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lizthewriter · 3 months

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messy / regina george

PAIRING regina george x fem!reader

SUMMARY you and regina have been secretly hooking up for months, but she breaks up with you when you ask for more. after she gets hit by a bus, you fear for her life and whatever relationship you have left.

TAGS regina george x fem!reader, hurt/comfort, angst, happy ending, queer!, reneé rapp is so fine 😫😫, internalized homophobia, use of d-slur (lesbian slur)

QUOTE "half of all my exes regret me, / but none of them will ever forget me, / loving me gets really messy," - messy by reneé rapp

WRITTEN 1.13.2024

WORD COUNT 1.3K

A/N everytime reneé showed up on screen, i literally started banging my fists against my seat because she SERVED CUNT!!!! SHE WAS SO FINE!!!! literally after the movie, my best friend said to me: "i think you're just gay. i think you're a woman kisser. you might just have a little fruit in your cup."

slammed up against the wall, you felt regina's teeth clash furiously against yours. it was all hot passion - how your lips ran feverishly against hers as though you'd never get to feel her touch again, the way her hands ran up and down the sides of your body as though she needed to memorize the shape of you. days the two of you had gone without a moment to yourselves. days you had spent fantasizing about her pressing you up against the wall. it wasn't that you didn't want a normal relationship. it wasn't that you didn't want to kiss and hold hands and go on cute dates, but . . . that wasn't regina's style. she was closeted. heavily. actually, you weren't sure that she even understood that making out with girls was perhaps the most gay thing she could do, but you were willing to take what you were given. it was regina george, after all.

she pulled away from you by biting gently down on your lip, letting go when she could no longer stretch it any longer. "god, you're so hot," she whispered with a smirk, unbuttoned the first two buttons of your shirt. she reclaimed the control she had over your body, pressing her lips to your collarbone. your hands somehow found their way to her beautiful blond locks, scraping her scalp with the sharp edge of your nails. fantasy was nothing like reality. you had forgotten how good it felt, but how terrible it was all at once. as her warm breath tickled your skin, doubts that had been haunting you the past few days filled your mind slowly. was this healthy? didn't you deserve a healthy queer relationship, one that would be open and free and full of love, real love?

you wanted it all. you wanted the life you saw other queer girls have all around the world. going on cute picnic dates with homeade muffins and favorite books, sitting in the lap of your partner and doing their makeup, snuggling on the couch while watching a movie. holding hands while strolling the town center. it was hard to keep these thoughts back any longer. they overflowed.

you felt regina freeze as you gently pushed her away from where she had latched onto your upper chest. "can we, um, talk?" you ask. she could hear the tone in your voice. you knew she could. the way her eyes met yours made your stomach twist with discomfort.

"talk?" she asked in an incredulous tone, pulling away.

"it's just that, well, hear me out first. i like you. i really like you, a lot! that's why i really want us to be more than . . . making out in the custodian's closet after school and sneaking into your room while your mom's asleep," you explained nervously, stumbling over your words. finally able to meet her eyes, all hope was shattered as you felt her icy stare fixed upon your flushed face.

"i thought we made a deal when we started this. nothing more than this." she barked out a bitter laugh and fluffed out her hair. "what, did you think i was some kind of dyke or something? this was supposed to be fun. nice job stamping out that fire." she opened the door to the closet and waltzed out like nothing had happened. as if you didn't spend the entire last three months building a bond. heart: broken.

fear couldn't describe the emotion you felt driving to the hospital. it was gut-wrenching, blood-curdling, heart-tearingly excruciating. the rumors swirling around made your sick with worry. could she really be dead?

you weren't there when it happened. you had been driving home and then doing homework, hiding your phone away in a drawer somewhere to keep you distracted. it wasn't until hours later that you checked your notifications to realize she had been admitted to the er.

you rushed into the hospital, demanding to hear about her condition.

"are you immediate family?" the nurse at the desk asked. of course you lied. of course you said yes. she gave you the room number and told you that you could wait in the hall - the doctors were talking with her mother and you would need to wait until she woke up herself.

when you arrived at the door to her room, you were afraid to look inside. you weren't sure why. she was alive, yes. maybe you were afraid she was still upset with you. or worse, she had amnesia and forgot about you completely. dejected, you collapsed into the very comfortable plastic chair next to her room.

a few minutes later, the door opened and the doctors and mrs. george exited the room. you stood up suddenly, expectant in your expression.

"she's fine. she's going to heal 100%, she just needs to wear a corrective neck bracelet for several weeks," the doctors assured you. you could relax, just a little. they walked down the hall, chatting softly. mrs. george grinned at you - you had met before, of course, being introduced as one of regina'a friends.

"well, look who we have here! did you hear the news? they said my name on the evening," she told you excitedly, as though her daughter weren't stuck in the hospital from injuries resulting for being hit. by a bus. "head on in darling, those cute boys said she'd be awake soon." her eyes trailed down the hall to the two doctors that had revived regina. with a mini-wave and a "toodle-doo!" she was down the hall and full on flirting with men much younger than herself.

the doorknob to regina's room stared back at you with intimidation so strong you almost turned around and drove home. you reached out a closed your hand around the cool metal, slowly turning it until you were passing through the doorway and standing feet away from her bed. it didn't feel as scary as you thought, entering her room, staring over at her bed. she looked more at peace then you had ever seen her, she looked prettier than you had ever seen her. without her mean-girl face, she seemed a lot more genuine. a lot more like the regina that opened up to you that one chilly night in december.

you silently pulled a chair next to her bed and sat there, waiting for her to wake up. you didn't mind the wait, in a way. because she was sitting there next to you, and she was going to be okay.

when regina awoke, she seemed more confused than anything. her brows furrowed as she looked around the room, her eyes finally landing on you.

"hey," you said all of a sudden, sitting up straight. "you're okay, you're fine. you're . . . in the hospital."

"what are you doing here?" not snappy or bitter or angry. genuine.

"i heard you got hit by a bus," you said, biting your bottom lip anxiously. would she yell at you? tell you she never wanted to see you again? "i heard . . . i you died. i just had to see for myself, to make sure you were okay. i'm sorry, if you don't want me here, i'll -"

"don't leave!" she shouted, grabbing your hand. you stared down at the place where her skin met your hand. this wasn't happening. this couldn't be happening. her fingers intertwined with yours and you find her eyes to be pleading you. "please, just don't leave."

"regina -"

"just shut up and listen, okay?" she told you, sounding upset, but it didn't seem to be an emotion she was directing towards you. you sat back down and scooted your chair closer to her. "i want us to be something more too . . . okay? i like you, loser."

you narrowed your eyes at her. "is this regina george trying to be nice?" you asked dubiously.

"don't ruin the moment or i'm taking everything i said back."

"no," you said quickly, shaking your head with a smile. you placed your other hand on the one clasped in hers. "it's a good look on you. really."

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aly-writes · 9 months

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Hii can I req for chishiya & Niragi with s/o who has low alcohol tolerance and gets flushed red very easily also wayy too clingy. thank uuuuu

i missed writing headcanons lol, but why is it so hard to get the motivation to do it? here is my attempt to get back in the groove (once more), hope it's to your liking

(these requests are SO OLD)

warnings: none

chishiya and niragi with a drunk s/o

chishiya shuntaro

chishiya has never been one for nightlife, so he never had a chance to see how you act under the influence

just from what he did know about you though, he had a general idea that you probably weren't an experienced drinker

so imagine his surprise when his beloved s/o asks him to go to the bar after a rough game?

obviously he hides it well and just sort of goes with the flow

if it was his choice, he'd rather just have you stay back with him and so he could enjoy your company while he tinkered around

you were on the more quiet side so that's typically how your time spent with each other went

just silence between the two of you, basking in each other's presence

the bar was packed (as per usual) the moment you stepped in. it was peak hours, after all

you ordered a drink or two for yourself and offered to do the same for chishiya, but he declined. he took it upon himself to look out for you, and he couldn't do that if was drinking

he wasn't sure what had pushed you to want to come down here, but he had a good idea

the game you had completed was tougher than usual, and only two of the six people sent made it back alive

he held back a smirk as he watched you down your drinks

the way your face scrunched up was cute and he would definitely be teasing you about it

"can't hold your liquor?"

little did he know how factual that statement was

with how fast you guzzled down the alcohol, you were intoxicated nearly ten minutes later

your words started slurring and heat was rising to your cheeks

"chishiyaaaa"

your whines caught his attention, which at the time was directed towards the many people dancing in the center of the room. he was kind of annoyed that his people-watching got interrupted, but the moment he saw your face he couldn't hold back a chuckle

"wow, i guess you really can't hold your liquor. and here i thought i was just joking around"

yeah lol he's a little shit. despite your obvious intoxicated state, he will still tease you to earth's end and back just to get a reaction out of you

fret not, he only does it because he cares about you and lowkey (highkey) craves your responses

at first you were just whiny, but then you kind of spiraled into something a little more. and by a little more, i mean a lot more

chishiya had never seen you so clingy during his entire time of knowing you

you were very hyper-aware of where his head was at during every moment, so you only initiated affection when you knew he was in the mood and the both of you were in a comfortable place to do so

spoiler alert? this was not a comfortable place

you were all over him

trying to kiss his neck, clutching his arm to your chest, rubbing your face against his shoulder. it was almost like you were a completely different person

your pda levels shot through the roof and tbh he really wasn't having it, so he lightly grabbed your arm and led you out of the bar

it took him a second to get you to his room with how drunk you were, and after only two drinks nonetheless?

you were stumbling into the wall, pointing out anything in the general area that caught your eye, and attempting to drag him around to these said things

after a good twenty-minute walk, yall finally managed to make it to his room where he sat you down on the bed

he made sure to provide you with water before sitting next to you, listening to you ramble on and on

don't be fooled by his cool exterior! you were still clingy as hell with him

except now that he was in the comfort of his own room, he didn't feel the overwhelming urge to push you away

he was still a bit hesitant, and for a moment he just sat still while you squeezed him to death

chishiya doesn't initiate things like kisses or hugs. he prefers to stick to the smaller things such as head pats, hand holds, etc.

it's still the same in this case, even if your levels of affection are amplified by the alcohol

we cannot forget that this man works in the medical field, so taking care of people was his job. he's kinda good at that type of thing when he wants to be

he'll open the water bottle for you and make sure you drink it, even if he has to gently grab your chin and open your mouth for you

"'shiya i don't want to-"

"just drink the water, y/n"

after making sure that you're fairly hydrated, his next step is to put you to sleep

while he's sure you're having a great relaxed experience, he'd rather just get this all over with. and unfortunately, the easiest way to do that is for you to pass out

luckily he knows just the right way to do it because he has done it many times before ;)

while you hug him tight, he will pet down your hair and slowly massage your scalp. dear god does that do it for you, and before you know it you're sleepy

he lowers himself onto the mattress with you and after a few more minutes of the pure bliss that is a scalp massage, you're out like a light

chishiya can be a real asshole sometimes, but you'd be surprised at how sweet he can be when you're asleep

he tucks you in and wipes any excess sweat off of your forehead so you can sleep peacefully as possible. he doesn't really want you to deal with a hangover and a terrible night's rest, so he does what he can to make sure you sleep soundly

and lets just say he prepares the room for your hangover in the morning

he has painkillers, water, and is already mentally preparing himself to wake up early and grab your favorite breakfast

when you wake up and ask where all of it came from though, he will definitely pull the "kuina did it" card

because god forbid you have the knowledge that he did something nice for you

be prepared to never be able to let down that you're a total lightweight, he will relentlessly tease you for it

all is in good fun though, you know him quite well and are fully aware that this is how he shows that he loves you

he's a bastard but he's your bastard

when he makes fun of you for your clinginess you cannot stop apologizing, but you know by the way he's smirking he didn't mind too much

niragi suguru

niragi goes out drinking quite often, but you were never really apart of that mix

he mostly just does it to have a little fun, but he gets quite jealous easily so he never really wanted to bring you around

just the thought of some random person eyeballing you pisses him off, so imagine how he would react if it were to actually happen

niragi doesn't purposefully prevent himself from getting into fights with people (if anything, he provokes people for fun), but when it comes to you he tries to keep your relationship relatively peaceful

it wasn't like that at first, but after some convincing from you (which took a very long time) he tends to avoid situations which he knows will put him in a jealous state

you were the one that asked if you could join him for a couple of drinks

you had wanted to spend a little one-on-one time with him and the thought of just hanging around in your room again seemed kind of boring, so you offered to go drinking to spice things up a bit

you were aware of the strings that were attached when it came to hanging out in loud public places with niragi, so you mentally prepared yourself for the overwhelming possessiveness you were about to endure for the night

he has his arm around you basically the entire time you're there

most of his time is spent giving dirty looks to anybody who dares breathe in your direction lol, so unless you tug his sleeve or tap his arm... you probably won't be getting much of his attention

that's until you actually start drinking

the first thing niragi noticed was the stumbling of your feet. you seemed awfully imbalanced for only being on your third drink...?

it was hard to ignore your clumsy steps, but even harder to ignore the way you gently pulled on his arm

after a while you got sick of waiting for him to face you and impatiently grabbed his chin, forcing his eyes to look at your own

LMAO the look on his face when he sees how flushed you are and the drowsy way you're looking at him

you were always so aware of what you were doing, so this version of you was a complete shock to him

and he's even more shocked when you pull him in for a kiss

your lips were hungry for his and there's no way in hell he would reject that, but you were never one for pda

just by being together with niragi, you're going to have to learn to love pda in some type of way simply because that's just who he is

typically, he was the one who initiated affection in public

you never turned him down or pushed him away, but you tended to prefer more simple things in public

which is why this felt a little... weird? niragi was practically addicted to your affection, but you being so clingy in a crowded place felt off

he's not one to turn down your advances, and in fact, he'd gladly take advantage of it

but because you are his s/o, he sometimes catches himself trying to be a little more mindful of what you would want

this is the reason he ultimately drags you out of the bar and back into his room

he still is getting plenty of enjoyment out of your spontaneous clinginess though, basically basking in it as you walk through the halls of the beach

he ends up stopping every few minutes to reciprocate your kisses. he really enjoys them and also doesn't want to leave you hanging lol

i don't really think there's such thing as being 'too clingy' when it comes to niragi

he loves to show you off, which is why he's so keen on pda. he adores when you're the one to initiate any type of affection, it makes him feel wanted and is a huge boost to his ego

is that a good thing or a bad thing? niragi doesn't think so because he's an ass, but lol i'll let you decide

when you do end up back in his room and in a more private setting, he stops holding himself back and allows you to shower him in every ounce of attention you give out

this isn't to say he doesn't take care of you tho, because he does

he's pretty aware of what you're comfortable with and while it's hard to hold himself back, he'd rather you do such things while you're completely sober so you don't end up leaving him

yeah he's a selfish bitch

he's a little less mindful of treating your hangover in the morning simply because he just never thought that far ahead, but he'll definitely cuddle you all you want if you're up to it

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akutasoda · 8 months

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Hello! Hope it's not much of a bother... But may I trouble you for headcanons with bsd men who meet their very short tiny s/o (barely 5 feet tall, around 153-155 cm or even less), sweet and adorable, only to discover months later that they actually have a terrifying reputation and basically are the boogeyman known for being capable of destroying entire organisations, no matter of their scale and power? 👉👈🥺 Gender neutral or fem reader, and you can pick whatever characters you'd like, I trust your choice! 🥰 Sorry if it's too long, first time sending a request like that! 😅 Thank you!!

monsters of the past

synopsis - sometimes how someone acts contradicts their past

includes - dazai, chuuya, nikolai, tecchou

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, maybe crack?, reader is apart of the group that each character is in apart from tecchou, wc - 830

osamu dazai ★↷

from anything dazai expected from you it was definitely not that. the first few months of your relationship had gone mostly smoothly and you both were quite content with everything.

but one day out of pure curiosity and luck, he stumbled across your file among the other members files. he knew it was probably wrong but he knew you well enough right? he probably could guess everything written on there.

but not that. it was a pleasant surprise to say the least, for him. turns out you had quite a hidden side to your normally sweet persona. as before joining the agency you had built a reputation upon being able to infiltrate and destroy organisations within a few or just a single night.

of course when you seeked to join the agency you were met with hesitantcy from the president, but after assuring your loyalty and change of heart you got in.

kind of reminded him of him and a certain slug... whatever. upon finding this information he couldn't help but be slightly smug about it. i mean who wouldn't be if they found out their sweet, kind partner had a previous 'reign of terror' - that sounded cooler to him.

and when he next saw you, you could tell he somehow found out. fron the way he acted around you to the subtle questions trying to pry information out of you. maybe you could give him the details.

chuuya nakahara ★↷

in similar fashion, chuuya had found out about your little secret through looking at your files. as when you originally joined the port mafia and put quite high in the ranks, he had suspicions about you. but when you became closer he didn't think too much of it anymore.

and when you started dating, he had felt like it was less of an evasion of privacy a couple of months in. and so with huge curiosty he looked through your file. he was surprised but again felt smug about it.

seems like just because you two were both short in height, didn't mean you two weren't any weaker than everyone else. perhaps stronger. as he two had destroyed an organisation overnight with a stupid mackerel.

that probably made sense about why someone as kind as you had been quite the member. he was slightly disappointed you didn't tell him outright about it but understood. i mean he didn't tell you about when he did it so you two were equal. but now he probably would have to tell you if you were interested.

probably didn't bring it up to you as that was in the past but he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, knowing you had did that.

nikolai gogol ★↷

nikolai absolutely loved to find this out. he had first met you through your introduction into the doa. apparently you had some kind of potential, he wasn't really paying attention.

but what peeked his interest in you was how in this organisation, you were just sweet to everyone. he never saw you in action but surely you were good right?

and eventually when you two got together he still didn't think much of you being in the doa. until fyodor had show him something quite interesting. which made him absolutely ecstatic to find out more about you and whatever little secrets you hid behind that sweet facade.

and he asked you so many questions about it. he was so proud of you! not that he wasn't before but this was just one of the best twists about you. why wouldn't he be proud of his partner who destroyed organisations overnight or a few days. and the fact that they had given you such a cool nickname.

seems like you got a small fanclub as not only your boyfriend but an admirer of your dark secret.

tecchou suehiro ★↷

he had been sifting through old unsolved cases with teruko because she got bored and needed something to do when he came across something that peeked his interest, so he slipped it into his pocket.

you two had been dating for a couple of months now, despite leading very different lives - him a hunting dog, you a civilian - you two made it work. but on that case he noticed your name as a suspect which made him curious.

so he looked into it. it was an usual but simple case, someone had destroyed an organisation overnight, quite the powerful one at that. but he couldn't find anything about it. so when he went back to you he asked about it.

and when he found out....maybe justice can be overlooked this one time. but that truly did surprise him. i mean you. short, sweet and absolutely caring. huh. and you got away with it without anyone even solving your case.

eventually he just grew proud of it, didn't tell anyone but in this one case of him overlooking true justice for the person he loved, it gave him a weird sense of pride.

#x reader #x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd dazai #dazai x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #bsd nikolai #nikolai x reader #bsd tecchou #tecchou x reader

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collecting-stories · 8 months

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Treacherous - Remus Lupin

Request: i love you taylor swift song series!! i was wondering if you could possibly write a fic for treacherous using remus lupin:)) xoxo

Summary: After being left suddenly some months earlier the reader stumbles upon Remus in an old bookshop.

A/N: I made this more as Remus being the one sort of, cautious to trust the relationship and then kind of being pulled in because I thought it made for a nice story that way.

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...I hear the sound of my own voice, asking you to stay...

"So this is where you've been hiding?" you asked, fingers running over the edge of a cling-film wrapped fudge brownie. You picked it up off the tray of baked goods and set it atop the book you had laid on the counter. A pretty hardback edition of Dracula that you probably wouldn't even crack the spine on but that you would proudly display on your bookshelf.

You hadn't come up to Tyne upon Wear looking for Remus, obviously. You hadn't heard from him in months and weren't even entirely sure where he had landed after leaving Hogwarts and then James summer cottage. It was an accident of nature, a fluke (though you could hear Peter in the back of your head saying that it was 'fate') that you were here for holiday and that you had walked into this bookstore.

"I've not been hiding," Remus rebuffed, taking the book and the brownie, his fingers brushing yours. "Who told you that?"

You shrugged, "no one. I just assumed, I mean, this isn't exactly close to anyone." You knew Sirius had gotten a flat in London and Lily and James were talking about Godric's Hollow. Peter was in London too but you felt like you rarely saw him these days, though more than Remus.

"My nan's from this area," he replied, eyes never straying from the till. He'd seen you outside the window, staring a book on display, partially obscured by the sign painted on the glass. Hiding seemed like a marvelous idea, ducking down behind the counter or slipping behind a bookcase. Marvelous but impractical, probably, at the very least unprofessional. And besides, he was too slow to act. He felt like he'd frozen in place the moment you appeared, as if someone had cast a petrificus totalus spell over him. Remus just stood there and then you turned your head to the side and looked through the window and saw him and smiled.

When you came into the shop, Remus wasn't entirely sure if the bells he could hear ringing where the ones above the door or the ones in his own head. You hadn't said anything at first, just smiled and browsed around the front of the store, very obviously for show, before plucking a book off a shelf that Remus knew you owned, putting it on the counter for him to ring up. He'd expected you to hate him the next time you saw each other. Perhaps you would yell or give him the cold shoulder or, worst of all, he'd be gone so long that you would move on without him. But here you were and you didn't look upset at all. As if he hadn't disappeared, as if you believed him when he lied and said he wasn't hiding.

"I don't think I knew that," you looked genuinely like you were trying to remember if he had ever mentioned his nan to you or where in Britain she lived.

"What are you, uh...what are you doing here?" He asked, moving away from the topic of his family (always a rather delicate matter as you knew) and onto something more important, at least in his mind. You were here and you must've been here for a reason and he hadn't spoken to Lily or James or Sirius or Peter in months which meant that no one could have let on that he was here. No one knew, as far as he was aware, aside from himself and he wasn't advertising the information.

"Oh, on holiday," you replied. "I was quite influenced by Sirius...or at least that awful monstrosity of his."

"The bike?" Remus asked, eyebrow raising in suspicion, "you've not bought one, have you?"

"No, god no. But I have come into possession of a lovely little green people-carrier. It's quite lovely and I've decided to drive it up the coast to Scotland. Trouble is, I always forget about the petrol until I get going," you explained, "I'm afraid I ran out of gas. A very friendly old man in a funny looking truck picked me up though, picked up the car as well! I believe he called it a tow. How marvelous really, a tow."

"So an empty tank brought you here?" He clarified. How truly like you to forget something so vital but also how like the universe to play such terrible tricks on him as this one. To have you strand yourself on the side of a road just kilometers from him and forced to be deposited into his town. "Where are you staying?"

"A cute little B&B. My room has floral wallpaper and a little tea kettle on a hot-plate. I've not used the hot-plate though the old lady explained it to me...seems very tricky if you ask me. I'd much rather just magic the pot."

"I don't know of any....that is, I think the town is largely muggles." Remus replied.

"I gathered. Don't worry Remus, I haven't been waving my wand about everywhere I go." You laughed. You took the bag he pushed across the counter, your book and brownie inside. "I missed you quite a lot."

Graduation had felt wildly exciting. All that talk of future plans and goals had never been overshadowed, even when inklings of sadness had crept through at the thought of not seeing your friends every single day for months at a time. You would all be close, you were sure of it. James planned the summer holiday, an almost immediate trip to a summer cottage for a small (though large at the final head count) group of friends to avoid saying anything like goodbye to each other right away.

The summer cottage had been lovely and you and Remus had only just begun dating each other before the holiday, still shy about each other in the way that new romances are. It had felt exciting, to be away with him. You'd been friends for so long, seven years, and then you were dating and suddenly it was like everything was new and you thought it would all last forever. But then you'd woken up on the last morning at the cottage and Remus was gone and you didn't see him again. Until this very moment, in a tiny bookshop in a little seaside village of muggles.

"I'm sorry," Remus began to say but you shook your head, stopping him from saying anything more.

"No need to be sorry," you promised. You'd experienced a vast range of emotions in the days and weeks and months post Remus' departure. Ultimately though, you knew your friend well and knew that (despite Sirius always getting the credit for being the one most prone to dramatics) Remus could be very dramatic when he chose to be. Disappearing was not as surprising as you would have liked it to be when you actually thought about it and had resolved yourself to the knowledge that should he choose to, he would show up again. He couldn't stay disappeared forever. And you were mildly thrilled to know that you were right about that, though he was found out against his will, completely by accident. "You're not as unpredictable as you might think Remus."

"I wasn't trying to be unpredictable," he reasoned, "I just-"

"I know." You cut him off, "I've had ages to think out all your reasonings and arguments and I've reenacted them all with myself. I can't imagine you could argue your case any better than I already have," you explained. "Now, what time does this little shop close?"

"Why?"

"Because I just told you that I missed you and I'm certainly not planning on walking out the door and leaving and not seeing you again Remus. In this singular case I would use Peter's reasoning and say that this," you gestured between the two of you, "is certainly fate. I'm not one to ignore fate, should think you wouldn't want to either."

Remus sighed, shoulders relaxing as though he were giving up a fight and probably, he was. "About an hour. I need to sweep up when I'm done. And there are a few books left to put away."

"Oh well, that's much too much work love, I simply can't wait that long." You joked, looking around the shop. You and he were the only ones in there. "Shall I browse around or can I have a stool?"

"I only have the one," he replied, side eyeing the stool that was placed beside him behind the counter. He wasn't sitting on it and hadn't in the entire time you'd been there.

"Is it a prized possession?" You joked, "or am I just not allowed behind the till?"

Remus shrugged, "you are."

You came around the side of the counter, placing your bag down and sitting on the stool beside him. You fished the brownie back out of the bag and carefully removed the cling-film, "are you allowed a snack on the clock?"

"You don't really have to wait here," Remus said, taking the brownie piece from you and popping it into his mouth.

You watched him for a moment, suddenly well aware how many 'little things' there were about him that you had missed. Minute details like the satisfied smile he always gave away without knowing when he ate something sweet. Or the way he brushed his thumb across the tips of his fingers, ridding his hand of invisible crumbs.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked, realizing that you were watching him, cheeks staining a lovely pink at the attention.

"I am committing you to memory, in case you should disappear again."

"I didn't mean to leave you...I mean," he sighed, hands clasping together as he cracked a few of his knuckles. You noted a newer looking scar on the back of his left hand. Your boy was never careful with himself when he was alone.

"Relationships as scary for everyone Remus," you replied. You had already been through all these conversations, you wanted to remind him. You knew what he would say. "Sometimes you just have to decide it's important enough to do the scary thing."

"How philosophical of you."

"No need to be mean to me," you replied, hearing the edge in his voice.

He shook his head. Taking a box of books that was sitting behind the counter, Remus passed you and walked around the counter, out to the middle of the shop. You watched him disappear behind a bookcase, going to house some books and avoid further conversation on the topic of his leaving. You knew it was a sore subject for him (Remus was quite talented at making almost everything a sore subject for himself) but it wasn't easy for you either. He was the one who had left but you were the one who was left behind.

"Do you love me?" You think aloud, turning in your stool to try and see Remus down an aisle. You can hear the soft rustle of books stop abruptly and then he appears, as tall as the case itself, eyes wide as he stares at you from behind the fringe that hangs in his face. He looks surprised, perhaps caught off-guard and you aren't really shocked. He'd told you plenty of times that he did, over and over for months from the week after you began dating until the early hours of the morning in James' summer cottage, hours before he left you.

"What?"

"Do you love me?"

"Why would you ask me that?" Remus questioned, tongue darting out to lick his lips nervously.

"Because I want to know the answer," you offered, "do you love me?"

"Of course I love you," he finally replied, frowning.

"Well, it's hard to know Remus, you did leave after all."

"You said you weren't upset about that." He reasoned.

"No, I believe I said that I'd already given myself all your arguments. I considered that maybe you didn't love me and that was the reason. A clean break...I only considered it for a moment though, you wouldn't have left everyone like that if you didn't love just me," you explained, "so I thought about it and I decided that you did love me."

"Then why ask?"

You ignored his question, continuing your explanation instead, "you love me but you're ridiculously afraid of that."

The look he gave was particularly sour, as though he was trying to be mad but couldn't quite bring himself to stop being embarrassed at having been caught out long enough to succeed in being angry. "What's your point?"

"We've been friends since we were eleven, sitting beside each other on the train. And I've known about you since third year," you reminded him, "so what are you afraid of?"

"We all have our own lives now," Remus argued, as if that was actually a legitimate reason for leaving everyone behind, "you don't need to be burdened with-"

"You know I love you also," you said, cutting him off, "I hate when you say things like that. Burdened, as if I'm not actively choosing to sit here with you and ask that you give it another go."

"It's different out here. There is no shrieking shack. Sirius, James, Peter...they have their own lives. They can't be dropping everything whenever it's a full moon. We can't go on this way forever."

"You may not, you said yourself that Dumbledore told you there was a potionist working on something for-"

"It wouldn't stop the transformation...if it works," Remus replied, "I just, wouldn't lose my mind. And you'll remember that Dumbledore said it would be extremely difficult to come by and even harder to make." He pointed out.

You sighed, standing up from the stool and walking over to him, "always the pessimist. What are you afraid of?"

"I've told you," he took a step back, as if he were afraid that you might cage him in.

"Not really," you argued, "you've given me plenty of excuses though. I'm not afraid of you, Remus, and none of your friends would ever leave you alone with anything. You know that."

"I can hardly find work. I've been here four months and missed countless days, if it did any real business I doubt they'd want me around. How can I contribute to any sort of relationship if I can't even work. Not to mention that afterward I'm," he glanced at the newer scare on his hand and you knew what he meant, he used to spend days after in the infirmary when you were at Hogwarts, "and I've a terrible temper, which I know you are aware of, and you were right before I was being mean, and I still haven't quit smoking and I have a terrible diet. Can hardly keep anything down these days, I'm always nervous. And I don't like to go out and I'm not very romantic and I have terrible insomnia-"

"I know all of these things about you Remus," you replied, cutting him off as he rambled.

Remus sighed, setting the books in his hands down on the shelf and then, unsure of what to do with himself, reached for your hands (which you gave willingly). "I have very little control over most things in my life and I...as trifling as it sounds, I'm quite terrified of giving up control of my emotions," Remus admitted, "suppose that's what I'm afraid of after all, allowing myself to love you. God, I sound like some tragic muggle novel."

"You sound very honest, and not trifling at all," you replied, "you're allowed to be afraid Remus, but you've got to vocalize these things. Running off to a little corner of England alone isn't a very good solution. Don't punish yourself...or me for that matter."

"I know."

"Besides," you mentioned, tugging his hands gently so that he moved closer to you, so close in fact that you had to tilt your head just slightly to look him in the eye, "you know me well enough to know I'll take supremely good care of all your parts, heart very much included."

He hummed, "good to know." He leaned ever closer, to give you a kiss and to relish in the sensation of being kissed by you, something he had not allowed himself to enjoy for months and now wondered how it was he had managed for even an hour. You were right, and he wasn't surprised by that fact at all. He had been afraid and could still feel the grip of that fear in the back of him mind, no matter how distracting (or reassuring) you managed to be. "I do love you," Remus admitted again, "very much. My leaving...it wasn't because of you, and I never meant to hurt you. I didn't...I didn't think I would."

"You didn't think I would be absolutely gutted?"

"I suppose I was trying not to think too much about it at all," he replied, honestly. Remus wasn't nearly as daring as James could be, or Sirius for that matter, but he liked to think that in most aspects he was willing to take a risk. It was in the matter of giving himself to some that he found he struggled. If he gave too much away, what would be left of him at departure (and he was always expecting a departure). He'd given all of himself to his friendships, to James and Lily and Sirius and Peter. How could he risk anyone else being granted the ability to hurt him?

But then, you'd been more than willing to take that risk, wholly unafraid of one year or four years or ten years down the road. You weren't thinking in endings, only in right then. And right then you loved him (though probably tomorrow you would too. And in one year, four years, ten years).

He kissed you again, because even the minutes between when he had just kissed you and right at the moment he did it again felt like it had been too long. He'd missed you terribly and he hadn't really let himself acknowledge it until he'd seen you through the window.

"I do have to finish closing up," Remus admitted, pulling away from you.

"Do you?"

"You can help," he replied, "stop distracting me."

"I'm not being distracting," you laughed, "if anything you're the one who's distracting."

"How so?" He let go of you and moved back toward the box of books, beginning to sort through them.

"How so?" You repeated the question, a tone of disbelief in your voice as you stared at him. "Well I would tell you but I doubt that you would believe me."

"Probably not," he admitted, knowing his proclivity for self-deprecation.

You shook your head at him, looking about the small shop, "alright where's the broom then? I'll sweep up," you said, "no magic, I suppose?"

"No magic."

#collecting stories imagine #remus lupin fanfic #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x you #remus lupin fic #remus lupin fluff #the marauders era fanfiction #marauders fanfic #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #marauders era imagine

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tanith-rhea · 1 year

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I'm not sure if this is has been done or not, but Larissa with a Normie (gn) s/o who is very introverted (the complete opposite of Larissa quite honestly) loves books and what not, but the main point is they don't like their own birthday, especially surprise parties. And poor Larissa doesn't know that about her s/o, because s/o never said anything about the situation or even hinted about they wanted on their birthday (even previous ones). If s/o had a choice, they wouldn't have told Larissa about their BD, Larissa just happened to stumble upon it somehow. But Larissa throws a grand surprise party for her s/o at the school and everyone, and I mean everyone was there. S/o doesn't want to ruin this for Larissa even though it is their day, so they try to stay with the party but gets anxiety and hides away somewhere. Someone eventually points out they aren't here and Larissa goes to finds s/o in their usual hiding spot, she just comforts and holds them and slowly understanding where s/o was feeling about the BD situation and deeply apologizes for this, but s/o told her it wasn't really her fault.

Happy birthday, my dear!

Hey, thank you for my first-ever ask! I hope I didn't forget anything and that you'll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you so, so much for this. Have a lovely day!

Word count: <1k (this is a shorter one, but very sweet)

The days coming up to your birthday were always stressful. You had managed to keep your cool and act normal for most of it, but sometimes the need to be alone was encompassing. You knew it would all be over soon, and you would be a year older, and everything would be fine, but the sheer expectation of having something to show for it was too heavy to bear.

The thing was: you didn't accomplish much in your life. Sure, you were the first doctorated child in your family, but a PhD didn't make you fun at parties. You taught super-powered teenagers the importance of literature and were surprisingly adored by the little hormone-filled humans, but they weren't the posh politicians or CEOs your parents envisioned you spending time with.

You were proud of your achievements, they just didn't seem like achievements most of the time and especially during this time of year.

When the day came and no one acted differently, you could kiss every single person that passed through you. Nobody knew, of course, apart from Larissa, who only discovered it because last year your mother called to offer congratulations and passive-aggressively pry on your life. Everything was good, and tomorrow you would be older, wiser, and a hundred per cent not stressed over a disaster party going wrong.

That was until one of your students, Yoko, went looking for you close to seven, claiming someone was looking for you in the entry hall. You knew what it was about, and walking through the corridors to the unlit stairs the nausea of having to talk to people without previous preparation began to clog your throat.

"SURPRISE!" everyone screamed at you when the lights turned on. Oh wow, they weren't even close to what you thought they'd be. The entire school was crowding the spacious hall, a long dinner table had been brought and all types of party snacks decorated it along with an enormous cake saying "Happy Birthday, y/n"

Through the crowd, the culprit of that anxiety-inducing nightmare came to you with open arms and the warmest smile you had ever seen her wear. Larissa hugged you tightly, the proximity easing the knot in your gut by an inch.

"Happy birthday, my love," she said before kissing your cheeks and lips "I hope you liked the surprise."

"Yeah, of course!" your half-strangled high-pitched voice rang in your ears. You were going to pass out, there was no denying it.

A lot of students went to you with birthday wishes and handmade cards, and it was overwhelmingly sweet of them, but all you wanted to do was bolt.

Your colleagues were there as well; every single one shook your hand or hugged you or gave you an awkward but well-meaning pat on the back. Everyone seemed weirdly happy to celebrate one more year of y/n y/ln being alive and it was too much.

You talked with the biggest amount possible of people you knew and endured stale chitchat with the ones that you never saw before but, half an hour in, you could not do it anymore. You waited until no one was paying attention and ran like mad to your safe haven, leaving the blasted function behind.

It took more than you felt comfortable analysing for someone to come looking for you. It was nearly an hour, and you were sleepily going over some poems in a random book you picked by the window when Larissa's soft voice caught your attention.

"Love? What are you doing here?" she was concerned, her bright eyes widening at your own, glossed over with tears you didn't have the energy to shed.

"I was just a bit overwhelmed" you offered simply. Should you explain? You probably should, but you felt too tired to even speak too much.

Larissa quickly joined you at the library seat, taking you in her arms and kissing the top of your head. That had to be the best thing about her: she gave the best cuddles known to men.

"I didn't know you'd feel uncomfortable. I'm so sorry, darling" she whispered atop of you.

"You couldn't know… I never told you" you said weakly against her chest.

"Told me what?"

"That I hate it. All of it," she lifted your face and looked at you questioningly "I hate my birthday. I hate the expectations of having something to show, the fear the friends I invite don't actually want to come, having to talk with my family just to hear how everybody else is excelling at life while I barely can get sixteen-year-olds to read eight books a year, it just-"

"Shhh, love" she touched your lips with her thumb, her hand cupping your cheek and a sad smile. She traced her pad over your bottom lip and leaned to kiss your forehead "I am so, so very sorry for not asking how you felt. I swear I'd never have done any of it if I knew"

You know this. You know she had nothing but the best intentions and while it touched you how far she could go to make you happy, it also meant your undoing.

"It wasn't your fault" you turn to kiss the palm of her hand, pressing it against your mouth with your fingers before leaning on her again "If I had told you it never would have happened."

She held you close and played with your hair, the sounds from the party were slowly subsiding and you could hear people walking the corridors and talking. Probably students going back to their rooms.

After some time, you too wandered to your quarters.

That night you played Scrabble in bed while eating coffee-and-chocolate-flavoured cake and Larissa held you close until you fell asleep, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems fanfic #principal weems #teacher!reader #hurt/comfort #cuddling #larissa weems queen of quality cuddles #angst #fluff #answered request #normie!reader #s/o reader

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marvelmymarvel · 1 year

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The Elephant in The Room

Kite x Reader

Synopsis: Following Kite around like a lost puppy was annoying for him but fun for you. You didn't think he cared for you, but you also didn't see the elephant in the room.

He sat quietly by the fire, watching you scarf down the food before you. "It's not going anywhere" Kite muttered, causing you to look at him with wide eyes. He sighed before nodding his head at your food, urging you to continue eating. Once again, he was missing a meal. Not because he wasn't hungry, but because you were.

"Are you sure you don't want any? I can split this-"

"No no. It's fine." Kite trailed off as he took in your shivering form. You always seemed to get hungry and cold a lot easier than he did, and it was annoying, to say the least. But it wasn't as annoying as how he felt.

You resumed eating and didn't pay any mind to how he was looking at you. "You're shivering" He muttered under his breath. You lifted your eyes to look at him as he scooted over to your side. His body heat and the fire helped calm your violent quaking, but you still felt incredibly cold.

"I'll be okay" you whispered, suddenly losing your appetite as your stomach flipped. He was so close... His entire being was somehow engulfing you, his body heat, his scent, his breathing. All you felt was him. "Are you not hungry?" He questioned down at you as he leaned closer to get a look at your leftovers. You nodded before handing him the food, "Ya... Go ahead and finish it. I need to go for a walk."

Kite opened his mouth to object, but you moved quicker than the words coming from his mouth. He sighed looking down at the food, confused as to why he lost his appetite as well. His stomach felt like it was in his throat... He didn't know why but you always made him feel this way.

Sick.

After a couple of minutes, Kite had enough and shot up from his seat, storming towards the forest to go find you.

You dug the toe of your boot into the frozen dirt. You thought getting away from Kite would help, but all you had been thinking about was him. Everything about him was so intoxicating, and while you were head over heels for him, he didn't feel the same way. He even said so himself.

"You can follow me, sure... But don't expect me to like you back."

It was cruel, you knew that and should have stopped following him the second those words left his mouth. But you didn't and now you were somehow dependent on him.

Dependent on a man that didn't care about you.

"I need to leave him. This is ridiculous" you muttered out into the night, but the words fell on your deaf ears. Not even the dead trees believed you. A sigh flew from your lips, hands clapping to your face to somehow rub him away from you and your thoughts. "I fucking hate him. I hate that I love him" your groan made Kite freeze in his tracks.

He had finally found you in the thick forest but he didn't expect to stumble upon this. Hiding behind the tree, he leveled out his breathing as he listened carefully. You didn't say anything else, but the soft cries hitting his ears broke his heart. Had he done this to you? Broken you to the point where you hated him?

He hated himself for doing such a thing to you. At first, you were annoying sure, but he quickly grew fond of your annoying traits. He just didn't realize it until just now - and he feared that it might be too late.

"Kite"

He jumped out of his skin as you appeared beside him, your bloodshot eyes causing his heart to stop all together. All he wanted to do was give in and pull you into him, comfort you and promise to never hurt you again. But he didn't.

He didn't do anything, and that's what hurt you the most.

You sniffled before turning on your heel to head back to the camp, you had to leave, you were losing yourself. "Wait. Wait Y/n" his voice was calm at first but turned frantic as you ignored him. He tried to keep up with you but you were determined to get away. "Y/n, wait I'm sorry" his hand finally wrapped around your wrist, stopping you from moving any further. You ignored the way your body shivered from the cold and buzzed from the adrenaline, all you felt was pain. Closing your eyes, you took in a deep and shaky breath. Why was it all so numb. It felt as if every nerve in your body was frozen, but then, something happened.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling your back to his chest as he surrounded you in him and only him. The warmth of his body alleviated the cold while the action alone woke up your nervous system. The broken sob flying from your lips made him grip you tighter before turning you around to be fully in his embrace. "I'm so sorry" he whispered out shakily, hand coming up to comb through your hair while the other traced a finger up and down your spine. You continued to cry, but you weren't sure if it was from relief or sadness. Maybe it was both. All you knew though was that leaving Kite was easier said than done. Because you loved him.

"Please Y/n, don't leave me"

And he loved you too.

#kite hxh imagine #kite imagine #kite imagines #kite x reader #kite hunter x hunter #kite hxh imagines #kite hxh #hunter x hunter reader #hunter x hunter imagines #hxh imagine #hxh imagines #hunter x hunter imagine #hunterxhunter imagines #hunterxhunter imagine

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thelaurenshippen · 4 months

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Hey, I've got a question about Breaker Whiskey, but I firstly also wanted to say that I've been following your work since I somehow stumbled upon Bridgewater and really enjoy your fictional podcasts as well as Dashboard Diaries very much. I don't have as much irl friends who share my fangirl/tumblr side so it's a really nice to have you to listen to. My question is (if you'd be willing to share) wether the storyline of Breaker Whiskey is already entirely mapped out, maybe even written completely, or if it's more a story that develops over time and you don't know yet how many episodes it'll be? I just keep wondering bc of the slow pace of it, which I really enjoy!

hello!! thank you so much for listening to all those shows!! it means the world to me <3 I especially really understand the struggle of not having irl fandom friends - it took me years to find folks who were as unhinged as I am.

GREAT question about Breaker Whiskey - the answer is a little yes, a little no. part of why I wanted to write it in the first place is because I really missed the experience of writing @thebrightsessions - I had a broad idea of where I wanted that story to go, but it morphed as we went along and building the track as the train was barreling forward was really scary but creatively rewarding. so there has definitely been intentional blank spaces left for myself in writing BW.

there are a few things I knew right from the start:

I want to do the show for a year (260 episodes) and in that year, I will be the only voice

the show is ultimately about the relationship between whiskey and harry, even as the larger plot takes place

I've honed in on details since but I knew what whiskey and harry were doing when "The Incident" happened and I knew what the big event was and what it wasn't

there aren't going to be substantial answers for the first six months

very early on, I knew what I wanted the last few episodes of that 260 run to be, and that has largely stayed the same. I know vaguely the "ending" I'm headed toward, even if I'm not positive it will end after 260

some of these things have shifted a little as I've written and received the listener messages (which have been some of the morse messages and have nudged the plot in interesting directions), but the slow pace was really the point, so I'm so glad you're enjoying it! it's hard. it's hard not to rush ahead and hard to feel some listeners' frustrations around the pace (which I get!). but I miss filler episodes. I miss 22 episode seasons. I miss character development happening over 8 seasons. I miss having to wait week to week, year to year, to see stories move forward. @breakerwhiskey is all of that to the extreme.

so, god, classic me, I've barely answered your question--in short, it will be at least 260 episodes, I actually have the rest of those episodes very broadly outlined, and beyond that...I have absolutely NO idea. it is pretty time consuming to do, and it's all free work, so I'm not sure I'd be able to sustain it forever, but I do like the idea of doing it for a while!

I hope this answered your question and thanks for asking!

#answered #breaker whiskey #writing

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After stumbling her way through multiple corridors in the dark, seemingly abandoned hospital she had woken up in, Rain finally came across another soul. "Oliveira...? That you, man?"

@wanderingaroundwithmysoul

Things had gone so bad so quickly on this mission that even a seasoned soldier like Carlos was a little bit in shock. His platoon was given such limited information going in, and granted he'd forced the issue by jumping out of a helicopter before they'd reached their ordered drop-off location, but... Geezus, this was bad. Training for the U.B.C.S. was pretty standard military training, with a side order of here's how to handle panicked civilians affected by various biological agents. "Agents." Carlos wished he'd gotten a lot more clarification for that term, because he never in a million years expected it to be crazed, virally-infected human beings.

His experiences dealing with guerilla warfare in Brazil in his youth had conditioned him to some extent on how to deal with full-on combat breaking out in the middle of civilian streets, but... this... This was something entirely different. No matter how radicalized people became, they still had instincts, senses of self-preservation, or some kind of morals or stakes that could be appealed to to some degree to get them to stand down. These people... it was like they had rabies or something that affected their brain function. They just kept coming, regardless of the imminent danger to their lives. Regardless of being told to stay where you are or I'll shoot.

Yuri had fallen first. Bitten by one of those things, and then... well, he became as crazed as they were. It was some kind of transmittable biological agent, Carlos had determined, though he didn't know how to protect against it. It seemed to be a lot like rabies in that the sufferers would eventually become uncontrollably aggressive and seek to bite others to transmit the pathogen.

The rabies virus, Carlos knew, had mechanisms to make its host more aggressive in the final stages, when the host was dying, so that the virus would be passed on through bites and other contact with blood or saliva and not die with the host. Maybe... this was something similar? He could only speculate, because his employers were mum about the details, especially after he'd reported Yuri's demise. As soon as he began radioing back that any of his group was infected... Umbrella went radio silent on them. That was when Carlos knew he really had a serious problem on his hands.

Nikolai had been the next to die, taken down by dogs infected by whatever this was that was killing people. Apparently it wasn't limited to human hosts, but also affected dogs, cats, birds... you name it. Carlos had done his best to try and protect him but... it was too late. Now he found himself trying to track some kind of supply drop he'd seen be delivered by helicopter after his last radio. He wasn't entirely sure it was to do with his platoon, but it was something, some form of communication from Umbrella, and so he felt compelled to check it out.

He'd zeroed in on the Racoon City General Hospital, but as soon as he entered the place, he knew something was very wrong. It was empty. And silent. During a crisis? During a life-and-death biohazard situation in which people were being bitten, scratched, torn apart, and literally eaten alive... the hospital was... empty? That made no sense to him. Cautiously, he held his semi-automatic rifle at the ready as he moved methodically through the building, looking for whatever had dropped from that helicopter. He'd found nothing thus far, until he turned a corner and-

"Ocampo?" Carlos said, immediately lowering his rifle upon seeing his friend and Umbrella comrade. He was glad to see a familiar face, but even so, his brow furrowed. "They didn't tell us they were deploying Sanitation as well," he mused, before looking her over, taking a couple steps towards her. "Are you alright? What happened to you?" She really didn't look good, if he was being honest. Then again, nobody was looking great right now, given the situation here.

He tossed his rifle behind him to his right side, leaving it hanging by its strap as he took out a semi-automatic pistol. "Here," he said, offering it to her along with a couple of magazines. "The situation's gone to hell in the city. My platoon was overrun within minutes. I'm all that's left. Umbrella's not responding to my evac calls. We're gonna have to fight our way out."

#wanderingaroundwithmysoul #carlos rp #{ we’ve just been expended } ᵃᵖᵒᶜᵃˡʸᵖˢᵉ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ #{yassss.... let's get these two killin' zambies together lol}#{i've always headcanoned that the u.b.c.s. and sanitation teams were all friends}#{like they worked together... maybe dormed together in the hive or elsewhere nearby}#{so i always count rain and kaplan and others as part of carlos' background}#{friends and training buddies and the like}

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vivi-the-goblin · 1 year

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We really did go through a lot to find pokemon in gen 3, didn't we? Especially since this was the days before consistent internet access, reliable guides, and solid coverage. You want Milotic? ok, so there are 6 random unmarked tiles in this entire river which have a 50% spawn rate, and it re-randomizes if you talk to an NPC on the other side of the map. You find it? Cool, go to the contests and raise its beauty stat to max with pokeblocks, remembering that if you don't raise it to max within a small number of pokeblocks it will just refuse to eat more. How many pokeblocks? depends. Anyway, Congrats! Oh, you want the regi's? ok, in the middle of a swirling maze of sea tiles that shove you, off in the middle of nowhere, find a small Diving spot and go to wall. There's a message in braille for you there saying to dive again, hope you know what braille is. Inside are many more braille tablets. go to the back wall, use dig, which I hope you have, and also I hope you have a waillord in the last slot of your party and relicanth (5% spawn in underwater grass on 2 routes) in the first. Do that, and 3 random rocks in the middle of nowhere all over the map will open, your hint to this is "a door opened somewhere far away." Find those obscure caves for more obscure braille hints like "wait twice" (don't move for 2 minutes). Congrats! careful not to knock them out though, only one chance. Oh, look the TV's flashing, but it's not the name rater show like it has been the whole game, it's a news report! It's somewhere, and it's red! What is it, and where? Red! Unknown to you, it's a different somewhere every time you enter a door, but good luck! Especially since it immediately runs and keeps the same HP between encounters, make sure not to knock it out :) Wynaut? Well this random tiny town has an old man saying whether he can see an island today. In the 1/10923 to 1/65536 chance that he can (depends on how many pokemon you have with you), go in the direction of that window and you'll find a new island with them. Bagon? previously unreachable section in a midgame cave, very back room, chance to spawn. Hope you aren't wearing repels! Beldam? Yeah it's in the champ's house in a corner of the map, a building and city you've otherwise looted already. Spheal, Snorunt? Yeah there's a cave whose tide changes throughout the day, go there at different times and there's different parts available. solve puzzles at both times and you can get a shell bell! And remember, this was 2003. Parents were either very controlling of your internet or outright banning it in fear of you getting kidnapped or getting their info hacked. Internet safety was taught in schools because it was a wild west where you could easily stumble onto anything, less corporate sanitization than a run down subway system. So running to it wasn't most people's first thought, and there was a good chance nobody would have what you were looking for, if you even knew how to find the right people. There's something wonderful to be said for those days. If you DID manage to get the regi's, you were likely the only kid at school to, and you felt like an ADVENTURER! You found old ruins in hidden untouched corners, with a language you may have never heard of before! You deciphered it and solved thier riddles to find something ancient and unlike anything you'd seen! And all by yourself, or the forum you stumbled on to figure it out with other explorers! It felt amazing! That said, they were right to dial it back in the future. Gen 4 probably had the best overall balance on these. Still, every time people get upset over a Malamar or Runerigus, I can't help but smile. That was part of the appeal, once upon a time. It always feels like they're saying "this one's for you, thanks for sticking around."

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letthewhumpbegin · 1 year

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Heal Me - The Mandalorian

Fandom: The Mandalorian Characters: Din Djarin, Grogu Prompt: This was written for the prompt 'Magical Healing' for @amonthofwhump's March Trope-a-Thon. Requested by: anonymous Notes with request: i know it's not really magical healing but maybe Grogu using his force healing to safe Mando? possible set in season 1 where Mando didnt know about all of grogu's abilities yet? Word count: 828 Warnings: contains mentions of blood, stabbing and near-death experience

The moment the blade pierced his skin, Din knew he was in trouble. It dug deep into his side, right in between two parts of his armor, and wounded him badly. The mission he was on was fairly simple: retrieving a stolen item and returning it to its rightful owner, but this seemingly serious injury complicated things hugely.

Din stumbled back on board the Crest. Even though seriously wounded, he had managed to kill his attacker, but it had cost him plenty of strength. He already couldn't walk a straight line anymore without stumbling or losing his balance and having the sensation of nearly passing out.

Before he had set out on his mission, Din had taken good care to hide the Crest from view of passersby. It was unlikely for unwanted guests to accidentally stumble upon it, so for at least a little while Din should be safe here aboard his ship.

The entrance hatch fell audibly shut behind him, and that was cue for Din's strength to give out on him completely. He sank to the floor with a whimper in pain. The hand he had pressed against the wound to his side as he had struggled back to the Crest, came back worryingly bloody.

Din knew he was in a lot of trouble, because this was a big amount of blood. Too big.... And he was still losing more...

Where he first was still able to sit somewhat upright, he now slowly sagged sideways until he lay on his side. Din felt his strength quickly drain from him as more and more blood spilled from his wound. He made a feeble attempt to keep pressure on it, but his shaking hands wouldn't oblige much anymore.

Din suddenly felt so cold, like he had stepped into an ice bath. With every erratic beat of his heart, more blood was pumped through his trembling fingers pressed into the wound. He had trouble keeping his mind focused, and each breath he took seemed to provide less oxygen.

Through his blurry and darkening vision, Din just registered Grogu waddling in his direction. Oh, how he had failed the child! Because Din was sure now he was going to bleed out right here on the floor of his ship, and what would then become of Grogu?

"I'm sorry, kid..." His words were a breath leaving his lips, and with it his consciousness. Din was just aware of his hands falling involuntarily away from his wound, before his eyes fell shut and he expected never to wake up again.

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Was this the paradise you were promised after death? Because, if it was, it was nothing as expected. You weren't supposed to feel bad there, and right now Din felt like had been trampled by a Mudhorn. His entire body hurt, but there also was a strange warmth coursing through him. He wasn't sure whether it was pleasant or not, but somehow it put him at ease and calmed a fear he wasn't consciously aware of.

Din slowly opened his eyes. He recognized the interior of his trusted Crest, and slowly came to the realization that he wasn't dead after all. But how was that possible? With the injury he had sustained, he should have bled out by now.

A soft coo caught his attention, and Din only now realized Grogu was sitting by his side. The little creature had his hands held gently against Din's side and looked fully concentrated on something. It took Din a few seconds to realize the source of the warmth spreading through his body, was Grogu's hands.

"What..." Din slowly moved his aching body to be able to see what Grogu was doing. To his astonishment, where just shortly before a gaping wound to his side had been, now was unbroken skin again. The blood stains on his clothes and the pool of Din's blood Grogu now sat in, were the only evidence there had ever even been an injury.

"Did you... did you heal me?" Din stammered. Grogu replied with another coo and a small flap of his ears, which Din took as confirmation. "How?" Din was dumbstruck and still struggled to fully comprehend what had just happened.

But an answer to that he didn't get. A sound like a deep sigh escaped Grogu as he slumped forward into Din's side, all energy spent from the effort of healing Din's wound. "Whoa, easy, kid." Din took Grogu in his arms and held him close to his chest, letting the little creature rest against the breastplate of his armor.

Din didn't understand a thing of this. He had always known there was something special about Grogu, but healing people? That was something else entirely.

Din remained where he lay, with Grogu in his arms, on the floor of the Crest. He slowly felt the strength return to him, but he wasn't sure whether his legs would already carry him again.

He didn't understand a thing of all this yet, but he knew damn sure that Grogu's inexplicable ability had healed him and that it had saved his life. And for that, Din was utterly grateful.

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newwwwusername · 11 months

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Hey! Is it alright if I can request a JTHM AU fic wherein he is a very famous goth alternative rock singer? He’s still a murderer and everything else, but he’s also famous, whether he loves it or hates it.

Chronology : The AU described in the request Pairing(s) : Johnny & Psycho Doughboy & Mr. Eff Headcanon(s) : Musician!Johnny Author's note : Part of this was inspired by the plot of Picture This by Vincent V. Cava

Johnny hadn't intended to become a famous musician.

No, truly, he hadn't. He tried to avoid attention as much as possible, though he also loathed the ones who ignored him. Somewhere in his brain, he knew it was an irrational way to live but he was way too far gone to give a shit.

Regardless, when he started posting his nonsensical songs to the internet, he wasn't planning on being famous. Even if that was the plan, he wasn't sure it was possible with his set-up : A slightly out of tune electric guitar plugged into a staticky amp combined with his almost indie-pop voice didn't seem like a good combination on paper.

He did it for fun. He wanted some sort of outlet for whenever he had to lay low from the authorities. These periods were hard for him and made him feel more suicidal than he usually did, because he couldn't kill. Killing was his biggest passion at the end of the day so, when he had to stop for whatever reason, it was torturous.

The music distracted and, soon enough, views and comments began to flood in. He wasn't sure how so many people had suddenly stumbled upon his videos, but they had and now he was a household name among edgy goth kids.

Fucking shoot me now he thought to himself when he realized this. I'm a household name among edgy goth kids

He was also a bit concerned that the sudden attention would draw the attention of the police but, by some miracle, that level of risk stayed the same as it always had.

The comments varied from aggressive hate to venting to praise and it was a bit hard to navigate.

what kind of fuckin sociopath sings ab this sht??

hey j, i wanna thank you 4 the songs youve been posting. i feel seen for the first time in my life

nice work

this is really gay :/

"Gay? Really, what kind of useless prick resorts to such lowly, gross insults- Not only are they insulting me, but an entire subsect of people over harmless guitar tones" he scoffed. "I swear to all things in this world I will kill each and every one of these worthless stains hiding behind their disgusting screen names" he declared to no one in particular. "Don't think I won't!"

"Do it" Mr. Eff encouraged. "People are stupid and leave way too much information out in the public" he continued. "It wouldn't be that hard to track them down. Knowing your luck, there's probably a few within the city"

"Or you could just kill yourself" Psycho Doughboy suggested. "They're not wrong in saying your music is shit"

"I know what I'll do" Johnny stood up with a newfound energy. "I shall perform at local bars" he turned to the Doughboys, which smiled at him wickedly. "Any hecklers will see the end of their days, and it would make good money on the side"

"Who in their right mind would tip you for your garbage?" Psycho asked. Johnny laughed manically.

"They don't have to be in their right mind" Johnny countered. "They just need cash"

"He's not wrong" Mr. Eff smiled. The other Doughboy elbowed him in the side, getting an irritated groan in response.

"This is it, guys" Johnny smiled, opening his front door. He dragged his equipment outside to be put in his wheelbarrow and carted off to the nearest bar. "I've found my new purpose"

With that, he shut the door, leaving the Doughboys stationary and lifeless.

#jthm #johnny the homicidal maniac #fanfic #fanfiction #requests open #musician au #nny #johnny c #mr eff #psycho doughboy #inspired by picture this - vincent v cava

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age-of-moonknight · 8 months

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hi! hope you're doing well. i got a question for you about the what if with marc's funeral, if that's okay, and please let me know if i'm missing the mark or overstepping in any way. as a jewish guy, seeing a non-jewish funeral kinda felt bad to me. like marc was already buried, no one who loved him or knew him participated in the burial, and yes the heroes wore their gear instead of traditional mourning clothing, but putting a star of david on the tombstone felt like an afterthought. marlene's 'may your memory be a blessing' was nice, seeing gena and the kids and crawly was like yes those are his people! but overall idk the setup and eulogy wasn't working for me. tldr my question is, what's your take on marc's funeral?

Hey! Thanks for stopping by! I guess before I say anything I should preface this by mentioning that I’m honestly just some dude on the internet and I really shouldn’t be considered an authority on anything. I’ve just read an unfortunately large number of comics and while I do dedicate a lot of time to learning as much as I can about anything, I definitely shouldn’t be considered an expert on matters as richly complex and integral to people’s very identities as religion or culture. In other words, I definitely appreciate you starting this conversation, but I really can’t offer anything more than a personal opinion that everyone should just take with a grain of salt.

But!!! thank you for sending this message, because, yeah, I realize that sometimes I can get so swept up in any writer even acknowledging that Marc is Jewish that I forget that, “oh yeah, this could be better and we should be well past the age where we had to hope for even the barest crumbs of representation.”

Accordingly, I fully see where you’re coming from and you’re probably right in that there was more the writer could have done. Even as I write that though, I can already hear the long list of excuses that could be made by devil’s advocates about why Marc’s funeral in What If…? Dark: Moon Knight was presented as it was. Most probably could be pretty easily refuted by anyone that wants better from the comic industry, but, hey, that’s comics: they thrive on intense, impassioned reader discussion and can somehow be ahead of their time in terms of cultural sensitivity AND painfully slow in breaking out of some really poor ways of depicting cultures, races, and religions.

[Putting in a read more because this got a little long (sorry all, mea culpa)]

But yeah, some of those excuses I can imagine include, first among them, space limitations. The creators had one page to depict the funeral in the single issue allotted to telling Marlene’s story of becoming Luminary. People could easily say something offhand and questionable like, “oh yeah, Marc’s mom sat shiva, but it all happened off panel,” but that explanation always feels a little cheap to me, as I know for fact that comic artists can get very creative with how they format a page to include critical information, but, eh, there it is.

Some people in these situations sometimes bring up the point that authors that share a background with the characters they depict can approach matters with a good understanding of what’s appropriate/significant. I can see the validity of that approach, but from the (admittedly brief) research I did, I haven’t found any conclusive statements on the writer’s background at least and I personally would rather not make any assumptions/speculations. (Again, that’s strictly a personal thing, because in my line of work, I come across a lot of bad actors who, from their perspective, “““accuse””” people of being certain races or ethnic backgrounds and I am,,,,very tired). Plus, that’s not necessarily a cure all, at least that’s what I’ve gathered from the heated debates on Bemis’ Moon Knight run that I still stumble upon on occasion.

The next thing that comes to mind, well, I don’t want to sound like I’m entirely absolving the creators since, sure, they probably could have done more, but I’m so used to grappling with the bad hands comic books deal me, that sometimes I propose what I guess could be referred to as Watsonian interpretations??? Like, yeah, this was ultimately written like this because creators are flawed, but I cope by trying to puzzle out in-universe explanations. In this case, I see this as potentially being some sort of hazy, not quite well constructed, reflection of Marc’s complex relationship with his background that characterized his adult life. Elias Spector, who frequently represents Marc’s connection to his past and how he wrestles with really complex questions of religion and identity, is dead by this point of time in both of Marc’s established origins, and while I am sure the organizers of Marc’s funeral, like Marlene and Frenchie, fully and deeply loved him, I’m just not sure if Marc ever communicated to them what they should specifically do for his funeral (fully traditional or as small/nondescript as possible if he even thought he deserved/would get a funeral), as enigmatic and….not always forthcoming in discussing such matters Marc circa Marc Spector: Moon Knight was, so they did their best.

But gosh, even as I write that out, that’s such a load of copium. I’ll admit that my fondness for the comic book genre results in me desperately trying to hammer something worthwhile out of sometimes (or frequently????) mediocre material, so thanks again for sharing your thoughts! You are well and away within your rights to not be satisfied with how the matter was handled and I know I thoroughly appreciate your critical eye. Arguably, it is only by such a capacity for critique that the industry will ever shake off some of its worst aspects that still haunt it and evolve into something really consistently worthwhile.

#Knight Mail #@anon my apologies I hope this makes sense because it seems I get out of work and I promptly forget how to put the bottom line up front #thanks to anyone who bothered to read it all hahaha and to anon in particular #as this turned into stream of consciousness commentary on rep in comics (????) or something???#because yeah….I’m just some person who’s read a lot of Moon Knight comics #I always love discussing things with people but my thoughts/opinions are technically of no quantifiable value #so I always love hearing what other people think :D

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alienaiver · 1 year

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oh, for the little writing game how about sakusa wasn't sure if it was a wonderful sign or a sign of disaster but he knew...

also, sorry in advance if the prompt is not very useful haha (๑^-^;๑) i'm sending you lots of love, nohr ♡ you are a fantastic writer!!

ELLE !!!! this one RAN from me i swear i have no idea how it got so long...... it was so fun!!!!!! i hope you enjoy it! im not sure if its exactly what you envisioned but i hope it works all the same and makes you smile !! i love a little lovesick-but-very-awkward sakusa so much.... have a whole fic in my mind for him about being Like That with msby supporting him in woo'ing you //sobs hes SO GOOD had to give this a read more bcos it got long and dont wanna attack anyone with the length LKJFESKFJS <33333

send me a sentence + character and ill write a short scenario where the sentence's included!

Sakusa’s late. It’s a long list of annoying circumstances that makes him late for the last practice of the season – one that he’s been dreading because not much has gone his way and ending it on a negative note grates him. He’s in need of a new phone currently and while that may seem unrelated, it’s unfortunately not. His alarm clock – that Miya talks shit about because who uses alarm clocks in 2022? – laid it’s life last winter and he hasn’t been able to find one that’s the same.

Which is important, because the sound of the clock is what matters and his old one was right.

So he’s been using his phone the past year and it hasn’t been much of a problem for the first part until the battery mysteriously started being unreliable. First, he cursed the charger and bought two or three new ones before he had to finally admit it had nothing to do with those – but that his six-year-old Huawei was about to say goodbye.

Which is still impressive because back then he picked the phone based on the price and didn’t expect it to last as long as it has. He was a broke student at the time and while he isn’t one now, the phone market has become so over-saturated and frankly overwhelming. Every time he goes online to check out which phone to purchase there’s a long list of perks that makes him decide on one – and then he stumbles upon a Reddit post that tells of the longest lists of downsides he’s ever seen.

And it’s like this with every phone he finds. Which pisses him off and he’s been putting off getting a new one precisely for that reason. Komori’s talked about just getting the first and best one since they’ll all have drawbacks but it seems like too a significant choice to just leave up to random chance – what if one of the exact downsides are what he needs the most?

But his alarms didn’t go off – and last night he came in late because Bokuto, Hinata and Miya insisted on watching movies and eating together. If they mention how late he stayed, he’ll probably tell them he felt it rude to leave. If he wasn’t so grumpy from waking up on the wrong side of bed, he’d have told them he had fun. Genuine fun.

He opens the doors to the arena they train in and go straight to the changing rooms. He’s trying to turn on his phone as he walks, knowing the way by heart. Considering that others might walk on his exact route wasn’t on his mind today, so the impact he feels at walking straight into you and dropping his phone makes him yelp out loud. He inhales sharply to try and mask his embarrassment from making the sound of loud. He narrows his eyes as he watches you, keeping himself as neutral as possible.

Of all days, he meets you today.

Sakusa’s not sure if it’s a wonderful sign or a sign of disaster but he knew… today would be the day he asks you out. After all, he won’t have a reason to come here for a while as off-season begins.

There’s a small café in the sports arena that mostly sells sports drinks and quick foods for the athletes who come here. You work there and every day you sell him all the sports drinks for the entire team. He volunteers to pick them up every time so he can have a chance to talk with you but fails miserably every time. It always becomes a stuttering string of words as he pays for the drinks and bows at you before he awkwardly tries to balance them all in his arms.

Once, you even helped him carry them. He blushed the entire way and said not a single word to you.

You apologize and bend down to pick up his phone. The screen is shattered to pieces – no luck turning that on now, he thinks. You start to apologize profusely as you realize what’s happened and he yells, “it’s okay, it was”- he clears his throat to control his volume- “broken anyway!”

You nod but still let out a final apology, “I have to get a new one too, it’s just so annoying to find one between all the brands…” you scratch at your scalp with frustration. Sakusa’s eyes lights up – a common subject!

“Do you want to buy new ones together?”

Fuck. That’s too direct. You laugh and your smile takes his breath away, “…sure? It might be nice to discuss it with someone besides the seller trying to make a buck!” you nod, “you’re Sakusa, right?”

You introduce yourself properly for the first time and it’s not until Miya comes and yell for him to hurry or coach’s gonna kill you that he’s able to leave your side.

“Come by the café in your break and I can give you my contact information!” you promise him as you watch him walk away. Sakusa steals not one but two glances back at you before the door to the changing rooms closes behind him. He’s never been happier about a broken phone in his life.

#idk if the premise makes a lot of sense.... but it was so fun!!!!#haikyuu fluff #sakusa kiyoomi fluff #i wanna write so much sakusa... hes rotating like a little chinken nunget in my head every other day i just.. HES SO ADORABLE AND HANDSOME #THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS <333333 #nohr.talks #lovenote: elle 🧽✨#nohr.writing #nohr.hq

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rjalker · 1 year

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almost forgot to write down my dream since it took so long to hook the wifi back up.

wow brain that sure was philosophical too bad it's wasted on meee

Anyways, feel free to use this as a writing prompt >.>

there was a group of people and they were all together as one group, friends or family or something like that, and they as a group discovered what they thought was an injured person, who'd fallen down a steep hill and injured its leg so it couldn't walk without help.

And people being people, they volunteered to help carry it back to the cave they were all camping out in (because they were poor, because they were camping for fun, or because it was the apocalypse, I don't know. I feel like it was post-apocalypse somehow.)

They spent three days and two nights talking to their guest, getting to know it, asking it where it'd been and sharing jokes. Their guest was friendly and open and was happy to share any information it could. They bandaged the wound on its leg and set it up with pillows and cushions so it would be comfortable sitting or lying down while it healed.

On the fourth morning, the morning person woke up before everyone else, like always. They went about their morning routine like normal and eventually everyone else woke up too. Except for their guest, who still seemed to be asleep. They were all fine with this, it's not like they had a schedule to keep, and sleeping would be good for healing, right?

Well. Eventually they decided to wake their guest up.

only to realize that it was dead.

And not even just "dead", it was completely immobile, frozen like stone. Like it had never been able to move in the the first place.

None of these people had ever seen any real dead people before, but they knew rigor mortis was a thing, so, shocked and upset, they assumed that that's all this was, and after a while of just...flipping out and trying to figure out what could possibly have happened to kill their friend (They hadn't had any open wounds for infection, hadn't seemed sick, hadn't been bitten by anything or eaten anything that could have killed them, hadn't shown any signs of allergies, nothing!) they collectively tried to get their wits together and decided to find a spot to bury it.

They didn't have any shovels or real digging tools, though, so that plan was quickly thrown out when they realized exactly how big of a hole would have to be dug to fit an entire body into it, so they instead opted to gather as many rocks as they could, dug a wide hole as deep as they could, and carried the body there. They covered it with the soil, and then piled the rocks they'd collected on top, not even entirely sure what the purpose of this was, but they'd seen it in movies and thought it'd be more respectful than just leaving the body out in the open somewhere, especially because they didn't want anyone stumbling upon it without warning.

And then...they got on with their lives, saddened and confused and scared but there wasn't anything they could do about it. They brought bucketfulls of water up to the cave to wash the parts their friend had touched in case of germs, and then just...kept on doing whatever it was they did all day.

At some point later, they met another group of travelers, who went on to tell them stories of robots who'd been created by "the DC" before the world ended, who could still sometimes be found wandering around if you got lucky. They looked like people, could walk and talk and could even eat and drink realistically. They were chatbots given the ability to walk around and move on their own, they could make facial expressions and everything...but they were still just chatbots.

They didn't really know anything.

They didn't know that they existed in the first place, let alone that their bodies were made of a synthetic material that could function almost indefinitely...as long as it was constantly moving in some way, flexing and stretching and reshaping the material.

Like walking, for instance.

The chatbot they'd found and thought they'd befriended was not aware of the fact that sitting and lying almost perfectly still for three days to help its injured knee heal would be enough to kill it. The material it was made of had to be kept in constant motion, or it would start to crystalize, and if it hardened past a certain point, the mechanical "brain" of the robot would be destroyed.

None of them had known that in trying to help the chatbot, they'd be assuring its destruction.

And it wasn't a person, it was just a chatbot, so it hadn't even been aware of the fact that it was dying. It wasn't even aware of the fact that it existed in the first place.

#Rjalker has weird dreams #WTF #excuse me what the fuck #writing prompts #horror #science fiction #scifi #ask to tag

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