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writerslittlelibrary · 2 months

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Well, fuck

masterlist apocalypse au masterlist

part 1 part 2 part 3

summary: infected had been roaming the earth for years, and you, being born after the outbreak, just had to be special. what happens when a certain redhead finds out about your secret? (based on tlou part 2)

pairing: Natasha x teen reader, Abby Anderson x reader

warnings: angst, guns, fighting, injuries

genre: angst

words: 2710

a/n: finally a part two! I’m sorry for the long wait, and I hope you enjoy :)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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Abby had been moving around Seattle for a long while now. She had left the wolves after realising they were just a bad as the fireflies had once been. She had discovered that Isaac had been knowingly kidnapping Scar children in the hopes of making the parents turn themselves in. None of them ever did, and Isaac had ended up killing the Scar children each time.

Abby strongly disagreed with Isaac’s method, even though Scars were a pain in the ass, and she had left the WLF.

After leaving the WLF, it didn’t take long for her to be captured by a group of scars. They had jumped her out of nowhere, and they had tried to kill her by hanging her and cutting her guts out. Before that could happen, however, one Scar child was brought in by the other Scars.

Apparently they had betrayed their own people, just like Abby had done.

When the elder Scar gave the order to ‘cut the wings’ of the Scar child, the other Scars managed to break one of the girls arms before an arrow pierced their neck, killing them.

The eldest Scar reached for the hammer in an attempt to kill the Scar girl, yet before she managed to do so, Abby was able to reach herself forward, holding the elder Scar in a chokehold with her thighs, successfully killing her.

A little boy ran from a hiding spot, helping the Scar girl up. After, he had cut Abby loose, allowing her to breath once more.

Abby and the two Scar children moved on together, helping the other as they were trying to get away from the remaining Scars in the area still hunting them. The oldest Scar girl introduced herself as Yara, and the younger Scar boy introduced himself as Lev.

After a day or two Yara had become violently ill.

The arm that she had broken was red and swollen, and it was hurting Yara more than she could handle. It didn’t take long before Abby realised that the bone was shattered, and if the arm didn’t come off, Yara would die.

Unfortunately, Abby was not a doctor, nor was Lev. She had no idea as to how to save Yara.

Abby went over all the options in her head, mentally beating herself up over the fact that she did not pay attention when her father tried to teach her medical stuff.

After a long debate, and talking with Yara and Lev, they decided that Abby should try and take the arm off, even though the risk was high. If the arm was not soon amputated, Yara would die.

And so, Abby had gone to the hospital, gathering all the supplies she needed before heading back to Yara and Lev.

The surgery was surprisingly successful, and Yara was thriving after her arm had been taken off. The three of them were now living in Seattle, trying to find a way out of the city without being spotted by either Wolves or Scars.

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You groaned slightly as you woke up, squinting your eyes to adjust to the light that was coming in through the upper windows.

“You’re a deep sleeper…” you heard someone say from beside you.

You groaned once more as you sat up, looking to your right to find Natasha sitting there, cleaning her gun.

“How long have you been awake?” you asked as you got up from the couch, reaching for your jacket and putting it on. You shivered slightly at the coldness of the Seattle winter. Even though the winter was nearly over, and spring was soon to start, the cold breeze was undeniable.

“A few hours. I’m a pretty light sleeper, and patrols moved along this theatre multiple times already,” Natasha explained as she finished cleaning her gun, putting it back in the holster on her thigh.

You frowned at that, glancing towards the door, seeing a chair had been put against it in a way that made it impossible to enter from the outside.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing new,” Natasha explained as she stood up.

“Do they move past here often? And are they Scars or Wolves?” You asked.

“Usually Scars. They patrol this area quite often, but they always leave the theatre alone for some reason. Too much old world stuff, probably,” Natasha explained, reaching into her bag and handing you something to eat.

“Here you go. You should eat something, we had quite the day yesterday.”

You nodded as you reached for the energy bar, thanking Natasha and eating it quickly.

“So, I know you’re totally not looking for someone, but if you are, I was thinking of maybe moving towards the tv station. I heard some chatter over the radio saying trespassers had been spotted, and I figured it might be my sister, or you mystery person,” Natasha teased as she reached towards her bag, picking it up and putting it on her shoulders.

“You’re subtle,” you remarked as you followed her actions, picking up your own bag.

“How far from here is the tv station?” you asked Natasha as you followed her towards the door, waiting for her to remove the chair so you could leave.

“It’s about a day’s walk from here, but I’m sure we’ll be fine. We can find some place to haul up there if we have to,” Natasha explained as she carefully opened the door, checking the surroundings thoroughly before stepping aside, motioning you to go first.

You carefully left the building, watching as Natasha pulled the door close, grabbing a key ring from her pocket that held a bunch of keys.

After Natasha used one of the keys to lock the door, she put the keys back in her pocket, starting to move towards the other buildings before stopping, pointing to the tall buildings in the distance.

“That’s where we’re headed. The tv station should be around those other tall buildings,” Natasha pointed out.

“It’s not close…” you stated as you grabbed your gun, counting your bullets before putting it back into your belt. “I’m very low on ammo. Once encounter with either Scars, Wolves or infected and I’m out,” you explained.

Natasha nodded. “Me too. We should find some place to stock up on our supplies,” Natasha stated.

You two started moving, heading towards an old street full of shops. While moving through a few, finding multiple bullets and other sorts of useful supplies, you met Natasha outside the other shops. You both decided to check different shops, wanting to move towards the tv station as quick as possible before you lost too much daylight.

When you and Natasha we done in the shops, you decided to start moving again. It was a long and difficult walk to get to the tv station.

You two had to get around a ridiculous amount of water, and with the increased amount of Scar and Wolves patrols, most likely because of the spotted trespasser, it wasn’t easy avoiding the water and the people, not to mention the fact that the roads towards the tv station were very rough and messy. Many cars blocked your way, hindering you from moving on the same road for longer than a mile or so.

After walking for about half the day, and manoeuvring through multiple building due to the roughed up roads, you were finally starting to see the buildings increasing.

The tv station was towards the heart of the city, and so the building increasing signalled that you were getting closer. However, when you were finally starting to get more hopeful, you heard gunshots coming from the distance,

You turned towards Natasha, seeing her grabbing her gun and being more alert of your surroundings.

You reached for your gun as well, making sure it was loaded as you followed Natasha, staying close behind her and you two moved forward. Unfortunately, the gun shots were coming from the direction you were going in, and as you didn’t have many choices but to either move forward or go back, you were pretty much forced to move towards the gun shot noises.

After walking for about half an hour, you started hearing Clicker noises, and not just a few.

A lot of Clicker noises could be heard, indicating that there was most likely a hoard moving towards your location.

Natasha grabbed your hand as she dragged you towards one of the stores in the street, using her body weight to slam the door open, helping you inside before entering herself.

It would be the best to try and wait there until the hoard would pass.

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Abby reached towards Lev as she pulled him down towards her hiding spot, wanting to stay hidden from the multiple Scars that were attacking them.

Abby, Lev, and Yara had been moving through this particular area of the city for almost two days. It was fairly quiet and there didn’t seem to be many things to go wrong. However, as everyone knows, nothing can ever be easy in a world such as this one.

The group of three was jumped by multiple Scars, hitting Abby in her arm as they were moving through a certain street.

Yara had fired multiple bullets to try and distract the multiple Scars attacking them, giving Lev enough time to bandage Abby’s arm in a messy way, hoping to stop the bleeding enough for them to finish the fight.

After bandaging the wound quickly, Lev reached towards his bow, taking out several Scars before he was being fired at.

Yara was in a hiding spot a little further from them, shooting with her gun as she did her best to stay hidden. Abby now reached for her own gun, using it to kill multiple Scars before the familiar sound of infected could be heard.

When she turned to her left to see how badly they were screwed, she was able to spot multiple Clickers and Runners heading towards them. All the shooting must have drawn them out, Abby figured as she looked towards her own gun, soon realising the amount of bullets she had left would not be enough for the Scars and the infected.

Abby whistled towards Yara, letting her know she was planning on running.

Yara fired multiple shots, enough to make the Scars retreat to their hiding spots so that Yara could quickly run towards Lev and Abby, getting ready to run away from the infected with them.

The Scars quickly started shooting again, the fact that Infected were heading their way seemingly not bothering them much.

However, when the Clickers started getting a little too close for comfort, even the Scars retreated towards higher ground, using the multiple buildings as coverage while Abby, Yara and Lev were left out on the street.

“What are we gonna do?” Lev asked, looking up at Abby.

“I don’t know. We have to try and run, go back the way we came,” Abby stated as she motioned towards the road they came from.

“Aren’t we heading towards the tv station anymore?” Lev asked.

“We have to get away from the Seraphites first, Lev. After that, we will find a different route to the tv station,” Yara explained, pulling Lev’s arm so he was standing in an upright position.

“Let’s go,” Abby stated as she moved past Lev and Yara, leading the way as she ran towards the passage that they originally used to get onto the street. After helping Yara and Lev through, she stepped through herself, lifting the iron woven fence as she moved past it.

However, when she went to move through the hole, her arm got caught on the iron fence, the bandage ripping off and the wound starting to bleed heavily once more.

“Abby!” Lev yelled as he noticed the blood starting to pour.

“Leave it!” Abby ordered as she grabbed Lev’s hand, running through the street as she infected started increasing on the other side of the fence. They were with too many and their weight was starting to become too much for the fence to hold.

“Through here!” Yara yelled as she managed to get the door to a store open, pushing it open all the way to allow Lev and Abby to enter before entering herself, grabbing a led pipe that was laying on the ground, using it to barricade the door.

However, once they were inside they did not have any time to take a breath, nor have any time to take care of Abby’s wound as they heard a gun load behind them.

They were not alone in the store.

“Turn around,” a stern voice spoke, a gun being raised towards the group.

Slowly, Abby, Yara and Lev turned around, Abby using her body to try and shield Lev and Yara a bit, pushing Lev behind her a bit more as she fully turned around.

“Well, fuck,”

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“Abby?!” you spoke in surprise when the three figures had turned around.

Abby fucking Anderson was standing in front of you, joined by two fucking Scars. She sure had changed. She had always been stronger than the average girl, but damn did she build some muscle since the last time you had seen her.

“Y/n…?” Abby questioned is confusion.

“What the fuck are you doing with Scars? You’re not a Scar, are you?” you asked hesitantly, scared it might be true.

“Seraphites.”

You heard a quiet voice speak from behind Abby.

“What?”

“That’s… Lev…” Abby started. “Listen, we’re not with the Scars. They are actually the ones that are hunting us,” Abby explained.

“Y/n, who are these people?” Natasha asked, slowly lowering her gun as she glanced towards you.

“This is the person I was looking for…” you explained, al though you did not take your eyes off of Abby. “You changed… You look good…” you said, unsure of what to say. You wanted to find Abby. You wanted to help her. However, you didn’t really account for actually finding her, let alone knowing what to say.

“What are you doing here?” Abby asked, looking at you a little sceptically.

“I heard people were looking for you. I wanted to come and help,” you explained, now realising it sounded a little awkward. You truly did want to help Abby, yet you hadn’t seen her in so long. Why would anyone simply risk their life to follow a lead about someone you might have known who might have been in danger.

“Is this your pretty friend you told us about? The special one?” you heard the boy behind Abby ask.

Abby’s cheeks flushed a little when she nodded.

You smiled.

“As much as I’m enjoying this awkward reunion, we should try and move higher up. We should get away from the street,” Natasha spoke, breaking the silence.

“I agree. It’s not safe to stay here,” Yara agreed.

“Maybe we should take care of that first,” you spoke as you motioned your head towards Abby’s arm, the blood still violently pouring out.

“Here,” Natasha said as she opened her backpack, reaching in it to grab a first aid kit. She then moved towards Abby, helping her sit down as she carefully unwrapped what was left of the make shift bandage.

You moved towards Abby as well, kneeling on the ground next to her and opening the first aid kit. You grabbed some needle and thread before grabbing some rubbing alcohol, sterilising your equipment before pouring some of it on a cloth.

“This will sting,” you told Abby as you gently grabbed her arm.

Her skin was warm, a big difference from your cold arm. Abby hissed as you moved the cloth over the wound, cleaning the blood away and sterilising it.

After finishing, you carefully stitched her wound close, letting Natasha wrap it with a clean bandage after you were finished.

“Now we should move,” Yara said the moment you two were done, already walking towards the back of the building to see if there were any accessible stairs. Lev followed her, wanting to stay close to his big sister.

Natasha stuffed the supplies back in her bag, standing up and going after Yara and Lev. You and Abby stayed behind, Abby getting up first before extending you her hand.

“So you think I’m pretty, huh?”

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codfanficedits · 5 months

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Final Goodbye - Part 3

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley & Reader

Summary: You are Death.

Wordcount: 2710| Rating: M (18+ only!)

Warnings: MW3 SPOILERS

A/N: Different colours to identify dialogue better, my shit has been flopping again and my brain can't handle the lack of dopamine.

Part 3/4.

Simon Riley. You had been following the man ever since he was born. There had been times where he had been ready to leave this earth, only to be pulled back by Life on the last second.

It would be a lie if it wouldn’t make you question whether or not it would be ethical to keep certain people alive. But that wasn’t up to you to judge after all.

Even after he escaped the horror that was his childhood home, death seemed to follow Simon, his hand never steered clear from the blood that stained him.

But this time? This time it was different.

Simon couldn’t cope with the death of Gaz and Soap, leaving him a broken mess. But Simon was taught that feelings, emotions should be hidden inside, piling up until you couldn’t bear it anymore.

So Simon did what he knew best, copying the coping skill of his father, empty bottles piling up just like the feelings piled up inside of him. Whiskey replacing the companionship that his friends no longer could give them, the burning sensation of the liquid making him feel alive, a feeling he thought he didn’t need anymore, but he felt himself craving it, chasing it.

And of course people around him were worried, John tried to talk to him, John had seen this way too often before. Soldiers not being able to cope with the loss, turning to the poison that roamed this earth, alcohol, drugs and self-destruction in the from of women. And John had tried to stop it, tried to warn him, but Simon was a grown man, capable of making his own choices, no matter how destructive.

You knew you had promises Soap and Gaz that Simon wouldn’t drink himself to death, and with the amount of liquor he was pumping into his system, you almost got the feeling you had been lying.

But Simon would bounce back from the alcohol abuse, with the help of his captain that is.

It had been a day like any other, Simon would try to focus on his work, his mind already on the numbing temptation of the liquor, briefings, conversations, details, they would all go past him like a blur while he tried to deceive the people around him. And usually after a day of work, he would lock himself into his quarters, drinking until he forgot his fallen teammates.

“A word.” John’s voice is loud, a little too loud for Simon’s liking.

“About what?”

“You.”

“What is there about me?”

“Why did you join the army?”’

You watch, slightly amused at the low blow John just spat out.

“Don’t you fu-“

“Answer my fucking question, Simon. Why did you join the fucking army.”

And you can tell Simon is struggling to answer that question, hell he doesn’t want to answer that question, because that would mean he could no longer pretend he wasn’t following his fathers footsteps.

“I joined to escape home.”

“And why did you have to escape home?”

“Because my father was an abusive alcoholic.”

“Then tell me, Simon, why the fuck are you turning into your father?”

“Bullshit John.”

“Bullshit? You think you’re sleek, only bringing away the bottles in the early morning. Do you think we really don’t hear the clinking of the glass while you wander these halls? Do you really think no one can smell it on your breath?”

“You don’t get it.”

You had seen John often enough to recognize the subtle anger in his face, flaring nostrils, a slight raise of his brows, eyes narrowing.

“I don’t get it?”

“You have no idea how much their death affected me.”

“I have no idea because you shut yourself out and rather poison yourself.” John spat back at him.

“You have no idea what I have been through Captain, and I would strongly advice you stray away to this topic.”

“You’re right. I did not have your upbringing, and I do wish you dad had healed before he came your father, but you do not get to tell me about grief.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I am affected too. I was the one who asked Soap to come with me to Makarov, I was the one who approved Gaz going on that mission. And I can’t let you drink yourself to death, Simon. I will not be responsible for your death too.”

Both men are silent, straying into territory they are not used too, at least not with each other. Both men had been told that their emotions were forbidden, that emotions should not be on display for others to see.

But you could see their hurt souls, their broken souls, needing the company of each other. John is the first to give in. Holding his arms open and Simon clings on for dear life.

“God fucking damnit boy, get your shit together, that is an order.”

“I forget then when I’m drunk enough.”

“I know. But forgetting them isn’t the way to go. You shouldn’t forget them, celebrate their life because they no longer can.”

“I will, Captain.”

“Good.” John let go off him, giving him a rough pat on his back. “Do you need anything from me, the military?”

“A little time off.”

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay all by yourself? I can get a therapist for you if you want.”

“I would like that.”

“Good. Now, get some rest, I’ll pull some strings to get you someone to talk to.”

“Thanks Cap, goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Simon.”

Something was off, something was different, and John couldn’t really put his finger on it, but decided to not press any further. He had nagged Simon long enough and it felt as if his point had come across good enough.

Simon on the other hand, felt a calm feeling he hadn’t experienced before. A decision crossing his mind when he gripped his sink, tears streaming down his face when he recognized his father in the mirror. Simon knew he wouldn’t be strong to recover, he had become an alcoholic, just like his father.

“Fuck!” His fist slams the mirror, the second one this year, blood running down his arm while he takes in the freedom the pain gives him. His mind is only giving him one solution, the emotions, his grief, the craving to alcohol, they’re making it impossible to think straight.

Simons scribbles something down on a piece of paper. Before he takes a deep breath and looks around his room. John had been right, Simon thought it had alle been under control, but he was lying to himself, the half full bottles being the proof of that, but not anymore, not any longer.

He takes place in his own bathtub, a piece of glass gripped tightly in his right hand. You know what is about to happen and this is always your least favourite part.

He doesn’t drink himself to death.

Tears blur his vision when the sharp material pierces his skin, dragging down. He doesn’t even register the pain, all he can feel is the peace and quiet his mind gives him. So he does it again, and again, going deeper each time.

His head tilts back and he drops the shard of glass, causing it to shatter on the ground.

It stays silent, the only sound is his blood dripping on the floor of the bathtub. Life is nowhere to be seen, and you know this is his end. In a split second you make a decision.

The universe had been too unkind to Simon already, the least you could do was to make sure he didn’t have to die alone.

“Hello.”

“What the fuck are you? How the fuck did you get in?” His eyes snap open and his head snaps back to face you.

“I am Death.”

“Did I die already?”

“Not yet.”

“Than why the fuck are you here?”

“Because this will kill you, and I did not want you to die alone.”

“Well thanks for your concern but I don’t need your pity.”

“Gaz and Soap did not have to die alone.”

“What the fuck did you just say?”

“Gaz and Soap did not have to die alone.”

“How the fuck would you know?”

You chuckle softly. “I guided them too.”

His face softens. “How.. What.. What did they say?”

“Soap was pissed off, Gaz was worried he had let his mother down.”

“Sounds like them.”

“It is nearly your time, Simon.”

“Will the pain stop?”

“When you’re dead? Yes, yes the pain will stop.”

“I can’t wait to be pain free.”

“Tell me about your favourite memory?”

“Of what?”

“Anything you please.”

Simon has to think for a little while.

“My brother.” He eventually starts. “Had gotten a part time job, and he needed to give the money to our father, but he had hidden his first pay check. So when our father was passed out on the couch again, we snuck out.” A smile forms on his face.

“We bought a cake, one of those fancy ones with a lot of frosting. We ate it in the skatepark where we used to hangout a lot. I ate so much cake I couldn’t stand it for the longest time afterwards. But for the time that it took for us to eat that cake, we were happy, not a care in the world, just loads of sugar and each other.”

He hadn’t noticed yet, but the shackles of life had fallen off during his story, setting him free of his mortal pain.

“I miss him.”

“Tommy?”

“Yes, more than anything.”

“How’s the pain, Simon?”

“Which pa- Oh fuck.”

You watch as he gets up from the bathtub, looking at his body, he died smiling, his eyes closed, almost looking happy.

“You deserved better.”

“I did.” He agrees.

Simon clears his throat. “So what now? You take me to hell and I’ll burn for eternity?”

“Why would you burn in hell?”

“I am a soldier, I killed people. People who deserved it, and people who might not have deserved it.”

“And that is equal to eternal suffering?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Don’t you think you have suffered enough?”

His face turns pale, the words slowly sinking in while he recalls his whole life.

“So there is no hell for me?” his voice is a soft whisper.

“There is no hell for you.”

“Fuck.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Fuck I was so scared for hell, that had been the only thing holding me back from killing myself earlier.”

“So” He looks at his body again. “What would be next?”

“Once you are ready, I’ll take you to the afterlife.”

“How do I know I’ll be ready?”

“You’ll feel it.”

“I don’t feel it yet.”

“Then you can stay with me.”

He nods, liking the answers that you’ve given him. “I have some questions.”

“I’m sure you do.”

“Can I ask them?”

“Of course. I’ll answer them if I have the answer.”

“How do you know which soul to reap?”

“I just know.”

“Okay, and now you are here with me, does that mean no one else dies on the world.”

“If that was the case a lot of deaths would’ve been postponed.” You answer. “I can split myself into fragments, therefor I am able to reap multiple souls.”

“How did you, you know, get into this profession?”

“I was created to be Death. It is all I have ever known, and it is all I will ever know.”

“Hm.” His eyes shift to his body again.

“What is the afterlife, and who will be there?”

“Everyone will be there, every soul goes to the afterlife, and you’ll reconnect with the souls that love you.”

Simon has to swallow a lump in his throat, he wants to say something but is interrupted by a knock on the door. “Simon?” John’s ruff voice sounds.

“Can I answer him?”

“Afraid not.”

“Simon!” the knocking returns. “I swear to God.” John mutters, as he opens the door to Simon’s room. “If you have been drinking again.”

John looks around the room, and you and Simon watch him do so. John’s gaze fall on the piece of paper, his face turning pale. “God fucking damnit.” The paper falls on the ground, slowly twirling in the air before it gently settles down.

‘this isn’t your fault.’ Even though you knew what would be on the letter your eyes automatically shift to the words on the white paper.

Johns open the door to Simon’s bathroom, and he just stand in the door opening, taking in the dead body of his teammate. “God damn it, Simon.” He repeats. “You could’ve talked to me you know.”

John moves over to the body, taking in the smile on Simon’s face. “At least you were happy.” John mutters.

His hands reach for Simon’s dog tags, taking one of the chain to add to his own. John’s fingertips rest on Simon’s cheek for a brief moment. “I hope death treats you better than life.”

Simon looks at you. “You do.”

“Thank you.”

“Will the Captain be okay?”

“Yes.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“I feel bad, for leaving him behind, for doing this.”

“He’ll understand, and when his time will come too, I’ll tell him about you.”

“Thank you.”

Simon looks at his feet. “I don’t know if you can do this, but I want to visit Johnny.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want to go to the Scottish Highlands, to the place where we set his ashes free.”

You hold out your hand to him. “I’ll take you there.”

Simon’s eyes light up as he takes your hand into his, and before he can blink twice, you’ve transported the both of you to the exact same place.

“I forgot how beautiful it was here.” Simon says, as he sits down on the exact same spot where Johnny had sat down, and you can’t help but smile, knowing that their souls are happy together in another universe.

You go to sit down next to him. “It is beautiful here.”

The both of you sit in silence, you know Simon wants to ask you something, a question burning within him ever since John had interrupted, but you’re not filling anything in, letting Simon come to you when he is ready.

“You mentioned something about souls and love.” Simon eventually says.

“I did.”

“Who will be waiting for me?”

A faint hint of a smile can be seen on your face.

“More than you’ll expect.”

“Tommy?”

You just nod and Simon let out a shaky breath.

“It has been a while since I’ve seen him, I’ve missed him terribly. Who else?”

“Tommy, Beth, Joseph, your mother. Roach. Gaz, Soap. They will all be there.”

“Will they be mad for what I did?”

“They love you too much to be mad.”

“I’ve known more love death, than I’ve done alive.”

You turn to look at him. “I know, and I am sorry.”

“Is there anything I had done to deserve such a life?”

You want to wince, flinch at his words, but it is a fair question.

“No. Sometimes the universe isn’t fair when it gives somebody a course of life. You were a child, Simon. What happened to you, should’ve never happened, not to you, not to anyone.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re brave.” You add. “You’ve survived something you shouldn’t have had to face in the first place.”

“How do you cope with it?” Simon asks.

“With what?”

“The unfairness?”

You let out a sigh. “It is hard. Sometimes I have to guide innocent souls to the afterlife, souls I would have wished had a long and sweet life. And sometimes I see souls who I felt deserved death a long time ago. Unfortunately I cannot change the course of the universe, nor can I change the free will of humans.”

“Do you feel remorse?”

“No. I am no mortal, nor do I possess mortal feelings. I do however acknowledge the unfairness of certain situations.”

“I see. It is hard for me to imagine.”

“I get that.”

“Hey Death?”

“Yes, Simon?”

“Do you promise that they will be waiting for me in the afterlife?”

“I promise.”

Simon holds out his hand to you. “Then please, let me see them again.”

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viceversasramy · 5 months

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-Benefits Chapter 1 - Pictures! LESS GOOO

It was the year 2710 there was a woman who just graduated from Viro University she is having a problem for paying her sister’s college tuition and having trouble with finding her new job. She is sighs and flop in her bed her pet robot automatically turns on

Rorico: Hello Creator? Any luck on finding a new job

Girl(mc): you think? And why you were you on you haven’t even been fully charged yet?

Rorico: Why, you ask? You received a mail!

Girl(mc): Oh, where is it from?

Rorico: From Onix Villin he sends a voice message

Onix voice message: I heard you are looking for a job? We are short of a technician, and you are the only person I know who can how does $234,000 a month sounds? If you want to join, we can meet at the café nearby your house at 8:30 your free to deny or accept

Girl(mc): what?! That salary is more than my other previous jobs since college ...

Rorico: are you going to join-

Girl(mc): Let us get ready tomorrow-

Tomorow at 8:30

Girl(mc): you got to get ready I need my comfort friend with me when I am in an interview you know?

Rorico: I am ready I am going to just wait

They have arrived at the café spotted Onix sitting down and taking a sip of a coffee and take a glance at them both as they spotted each other (how funny tbh)

Onix: oh, you have arrived thought you are going to deny

Girl(mc): Then why are you here?

Onix: It is my favorite café to go every morning well... If I got time

Rorico: Well now she came so when is the interview?

Onix: Oh, we do not do interviews in this business we do tests to see if we can rely on it but being a technician oh and do you do repairs?

Girl(mc): I do? Why would you ask

Onix: oh, and then your fit to that task

As they walk Rorico and she saw a familiar figure it is her sister why is she tied up?

Girl(mc): Why is it my sister? Here and tied up...

Rorico: Hey what are you doing? That is my creator’s sibling Onix what did you dooooo....

Onix turn the off button of the Rorico

Onix: We cannot afford distractions, Now let me explain to you see those controllers there are broken. You have up to 5 minutes to fix that because it is connected to the missiles for it to attack the intruder. Now let us play a roleplay, shall we? I am the intruder, and your sister is the object that you must protect. If you finish it up well, you get to have your sister and get hired if not your sister will be.... let us just say you will never see her again, ever.

Girl(mc): Onix! What on earth!? When is this legal?

Onix: The time will start now

The time has begun her sister begin to cry for mercy, Onix is getting his weapon ready, the girl was in pressure, but she knows she must focus 3 minutes have past the she was still fixing the controllers carefully and fast. Few minutes have past 10 seconds left? (Dang, I am now getting lazy you're close to the end of the first chapter) 9...8... 7 ... 6 ... 5. ... 4... 3...

Girl(mc): THAT’S IT THIS IS THE LAST STRAW ONIX

She had enough and ran towards Onix and charged a fist and punched Onix right towards the face and then she heard clapping out of nowhere

Person 1: She seemed more of a fighter than a technician should we make her one

Person 2: Do not get your hopes high she is doing this test to be a technician

Person 3: Silence, she did not even finish her task for this test

Person 4: And? She saved her sister without thinking about her dear life!

Person 2: Onix are you okay?

Onix: Oh, I am alright I am just having a nosebleed no worries

Girl(mc): Should have hit harder

As she went to her sister and asked her if she was alright but now, she knows she is a hologram (this is cruel to write about) She is scared and relieved at the same time now that she is safe all of this for a job.

Girl(mc): Who even are you people?

She said while she turns on Rorico

Sicilienne: Oh, I am terribly sorry for giving you this test it must have been traumatizing... My name is Sicilienne the leader, The secretary Axten, Head of Security Sarai, and my partner Harmonite

Sicilienne: And what is your name newcomer?

Girl(mc): My name is... Lyra

-End of Chapter 1- the chapter 2 is gonna come out in uhh we'll see ;)

#omfg the pictures i took me a century #Chapter 1 #Benefits

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ao3feed-lokitony · 10 months

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Turnabout Is Fair Play

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by Meltha

Loki and Tony are sent on an undercover mission to an inhospitable planet.

Words: 2710, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies), Iron Man (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Tony Stark

Relationships: Loki/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Sharing a Bed, Homophobic Idiots, I am angry at the Supreme Court, Not Canon Compliant, beginning relationship, non-earth setting, Mild Revenge

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#ao3feed #fanfic #frostiron #ironfrost #loki x tony #tony x loki

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ao3feed-thor · 10 months

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Turnabout Is Fair Play

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by Meltha

Loki and Tony are sent on an undercover mission to an inhospitable planet.

Words: 2710, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies), Iron Man (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Tony Stark

Relationships: Loki/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Sharing a Bed, Homophobic Idiots, I am angry at the Supreme Court, Not Canon Compliant, beginning relationship, non-earth setting, Mild Revenge

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #thor

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entertainmentnerdly · 4 years

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[OC] Fall is here // Utah, USA// [2094 x 2710] via /r/EarthPorn https://ift.tt/3ksxKUm

#reddit #Earthporn #Science #Geology #Earth #Our World #[OC] Fall is here // Utah #USA// [2094 x 2710

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chockfullofsecrets · 4 years

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Critical Role: Sleep and Stories

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Rating: Gen

Summary: Here, sitting with Caduceus in the rooftop garden of what with the Mighty Nein’s growing penchant for multilingual portmanteaus was becoming colloquially known as the Xhorhaus, he was feeling oddly relaxed.

A little too relaxed, maybe.

Fjord has trouble staying awake during one of Caduceus’ stories. It’s not hard for Caduceus to find a way to help him pay attention.

Wordcount: 2710

A/N: An anon sent me a description of a fic they were looking for, and even though we couldn’t find it the idea was so soft that I decided it had to exist :)

Fjord was starting to see the appeal of gardens.

He definitely had a long way to go before becoming a proper follower of Melora - it was painfully easy to picture the Wildmother’s well-meant disapproval every time he got within five feet of some foreign plant or animal and promptly embarrassed himself - but here, sitting with Caduceus in the rooftop garden of what with the Mighty Nein’s growing penchant for multilingual portmanteaus was becoming colloquially known as the Xhorhaus, he was feeling oddly relaxed.

A little too relaxed, maybe. He and Caduceus had just finished cleaning up the kitchen after dinner, and he had asked for one of the stories of the Wildmother that his fellow disciple seemed to be in endless supply of. Fjord was doing his best to pay attention, but up here it felt as if the entire world was wrapping around him and lulling him to rest - the ever-present darkness broken only by the glow of divine lanterns, the gentle rustle of a thousand leaves in a slow breeze, the smell of earth and greenery in every direction telling him that he was being watched over and cradled in caring hands. The worst culprit, perhaps, was the bass of Caduceus’ slow voice, pitched even lower to better embody the gravity of the ancient tale he was telling. It gave him the childlike urge to lay his head against Caduceus’ chest, to feel the words echo through the emptiness Uk’otoa’s orbs had left inside him and take root in his bones. Not, he thought sleepily, that he would have been able to act on such an urge as the orphan child or the lonely adult that he had been only a year ago. He was endlessly fortunate to have such an intimate gesture as even a passing consideration now.

Maybe, just maybe, the Wildmother was telling him to go to sleep before he did something stupid.

“You’re not listening at all, are you?”

Fjord came back to himself at the remonstration, realizing with a sudden shock that he was no longer imagining the physicality of Caduceus’ voice. A quick canvassing of the surroundings revealed that he had, in fact, dozed off on top of Caduceus, temple pressed just below his collarbone.

Oh, Wildmother, nature really was a fickle bitch sometimes.

“Oh! My apologies, Caduceus, I - the story was lovely. I’m afraid it failed to compete with the tranquility of the lovely space you’ve created up here.”

Caduceus waited for him to trail awkwardly into silence, chuckling as Fjord tried and failed to stifle a stray yawn. “That’s fine, Fjord. I’m glad you like it up here, and I know I’m not the most exciting person to listen to. Why don’t you head down for the night?”

“No,” Fjord protested, feeling terribly guilty as his impromptu pillow started to get up, and in a moment of brash inspiration he slumped further into Caduceus until he was certain the firbolg wouldn’t be able to move without toppling them both. “Start again, please, if you have the time. I’m the one who asked you to tell a tale, and I would truly love to hear it.”

Even from a low angle, he could make out the surprised twitch of Caduceus’ ears, the corner of a smile in sudden bloom - he was pleased, heartbreakingly so at such a simple courtesy, and Fjord resolved instantly to say nice things to him more often.

“Might be easier to stay awake if you sit up,” Caduceus told him. One of his hands came up, and Fjord thought for a second that Caduceus might shove him off. Beau would definitely have shoved him off by now. But the hand simply enveloped his shoulder, warm and waiting.

Fjord elected to take full advantage of the invitation. “You’re comfortable,” he grumped, scrubbing the side of his face against Caduceus’ homespun shirt before it occurred to him how weird a thing that was to do.

Caduceus rumbled beneath him in quiet amusement - if Fjord wasn’t pressed up against him, he didn’t think he would have noticed. So much about Caduceus, he was starting to realize, was buried about six feet deep beneath his placid exterior. “Well, then. In that case, maybe this will keep you up.”

Natural as rainfall, his hand skimmed off Fjord’s shoulder and down his ribs, his thumb tracing a meandering line along the side of Fjord’s stomach. Fjord flinched instinctively, sniggering before he could stop himself, and buried his nose in Caduceus’ shoulder with even less decorum than before to keep himself from laughing outright. “Ah - I-”

Caduceus, entirely unworried, swiped his thumb back up and then down again. “Yes?”

Part of him was trying frantically to think of how Caduceus knew that he was ticklish - had he seen Beau prodding at him? Did Jester let it slip? It was the same part of him that, even now, kept track of how visible his tusks were every time he opened his mouth, the part that bristled in fear-anger-control when he met someone taller or broader than him or at a certain look in a bystander’s eye.

The rest of him, still soothed by the scent of plant life and the drowsy contact of cheek against skin-warmed cloth, was awash in mirth as goosebumps prickled in the wake of Caduceus’ fingers. Fjord tried to encourage it; his side was already growing sore from shoving into Caduceus’ space and holding himself there and so he sprawled even further to pillow his head in the firbolg’s lap, met his tranquil gaze and let the helpless smile pulling at his lips settle as it wished.

“I’m listening,” he said, hyper-aware of how the syllables crackled with laughter. “For - hm! - for now, at least.”

Caduceus started the story again. It was, surprisingly, easier to stay awake with the new sensation, the lazy loop of Caduceus’ fingers altered just enough at each pass to keep them constantly nudging at his attention. His fingers caught on the edge of Fjord’s navel, once, and he apologized mid-sentence as Fjord snorted out a proper laugh and squirmed in an involuntary moment of panic.

Stories of the Wildmother, from what Fjord could tell, had no clear rise or fall of action, just a simple sectioning by quests or commands or pure happenstance. Still, he could tell that the tale was nearly over when the trapdoor leading up from the tower to the garden creaked open.

Silver-tipped horns and blue hair popped up over the edge in a pretense of stealth, violet eyes making the most cursory attempt to evaluate the scene before the tiefling they belonged to sent the wooden door clattering open and scrambled up. “Hel-lo! Caduceus, can I ask you something - oh, hi Fjord! - ooh.”

Caduceus wasn’t talking anymore, but his thumb continued to rub gently against Fjord’s belly. Fjord tried to prop himself up on an elbow anyway, at least making a token attempt at dignity, and realized a moment too late that his muscles had apparently jellified in the face of his ticklish stupor. He wobbled and ended up right back on the ground where he’d started, cheek planted against Caduceus’ thigh. “Hi, Jester,” he sighed. Squeaked, if he was being honest.

Jester crept over to him as if he were some kind of rare woodland animal - though, knowing her, she’d probably rush straight at the thing and try to scoop it up - and cooed. He would have been embarrassed, but his ability for it had apparently disappeared along with his brain’s connection to his arms.

Relaxation was wild.

Still, something tweaked the pit of his stomach with subdued alarm as Jester suddenly blocked out his entire field of vision. “Oh, can I?” she asked abruptly, fingers out and wiggling diabolically. She wasn’t looking at him.

“Um,” Fjord said.

“Sure,” Caduceus allowed easily from what seemed like miles above his head. “What did you want to ask me?”

There were a number of things Fjord wanted to say about this development, most of them starting with ‘wait, what?’, but then Jester was scrubbing her fingers over his belly in a way he was pretty sure he’d seen her do to her dog once and it was entirely impossible for him to participate in any sort of conversation given how desperately he was laughing. “Jes!” he barked, scrambling for her wrists, or maybe to tickle her in return - if Caduceus’ ministrations had mired him in quietude, then Jester’s brazen attack was certainly a trigger to fight back.

Unfortunately, whatever battle lust he could muster couldn’t change the fact that he was at a complete disadvantage - he was prone, no armor of any sort to protect the soft spots that Jester was ruthlessly exploiting, and the way he was leaning against Caduceus made it nearly impossible to free either of his arms. Jester’s tail clamped around his knee, squeezing in a way that made his entire leg spasm, and he laughed even harder in a poor attempt to repress outright hysterics. “A-hah!-Jes, c’mon, stoppit-”

“Shush, Fjord, Caduceus and I are talking,” Jester said, almost petulant in her teasing. Her casual disregard was immediately belied by the warm smile she gave him, ruffling his hair into a complete disaster over his eyes before returning to tickling him silly, all the while chattering with Caduceus about pastries of some sort.

Fjord thought that maybe this was going to be how he died. Well, at least he was here with two clerics; he’d probably come back.

“Fjord,” Caduceus said what seemed like an entire hour later, catching the last fraying edge of his sanity as he looked up in desperate hope of salvation. “Should I start telling the story again?”

“The- the story?” Fjord’s spine nearly broke of its own accord as Jester zeroed in on a particularly delicate spot just south of his ribs. “Noho! She’s going - gods, plehehease Jes - she’s going to kill me, help!”

Fjord continued to plead for his life as Caduceus frowned slowly, processing the situation, and finally - “Oh, Jester, wait - hey, now-” He reached over Fjord, and abruptly his body was blessedly free from evil tickling fingers and Jester was squealing with laughter of an intensity that made him wince on her behalf.

Fjord finally struggled up to his elbows, wheezing out the remnants of giggles as he watched Caduceus efficiently mine every inch of ticklish flesh on Jester’s hips for unrestrained, screaming laughter. With his long reach, he herded her struggling form away from Fjord until she gave up completely and flopped to the ground in front of them, spouting fervently incomprehensible apologies.

Through it all, Caduceus didn’t even bat an eyelid. Fjord was probably going to have nightmares about this.

“There we go,” he said a moment later, rubbing Jester’s back where she lay face-first in the soil and glancing back down at Fjord. “Sorry, kind of slipped my mind there - you look, uh, purple? Are you okay?”

Thin fingers, appreciably delicate despite their size, brushed his hair away from his forehead and patted gently at his cheeks. As if he was a drooping flower, or a twisted stalk that needed to be nudged back towards the sun - it was tender enough to make Fjord dizzy.

“You’re my hero,” he confessed, grinning helplessly, and slumped back onto Caduceus with an unceremonious thump. “Okay, keep going, I want to hear what happens to Palak.”

Like one of Caduceus’ mushrooms, Jester’s head popped up from the soil with alarming speed. “Wait, is there a story?” she asked, pausing to spit out a mouthful of dirt. She was kneeling in front of Caduceus in an instant, one hand planted just shy of his furred leg in supplication. “Can I listen too?”

Her voice was light, but with his face so close to the earth Fjord could just make out the way her other hand clenched reflexively against her skirts in the face of Caduceus’ unperturbed expression. “It’s just been a while since I’ve had a nighttime story, you know? I mean, I read ‘Tusk Love’ all the time before bed because it’s the best story ever, but it’s not the same, and - ooh, does your story have true love in it?”

Caduceus tilted his head, considering. “Well, it’s an ancient tale that’s been passed down through my family. I suppose you could say it has a similar kind of devotion.”

“There’s a guy with a shovel that has a holy leather thong on the handle,” Fjord added helpfully. Jester’s grip on her skirts relaxed as she threw back her head and laughed at the unintended innuendo, just the way he knew she would, and he smiled back at her.

Caduceus smiled too, although Fjord thought it might be more in response to Jester’s happiness than an understanding of the joke. “Of course you can listen. Should I start at the beginning?”

“No, wait, I can do it,” Fjord insisted, reaching blindly up to pat at Caduceus’ shoulder. “I’ve heard it twice now, after all.” He cleared his throat as dramatically as he could while flat on his back. Jester leaned in, Caduceus looking down on them both, and Fjord dutifully recounted what he remembered of the tale - a barren, cracked land where seeds lay atop the earth and were ravaged by birds, a mossy-skinned orc receiving a sign from the Wildmother and following the jagged scars on the earth back to their source so he could dig up an ancient boon. Caduceus remained silent through his rendition of the tale, even when Fjord referred to one of the more persistent avian attackers as ‘a real fucker’.

He’d been told that he had a knack for stories out at sea, with all of his crewmates having nothing better to do when the winds calmed - accomplished liars, every single one of them. He wasn’t sure if the Wildmother would approve of his particular style of embellishment, but it did feel nice to tell a true story for once.

Eventually he reached the point where Caduceus left off and came to a stop himself. Jester appeared perfectly rapt, budged up against him and Caduceus with wide eyes and one leg crooked up over his arm. He looked next to Caduceus, somewhat anxious, and found him pleasantly approving. “That was really good,” he commended, and the compliment felt all the better for the way Fjord could feel it echoing through his skull. “You’ll do a good job of passing these on, when the time comes.”

“It’s not finished,” Jester protested, tail lashing animatedly behind her as she sprang up and unleashed a flurry of gentle slaps on both of them - being Jester, they still stung quite a bit. “Caduceus, tell us how it ends!”

“Please,” Fjord drawled, purposefully patronizing, and just laughed as Jester slapped him again before dutifully echoing the pleasantry.

He laughed again as Caduceus harrumphed and blinked, moving even slower than usual in a way that he read as absolutely intentional even before feeling the same slow rumble of amusement against his shoulders. “Sit still then,” Caduceus intoned, teasing, and with a pout Jester settled back with legs crossed primly, the picture of an intent listener.

From the corner of his eye, Fjord could see her trying to tickle the sole of Caduceus’ bare foot with her toes. Smirking to himself, he rolled over a little and added a finger or two to her efforts.

The rumble intensified into something that could probably be quantified as an audible laugh. Fjord was tempted to push further, but Caduceus reached out again, drawing Jester’s offending foot into his lap and bringing one silvered hand back down to Fjord’s belly in warning. “Don’t tickle me,” he said mildly. “I’m trying to tell a story.”

“Okay, o-kay,” Jester squeaked hastily, shuffling to accommodate the new twist of her legs and eventually just laying down on her side and cuddling up next to Fjord. Her hair smelled of paint and cinnamon - he wondered where she’d found the latter in Xhorhas, and decided he might be better off not knowing. “There, we’re ready, go!”

The soft breeze blew a little warmer, as if in approval. Fjord watched Caduceus smile up at his tree, at the lights, and found himself pleasantly sure of a happy ending.

#tickling #critical role #fjorclay #caduceus clay #fjord #jester lavorre #chocfic

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lanthimo · 4 years

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Recently, I have been seeing posts about the lack of fics where Ladybug loves Chat without knowing his identity or because she’s moving on from Adrien. And they are right. So here is a silly, not-very-good one shot... I actually wrote something like this before but... still...

Note: English isn’t my first (or second or third) language, I apologize for every grammar mistake and typo (since I am too lazy for proof-reading)

You can also find this fic on AO3.

Word Count: 2710

Summary: He was always happy to be there for her, wait for her. Today, she was determined to tell him he no longer needed to wait. She was finally willing to meet him halfway. She was ready to give him what he always desired. Her heart and everything that came with it.

One thing that can be admired by everyone around her was Marinette’s loyalty. She was loyal to a fault. That was known by everyone around her, and most considered this to be one of her great qualities. Yet, there were downsides, too. A part of her obsession with Adrien came from her loyalty. They were never together, she never made any promises to Adrien, yet, she was devoted to him. She wouldn’t even think of another boy for a moment. There was no place for someone else in her heart. At the age of 14, she decided to give her heart to Agreste boy and like every time she made a promise, she was determined to keep it.

Yet, here she was. Standing behind a column and watching her partner as he was leaning against a gargoyle of Notre Dame, singing softly while waiting for her. Her hands tightened around the thick bricks as she swallowed. Only one step forward and he would know she was there; he was waiting for her for at least 15 minutes now. Still, he didn’t show any annoyance, any impatience. He was always happy to be there for her, wait for her.

Today, she was determined to tell him he no longer needed to wait. She was finally willing to meet him half way. She was ready to give him what he always desired. Her heart and everything that came with it.

She was only 14 when she fell in love with that gorgeous green-eyed boy in his class. She never considered love before. She never claimed to be in love. She wasn’t even interested in love except silly romance novels and young adult books. Fiction was the only source for these kind of things for her. And when she lay awake at night, she would dream of passionate love stories. But when she met Adrien, it was like a lightning strike. It was fast, earth shattering and suddenly her world was upside down. Her eyes followed him everywhere he went, her thoughts were surrounded by his existence. Her entire being turned into a moon and fell into his orbit. She didn’t stop and think for a second, knowing the intensity of her feelings, she declared her undying love for the green-eyed boy, never hiding her affection for the model from her friends. Thus, she never felt a need to consider other types and forms of love. What else was there? She didn’t think. Because above all, Marinette was happy to be in love with Adrien. She didn’t need Adrien to hold her hand or kiss her to be happy. She dreamed of those things, hoped and yearned for them. But being in love with Adrien was what made her happy. She opened her eyes in the morning and thought of him with a lazy smile on her face. She went to bed with a content smile, thinking only of her first and only love.

The first time she actually considered Chat Noir as a serious love interest was terrible. Until that night, everything in her life had a label. She was a well-organized girl, keeping everything separated in her mind. She loved her family, Alya was her best friend, she was in love with Adrien. Chat Noir had ‘partner’ and ‘good friend’ labels stuck on him for years. She didn’t question the softness in her own voice, her shining eyes when she talked about him with Alya, Nino and Adrien. She felt affection for both Alya and Nino, Chat was no different in her book. Her affection for him came easily to her. She had a big heart and too much love to share and for a while she was suspicious that, where she received all the love she needed in her life, Chat barely experienced any.

He was lying in her arms as she waited for her Cure to take his pain away when she felt the biggest desire to lean down and kiss him, to tell him ‘stay with me, my world would go dark without your light’. She didn’t register or question this desire; this need until she was alone in her room in the middle of the night as an ordinary teenage girl that went through another traumatizing experience of witnessing the almost-demise of her partner. She didn’t even think about the awkwardness of this feeling until her eyes met with Adrien’s through his poster. Her beautiful blue eyes widened with sudden realization. She told herself it was normal; she was scared of losing him. She wanted to protect him. She didn’t ever want to see him in pain. And yes, without Chat, her life would be a lot of darker. That didn’t mean much since she felt almost the same way about Alya.

What scared her was the desire to kiss him that came with the fear of never being able to kiss him if he died. She would never be able to hold him, kiss him, hug him. The fear clutched her heart like an iron grip, she felt selfish for wanting to keep him close to her without promising him anything. Her heart completely belonged to Adrien, after all. She had nothing to offer to him. Yet, she never wanted to see him leave her. And truth to be told, the kiss wouldn’t mean much if it wasn’t followed by more powerful desires. She admitted her partner’s attractiveness a couple of times during her conversations with Alya. She could see why girls would like him. If she only wanted to kiss him because of her teenage hormones found her partner attractive, she could deal with those feelings easily.

However, there was this burning desire, growing like a dangerous flame, like an ivy that wrapped around her heart before she could realize it. She noticed small things about him, she always did. How bright his smile could be, how messy his shiny blond hair was, his delicate fingers that looked like they belonged to a pianist. His tall, lanky frame. How his vivid green eyes softened when he looked at her. The way his lips formed the softest of smiles when he was talking to her. When he touched her, his fingers almost softly caressed her skin through the costume.

She buried her face into her pillow, wishing those feelings to go away. She was in love with Adrien, she loved him, they would fall in love, buy a house and live together with their hamsters. Chat Noir could only exist like a friendly figure in this dream. But for some reason, she felt like he cataclysmed this dream, without actually meaning it. She couldn’t even be mad at him; he was always open when it comes to his feelings. He never lied, he never hid, he never misled her. He was an open book. It was her that was confusing, making everything difficult.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” he told her once, “I love loving you. I am happy, your friendship means everything to me. I can live with this.”

Her heart shattered into million pieces, recognizing her own feelings for Adrien in Chat’s words. Except, Marinette loved the safe place of her love for Adrien, where she admired him from afar without confessing her love to him. When your heart is never broken, it’s easier to be happy after all. For Chat it was different. He was rejected by Ladybug. More than once. And with time, he learned to accept and live with it. Not actually moving on, but he was content with what they had.

Now, she was the one who wasn’t happy with it. Chat made her brave from the first day they met. He gave her power to face the strongest enemies, biggest fears. His presence was like a warm aura wrapped around her, protecting her from every dark thought. With the power he placed in her, she was ready to shatter the walls of her safe space for once. She was ready to tackle, understand, question and act on her feelings. But a part of her was wary. This was Chat. The boy who loved her unconditionally for years. She couldn’t play with his feelings without being 100% sure of her own.

So, she waited. Until tonight. She watched him. She watched herself. This was the first time she actually dared to consider different types and forms of love. Even if she fell in love with someone after Adrien, she always expected it to be just like her meeting with Adrien. Sudden, striking, strong. But with Chat it was warm, slow, soft. It was like a fuzzy, warm blanket wrapped around her. Where Adrien’s love made her knees go weak, Chat’s love made her heart warm up.

She wanted to reach forward and run her hands through his messy hair. She wanted to memorize every part of his face, trace the lines of his mask. She wanted to feel the skin of his soft cheeks against her finger tips. She wanted to kiss him slowly, passionately. She wanted him to hug her, hold her close to his chest, feeling the slick surface of his costume against her cheek as she pressed her face against his shoulder. She wanted him to whisper sweet nothings to her like she read in those romance novels. She wanted to bake for him. She wanted him to sing for her like he often did jokingly.

She wanted all of him.

His friendship. His love. His support. His silly puns. His pain. His fears. His weaknesses.

She was no longer 14. She was no longer a child. She knew there were different kinds of love. She knew she could love her partner with all her heart. No fear. No betrayal. No guilt. She knew he wasn’t perfect and that was okay. Neither was she. They were like puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly, completing each other’s shortcomings.

She made several plans over the year, different ways of confessing to Adrien. All very romantic, over the top and almost poetic. Yet, she had no plan tonight. With Chat, she just couldn’t imagine making all those plans. He was her partner for years. They were always open with each other. They hid nothing if they could help it. So, Marinette decided to be open with him. She wanted to walk there, hold his hand and tell him how her heart yearned for his. She wanted to kiss him, feel his arms wrap around her as she forgets even her name.

“Girl, Ladybug is totally in love with Chat Noir”, Alya claimed one day, making Marinette almost choke on her smoothie.

“Why would you say that?” She squeaked, hoping Alya wouldn’t notice her reddened cheeks that mostly appeared around Adrien Agreste before.

“You should have seen them,” Alya explained excitedly, “the last time I saw them, Ladybug couldn’t stop touching that the boy. Most of the time, her hand was on his shoulder or holding his wrist. I swear, her voice softened when she was talking to or about him. She looked at him like—like how you look at Adrien.” Alya chuckled softly. “See, girl, I am an expert at this, thanks to you.”

Then there was the time when they tumbled on the ground and fell on each other. His face was so close to hers; his wide cat-like eyes were hypnotizing and for a moment Ladybug felt a desire to reach forward and press her lips against his. But Chat yelped and pulled away as he apologized fervently. Ladybug looked at his reddened cheeks with an amused expression. They were both a huge mess. Perfect for each other.

But the moment that really made her aware of her own feelings came a week ago. They were sitting on a rooftop together, watching the streets down below under the full moon. His hair looked almost silver with moonlight, his eyes were shining in the darkness of their hidden place, away from the curious gazes of the citizens that wanted to catch a glance of their heroes.

“I want you to promise me something.” She said softly, feeling like an emotional mess that night.

“Anything.” He replied easily. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t think. And he was genuine. He would do anything for her. She knew it. Her heart burned with a desire to confess then. She wanted him to know that it wasn’t for nothing. That he wasn’t waiting for nothing. She was here. She was with him. And so was her heart.

She swallowed.

“If... anything happens, you will find me. You will come and find me. Without masks.”

“What?” He looked confused. This wasn’t what he expected. “What kind of thing? What’s going on?”

He looked alarmed. Worry shadowed his handsome features.

“Nothing.” She smiled softly. “I... I just feel tired. And, I don’t know. I didn’t have a good day.” She turned her blue eyes to him. “I just want you to know that, I am here. With you. Because I want to.”

“Ladybug, is everything alright?” His eyes softened, hand reaching forward to hold her hand. Nothing romantic. Just friends comforting each other. “You can talk to me.”

“I know.” She looked down at the streets, no longer meeting his eyes. “I had a dream I was dying.” She muttered. “My hand slipped. I fell. My transformation dropped before I hit the floor. And my last thought was...” She looked up at him through her lashes, “of you.”

“Me?” Hs eyes widened.

“I thought ‘Chat will never know who I am, who I was’. I was worried you would never know the truth. You would think I ditched you, left all the burden on your shoulders and ran away.” And I want you to know, she thought, I want you to know me. I want you to know I would never leave you. Nothing can keep me away from you. So, if I get lost, come find me, so I can find you, too. So, we can still be Ladybug and Chat Noir, even without the mask. Because I can’t image my life without the boy behind the mask anymore.

He chuckled.

“Ladybug, come on. You know I would never think that way of you.” His smile softened. “You are the bravest, most selfless person I’ve ever known. I know, if you could, you would take my responsibilities, too. Because that’s who you are.”

He always spoke of her with admiration coloring his voice. In his eyes, she was the ultimate hero. She was the poster girl of bravery, wisdom, courage.

She turned her hand in his and wrapped her fingers around his hand. She looked into his eyes.

“I am who I am today, thanks to you.” He opened his mouth to protest but she laughed softly. “If you didn’t stand beside me, if you didn’t encourage me, I wouldn’t be here today.”

“If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be here today, too.” He whispered back.

And she knew. She knew then. This selfless, trusting, charming boy was the one she wanted. The one she needed. It wasn’t hero worship, his feelings for her, he was always there along the way as she stumbled, he witnessed her mistakes, her failures. He knew her in a way that no other people in this planet did. And he loved her.

And she loved him back.

She loved him with her entire being, her whole heart that sometimes it scared her. This love felt so delicate in her hands. There were so many obstacles, so many problems, fears... Yet, she never felt a bigger desire to overcome everything in her way.

She wanted to love Chat. She wanted to love him freely, without the entire world watching them to catch a weakness. She wanted to love him the way he deserved to be loved. Completely and unconditionally.

Finally, she took a step forward. Chat Noir’s head turned toward her and his face immediately lightened up as he noticed her.

A small yet determined smile appeared on Ladybug’s lips. She was ready to take this next step, to confess and accept their love for each other. She feared nothing. No one. Not even Papillon could stand in her way to this boy.

“Hello, Chaton.”

#ladybug #ladynoir #chat noir #my fics #drunk posting #more like shit posting #i am an adult but i am not an adult #i shouldnt be allowed to post anything while i am tpisy #i will hate myself later brb #maybe soft angst #btw

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yeah okay I'm just gonna post this half-baked petermj piece I drew before I got sick with the flu

#spider man #spiderman #peter parker #mj watson #mary jane watson #petermj #my drawing #fanart #earth 2710

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ao3feed-goodomens · 4 years

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Earth Angel

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/385b0Ds

by sarahtoninsmile

based on a tumblr post by @rainydaydecaf: https://ift.tt/2Pu1ZgM

'I’ve got this idea for an AU where Crowley is a human, perhaps a very rich and successful human, who nevertheless feels like his life is empty and meaningless. And on top of that, he just got a diagnosis of cancer and only has two to five years to live, so he’s dealing with that on top of everything else. Enter Aziraphale, an angel who’s been sent down to Earth to save Crowley’s soul before his demise'

Words: 2710, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens), Hastur (Good Omens), Adam Young (Good Omens), Death (Good Omens)

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Based on a Tumblr Post, Guardian Angel Aziraphale (Good Omens), Guardian Angel AU, Mentions of Cancer, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Human!Crowley, This is mostly funny i promise

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/385b0Ds

#ao3feed #fanfic #Good Omens

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pitubea1910 · 6 years

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Same to you

Pairing: Brad Simpson x Reader

Featuring: Connor Ball, James McVey, Tristan Evans and Ethan (OC)

Words: 2710

Warning: angst and fluff

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MASTERLIST

You smiled at him, your arms wrapped around his neck, trying to fix the collar of his shirt before he went up on stage. Kisses all over your face kept on distracting you from your mission, but you would never complain about it. You would smile at him and tell him how idiot he was but he knew better.

“I love you too” he said with a cocky smile.

“Shut up, Simpson” you rolled your eyes and placed your hands on his shoulders. “You’re all ready”

“No I’m not” he shook his head.

“Well, then you better get ready because-“, your sentence was cut off by his lips falling over yours.

Your arms immediately wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer to you as a small smile appeared on your lips in between the kiss. You just loved when he interrupted you like this. Especially when he would give you that playful smile that you would die for afterwards.

Brad closed his eyes at the memory that used to make him smile. Six fucking months. That was all it had taken you to be with someone else and he was forced to witness it every single day they were on the road. He had to hear you laughing knowing he wasn’t the reason behind that laugh, he had to see you smiling up at someone that wasn’t him, being held by some arms that wasn’t his, and it was killing him. Too much for moving on.

“Brad!” James exclaimed his name, snapping him out of his thoughts and making look away from you and that guy. Ethan.

“Yeah, sorry” he quickly said, turning his attention back to the keys of the piano in front of him. Soundcheck. Yes. Show. That night. Milan. He got it.

“Maybe we should take a break” Connor suggested after seeing you walking around the little venue with the photographer by your side.

“What? We’ve just started” Tris protested. Connor glared at him and then pointed at you with his head. “But a break sounds good, I need to pee anyway” he immediately added getting up from the drums.

“Guys, it’s not-“ Brad tried to say but Tris was already walking out of the stage followed by Connor. “Fuck…” he mumbled running a hand through his hair before getting up, avoiding to look at you at all costs.

“You okay?” James asked walking over him with a bottle of water on his hand.

“Yeah” he nodded, almost lost in his thoughts again. “I’m sorry I got distracted, I didn’t get too much sleep last night” he apologised.

“Sure, that’s probably it” James said looking at you.

Brad sighed looking at his friend. He knew he wouldn’t trick anyone but he didn’t want to make a drama so he just looked at you for a brief moment and walked out of stage. He did need a moment for himself.

They had been forced to look for a new photographer when their official one broke his leg and had to go to back to England. Ethan had been the best one they could find with such short notice and he really was a good photographer, everyone liked him, but when you started to like him everything went to hell.

Ever since you and Brad broke up thing had been tense between you two, although you tried to be polite with each other. You didn’t spend more time than the necessary in the same room, just enough for you to do their hairs and make up before going on stage, and even those minutes felt like infinity. But you did it. You behaved like the professionals you two were, but the ice wall between Brad and you just became thicker when Ethan came in the way.

The break up had been hard for you as well but you knew it was for the best. It was too much pressure, too much attention, too much hate, too much to handle. Brad understood but it didn’t make it any easier. You spent weeks not being able to be next to him for more than five minutes. It finally was Connor the one who helped you through that first post-break up stage and even though you finally were able to work with him, you missed him. Every single day, every minute, every night.

You missed all about him, his laugh, his jokes, the happiness in his eyes when he looked at you, the stolen kisses, the eternal hugs before each show, the touch of his hand on your back every night, helping you fall asleep, the feeling of his hair under your touch. You knew you would never feel the same for anyone else, but you also knew you needed your life to be yours, not the public’s.

So when Ethan joined the tour it was like fresh water pouring on your head. Somehow you two clicked immediately. He was such a nice and funny guy that really helped to take your head off things every day. Of course he knew about you and Brad, like the whole fandom had known about it, but luckily he never actually asked specific questions about it which you thanked greatly.

Soon, maybe too soon, he asked you out on a real date and, you still didn’t know why, you agreed. From that point you couldn’t tell what kind of relationship you had. You weren’t dating, that was sure, but you used to sleep together, make out and all that kind of stuff. You didn’t want to label him as ‘rebound’ because it sounded too cold but you couldn’t say you had real feelings for him. Still, you couldn’t put yourself in that situation so soon, so you just decided to go on with it.

“Earth to (Y/N)?” Ethan asked when you drifted off after seeing Brad leaving the stage.

“Shit, sorry” you quickly replied looking at him. “You were saying?” You asked with a bright smile, trying to block him off your mind.

“Nothing important” he shook his head. Ethan wasn’t stupid. He could see you weren’t over your ex, but he was willing to have all the patience he needed.

“Okay” you smiled and looked back at the stage where was just James tuning one of his many guitars. “I’m going to the bathroom” you said, needed some space at the moment.

Ethan nodded as a response, while he adjusted something on the camera zoom you still didn’t understand. Almost as a reflex action, you took your hand to your back pocket to take your phone out but when you didn’t find it you remembered you had left it at the dressing room charging. Therefore, you headed that way, smiling at the people you walked by until you got to the dressing room and walked in, closing the door behind you to make sure you had some privacy. Immediately you spotted your phone on the other side of the room, charging on the floor.

With a deep sigh, you sat on the floor, your back against the wall as you checked your last messages. Most of them you decided to ignore since they were from group chats where you barely talked. You just replied to your brother who would go to the Madrid show since he was working there and wanted to know when you would be arriving.

When you closed iMessage you didn’t feel like going back out so you just opened Instagram and started scrolling down the app, until the door opened and none other than Brad walked in, making you freeze when he closed the door behind him. Since he was on the phone he didn’t even see you but that didn’t mean it made you feel better, especially due to the fact that it was the first time you had been alone in a room since you two broke up.

“What does that even mean?” He asked, obviously annoyed at whatever he was listening. “Bullshit” he said turning around, his eyes suddenly meeting yours, making you freeze even more. “Shit… I call you later” he mumbled, hanging up immediately.

“Don’t worry about me, I was just leaving” you said getting up from the floor and disconnecting your already charged phone. “I have things to do anyway” you excused yourself.

“I bet” he almost snapped, making you stop in your way to the door. With a frown you looked at him.

“You bet?” You repeated, narrowing your eyes at his tone.

“You were busy taking photos around the place, weren’t you?” he said putting his phone in his pocket.

You knew perfectly where he was trying to get with that and you definitely didn’t need that conversation. Not with him. Not in that moment. So you just faked a smile.

“I was indeed” you said, making your way back to the door.

“Is it the same?” He suddenly asked, just when you were about to put your hand on the doorknob, but you didn’t turn around. “With him” he clarified.

“We don’t need this conversation” you mumbled.

“I think we do” he said taking a few steps towards you. For some reason he was angry, angry at the conversation he just had on the phone, angry at you, angry at that photographer, and after weeks of building up he just couldn’t take it. “Tell me”, he repeated, “does he touch like I do?”

“Don’t…” you mumbled, still not turning around but feeling his presence just behind you.

“Does it feel the same?” he asked. You closed your eyes taking a deep breath.

“I’m trying to move on, Brad” you commented.

“That’s a lie” he snapped. “You’re not moving on, I know you” he said.

“You know nothing” you mumbled opening the door as fast as you could and walking out of the room with your heart pounding against your chest.

Brad closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He tried to control himself so much, but lately he just felt himself on edge the whole time, like he would explode any second and he knew he would have done it if you hadn’t walked out. But he also knew he was right. He could see in the way you acted around him, just like he acted around you. You weren’t over each other and you would never be. He ran a hand over his face and forced himself to go back out of the room and back to the stage to do the bloody soundcheck.

Nobody saw you for the rest of the evening. Not until you had to do their hairs and make up before the show. Even then you tried to stay as far from Brad as you could, at least until you had to work with him. You called his name almost in a whisper and not looking at him, not for a moment, but feeling his eyes on you the whole time. He took a seat while you cleaned your brushes a bit.

“Ready?” You asked with your back facing him.

“Yeah” he replied.

With a nod you took the hair mousse you used on his hair, put a bit on your hand and walked around him to stand behind him. Taking a deep breath you moved his head back and started spreading the mousse on his hair like you knew he liked. Aa small smile appeared on his hair when you started your usual massage and he closed his eyes, relaxing for the first time in the whole day, allowing himself to dream of another different situation.

Seeing him so relaxed, with that small smile on his face, made it clearer for you how right he was. Of course you weren’t over him. You probably would never be over him. You would probably always love him, which made working with him harder. But the truth was that you loved your work and you loved him way too much to stay away. You were doomed.

“You’re ready” you whispered when you also finished his make up.

“Thanks” he said sitting up properly, looking at you for a brief moment before you turned around again to gather all your material. “(Y/N)”, he mumbled getting up.

“Yeah?” You asked not turning around.

“I’m… I’m sorry for…what happened before” he apologised. “I… I was on edge and I took it out on you. I’m sorry” he sighed.

“Don’t worry” you quickly replied. “You didn’t say anything that wasn’t true” you shrugged before closing your make up bag and walking out of the dressing room.

It took Brad a couple of seconds to register what you had just said but by the time he reacted you were far gone. He wanted to chase after you but they had to go out in no time so he would have to wait until the end of the show. Luckily, he knew you were worth the wait.

Usually you would see every single one of their shows. Maybe it was always the same but you enjoyed every one like it was the first. That night though you just weren’t in the mood, so the moment they went on stage you left the venue and climbed up on the tour bus where at least you would be alone for an hour and a half.

You thought you could be strong, you thought you could spend every day with him and all would be the same, you thought you could be friends. What a fool you were. Brad and you would never be friends, not after your history, not after everything you had gone through. Even if you tried it, you knew you would never see him as a friend, just like you knew that the way Ethan made you feel had nothing to do with how Brad made you feel, both physically and emotionally. You had fallen for Bradley Will Simpson, you were made for each other, and you knew there was nothing you could do to prevent such thing.

By the time they hurried into the tour bus you were on your second cup of tea. They were all sweaty but you immediately hugged Connor who was the first one coming in.

“We missed you there today” he said after placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I… I didn’t feel so good” you shrugged. “I needed a rest” you added hugging James. “Damn, take a bloody shower guys”

“I’m first!” Tris exclaimed pushing everyone off the way to get to the shower. You chuckled a little and looked at Brad, the one left to hug.

“You did great” you said.

“You didn’t see us” he almost laughed. You shrugged and hugged yourself.

“I don’t have to” you replied.

You looked back to James and Connor who had been watching you two interact. You raised both eyebrows and they both quickly left that part of the bus to give you two some privacy.

“What you said before…” Brad commented taking a step closer to you. “About me saying the truth”

“You understood it, huh? How long did it take you?” You teased him. He laughed again and sighed.

“Long enough I guess” he replied. “But was I? Saying the truth?”

“Moving on from you is not that easy” you chuckled biting your lip. “And… no one will ever make me feel like you do” you added.

Brad smiled and closed the distance between you two, taking your face in his hands and taking a deep breath, trying to assimilate your words. You placed your hands over his and bite your lip.

“I love you and I’m sorry” he said before finally crashing his lips over yours, his curls tickling your forehead, making you smile at how much you missed this feeling as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I knew you were lying!” Tris suddenly said behind you two, taking you by surprise.

“What the fuck?” You asked turning to look at the guy who was smiling widely at the sight of you two.

“He said he was over you just two days ago” Tris replied crossing his arms. You raised an eyebrow and looked at Brad, who laughed and wrapped an arm around you.

“That’s a lie” he said before snuggling his head in the crock of your neck.

#brad simpson #bradley will simpson #the vamps #brad imagine #brad simpson imagine #brad x reader #brad simpson x reader #the vamps imagine #imagine #pitubea #reader insert #same to you

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