’t felt a cramp since getting home. “I…I’m fine now. I don’t feel like nesting, and haven’t had any more cramps.” In fact, you hadn’t thought of your heat since the moment you got home. While you did want to be held and comforted by Rick and Daryl, you weren’t desperate for them.

“Probably just a heat spike,” Ro spoke up. “If you’re a few weeks from being due, and with all that’s happened.” You sighed with relief, and looked down to see Rick gazing at you with softness, replacing the sternness he had moments ago.

“Tell me everything,” you said.

Ro admitted to knowing about the virus weeks ago. It had started in Indonesia, with government cover ups attempting to hide the effects from the public. He used the dark web and conspiracy forums to find the truth.

Rick and Daryl shared what they heard on the police scanner. The city was in shambles, hospitals overrun. The infected cannibals mindlessly attacked others, and those who were bitten became infected, too. Over the past few days, it grew too large to be contained in cordoned off hospital wards.

As the afternoon wore on, Rick was able to get a few texts from Lori; Carl was at home with her and Shane. You wished to see Carl yourself, but he was Lori’s pup not yours. Still, he felt like yours sometimes, and you longed to see his cute smiles and hear him tell you about his dinosaur friends.

Daryl went downstairs and set up some alarm system he’d bought for your first heat. You made everyone a late lunch and watched the local station for updates. Atlanta was setting up shelters, but they advised people to stay away from the city until the spread of the virus could be contained.

As the sun dimmed in the early evening, Ro told everyone that this virus was in all the major cities up and down the eastern half of the United States.

Rick was doing his best to give you space; it seemed Daryl was, too. What you’d said railed against every one of his instincts: they were telling him to hide you away from every danger, physical, emotional, and mental. But that wasn’t fair to you, nor is that what Rick wanted. After all, the fact that you’d navigated the world without a pack showed just how strong you were.

You were on the recliner, settled in with your blanket, wolf, and your knitting project, and all Rick wanted to do was go over there and set you his lap. Carl was never far from his mind, the boy should be here with his pack. But that was a selfish thought; Carl would be no better off here than with Lori and Shane. Hell, Shane probably had a whole damn security system installed.

Jesus was napping on the couch, and Rick decided to take his chances. He crept his way to you. He was in full view, but your eyes were on the TV, where some man in a ballcap talked with Eartha Kitt.

“Hey,” he said.

You jumped, startled, and clutched your knitting before sighing dramatically. “Jesus, Rick.”

Ro mumbled something in his sleep and rolled over.

“What are you making?” he whispered.

“Sweater for Merle,” you replied, holding up the garment. It looked cozy and warm, and was probably soaked in your scent.

“When am I going to get one of those?”

“Never!” you hissed. “The sweater curse. It’s not worth the risk! You and Daryl are never getting sweaters from me, and that’s final!” You squared your jaw, but your eyes were twinkling.

“Sweater curse, huh?”

You tried to hold back your smile. “Whenever a knitter makes a sweater for their significant other, they end up breaking up soon after.”

Rick pretended to pout.

“Besides, I already made your gift.”

Like a five-year-old, Rick wanted his gift right now. He wanted something he could wear or wrap around himself from you. To just have your scent with him no matter where he went.

You slid the stitches back on your needles and dropped the project into a nearby basket.

“I’m tired, but…I don’t know…what if the world falls apart while we’re sleeping?

Rick edged closer to you, and as if you read his mind, you stood up and let him sit down. Then, you crawled into his lap.

“Wish I could tell you it was all going to be fine, but the truth is, I don’t know,” Rick said, running his hand over your head.

You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder. “We need to sleep, I guess. I just…Rick--I miss Carl.”

Rick opened his mouth to give you the speech he’d been giving himself all evening. That Carl was fine, that Lori was a good mom. But all that came out was, “Me, too.”

Across the way, Daryl slipped out of the gun room, rubbing a hand across his brow. He tried to stifle a yawn, but Rick noticed it, all the same.

“I think bedtime is just what we need,” Rick told you. “Think we can convince Daryl?”

You smirked. “Just leave it to me.”

Rick chuckled and kissed your cheek.

You made your way to Daryl, taking his hand in yours and tugging him toward you. In the hallway, you noticed the tension in his brow, his shoulders.

“You need sleep. We all do,” you said, smoothing your hand across his forehead. “If you’re up for it, the three of us could…” You tugged him closer, lower, so you could whisper in his ear. “...you know…take our minds off things for a while.”

Daryl grunted, leaning into you. “Ya sure yer up fer tha’? Ya wan’ us in yer nest after all tha’ trouble we gave ya?”

“Of course, Alpha,” you told him, sensing his unease. “We talked it all out and we’re good now, aren’t we?”

Daryl brought his thumb to his mouth and chewed on the nail. “I s’pose so. I mean--if yer okay.”

You wrapped your arms around him and through your bond tried to show how much you wanted him. He growled and then started leading you to your nest.

Rick was not far behind, and he closed and locked the door behind him.

“You’re in charge, Bunny,” Rick said, his dominant gaze trained on you. You held his eyes as Daryl moved behind you, pulling you against him, so you felt his hard length. He kissed your mark, and you moaned, suddenly putty in his arms.

“Ya heard ‘im, Bubbie. Tell us whatcha want.”

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Confluent conditions

Wrote this one for @prinzevyn

Thump.

Ahriman’s cane thumps the ground once more. Behind him, were carved wooden shutters, allowing daylight to seep through the gaps. It kisses the polished marble flooring, dancing like ribbons of gold. Day had blended into night, following the crescent hanging from the sky melting into the deep blush of dawn once more.

You haven’t opened your mouth once after getting captured. A supposedly easy mission in EARTH-505F turned sour soon when the villain decided to secure an alliance with a group of freelance assassins; and now, you were hostage. Or that’s what they think. The pen drive virus you stuck on their operation base goes unnoticed still.

A rivulet of blood dares slide down your brow to block half your vision. Your hands burn where they’ve managed to bind you with ropes, but a steady buzz hidden in your right shoe reassures you. The signal for backup went through.

“I will ask only once, fräulein, where are your superiors?” Your tormentor croons, his steady grip on your chin tightening to a painful pressure. You grit your teeth, refusing to allow pain to show on your face.

The resounding explosion is a melody to your ears. The thunderous bangs are a ballad to your weary ears, a mellifluous tune.

Ahriman startles, leaping away from you— a gun already in his arm. He yells down the corridor, “Impossible. Men! What seems to be the problem!”

There is no verbal reply, but a man clad entirely in black smashes through the mahogany door, landing heavily on Ahriman. A blue-fitted fist follows, revealing a muscular looming figure that is akin to a cavernous being, broad shoulders cutting into a leanly muscled frame.

“There,” Your voice is dry, cracking from lack of use. “That’s my superior.”

The last thing Ahriman sees is Spider-Man 2099 in a tight spandex suit before he’s punched to a few centuries in the past.

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“How many times,” Miguel O’Hara’s voice is barely above a hiss, anger tightening his brows and rage coating his words as he expresses his displeasure. “This is the third hostage situation this month.” He angrily dabs the cloth in tincture, yet his movements are gentle when they settle above the light flesh wound in your brow; already halfway healed.

“I wasn’t involved in the first two. This one was required.” You point out, amused at his reactions. “We got the information we needed. I admit I didn’t anticipate the ground attack, but we managed to get more information and track down Ahriman’s base. I consider that a win.”

“Besides,” You continue, stretching yourself like a cat once he was done with his ministrations. “I wasn’t even in real trouble, I could’ve gotten out of those bonds anytime. Besides, I needed the money. How else do you think I will fund my Amazon wishlist?”

“Money?” His fangs peek out from under the cusp of his lips, you can’t prevent your eyes from darting to them. “You’re risking your life for money?”

“My Amazon cart.” You correct him, pulling up your phone and scrolling through the app. There’s a frightening amount of items. “I’m a bit of an obsessive window shopper.”

“Clearly” He snorts, grabbing the phone from your hand and restraining your face with the other as you windmill against his powerful arms to get it back. His muscles flex deliciously as he leans away from you. In the black tight figure-hugging shirt, there was no excuse for your wandering eyes. You were simply admiring his powerful physique, that’s all. “—see what you’ve got in here—“ His biceps ripple, shirt barely restraining his powerful arms as he held you back without an ounce of his spider strength, “—a lot in here huh—“, your eyes fixate on his strong jaw, a bead of sweat making its way down his throat into his shirt and—

“—Hello?”

“Oh,” You snap out of the trance and go bright red. Your voice is shaky and flustered. “Sorry, were you telling me something?”

“You’re out of it.” He observed, a pinch of scorn in his tone “And yet you claim you’re perfectly fine.”

You were not out of it because of the injury but rather because of him. Obviously, you couldn’t tell him that.

“Yeah, I guess.” You clear your throat. “I’m going to shower now.”

“All right,” Miguel shrugged and made himself more comfortable on your couch and stretched, his shirt riding up revealing a toned, muscled lower body.

Make that a cold shower.

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A grunt leaves your lips as the target kicks your stomach, sending you flying across the garden. You catch yourself at the last second, leg panning out mid-manoeuvre for balance, and using the momentum to spin around in a smooth arc, you launch at him with an accelerated motion. Your aim lies true and with a single hit, the target goes down like a rock.

A second later, you go down on one knee too, the leg too damaged to support your weight. A filthy curse leaves your lips.

Another mission gone wrong: the target had bombed a building full of civilians in a desperate last attempt to get away. You’d broken your leg, skidding past to save a little girl from being crushed to death. It had been worth it at that moment, for the admiration and the gratitude that the girl had shining in her eyes— after all, part of why you got into this job was to save people— but now? Not so much.

All this for a goddamned Amazon wishlist. A fancy astrolabe would soon lie on your desk with the money you get for this mission. Whoever said money doesn’t buy you happiness was dead wrong. Deliriously, you wondered where you went so wrong as to put the list above your life.

The once beautiful garden, leaden with throes of roses and yellow marigolds now lay torn and jagged with a trench dug out where the target had crashed unceremoniously.

You felt your vision spin. Your arms felt like iron weights and your head was cottony. Maybe a nap wouldn’t hurt?

You took a step and your vision blacked out, carrying you in the sweet embrace to the divine deep dark.

A nap it is.

It was night when you came to, and you were blessed with a vision of a god.

Or it felt like a god.

There he stood, Miguel O’Hara, between the gardens in the trench, between slews of roses that blush prettily in shades of red. A moonlit night sighs from the lashes of thin clouds, and the stars twinkle shyly amongst heavy clouds, counting the seconds following the path of the silver moon melting into the golden of the sun.

Under the trepid silver moonlight, the man was a vision. Skin glowing ethereally under the floaty moonlight, so like the smooth, red-brown ochre of the most beautiful palaeolithic murals, richened to perfection by the sun. He was a sight for sore eyes.

And then he turns to you, and the relief you felt at seeing him extinguished into guilt and a bit of fear.

His eyes are murderous. He has one hand roughly restraining the target with almost no effort as he focuses entirely on you. He doesn’t break the eye-contact as he crushes the hand of the man when an attempted punch fails to land. The target screams in pain. Miguel throws him down and shoots a tranquilliser in the same motion.

Oh. You realise. The target was awake and probably would’ve killed you if he hadn’t arrived. You’ve fucked up.

Your head still spins. Vaguely you register him calling Lyla for a retrieval. You feel Miguel’s footsteps nearing you but you don’t register it until he sweeps you into his arms, carrying you bridal style. His veins are sinewy against tanned flesh, forearms taut beside your softer ones. He leans closer, enough for you to feel his lips at your earlobe. “We’re talking about the missions you take when we get back.”

Stunned to speechlessness by the hot breath ghosting across your ears and the tight hold in your body, you can do little more than nod rapidly.

He doesn’t let you down until you get back to base and you’re so used to the warmth and tightness of his arms that you find yourself left wanting more when he finally lets you down.

All through the doctor’s checkup you’re out of it. But once again, it wasn’t because of the target but rather due to Miguel. The feel of his arms around yours, lifting you up like you weighed nothing more than a feather, clutching you close as he swung you to safety. His hot breath ghosting across your neck when he jumped, the sight of the one lone strand of hair threading bashfully across his cheek, Oh what you would give to replace that strand of hair with your lips—

You gulp. You may have a problem on your hands.

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The door tears off its hinges— unfortunately on the way of a certain Spiderman’s warpath, what a waste of wood— and Miguel O’Hara storms into your room in the middle of his rampage. Briefly, you notice a panicked intern reach inside— possibly to try to appease Miguel’s wrath— but he slams the torn door back into its place and it cracks into the wall, embedding itself deeply.

You breathed low, “Did you really have to do all that? Excessively dramatic.”

“What is the meaning of this?” His voice slices the air, baritone richly gravelled in dirt and wrapped in velvet. You shiver slightly but focus on the papers he’s shoving in your face. “You’re transferring from my unit? Are you fucking with me?”

The previous rage, annoyance and anger you felt returns full force. “Me? Fucking with you?” The lackadaisical attitude drops from your tone and the room significantly gets hotter with all the fury mingling with the charged atmosphere. “You barred me from field missions. What were you thinking?!”

Miguel leans closer to you, rage contorting his handsome chiselled features to sharp edges akin to towering mountain peaks. His vexation with you cuts across sharply through the fog of haze you fall into whenever he’s this close to you, the fury fuelling your motives.

He glares at you, and you glare back defiantly Both of you are worked up— Miguel’s anger is much more visible, however. You keep your emotions under a tight wrap, concealing them and replacing any speck of expression with a fabricated mask.

His sharp laugh cuts through the air, slicing better than a rapier ever could hope to. “You were reckless. You threw yourself into missions fully ready never to return. You…” He bends down to level his face with yours, you were both panting— from the uncontrollable emotions and the distinct flavour of irritation permeating the air— “…are a liability”

The mask cracks and shatters.

You shove him away, snarling. “Take that back. I have better mission completion rates than most of the people here! How dare you undermine my work!”

He shoves you right back, pinning you against the wall. He’s close enough that you can count the flecks of colour in the bottomless abyss of his eyes. His breath ghosts across your lips. You wonder if they’d be chapped or as full as they looked. His gaze looks ready to devour you alive and perhaps you want to be devoured by him.

“Arrogant.” He breathes lowly. “I took you off field missions since you clearly lack the strength to take them on.” A mocking scoff leaves his throat, “How many times have I come to save you, yet again? Fifty, was it?”

“Asshole,” Your tone is vitriolic, yet you push yourself closer to him. Your tone turns into something… else, “Maybe I take the missions because I know you’re always there to save me. Are you too weak to, anymore?”

You don’t know how you gathered up the courage to say that to him. You’re well aware that you’re taunting a beast but it is a cocktail of endorphins and rushing blood that makes you cockier as you push yourself even closer to him. His lips are a hairsbreadth away from yours. His pupils dilate, consuming his eye and your pulse whirs with a rush.

He slams you into the wall once again and you let out a yelp of surprise. He brings his lips close to your earlobe and you stiffen, all the earlier courage evaporating into thin air now that the situations were reversed, His hot breath is what hits you first and you shiver. “Ah,” He says, no inflection of whatever he’s feeling in his tone; but the atmosphere— charged previously with anger now tinged with something else— is too much to ignore. “I see now.” He hums, a low contemplating tone that vibrates through your entire body. You resist the urge to shudder.

“Your motivation might be money, but since you don’t value your life, I’ll simply have to value it for you.” A pink tongue darts out to lick the tip of your ear and you jerk in surprise. He makes a tch noise. “Your request is denied, you’ll stay with my unit.”

He steps back, giving you a once over and rips the door out, setting it neatly on his way out. The intern waiting outside shoots you a frightened yet confused look. You relate to her expression.

What the fuck just happened.

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Everything ties up together when you wake up one day and struggle to open your door. A mound of Amazon packages clatter to the ground as you push the door open with your spidey-strength— the packages rammed you in— and you have to gape for a full minute.

Your neighbour walks out of his home— probably from the amount of noise you’re making— and promptly trips on a Smart Standard Multi-Purpose Table.

You crush the mile-long bill under your shoe in anger.

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“Miguel O’Hara!” Your voice resonates through the compound, magnified by anger and people scurry out of your warpath as you force your way up to Miguel’s office. The owner of the compound, however, does not seem to share the panic of his recruits. You bang open his door and he simply raises an eyebrow, like you’re nothing more than a kitten batting away a few fingers.

He battles my unperturbed glare, a smile curving his lips. He steps towards the sprawling lounge, sinking into the plush cushions lining the low bedding, and addresses you while you stay rooted, shaking.

“What seems to be the situation?”

“You goddamn— What seems to be the situation?” You’re flabbergasted at his question, the anger melting away to reveal incredulity left underneath. “You bought me half my Amazon wishlist!”

He frowns, “Is that not what you wanted?”

“Well, yes— but you don’t understand!” Your hands move involuntarily as you try to make your point. He watches on amused. You beg and hope that some of your anger will return but it seems far out of reach now that you’ve witnessed his face, that sharp jawline that can cut through stone, the crooked dark eyes that could swallow you right up—

“You told me you took on rough jobs for money. For your… frivolous Amazon wishlist—” “Frivolous?! I swear I’m going to bury you—“ “—And I’ve simply solved the problem.”

He leans forward to face you, infinitely amused now. That cocky asshole. His forehead brushes the waterfall of curls cascading, and he whispers, “I’ve done you a favour. Don’t you think you’re being an ungrateful brat now?”

A shiver passes through your spine. You push him back and he leans back, like the cat that got the canary. You scowl. “I wanted to buy it with my own money. But, thank you.”

“It is your money,” He comments offhandedly.

“What.”

“The money for your astrolabe was taken from your last mission. I paid for some of the rest, but consider it a gift.”

“A gift? For what?”

“For all the times you’ve saved me too,” He was decidedly not looking at me, focusing on the papers in his hands.

You squint at him, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He rolls his eyes. “God, you’re as thick as it gets, aren’t you?” Before I could explode in outrage about what it is he exactly means by that, we’re… kissing.

At first, it was soft, gentle and light— a bird attempting to learn flight, testing out the waters— Miguel pressed you against him, mouth encouraging you to be reciprocative. The shock you feel is secondary now, the world felt blurred, and the only one who was clear— was Miguel. His presence overwhelmed yet appeased you. Your hand slid up his neck to pull him closer.

He grabbed your hair to level your face to his. Something changed immediately.

The kiss turned open-mouthed. It could barely be called a kiss, You were being devoured was more like it. The revelation of what he’d just said hit you like a truck and your brain buffered like a Windows Vista as you pulled away from the kiss. You were gasping as you both broke apart, gazing at one another wide-eyed, breathing laboured.

“You like me too?” You asked dumbly.

Miguel snorted and the corners of his mouth quirked up. “Yeah. If that wasn’t obvious.”

“So, it’s not just me?” You continue on and immediately flush bright red from embarrassment. You regret every word that comes out of your mouth.

“Yes,” He smiles when the sun floats across the window, lightening him up. “I like you too.”

#spider man: across the spider verse #spiderverse #atsv #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x gender neutral reader #fluff #some action #reader is pining #tension #gee whiz get me some ice to cool down the heat

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mattapparentlystumbltourneys · 8 months

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BRACKET REVEAL

Alright. At long last, I present to you the bracket...or should I say...*BRACKETS* for the Virtual Character Tournament!

Given the scale, the first round is going to be one bracket per week, 4 a day, with each lasting 24 hours. I know that this is still tight, but given how many contestants there are, along with the necessary inclusions of images and propaganda (oh and I guess also my job), it's what I can do to keep this semi-manageable. There's also no redemption round this time. It's gonna be a single elimination tournament. Be kind to your peers. This is not but a drop in the infinite ocean of the internet.

...oh yeah the brackets themselves. We'll be going in order over the course of 4 weeks. I'll make proper announcements for them as they commence. Given how many there are and what I want to get done beforehand, Bracket 1 will likely begin some time this week. But for the matchups...

Bracket 1:

Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid) vs. Elohim (The Talos Principle)

Flame (Yu-Gi-Oh! VRains) vs. The Supervisor/Mouthless (Tenkuu Shinpan)

XANA (Code Lyoko) vs. MetalMan.EXE (Mega Man Battle Network)

9-Jack-9 (Zot!) vs Poppy Pipopapo (Kamen Rider Ex Aid)

Sage (Sonic Frontiers) vs Mektryllis (Fate/Extra CCC)

Dot Matrix (Reboot) vs V Flower (Vocaloid)

Wizardmon (Digimon) vs Delta (Red Vs. Blue)

Sora (Ever17) vs Kasane Teto (UTAU)

The Doctor/EMH (Star Trek Voyager) vs Crash (Awful Hospital)

Burroughs (Shin Megami Tensei IV) vs Quorra (Tron Legacy)

The Machine (Person of Interest) vs The Rocket Dex (Pokemon)

P03 (Inscription) vs. M.X.E.S (FNAF Security Breach: Ruins)

Hakuno Kishinami (Fate/EXTRA) vs Data Riku (Kingdom Hearts)

Samaritan (Person of Interest) vs ART (The Murderbot Diaries)

Cortana (Halo) vs M-Bot (Skyward)

Mitsuko Miyazumi (Archer) vs Ritsu (Assassination Classroom)

Bracket B:

Ene (Kagerou Project) vs The Thunderhead (Arc of a Scythe)

Amadeus (Steins; Gate 0) vs D.O.M (The Adventure Zone)

AM (I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream) vs Theo (Meta Runner)

Colonel.EXE (Mega Man Battle Network) vs Daia (Kiratto PriChan)

Agumon (Digimon) vs The Bobbiedots (FNAF Fazbear Frights)

Felix the Desktop Cat (Real Life) vs SHODAN (System Shock)

MegaMan.EXE (Mega Man Battle Network) vs Church (Red vs. Blue)

Shepherd (ENA) vs Dr. Coomer (Half Life VR But the AI is Self-Aware)

Sophie/Sophia (Persona 5 Strikers) vs Dizzy (Beyblade)

Miss J/SCP 5094 (SCP) vs Ultraman X (Ultraman X)

SAYU (No Straight Roads) vs Falulu (Pripara)

Incarceron (Incarceron) vs Benry (Half Life VR but the AI is Self-Aware)

Lea (Crosscode) vs Kiracchu (Kiratto PriChan)

Dragon (Prahumans) vs Murder-Bot 2.0 (The Murderbot Diaries)

Ai (Yu-Gi-Oh! VRains) vs Glitch Slime (Slime Rancher)

Eris (Wolf 359) vs Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Bracket III:

Hera (Wolf 359) vs Shin AI (Your Turn to Die)

Alba (Star Twinkle Pretty Cure) vs The Denpa Men (The Denpa Men)

Guy (Free Guy) vs EDI (Mass Effect)

Aetna (Lore Olympus) vs Yui (Sword Art Online)

Nicole the Holo-Lynx (Archie Sonic) vs Gabumon (Digimon)

Jacqueline Box (Pripara) vs Mamechi (Tamagotchi)

Vanellope von Shweetz (Wreck-It Ralph) vs Cleverbot (Real Life)

The Phantom Virus (Scooby-Doo) vs Chiaki Nanami (Danganronpa)

Alter Ego (Danganronpa) vs Digit (Cyberchase)

Simulcast (Reflection TTRPG) vs SARA (Toonami)

Lumina Ichihoshi (Dig Delight Direct Drive DJ) vs The World Machine (OneShot)

Rumble McSkirmish (Gravity Falls) vs Holly (Red Dwarf)

HAL 9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey) vs Samantha (Her)

PAMA (Minecraft Story Mode) vs Noah Kaiba (Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Agent Smith (The Matrix) vs O.R.C.A (Splatoon)

Spunc (Alpha Betas) vs Porygon (Pokemon)

Bracket Delta:

GIFanny (Gravity Falls) vs Coco (Aikatsu Friends)

Vic Fontaine (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine) vs Red One (The Last Angel)

Glitchtrap (FNAF Help Wanted) vs Holo (My Holo Love)

Avina (Mass Effect) vs Light Hope (She-Ra)

Motherboard (Cyberchase) vs Aya (Green Lantern: The Animated Series)

Bonzi Buddy (Real Life) vs Tama (AI The Somnium Files)

Dragon (Worm) vs Bip (Runway to the Stars)

Failsafe (Destiny) vs J.A.R.V.I.S (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Aiba (AI: The Somnium Files) vs CanHaz (DC Comics)

SAYER (SAYER) vs Fey (Welcome to Night Vale)

Buddy (Buddy Simulator 1984) vs Ziggy (Quantum Leap)

Maggy (Hellspark) vs The Squip (Be More Chill)

Lyla (Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse) vs Durandal (Marathon)

Beta Jay 137 (Ninjago) vs Zero III (Zero Escape: Virtue's Last Reward)

Sergey Ushanka (The Magnus Archines) vs Demetra (Spy Kids 3: GAME OVER)

Alie (The 100) vs Lil' Hal (Homestuck)

As always, thank you for bearing with me during this long and arduous process. Sorry for the hassle, and be prepared, as it is almost upon us.

#virtual character tourney #tournament layout #there are a lot of characters so i'll be tagging them during the rounds #don't want to pack even more nonsense into the bottom portion #character polls

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kingkatsuki · 3 months

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Some silly little thoughts about my silly little self-ship with Bakugou during an apocalypse AU.

(This could basically fit into my zombie fic but we won’t go that deep rn)

For @t-tomuras Apocalypse self-ship event. Please feel free to join I’d love to read yours!💕

Trust

We find each other when we need each other the most. Both of us separated from our groups— the only difference is his group is still alive, or at least he thinks they are. Mine are completely gone, lost to the virus that’s taken so much from everyone.

It’s like Bakugou is built for this world, shooting the crossbow with precision as he hits a wild rabbit with one arrow. Maybe he was a cop, or a hunter before the shit hit? The conversation hasn’t gone that far yet, he still doesn’t completely trust me.

The first night he stays awake, claiming he’s keeping watch— when really he’s watching me. Ensuring I don’t wake up during the night to steal his pack and his weapons, leaving him completely exposed to any kind of attack. He doesn’t know I’m not that kind of person yet, and that’s fine. It’s the best nights sleep I’ve had in a long time, as I rub my eyes and ask why he didn’t wake me up for my turn to keep watch, “Didn’t wanna wake ya.”

But he trusts me enough to protect me, when one day we’re surrounded by a group of bikers. Kicking their stands as they dismount the bikes, the smiles on their faces betray the way their hands hold tight to the barrels of the guns on their hips.

“Haven’t seen a woman in weeks.” One groans, his eyes drinking in every inch of me as I feel Bakugou physically stiffen beside me, a booted foot widening his stance as he’s ready to reach for his own weapon.

“She’s mine.” He almost snarls, and even in such a dangerous situation I feel my stomach swirl.

He doesn’t fully trust me yet, but he doesn’t want to lose me either.

Bakugou wonders how I’ve made it this far, when I’m a terrible shot with minimal survival skills. Luckily his reflexes are far swifter than mine as he manages to stab one of the undead through the skull before it splits me open.

He can feel himself beginning to soften around me, especially when I crawl into a sleeping bag with him at night so the men believe that we really are a couple (and so they don’t try anything anyway— because he still doesn’t fully trust them), but the warmth of my body against his is enough to secure him the best nights sleep he’s had in months.

It’s like I give him a purpose again, more than just trying to find his group. Admittedly, he’d begun giving up when he’d spent so much time alone and the only reason he continued was because of me. Now he feels like he’s gotta do all he can to protect me, and I’ll be safest back with them.

“You’re gonna get us both killed one day,” He shakes his head as I sit beside him, nursing a pack of almond M&Ms I rescued on a medicine run. Reaching up to slot one between his pursed lips with a smile.

“I might die, but you’re made for this world Bakugou Katsuki.”

So now he finds himself looking for those same stupid M&Ms whenever he’s out trying to gather supplies, something he hates himself for now as he cherishes the way my eyes light up whenever he produces a new packet for me or the way I wrap my arms around him when he does.

And it’s selfish, but part of me doesn’t want him to find his group again. Because I don’t want him to leave me, I don’t want things to go back to how they used to be. Because now my life is split into two halves — the part before Bakugou Katsuki, and the part now.

#bakujo #zombie au #apocalypse au

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b7ngt4n · 4 months

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The Last Remaining | Part 04

-> A female reader x BTS zombie apocalypse AU

-> Genre: Post-apocalyptic, action

-> Warnings for Part 4: swearing, violence

-> Word count: 2,195 words

-> Interactions are greatly appreciated xoxo 💖

Part 04: Unpleasant Ambush 🧟

The hard feeling of cold steel pressed against the back of your head made you slowly raise your hands in the air. You were usually the rebellious type, not wanting to obey without a fight. But having a gun pointed at you was not really fair now, was it?

Multiple people started yelling at once, “get down on your knees!” You didn’t hesitate to listen, feeling the gun penetrate into your head harder as a way of asserting authority. The concrete felt cold and uncomfortable against your skin. You could feel the harsh tiny rocks scrape against you from under the thin material of your tights.

Your eyes sneakily danced around as much as they could without turning your head. From the corner of your eye, you could see Yoongi with his arms raised and held at gunpoint like you. In front of you was Namjoon. He wore a serious frown on his face while staring down whoever was behind you. Out of everyone, only Namjoon could see the perpetrators as he was the only one facing them.

“Put your hands up!” the stranger yelled in a loud and threatening way. You recognised the voice belonged to a woman. She had a deep and powerful shouting voice. It reminded you of those shows you used to watch on TV of reality boot camps and the female trainers had some of the most strongest military voices you had ever heard.

Namjoon, you presumed, stared at her. She seemed to have the leadership position among the ambushers. A quality you've also noticed in Namjoon in the brief time you've known him. He raised his hands up agonizingly slow before he spoke, “we don’t want any trouble.”

“On your knees now!” she ignored him, continuing to yell commands. You could hear clicks against steel, a noise you didn't think sounded so positive.

"Alright, alright," Namjoon complied, getting onto his knees with his arms raised in the air.

“We don’t want any trouble either,” the woman spoke in a more calmer tone but still sly sounding. You heard the car engines start up again. You watched as two men quickly removed the spike strips off the road. They're faces were covered in bandanas so you could only see their eyes. Cowardly bastards, you thought.

“No hard feelings everyone!” she said in a soulful voice like this was all a game to her. You felt the gun had retrieved back and shortly later you watched Jungkook’s motorcycle and their cars speed down the tunnel, disappearing into the distance. You could hear them cheer, celebrating by pumping their fists out in victory at the stunt they just pulled.

Their cheers and the noise from the cars died down and was soon replaced with the loudest silence between the eight of you. Jin was the first to speak up.

“They took mine and my brother's car,” you could hear in his voice he was trying his best to not cry. It broke your heart having to listen to him try not break down. You never realised the cars held such significance that the entire situation just now hit differently. They weren’t just some random cars, they actually meant something more to him because they belonged to him. You watched as Jin stood up to walk away, but you could hear his sobs only grow louder the further he walked. Jimin followed shortly behind him, likely going to console him. Since when had the apocalypse, apart from the zombies, become so cruel?

“Not to be a bitch, but um... all our food and water were kinda… in there,” Taehyung broke the painful silence. He received a harsh push on the arm from Jungkook, who had a clearly annoyed expression on his face. Taehyung groaned, rubbing his arm, but stopped himself from retaliating back to avoid making the situation even worse.

You glanced between the boys who were all sitting in deep reflection and shock about what just happened. Nobody could believe that all their supplies were gone in just a matter of seconds. There were eight of you, how on Earth could you find enough to support you all?

"Oh!" you piped up, suddenly remembering as you slipped off your backpack, "I have some food and water in my bag,” showing them your bag you had previously stuffed with snacks and water bottles back in Seoul.

A soft smile slowly returned to their faces, “that’s good,” Namjoon said gently, “it’s a start.”

You felt someone rubbing your shoulder. You turned around to find Jungkook, looking at you with a proud smile on his face. "Good job," he whispered to you. A smile naturally appeared on your face from his praise. But you quickly turned around when you felt your face heat up, smile fading when you realise he was making you blush. Get it together Y/N, you thought.

"I wonder where they got their guns from," Yoongi mused aloud. Hoseok hummed, agreeing with him.

"They could've stolen it from a police station," Taehyung responded, "maybe even a military base."

"Guns could provide us good protection," Yoongi said in a suggestive tone as he glanced at Namjoon, looking like he was seeking his approval. Namjoon nodded, agreeing with Yoongi while pondering in deep thought. He was likely imagining the pros and cons of carrying around guns.

"Plus we could maybe prevent a situation like this happening again if we were armed like they were," Yoongi continued, frustration obvious in his voice as he angrily ran his hands through his hair.

"And protect ourselves better from zombies," Jungkook added. Yoongi sent him an approval nod.

Speaking of zombies, you were lucky you were inside a tunnel. There weren't any abandoned cars nor zombies since it was a concealed space. Though, there was still a likeliness they'd find you in here, being attracted by the previous sound of loud vehicle engines. You were safe for now, but being without wheels left you much more vulnerable.

"We'll go to the next town. The sun has already passed halfway so we need to find some shelter to spend the night. Our other goals are to find weapons and more food. We can figure out what to do after that," Namjoon announced in a serious voice. It was clear to you Namjoon was the dedicated leading figure around here.

"Sounds good," Hoseok replied. Yoongi, Taehyung, and Jungkook nodded in response. They all silently turned their attention to you, glancing at you.

"How do you feel about that Y/N?" Namjoon asked, wanting you to have an input too.

You met his gaze with an enthusiastic smile, "let's fucking do it," you responded firmly.

Hoseok clapped his hands together eagerly with a pleased smile, "yes, that's the spirit Y/N! I'll go tell the other two," he stood up to head to where Jimin and Jin sat isolated. Jimin was rubbing Jin on the back while he sat there with a blank expression, zoned out on the ground. It was saddening to see Jin upset.

"Alright, let's make a move," Namjoon declared. You all got up and began to make the walk out of the miserable tunnel that bought you nothing but misfortune and a stronger sense of vigilance.

It felt odd to be walking along the highway when usually you would be driving in speeds as high as 80-90 kilometres. The road was practically empty, apart from a couple of dead cars that were no use to you. But no soul in sight. Not even undead ones.

According to Yoongi and Namjoon, the next town is supposed to be Suwon if you followed the highway. But for now all you could see was mountains and bush since you were in the rural areas. It was alarming to you that you didn't know when you'd find the next town. But the boys admiring how beautiful Korea's landscape was made you forget about ever being worried as soon as you emersed yourself in the scenery too. It's only when you stop to think about how beautiful nature is that you realise how peaceful rural Korea is. Anyone could fall in love with it so easily.

"So," you started the conversation between you and Jungkook who hung at the back of the group, "how do you know them?"

Jungkook smiled to himself, "we all knew each other before the apocalypse."

"Oh really?" you marvelled. You shouldn't be so surprised. Thinking back it was obvious they all shared a bond that felt stronger than plain old friends, strong enough that even you could feel it.

"Yeah, we all met through Namjoon a few years back," he reminisced, sighing to himself as all the memories came flooding back to him, "we all just clicked instantly and have hung out all together since then."

You were impressed by their friendship, considering you've had a fair run of friends that come and go. "So were you guys all together at the beginning of all of this?"

"Yeah," Jungkook recalled, thinking back to the very traumatic day, "we were eating at a restaurant, celebrating Yoongi's birthday."

You frowned, glancing at him to find him staring down at the road. "That's so sad," is all you could say to him. You were at lost for words, unsure of the right thing to say.

Jungkook nodded in agreement, "it is. We had to camp out at a nearby supermarket for weeks until we ran out of food and water. We took Jin's car to his hometown, Gwacheon, and found his older brother there. He was the one who told us about Mokpo. He turned trying to save us."

You didn't say anything as you allowed yourself to absorb all this new information. Actually, you didn't know what to say about that. All you could do was feel for Jin. Loss is never easy. Jungkook glanced at you, smiling at the serious look on your face.

"Enough about us. What about you?" he asked.

"What do you mean about me?" you replied absent-minded.

Jungkook chuckled, nudging you playfully, "I mean like what's your story? What happened to you before we met?"

A sour look appeared on your face as the only memories you had were shit ones: every single day feeling like it lasted forever, getting your hopes up when you see a helicopter only to be let down when it disappeared again, your food and water supply shrinking as the days went by. You were depressed, anxious, and alone. It was a shit time you wished to forget.

"I stayed in my apartment for a month," you told him.

"Were you with anyone?" he questioned, curiosity getting the best of him.

"No," you answered, lips pursing into a straight line, "I was all alone."

Jungkook noticed how you got quieter, realising he may have crossed a line or two. He cursed himself out in his head for stepping past your boundaries.

"I'm sorry," he apologised, making you glance at him with a baffled expression, "That you were alone, and for bringing up something you may have not wanted to share."

You blinked profusely, nearly stuttering your words out, "no it's okay, Jungkook, you're alright," you assured him as he looked at you with a guilty frown, "yes, it is a bit hard to talk about, but I feel safe talking about it with you."

A shy smile appeared on his face as he looked away. "I ran out of food just like you guys, that's why I left. I was inside a convenience store when Kang and Gihoon found me, hit me unconscious, and took me."

"So that's those bastards' names," Jungkook fumed, jaw clenching as he clicked his knuckles.

You giggled, finding his protective nature over you endearing, "And then you found me."

He glanced at you, the corner of his lips tugging into a small smile.

"You and Jimin saved my life," you continued, staring at him with grateful eyes, "thank you Jungkook."

None of you spoke as you stared at each other. You could feel the tension growing stronger between you two the more you hung around each other. Part of you liked it, but at the same time you were scared. Scared that if you were to let him into your world and if you were to lose him one day, you would never be able to recover. Romance was such a strong thing, but it was so dangerous at the same time.

"Hey!" Taehyung shouted, causing you both to quickly turn away like nothing happened between you two. Even though there wasn't physically, there was something emotionally and spiritually. You looked at Taehyung to see he was pointing at a sign in the distance. But before you could read it he yelled it out for you, "Suwon interchange up ahead!"

"That's good. Let's get off the highway before we run into someone," Namjoon advised to which everyone hummed in agreement.

"Or zombies. The lack of zombies here is extremely suspicious," Taehyung noted, kicking at rocks as he walked.

"Finally, Hobi finished most of Y/N's snacks!" Jimin groaned, exposing Hoseok who tried to explain himself but was met with complaints and criticism, mostly from an annoyed Taehyung.

(a/n: hey my cuties thank u so much for the recent love 🤗💖 hope you guys like this one xoxo thank u for the support i appreciate it a lot 💖💖

now that i’m looking back after posting i realised i ended this part rlly shit n honestly could’ve kept going but i js wanted to post something cs i hadn’t for a couple days 🙏

to be honest i did rush thru this 😭 i did not take as much time as i should’ve to perfect and be happy w the final product ✋ so i will js point out now that i could take a few days to post parts. i know nobody has complained but js wanted to say it anyways 😊 that’s all have a lovely day mwah)

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