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thefanficmonster · 2 years

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You Look Happier

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral - They/Them pronouns used)

Warnings: Post Break-up Angst, Swearing, Heartbreak

Genre: Angst, Song fic (Happier by Ed Sheeran), RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse’s struggles following the break up between him and Y/N perfectly described through the song lyrics of the song Happier by Ed Sheeran.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your request, it was my first song fic one and I’m really happy to be writing it. Hope you enjoy the fic despite the wait. Love, Vy ❤

“Walking down 29th and Park”

I’ve never been one to be keen on going out when it isn’t necessary. If I wanted a breath of fresh air I’d just spend some time in the safety of the semi-outdoors of my balcony. However now, even as I’m fully in the outside world, protected by no walls to preserve my identity, I still feel suffocated like those walls, instead of being around me are crushing me underneath their weight.

What I see next only adds to that weight...

“I saw you in another’s arms“

Oh for fuck’s sake.

Why are they here? No, that’s a dumb question. They live in the same city and frequent the same places. They were the ones who brought me to them and introduced me to a world where no one knew me. I was on their territory, not vice versa.

But the sight of them itself isn’t what has frozen me dead in the middle of the side walk - it’s the person walking alongside Y/N with an arm around their waist, completely ignorant to my presence, luckily for me.

Or to my dismay, I’m not even sure what to feel anymore.

“Only a month we’ve been apart...“

It’s been a month and then some after the break up I initiated. I was the one to put an end to it, I have no right to feel anything, especially not this tiny evil sense of betrayal that’s lurking inside my chest. Thankfully it’s significantly smaller than the other emotions in there but they aren’t that great either: jealousy, dread, sorrow, utter and unbearable pain.

The need to run to them and beg for their forgiveness. Beg for them to take me back, promise that I’ve changed and that I’m no longer that same idiot who valued my own personal gain and privacy over the person who cared about me with all their heart.

“You look happier...“

But I can’t do that. Not when they look so happy with him. I can’t ruin another great thing for Y/N, they don’t deserve that. I’ve already done enough. I capsized our boat, but they thankfully swam away instead of drowning like I still am.

“Saw you walk inside a bar“

It hurts to see them walking into that bar which we frequented so much the staff memorized our schedules and orders with someone else. It hurts to see that they’re running down the same routine but with someone who isn’t me. It made me feel special, every time they took me to a place they liked and enjoyed going to. I felt like I was getting little snippets of them in all those bars, pubs and diners. It all felt so natural. So real. So lovely.

“He said something to make you laugh“

I watch through the glass at the front of the street side bar, sitting down on one of the stools by the outside tables, hoping and praying to God they don’t see me. But how could they when they’re so enchanted by this wonderful guy. He’s handsome, tall, blonde, charming, humorous, basically checks off all the boxes for anyone to fall for him. However, what bugs me most is the last one - the humor. Y/N always said that the way to their heart is for a person to get a genuine laugh out of them. That is basically their love spell. And this guy is casting a spell, alright. Without even fucking trying.

“I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours“

It may be the whole weight of this situation crippling me and turning my brain into nothing but a sad mush but I really can’t remember a time we were that happy together. I’ve never made Y/N laugh like that, I’ve never even made them smile so widely

And man, does that fucking sting. It’s insane what you realize when you see a person you thought was happy with you be actually happy with someone else.

“Yeah, you look happier, you do“

Maybe it’s for the best I flipped that boat, cut them their losses...

“Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you“

After all, I was constantly hurting Y/N without realizing it. I was assuming what they wanted and what they wanted our relationship to be, never actually asking them. Maybe it’s for the best that I put an end to it...

I remember the night they finally snapped after overhearing me tell my friends that they were just a roommate when their voice was picked up by the mic as they were taking a phone call in the hall. Yes, I said they were a roommate. Not even a friend, a roommate.

What’s worse is that instead of apologizing, I gaslighted them. I told Y/N that it was for the best no one knew our relationship status for their own privacy sake. But unlike me, they know how to read a person properly and didn’t think twice about smacking me across the face with it.

“My privacy or yours, Corpse?! Or are you just embarrassed of me? Go on, you can tell me, I won’t be mad. After all, what do I have to be mad about, we’re just roommates anyway.“

“Y/N, don’t blow this out of proportion.“

“Oh, I’m blowing it out of proportion?“

“Yes! Like you do with everything, for fuck’s sake.“

“But ain’t nobody love you like I do“

God, I wish I was able to tell them. I wish I got the guts to tell them. I wish I could’ve swallowed that insane ego and pride of mine and said what I never said. The sad truth is, that Y/N will never know how much I loved them. How much I still love them and how clueless I am when it comes to showing and expressing it. They’ll never know, cause I never once said those three words to them. Not. Even. Fucking. Once.

“Promise that I will not take it personal, baby, if you’re moving on with someone new“

It hurts, it hurts so fucking much to see them sit at our table with a new potential or concrete partner, drink their usual drink, look at him the way they used to look at me. It almost feels like they know I’m watching them and they’re doing it on purpose to prove a point. But even if that were the case, they’d have every right to shove it in my face how badly I fucked up.

I deserve it.

“Cause baby you look happier, you do“

All that matters currently is how happy they look to be with him. How much they’ve changed for the better since I’ve stepped out of their life. Now that shit is worse than anything I could imagine. To see someone flourish without you, a telltale sign that you were holding them back, that’s certain to shatter your heart, at least that’s how mine works.

“My friends told me one day I’ll feel it too“

It’s ironic - I never told my friends we were dating but I did tell them about the break up. The motherfucking irony.

After the initial shock, they all agreed that what I did was pretty fucking bad but they also told me to lighten up. They were insistent on the fact that if I wasn’t the one for Y/N, then they definitely weren’t the one for me too and I should learn from the experience and leave it behind.

“I could try to smile to hide the truth“

I agreed, more to make them feel better about their generic advice that I could’ve found on a motivational post on Instagram than anything. I agreed, hoping that a placebo effect would occur and brainwash me into thinking that too.

“But I know I was happier with you“

It didn’t work, it still hasn’t worked.

I’m still so in love with Y/N just like from the moment we first got to actually talking, to the moments I saw them walking out of my apartment, their packed suitcase in hand. Walking out of my life. I never stopped being head-over-heels for them. I never stopped loving them or loved them any less. This isn’t a situation where I love them now just because I no longer have them. I never stopped loving them. I was just a self-centered idiot, afraid of the powerful feeling that were wracking my mind and soul. They still are, I’ve just come to term with them, learned that they aren’t anything to be afraid of.

What I am afraid of is that I’ve come to that realization too late. That I lost my one shot at truly being happy. I can’t imagine myself happier with anyone else besides Y/N.

“But baby you look happier, you do“

But the fact still stands that, unlike me, they have found a lot greater happiness with someone else. I’d hate myself if I ever let my selfishness ruin that for them.

“I knew that one day you’d fall for someone new“

I always knew they deserved better. Someone who wouldn’t be afraid to openly show his or her love for them. Someone who wouldn’t hesitate to kiss them in public, or hold their hand, or introduce them to their friends as their romantic partner. Someone who’d do all the things I was afraid to do.

“But if he breaks your heart like lovers do“

I definitely have no moral high ground to be saying this considering what I’ve done, but I swear on my heart and soul and everything I own that if he breaks Y/N’s heart he’ll pay a high price. Yes, that’s very hypocritical of me to say and think, but I don’t care. I’d do anything to prevent them from going through something like that again and/or punish the person who puts them in the same situation I did.

Hypocriticalness be damned.

“Just know that I’ll be waitin’ here for you“

I know I’m the last person Y/N would turn to for comfort in a break up situation or any relationship problems at that, but God knows I’d do anything to let them know I’ll always be there for them, no matter what. No matter the time of day, the problem or method of contact - I’d still find my way to them if that’s what they want.

Although I doubt they’ll ever want that again.

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deafsignifcantother · 3 years

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me and my husband

♥ summary: having him as a husband was fun until you discovered what he did in his spare time - and all the lives he took.

♥ relationships: asa emory x deaf gender neutral reader

♥ word count: 1,985

♥ warnings: abusive relationship (using fear as a restraint), reader is mute, reactive abuse

♥ a/n: on my past asa post i got a comment (which i deleted) of someone saying "Deaf and listening to music? Hmmm" which - by the way - a simple google search will tell you that deaf people listen to music. and i hope you guys realize that i am deaf. writing these. so if deaf people didn't lsiten to music (if IIIIII personally didn't listen to music) why would i even include that? i'm so pressed sorry anyway here is an songfic LOL

You clench your chest while hiding in your own home. There are so many things running through your mind. You think about the way he smiles and how it always appears like a cocky smirk. Then, there's the way he laughs, a short chuckle, always cutting off as he composes himself. So many things could have alerted you to his danger. Are you stupid for not detecting it before?

The closet has become your safe place. You sit in here, away from your husband as his proud footsteps vibrate the floor beneath you. You can feel where he is. It calms you. He can't sneak up on you like this. That is what you are worried about - him getting you when you are not paying attention. When you had found out about his hobby (hobby, what a simplistic way to describe it) it stopped you in your tracks. The reaction came delayed and the information was too heavy to even consider. When you think back, you are sure that he had tried to confess to you. He had made past comments about how he kept people, but you thought it was a metaphor, and you had brushed it off.

"Ah, but look at the legs." He had once said, gesturing to the beetle on the ground below. "I have made figures similar in my museum."

When you step out of the closet, you silently close the door, breathing as slowly as you can. The air around you is still. When you breathe it in, it feels as if it is going to be your last breath.

He knows that you know. The energy in the house had shifted - from both parties, and it became something hostile. The hospitality within your home had dissipated alongside the smiles he would give you in the morning.

That night, before he undresses himself to slip into bed, he holds a threatening hand to your neck. He doesn't grab it, nor does he even tighten his grip, but the implication is there. He signs with one hand,

"Without me, you are nothing, so don't you even consider forgetting that."

It's true. Your job, your friends, the chance of a future being single, the idea of making money on your own - it's all gone. It has been for a while. Time in the house was all day, every day, and even if you wanted to leave, you had no car to drive. He keeps you here. Keeps you sane, safe, up until now.

"I won't tell anyone." You sign with an empty facial expression. It feels pointless. All of your memories mean nothing to you. With him, now, you feel like a walking corpse; somebody who is already dead.

Your eyes, your body, your brain, and your heart will be gone. Just another body in his collection.

His hand moves up to your cheek, where he pats you, tilting his head in the slightest. "I know."

And after that, he stopped treating you differently. He went back to kissing your face every morning, to leaving the house after cooking you breakfast, to doing all the husband-y things he was doing before. The days went on and on, and you were beginning to get used to the dial back.

But whenever he walks up behind you and places his hands on your hips, you jump. He has gotten quieter - sneakier. Is he planning something?

When you're alone in the house, you eye the phone, wondering if, in another life, you could pick it up, call someone and leave the house without having to worry about what would happen In a perfect reality, you could talk and tell the police everything.

You can't even imagine Asa in jail.

It would be your fault if anything happened to him. Would you be able to deal with that?

How could he even hurt someone? You try to imagine yourself doing it, standing in that museum and torturing someone. You decide that it would have to be for a reason. In that spot, as the evil one, you actually see your place. If someone pressurized your harmony, or if they threatened your life, you would find it in yourself to hurt them.

Does that make you just as bad as him?

For the last couple of years, it has just been you and him. He was all you needed and all you cared for. You didn't notice that he was stripping you of all your relations, your friends and family, stripping you of your independence and the things that made you human. He gave you enough in return. You talked to his coworkers and his students while he interpreted for you. You went on dinners, ones that his job hosted. You were always flashed as if you were a prized possession.

Maybe that's all you are.

You read his facial expressions even closer now. There is always the furrow of his brow or the pursing of his lips that makes your whole body tighten. What will he do if he's mad at you? Will he hurt you?

You try to search in your memory: has he hurt you before?

There were moments during sex where he would slap you, impact play to an extreme, trying to see if you would make any noises. When none came out, he would give up, but that sadistic twitch in his eye would continue to your romantic life.

His hands have a consistent way of touching your body as if he was examining it.

You think about these things while you do the housework, waiting for him to come home from work. Throughout everything: the fear, the sorrow, the guilt, you continue sticking by him. What else could you do?

When he comes home from work, he puts his jacket around the shoulders of a chair, stepping close to you. You can feel his body - his warmth and his touch. Without saying a thing, he rolls up his sleeves and helps you with dinner. When you look up to him he doesn't advert his eyes to look at you. A part of that makes your cheeks warm.

That night, he signed, "It's your turn."

You were too busy gazing into his eyes to even realize he had taken his turn.

It was when you first moved in with him did you bring, in boxes, your board games. Whenever Asa would bring company, he would force you to bring them out, and he would be friendly as he played with them. Now, alone with you, he is being competitive. It's cute. And it's the Asa you have known.

When you move your piece, he eyes your hands, tilting his head at the view. Your breath stops. There it is again: he's examining you, his eyes searching parts of your body as if you were an opulent display.

"What's work like?" You asked, and when he meets your eyes, you see nothing but a killer.

"Same as it has been."

You nod your head, glancing at his hands, trying to think of how many lives they must have taken. Does he choke people? You can imagine that. The thought of him using a gun is beyond you, you've never even seen him hold one. What about knives? His cooking - skilled, far off from clumsy... it is possible that he uses knives.

He lifts his chin. His eyes ask the question: what are you thinking about?

There's a vacantness in the space, the lack of words between the two of you. You are chewing the inside of your mouth, grinding your teeth before you raise your hands.

"Do you use knives?"

He straightens his shoulders.

"When?"

"At your museum."

He smiles. The one that looks like a smirk.

"Throwing knives."

You just nod, your cheeks feeling like the color red. He's a killer. It's true, he admits it, and he doesn't shy away from the fact. But still, in your head, you can't seem to force yourself to be too worried about it. He hasn't hurt you, not unconsentually, and this thought taunts you like a loaded gun.

What do you have to be scared of?

A lot, you remind yourself. He's the danger: the stranger in your house that you need to be cautious of. Yet, ever since he had been revealed to you, he has done little to further the narrative of psycho serial danger. He's still your husband. He's still the one you belong to.

When he walks through those doors, you know you are being loved - whether it is a normal love or deep admiration, one that goes past your heart and your brain, but the body that you live in and the organs inside of you.

That's why, when he comes home bloody, you shower with him before helping him bandage himself. You're the one that ruffles the towel through his hair and against his shoulders, catching the spare droplets. The two of you hardly even talk to each other as you press bandaids against his skin. You kiss each one.

Your lips touch the skin of his bicep, and then you peck upward, continuing to his neck, where you linger in the space between his jaw and his scruff.

His hand falls to your thigh, cupping the side of it, and he rubs the skin up and down. He doesn't move it from there, doing nothing salacious, not without your direct intention stated to him. It makes your heart race. At that moment, you forget about everything violent about him.

But with those kisses, with the way his lips suck on your skin, you wonder if it is contagious. The violence, the wrath, and the war seeped into your skin like poison. You felt it corrupting you: the innocent front you had began to melt away, and suddenly, you were exposed.

Because when one of his victims had broken into your house: your home, your safety net, you did what you knew Asa would do if he were here. You had grabbed a knife, hiding behind a wall, feeling their footsteps as they stepped closer. And when they rounded the corner, you struck them in the face with the back, knocking them down before holding the blade above your head.

You saw them, got a good look, imagining your kitchen tiles as a carpeted, patterned floor and the walls around you as sound-proof lines of metal.

You think about the times Asa had held you behind him when people tried to talk to you. You think about the times he would protect you from the outside world, the ways he would drive himself insane to make sure you were safe.

He did so much for you, and what have you given him in return? A home filled with paranoia and unnecessary caution? It was unfair to him. You have been lashing out for nothing. So, you decide to gift him this: a new sense of ego. A pride, something that cannot be hidden, something that developed from a realization.

In this lifetime, you had one beam of hope: him. With those vows, you both swore to stick together. Through sickness and health, through life and death.

He is your husband and this is the house where you will spend the rest of your life.

When Asa stands in front of the dead body, he places both hands on his hips, tapping his fingers before signing.

"Is the mess for me?"

You are still breathing heavily. He can see it in your eyes, the way they are wide and craved, the way the person's blood still stained your hair and the skin of your cheek. Your serenity is in the dark gloom yonder.

But you argue against him and his assumptions. When he asks you if you are okay, you just smile and nod your head.

"I'm feeling better." You say.

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allensimpsforcorpse · 3 years

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« 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 »

Our let it be | Corpse Husband x Reader fic

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💖 - Fluff | 💔 - Angst | 🖤 - Crack | 💙 - Slight Angst

💟 - Female Reader | 💌 - Male Reader | ❣️- Gender Neutral Reader

Works in Progress

Corpse being jealous of Sykkuno :: Headcanons

Corpse regretting giving up his chance to be with Reader :: One-Shot (skipping for now)

"Time Machine" / Corpse x Ex!Reader :: Songfic

Corpse x Lady Dimitrescu Cosplayer Reader :: Drabble

One-Shots

Trust No-One 💔

Songfics

None yet

Drabbles

Emotional support animal 💖❣️

Jolly Sailor Bold 💙❣️

Would you be there for me? Hell naw 🖤💟

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Unwavering Loyalty 💙💟

Flirting for fun 💖💟

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thehermitcraftqueen · 3 years

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Nobody - Angst, Scott x Jimmy

Another angst songfic, and despite the angst, I really enjoyed writing this one. This one is the hobbit husbands, for @/jubilee__line_ on Twitter.

The song is 'Nobody' by Mitski.

My God, I'm so lonely

So I open the window

To hear sounds of people

Arrows were flying from both sides as the battle raged. One particular Red Army member drew his bow and let an arrow fly. It sped through the air and into the bunker, hitting Jimmy. He collapsed, vanishing as the death message appeared. The fight continued, but Scott could feel himself breaking.

That scene kept repeating itself in Scott's head ever since the event. It haunted him, sending him into a mindset of grief, regret, and hate. Scott constantly asked himself if there was some way he could've changed the outcome, put his yellow life before Jimmy's red somehow, but he didn't know. Either way, he felt guilty, as if it was his fault. Every moment he spent at the base he used to share with Jimmy hurt, but at the same time, he couldn't bear to be away from it. It was all he had left of Jimmy, and he'd miss it too much if he tried to leave.

And Jimmy he missed with every breath. His soft brown eyes always sparkling with excitement or mischief. His wide smile, usually accompanied by the laugh that Scott adored. His touch, that on its own could make Scott feel reassured. His lips and the world of new feelings when they kissed. Even his eye for trouble. Scott missed everything.

Maybe it was just him being too hopeful, or even being lonely, but at times Scott could almost feel Jimmy's presence. He couldn't see him, but it was like he could feel his touch again, sense Jimmy standing next to him, even catch what he thought was an almost inaudible whisper. But he was never sure, and he didn't want to give himself false hope.

Scott sighed, turning his tear-stained face to the window. It was a nice day, but he hadn't been outside in a while. Maybe some fresh air would do him some good. He pushed open the window and leaned against it as cool air rushed inside. It felt good, but it didn't cure the deep feelings of grief and loneliness.

Suddenly, Scott realized he could hear people shouting in the distance. He had a sneaking suspicion as to what was going on, but he headed outside to investigate anyway.

Venus, planet of love

Was destroyed by global warming

Did its people want too much too?

Did its people want too much?

Scott climbed up the hill over his house and gazed over at the Crastle. A battle between Team Crastle and the Red Army seemed to be going on. The Red Army had the castle surrounded, while arrows rained down on them from the people in the castle above.

What was the point of all this? To kill each other? Scott didn't even know how he thought the idea sounded fun at first, but now he hated it. He lost Jimmy because of this war. Part of him knew that he'd see his love again, but at the same time, a deeper part of him couldn't help but worry how true that was. Death wasn't something to be taken lightly. What if Grian had messed something up with the server, and those dead would be dead forever?

Scott didn't want to win anymore. He didn't know why anyone else would either. If this was what he'd have to go through, it was too much.

And I don't want your pity

I just want somebody near me

Guess I'm a coward

I just want to feel alright

Even so, Scott couldn't help but feel slightly guilty as he watched his allies fighting. He should be over there, helping them. But he didn't want to fight anymore, not if Jimmy wasn't next to him. He wanted to go back in time, back to when everything was peaceful and Jimmy was alive. Back when he felt alright.

Scott clenched and unclenched his fists as he watched the battle. The Crastle people kept taking hits from the Red Army below, and even from afar it was clear they were getting worried. Guilt and anger made Scott's blood boil, and when a death message flashed that was the last straw.

"I'll see you soon, Jimmy," Scott whispered, before pulling out his bow and charging down the hill.

And I know no one will save me

I just need someone to kiss

Give me one good honest kiss

And I'll be alright

Scott began sniping the Red Army members, focusing on Ren. At first, the so-called king didn't turn, but after a moment he seemed to realize he was being shot at from a different side and whipped around. Scott's heart leaped into his throat as Ren began sprinting over to him, but he pulled out his sword and faced his enemy bravely.

Their swords clashed. Scott struggled to hold on, but his skills lied in a bow more than a sword. In little time, Ren had overpowered him. Scott tried to run, but he wasn't fast enough.

Pain flooded through his body as Ren hit him repeatedly. Rapidly, his hearts drained to nothing, and his death message flashed as his world went black.

He opened his eyes to find himself in the air above where he'd died. It was like he was viewing it through a red filter, and the 'respawn' button floated in front of him. He went to hit it, but something stopped him. Without even thinking why he turned around to see Jimmy standing behind him. He was partly transparent, but it was Jimmy.

"Jimmy..." Scott whispered.

Jimmy smiled softly and offered his hands. Hesitantly, Scott placed his hands in Jimmy's. Jimmy's hands phased through his, but Scott could feel them as if their hands were really touching. His eyes pricked with tears, and he glanced back up to look into Jimmy's eyes. They were sad, but he had a reassuring smile.

"The war's not over yet, Scott. But we'll see each other soon, I promise..." Jimmy whispered.

Scott opened his mouth to reply, but he blinked and Jimmy was gone. He bit his lip, struggling to hold back tears as he pressed the 'respawn' button.

Nobody, nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody

Ooh, nobody, nobody, nobody

It took Scott several minutes to collect himself after he respawned. When his tears had ceased enough for him to think, he made his way back to the Crastle. The battle had ended. The Red Army was gone, and Team Crastle was outside, picking up the items of those who had died. Impulse was now red, Scott noticed, but miraculously the other reds, Tango, Bdubs, and Scar, had managed to survive.

“Oh, Scott, you’re back,” Bdubs said. “Your stuff is in a chest over there,” he added, pointing to a chest near the spot Ren had killed him.

“Thanks,” Scott replied, heading over there and opening the chest. He collected his gear then turned back to his allies. “Well, I’ll be heading back home now...”

“Actually, we were wondering if you’d like to stay with us in the Crastle?” Tango asked. “Y’know, so that you don’t have to run here next time Ren attacks, and you might be safer.”

Scott paused and thought about that for a moment. It would be a good idea, but he didn’t want to leave his base. He felt closest to Jimmy there, and he would rather be there than the Crastle, despite all the memories and pain.

“It’s a nice offer, but I think I’m going to stay at my base,” Scott said.

“Memories?” Scar asked, surprisingly softly.

“Um—yeah,” Scott nodded.

“That’s understandable. Just be careful,” Scar said.

Scott nodded, deciding not to question Scar’s gentleness. It was Scar after all, and he was a mystery to anyone. “I will.”

Casting one last glance at the others, Scott turned and began walking back home.

I've been big and small

And big and small

And big and small again

And still nobody wants me

Still nobody wants me

A few days passed with no fighting. Scott stayed in his hobbit hole mostly, occasionally going outside to get some fresh air, but he didn't see anyone. He did, however, feel Jimmy's presence more and more as time went on. Scott wasn't sure how he felt about this. Being able to feel that Jimmy was there but never see him caused almost more pain than when he'd lost him, but at the same time, Scott preferred that over losing Jimmy completely.

Scott remembered what Jimmy had said about them being together soon and wondered if that meant his time was coming. He knew the final battle was close; would he die then? Honestly, he didn’t mind if he did. He’d go down fighting, an honorable death, and any end to his constant grief and pain would be a welcome one.

Finally, the time came. Impulse showed up at Scott’s door, injured and breathing heavily as he informed Scott that the Red Army was attacking again.

And I know no one will save me

I'm just asking for a kiss

Give me one good movie kiss

And I'll be alright

The next events happened in a blur.

Scott returned to the Crastle with Impulse, raining arrows on the Red Army. He got several hits, maybe even a death or two. He didn't know. He didn't keep track. His mind was a mess the entire battle, and several times he thought he saw Jimmy's ghost fighting beside him.

Etho's sword came out of nowhere.

Scott gasped as the blade stabbed into his stomach and he stared into the wild, mismatched eyes of his attacker. Etho said nothing aloud, but Scott knew what he was thinking: This is revenge.

Scott understood that completely; he wanted it too.

Pain surged through Scott’s body as Etho stabbed him again. Scott raised his sword to fight back, and he did decent damage to Etho. However, his attacks weakened as his energy depleted. His life flashed before his eyes as Etho landed the final hit. Letting out his last, ragged breath, Scott closed his eyes and let himself fall into darkness.

Nobody, nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody

Ooh, nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody, nobody

He floated into the air a moment later as a ghost. A sigh escaped him as he stared down at his corpse. He lifted his head and turned as he felt a familiar presence.

"I've missed you."

A smile spread across Scott's face as he turned to embrace his husband.

Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody, no

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deactivatedandnotused · 4 years

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welcome!

my rules, fandoms i write for and the people i write for.

shows:

tua (all siblings)

bnha (all class 1-a except mineta and all proheroes)

girl from nowhere (nanno only)

games:

genshin impact (diluc, venti, aether and lumine)

general movies:

corpse bride

filipino movies (seven sundays, four sisters and a wedding, unforgettable and everything about her)

jumanji 1 and 2

black butler (2014)

enola holmes

mother (shuhei is not arrested)

youtubers:

jacksepticeye

corpse husband

the among us crew

rules:

i write

fluff

angst

songfics (only songs that are in the playlist i'll be putting when i reblog this.)

themes of movies

etc

i do NOT write

smut

r@pe

gory stuff

violence (i'll only write it if its a backround story)

etc

#rules #genshin impact x reader #bnha x reader #jumanji x reader #songfic x reader #black butler x reader #youtubers x reader #the umbrella academy x reader #mother x reader #corpse bride x reader

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vesperione · 4 years

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It Started With A Whisper

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24901156

Wordcount: 3,060

Relationship: Xander Lee/John McNamara

Tags: The Apotheosis, transition from non infected to infected, songfic, phone call, angst, crying, last words, flashback.

Full fic below

A flash of golden hair and two hands slamming down on the table, the face of pure rage over the bustling in the room. “I said SILENCE!” He roared, and his agents seemed to get the idea. They silenced themselves and looked down to their table, except one, who was a physicist and remained looking up. The general didn’t stop. “We are in a situation where the spores could spread to become a pandemic worldwide, ending humanity as we know it! We know thanks to Lieutenant Lee that the origin of these mutating spores came from the meteor that crashed into The Starlight Theatre last night during the touring production of Mamma Mia! We know these spores in particular alter DNA to mimic someone in a musical, but once you get infected, you’re dead. We must not panic and remain safe!” He said and glared at each individual soldier, his eyes lingering on the Lieutenant’s face beside him. It was worried, sad, fearful. He looked away first, and the general took a breath.

“Any remaining survivors must be shot dead, once in the head, once in the heart. We don’t know who is infected. The plan after is that we incinerate the corpses of the dead, destroy any last spores with fire and blow the meteor to shreds. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” A chorus of voices rang from around the table.

“I wish for Lieutenant Lee to stay behind and as for the rest of you? You are required to head straight to your stations and do not move once you are there! PEIP will be in lockdown once everyone is in the correct position. Dismissed.”

With that, the shuffle of chairs against faded carpet, the soldiers left, aside from two. The Lieutenant remained sitting down, his hands putting his head in their hold, while John, pull a chair beside him, placing his hand on his shoulder.

“Dear, a lot of people have died, and it is our duty to make a clean sweep of the island. We can’t allow any others to die today.”

“But if you go out there, there’s a higher possibility that you will die. You can’t go out; you won’t make it back.”

“Xander, listen.” John looked down to his husband, his hands placed in a firm clasp. “We are strong. We are McNamara’s.”

“No, you’re a McNamara, we got married illegally.”

“Regardless, you’re my husband, and you’re the strongest man I know. The McNamara’s are the strongest family in Hatchetfield, we’ll be fine.”

“No, we won’t. Things are indefinitely gonna change whether you make it back or not.” John looked to the Lieutenant, just in time to see a tear drop on to the glass table. He bit his lip and placed his hand on his shoulder.

“I’ll make it back.”

“Stop lying to yourself, John.” Xander said, his voice shaking as tears continued to fall down his face. “If you go, you’re gonna die. You know that, deep down.” He looked up to face his husband. “The agents we’ve already sent out have died, you know that, I know that, Ben knows that, and you’re gonna send yourself into the epicentre?”

“Xander, you know it’s not like that.” John looked at him, trying to reason, but he shook his head.

“Speaking from a Lieutenant’s point of view, if our general dies, the entire precinct goes down with it. I’m aware Colonel Schaffer is prepared to take over PEIP at any sudden chance you go, but PEIP will never be the same. It won’t be General McNamara’s precinct anymore. Sure, you’ll get your place on the PEIP Hall of Commemoration, but there’ll be a new leader, new rules.”

“I know but-“

“And as your husband, who the fuck am I going to come home to every night aside from the cats?” He looked up at John and took in the slight grey thunderbolt streaks that clashed with his stormy blue skies of irises, creating the picture-perfect storm on what could have been a blank canvas. It was a while before John broke his eyes away and stood up. “No, John! You tell me! You can’t run from this! You can’t run from the pain you’re gonna cause others if you step out that door!”

“It’s hard enough as it is for me to have to leave you, but as the general of this god-forsaken branch, it’s my duty to protect the remaining agents while they stay in the precinct and calculate a cure! You will be one of those to go into your lab and get working!”

“Yet I can’t go with you?!”

“You don’t have the current training!”

“Stop trying to fucking protect me, John! I’ve been here since 2007 and you treat me like a Private most of the time! I’m a 35-year-old Lieutenant with a degree in theoretical physics and I’m fully trained as a medic! I have the training, so why are you sacrificing your life instead of mine?!”

“Because if I have to watch you die, then what’s the point of trying to go on, Xander?! I’d be alive, yes, but I’d only be surviving! If I had to watch you die, then I wouldn’t be able to call myself a married man and the person who kept me alive wouldn’t be there to comfort me. I’d be down, I’d be so down, and I’d end up dead anyway! I’d prefer it if you stayed here, under my orders, and for you to stop being so damn stubborn with me!”

“Me? Stubborn?!” Xander laughed tearfully and looked at him. “You’re the stubborn one! You run from your problems instead of solving them, you bask in your insecurities instead of delving upon them, you-“ But he was cut off by the familiar feeling of John’s semi-chapped lips against his own. John’s hands were cupping his face, and John was standing on his toes to kiss him better. Xander couldn’t help but hold his waist as he kissed him back. He didn’t want to be the one to pull away, and he didn’t think John would want to be the person either, so he could feel the kiss deepening. Eventually, John’s face left his, but his forehead was pressed to the physicist’s. The soft thumb attached to John’s hand wiped away the bead of salt that threatened to roll down Xander’s face.

“Hey, baby,” John started, his eyes closed and his voice quiet. “I’ll be home by ten. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Xander said, a soft whisper in his voice as John moved away from his husband, not before he dropped his wedding and engagement rings in Xander’s fist. Before Xander could process it, he was gone.

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(a JEIP is a peip officiated jeep)

John started up the JEIP, hearing Xander’s music playing through the speaker. He immediately switched it off. He’d rather not be reminded of his husband as he accepted his fate.

His husband, his smart, incredible, the pure definition of ‘tall, dark and handsome,’ Xander James Lee. His mind was like no others, and John had hired him on the spot. They started dating within a year and got married two years after. They’d both cried when they’d gotten home that night. It had been illegal, and they both knew that, but they had each other. He was John’s new addiction, aside from the cigarettes, and Xander became the only thing he thought about ever. When Xander spoke, sometimes it sounded like what John was being given was fiction, but it was only because John’s mind was struggling to piece together the creative aspects of Xander and the complicated phrases he uttered. It didn’t matter. John was a sorry sucker for the smart, and he found that this kind of thing happened all the time. He was an easy target to gain a crush on someone, but he rarely acted upon it. If Xander hadn’t kissed John in his office to begin with, he wouldn’t be married to the smartest guy in town.

He shook his head. Thinking of Xander would make everyone worse. He started driving deeper into the centre of Hatchetfield to reach Hatchetfield High, the school where he suspected there’d be a few survivors, if any. The grey haze around him soon became a paler blue. He locked his doors and windows, but he feared it was too late.

It started with a whisper. It was only the smallest thing, but it was in the back of John’s mind, and he knew he was gone.

He doesn’t love you.

“ No, John, ignore it.”

And you don’t love him.

“ Of course you do, you’re married to him, don’t cave in.”

That was why you kissed her when you were drunk.

“John, you only kissed her when you were seventeen, it was internalised homophobia and we didn’t know Xander back then.”

But you liked the way she felt against your lips.

“No. I didn’t.”

And then she made your lips hurt.

“Shut up.” The voice was getting louder, and it was being sung to him.

But we can hear the chit chat, so take us to your love shack-

He hit the breaks and he jerked forward, panting at the memory. It was internalised homophobia, and nothing came out of it. He was left in silence until he heard the voice sing again.

Mama’s always gotta back track, when everybody talks back.

He growled and got out the car, lighting a cigarette. He was in Hatchetfield High, or near enough to it. He held his gun in his hand. He had to go and find any survivors and eliminate them.

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Eventually he did. He found a tall, flimsy man with brunette hair who looked a lot like Xander aside from the pale skin. John grabbed a chair as the man became conscious, groaning with pain. The voice had gone away, and the general was having an internal debate as to whether he was truly infected, or whether his mind was convincing him he was. Either way, he was beginning to get scared. He’d broken his promise to his husband, he’d lost the fight.

“Sorry for the knock in the head, son. What’s your name?”

“Uh, Paul…Matthews.” The guy said, and John smiled reassuringly.

“Good evening, Paul. My name is General John McNamara of the United States Military, special unit P-E-I-P, we call it PEIP.” He said as he took a seat, facing the taller man.

“PEIP? I’ve never heard of you guys.” It was clear he was confused, which was the correct tactic. No citizen outside of PEIP should know what the army base was. Even if a member had a husband or wife or kids who didn’t work there, they were strictly forbidden from knowing what PEIP was. If information got leaked, it would traumatise a lot of people. They had to be careful who they hired and had to ensure they remained to have top secrecy 24:7. It wasn’t fair on the innocent citizens for them to be placed in a situation like that, and immediately begin to panic. He’d watched it happen when his mentor, Wilbur Cross, was unintentionally too loud when discussing a case they had to work on. Needless to say, that woman lost her life that day before she could spread rumours.

John shook his head at the faint memory, quick to come up with a joke to make the situation more light-hearted and less threatening as he’d been taught during his training.

“And you never will, not a peep.” He grinned, but Paul’s fearful, brown eyes remained wide and dilated. John sighed and took another drag on the cigarette. “That was a joke, son.” Only then did the song begin to start up again.

Hey, honey, you could be my drug. You could be my new prescription.

John froze as Paul started asking questions about the scene. The song was back, and he was losing hope about himself. John answered the questions the best he could, explaining how they dealt with crises of a certain nature and such. Then he bought up the helicopter, and Paul perked up. When John stood up with Paul’s phone in his hand, he went to throw it until he heard the song again.

Too much could be an overdose, all this trash talk make me itchin’.

John swallowed and decided to only throw it a short distance, beginning to get scared. Him and Paul continued to make short conversation about his crush, Emma, and where to go. Once Paul ran out the building, John headed back over to the phone. The lock screen was nothing special, and he didn’t know the passcode, but he was able to swipe on to the emergency phone call section. He had Xander’s phone number memorised, so he typed it in, sitting against a mat on the floor, leaning against the wall as the song continued in his head.

Oh my, my. Everybody talks, everybody talks. Everybody talks, too much.

John felt tears prick his eyes, grateful when he heard the static of the other end picking up.

“Xander Lee, theoretical physicist speaking, how may I help?”

“Hey, baby.” John said, unable to stop a smile from forming as it always did when he heard Xander’s voice.

“John! Shit! Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine, I swear.” That was a lie. The song was getting stronger and he was starting to feel a faint rhythm in his veins. He was getting scared. Maybe he wasn’t making it home…

“You sound panicked.”

“I’m ringing to ensure everything’s running smoothly back at HQ. Is it?”

“As smooth as it can be.” Xander’s sigh was heavy, pulling his entire weight down with him. John found himself sinking further down into the ground at the sound. “But I’m okay. I’m in my lab and I haven’t let anybody in. I’m quarantined.”

“Good.” John said, moving his beret more over his hair. “I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I understand. You’re doing what you have to do. You’re the general, I should have trusted you before-“

“Hey, sweetheart, don’t play the blame game now. It’s okay and I’ve forgiven you, understand?”

“Understood, John.”

“Good.” John said, clutching the edge of the mat as the beat began to become something similar to an annoying itch. He began to tap out the beat on to the carpet beside him with his other hand, trying to keep fighting the virus that consumed him. “I love you.”

“I love you too. And I can’t wait for you to come home, I know you’ll be able to do it.”

That seemed to trigger something inside of John, and something slipped out of his mouth that wasn’t supposed to. “I never thought I’d live to see the day, when everybody’s words got in the way.” He was still speaking, but the beat was as clear as day. Luckily, he heard Xander laugh over the phone. His soft laugh that was rare to hear. John was the only one who heard it lately.

“You’re still annoyed at me for trying to stop you from leaving earlier, aren’t you?” Another laugh followed. “I knew you would, I’m not surprised.”

John couldn’t hold back any longer. He had to tell Xander the truth. He was gone, and he was falling quicker. He had to say goodbye while he still could. “Hey sugar, show me all your love. All you’re giving me is friction.”

“John?” The question was meek and scared, the tone of the call immediately fading. John never used that pet name. Something was wrong. He knew John wouldn’t have rang otherwise.

“Hey, sugar, what you gotta say?” Another way to reveal John wasn’t himself anymore. He hardly abbreviated his words and was unable to keep himself fighting the infection. He felt weak, and he knew he was. He fought back for consciousness as tears formed more in his eyes. What was worse was Xander’s panicked voice.

“John, what’s going on?!” The frantic clicking of keys on the other end of the line signalled to John that Xander was trying to access John’s medical information stored in John’s watch. He took a breath. He had to admit to Xander the truth.

“I’m sorry, Xander. But it started with a whisper…” He was quiet himself, trying to prevent sobs.

“No! Don’t you dare, John! Don’t you dare!”

“And it felt like the first time I kissed you, when you made my lips hurt.”

“You are staying alive! I’m working on a cure, I nearly have it finished! I’ll get you back!”

“And suddenly, I could hear a conjoined group of voices in Hatchetfield all singing in one harmony…there was a lot of chit chat regarding a situation that turned into a song… and I’m sorry.”

“John! You’re lying!”

“Take me to your love shack.” He slipped up and heard a sob come from the other line, or maybe it was a scream. “I’m sorry, Xander, I’m trying to fight but it’s heard when everybody talks back, everybody talks, everybody talks-“

“John, keep fighting-“

“Everybody talks, everybody talks.”

“I’ve almost gotten the cure!”

“Everybody talks, everybody talks back….I’m sorry, I love you.”

“John, fucking fight!”

“Say it back, Xander! I love you!”

“I-I love you too!”

The phone hung up and John threw it until it smashed on the ground, letting the warmth fill his body as his own thoughts became clouded with the hives own.

“It started with a whisper, and that was when I kissed him.” A smirk formed on John’s face as he looked to the damaged glass he’d left on the floor. He pulled himself up, like a puppet controlled by a master. “Everybody talks, everybody talks back.” He took a final glance at the room before he walked in the same beat as the new song beginning to form. It was close enough to eleven o’clock at night. There was a guy with a moustache he didn’t recognise, but he was talking about the military and his American pride. John would have scoffed, but this wasn’t John. He drew his gun and shot him, grabbing the man’s shoulder. Xander didn’t exist to the hive. Xander was weak. Xander could be thrown away. John couldn’t. His smile was stained blue as he looked to the bleeding man.

“I don’t know what you’ve been told, but American’s should fit a mould…”

#mcnamander #john mcnamara #xander lee #general john mcnamara #fanfic #ao3 #peiphq shenanigans #the apotheosis

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shewolfofficial · 5 years

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could you do a songfic based on the song sweet serial killer by lana del rey for levi and his crazy s/o

So I listened to the song a few times and I’m writing this about what I think the story is behind it, basically a serial killer that would be obsessed with someone.

Modern!AU

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, alcohol, and sex

Song: Lana Del Rey - Serial Killer

About Y/N just to sum it up who they are: Y/N is a serial killer, a mentally unstable criminal that is well known over New York, Y/N gets along with the gangs and thugs and is known as the queen of New York

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‘Wish I may wish I might,

Find my one true love tonight,

Do you think that it could be you?’

You sat on a bar stool overlooking the bar that was full of normal people drinking, people selling drugs and people doing drugs in some corners of the building. Keeping your eyes trained on the troublemakers in case they were to go… rouge. If someone were to cause trouble you would help the staff out by bringing whoever out into the back and beating them to death.

You ordered another glass of Blue Wicked as you heard the door open, looking over you see a short raven-haired male enter the building with a blank look on his face. Approaching the bar he took a few seats away from you, sipping on your drink you analyzed the male finding him extremely attractive.

He sat there, listening to the music being played and people talking until he felt a presence beside him.

‘‘Hiya! I’m Y/N!’‘

‘If I pray really tight,

Get into a fake bar fight,

While I’m walking down the avenue’

Of course, you couldn’t say sometimes you didn’t start the fights with people because that would be lying. Most of the times if you spotted someone that annoyed you or anything you didn’t like they better be expecting a fight.

People also found you murmuring and talking to yourself quite annoying, you didn’t know why they found it annoying and brushed them off telling them they’re acting like children.

‘If I lay really quiet,

I know what I do isn’t right,

I can’t stop what I love to do’

Sometimes you would imagine what you’re life would be like if you were normal if you had a family if you had a husband, but you couldn’t help but think about how much this life has given you, freedom, you don’t listen to the law, this is your home.

‘So I murder love in the night,

Watching them fall one by one they fight,

Do you think you’ll love me too?’

It’s true you had your fair share of relationships, you even lost your virginity to a guy the night before you slit his throat open the next morning. All of your lovers ended up dying some way, you either got bored, they cheated, you cheated, they picked a fight. The list goes on and on. But you could tell with this new male you came across, he was different.. he was a keeper.

‘Baby I’m a sociopath, sweet serial killer,

On the warpath,

Cause I love you,

just a little too much,

Cause I love you,

Just a little too much’

You ended up everywhere Levi went, even outside his door one night. Until he asked you why you were following him, your only two explanations were that you wanted to know him and that you thought he was hot.

It took a little while but you managed to get close to Levi, then came your first kiss. You couldn’t be happier, you never felt this way before.

‘You can see me drinking cherry cola,

Sweet serial killer,

I left a love note,

Said you know I love the thrill of the rush’

You fawned over Levi if anyone were to make a comment about him their corpse would end up on their families door that night. You protected him and made it clear to everyone if they were to threaten or harm him you would slit their throats.

Of course the thugs and lowlives listened to you not wanting any fights on the streets.

‘My black fire’s burning bright,

Maybe I’ll go out tonight,

We can paint the town in blue,

I’m so hot I ignite,

Dancing in the dark I shine,

Like a light I’m luring you’

Even though he knew it was risky being in a relationship with you, Levi took the chance and he loved you. He trusted you when it came to talking with other gangs or criminals. It was like you turned into a completely different person behind closed doors, like your sanity came back just for a few hours.

‘Sneak up on you really quiet,

Whisper ‘am I what your heart desires?’

I could be your ingenue,

Keep you safe and inspired,

Baby let your fantasies unwind,

We can do what you want to do’

When you both got intimate you would let him take charge and do whatever he wanted, something in your eyes that drove Levi over the edge. If Levi wanted to do something or have sex with you, you would agree to do it on the spot if it meant for your lover to be satisfied.

‘Baby I’m a sociopath,

Sweet serial killer,

On the warpath,

I love you just a little too much,

You can see me drinking cherry cola,

Sweet serial killer,

I left a love note,

Said you know what I love? I love the thrill of the rush’

If Levi needed money you would go out for about half an hour then come back with a case full of thousands. Let’s just say you threatened someone who owed you money anyway. Levi would be confused about where you got the money from but you would just wink at him. You would spoil this man with whatever he wanted, a car? no problem he gets only the best, a house? make sure it’s a grand mansion.

‘Just have fun,

Wanna play you like a Gameboy,

Don’t want one,

What’s the thrill of the same toy?

La la la la la la lie down down,

Just have fun,

Wanna play you like a Gameboy,

Don’t want one,

What’s the thrill of the same toy?

La la la la la la lie down down’

You would take care of any women or men that would be eyeing your man. Glaring at them and they would quickly look away, if you were to sit on Levi’s lap in a public place he would flush from embarrassment while you would be getting turned on by it. You would treat him to drinks, never letting him buy one since you had all the money.

‘You can see me drinking cherry cola,

Sweet serial killer,

I left a love note,

Said you know I love the rush,

You know I love the thrill of the rush’

You decided it was time to make sure he was fully committed to spending the rest of his life with you. One night, Levi and you were in a large warehouse, you find out if he were to stay loyal to you for eternity. Of course, he is, Levi showed that by dropping off a ledge from a very big height right into a large vat of white chemicals, you following after him a few seconds later.

‘Sweet serial killer,

Do it for the thrill of the rush,

Love you just a little bit too much,

Sweet serial killer,

I love you just a little too much,

Love you just a little too much,

You and Levi became the King and Queen of New York

And God help anyone who disrespected the King.

#levi #levi ackerman #levi x reader #Levi ackerman x reader #x reader #snk #shingkei no kyojin #Attack On Titan

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