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ghostbeam · 2 years

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can you feel my heart beating like a hammer? | Dabi/Touya Todoroki

You watch from your spot, shoulders tense as you anticipate the arrival of yet another creepy clown or zombie when you see him.

He’s not like the other actors. He’s not quick with his movements and doesn’t yell or jump at anyone. His terror lies in the fact that he does none of those things, that he stands across from you and stares.

And then he grins.

Your stomach turns but not in fear.

Notes: hiiiiii so this is my scare actor!dabi fic. It’s my halloween/October fic for the month!! I’ve been working on this for a while and I’ve finally finished only five days before halloween lmao. Wanna thank mari for calling me after class that day where we had the same exact thought of this at the same time and I had to pull over to put it in my notes (and also for thinking of this title cause I was struggling) anyways I hope you enjoy!!! thanks for reading!! (Title from help I'm alive by metric) listen to the playlist here!

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, f!reader, explicit content, scare actor!dabi, Dabi is touya (quite literally he is not called Dabi in this at all ajhssjsjjss), sex in public, fearplay (kind of), multiple orgasms, overstimulation (very brief), oral f!receiving, fingering, multiple instances where Dabi rests his hand on ur neck but never chokes u, biting (shoulder, neck), ‘baby’ and ‘angel’ as pet names, use of ‘good girl’, frightening (debatable im not that good) depictions of scare actors and haunts, one description of gory makeup, fake weapons

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You’re scared, terrified actually, and your friends are nowhere in sight.

You’re cold. You’re hungry. A clown with a chainsaw won’t stop following you around, and you just want to go home.

When you were invited to the local haunted house, your first instinct was to say no. You’d always been afraid of these things, anything with jumpscares, anything not contained in the screen of your television, you decided wasn’t for you. But your friends insisted and explained that the local haunt wouldn’t be anything like any of those expensive theme parks with big productions and highly trained actors.

But if you were being honest with yourself, it all felt the same to you. It was maybe a little creepier, out in a field in the middle of nowhere, the closest business a couple of miles away, and no background checks for the actors. Uneasiness washed over you the moment you stepped through the wooden gates.

And now you’re alone.

Scare actors are coming at you left and right, all dressed in dark makeup or clown outfits or fake blood, each with their very own faux weapon used for getting just close enough to you without touching. They’re targeting you because you’re scared, you realize because you scream and clutch your head and run in all different directions when they come at you.

It’s quite the production for a local haunt. It’s eerie, smoke machines pour fog throughout, and music that ranges from creepy carnival tunes to popular horror movie scores blare through worn-out speakers, which add to the effect. The actors are painted with precision or covered in liquid latex and black blood that oozes from fake wounds. You feel like you’re in a horror movie. You might be in one, for all you know, which is what scares you the most

You finally find a moment to calm yourself down, seeking a single moment of peace against a makeshift wall on the outside of a haunted house.

You take a moment to look around you, out over the sea of people and costumes. You observe the way the actors jump at the attendees, throwing themselves forward or making loud noises, dragging and tapping their fake weapons against the ground. It’s complete chaos, and you thought that seeing it from the sidelines would make it less terrifying for you, but it doesn’t. You don’t want to be here.

You watch from your spot, shoulders tense as you anticipate the arrival of yet another creepy clown or zombie when you see him.

And then he grins.

Your stomach turns but not in fear.

He’s not scary, just strange, and oddly handsome too, you think. You don’t smile back, but you keep your eyes on him. You aren’t sure if his smile is part of his act or if he means it. Somehow, both make you uneasy.

He’s slow as he moves towards you, calculated. His eyes rake up and down your body as he approaches. As he comes closer, you can finally get a good look at his face, smudged with paint over scars that fall underneath both eyes and line his jaw. What looks to be like staples sit in the seam between the marked and unmarked skin, and you can’t tell if they’re part of the costume or if he wears the piercings when he’s not working. You kind of hope he does.

He looms over you, close enough that you can smell a mixture of sweat and cologne on his skin, but not enough to touch you. You think you want him to, though. His eyes are a brilliant blue, almost glowing against the night.

He’s beautiful. You can tell even hidden under the face paint. His costume is stitched together with yarn at the seams of his shoulders, silver staples that imitate the piercings on his face scatter the stitches. His coat is long and reaches the middle of his calves, and a loose white shirt drapes over his chest. His dark jeans wear the same stitches as his coat, and his dark boots are big, the sound of the soles against the pavement is loud as he steps even closer to you.

Touya’s never had any particular interest in any of the attendees of the haunt before. Sure, he’s taken girls home who’d bravely slipped their numbers into his pocket or caught him when his shift was over, but no one had ever caught his eye quite like you.

He’d seen you cowering before his coworkers, running away and screaming, not unlike many of the people around you. But he had noticed you.

And now you’re standing not even an inch away from him, staring up at him with wide eyes and trembling so hard he can almost feel you. You’re adorable. He wants to see you like this underneath him with your back arched, pretty lips parted for him, just for him.

Your moment is interrupted by the revving of a chainsaw and the dragging of metal against pavement as yet another clown laughs loudly in your ear. You jump, unconsciously moving forward, finding yourself in the arms of the patchwork man you’d been so captivated by. You squeak out a small sorry, but he says nothing, smirking down at you.

Dabi’s heart leaps in his chest. He wants to steal you away, pull you into one of the haunts, and fuck you behind one of the walls. No one would suspect a thing if he covered you in enough fake blood to pass as one of them, making you scream in pleasure against the screams of fear.

His eyes flicker to your lips before he lowers his hands to your waist, squeezing tightly before backing away from you and leaving you alone without a word.

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After another half an hour of running from scare actors and looking for your friends, you finally find them near a food stand, unassuming and completely unaware you’d disappeared.

You sprint towards them, getting good at dodging anyone jumping at you after all of that time alone. Your best friend spots you first, her eyes widening as she walks towards you.

“Where the fuck did you go?” She questions with a drink in one hand that flashes different colors from the plastic light-up ice in the liquid.

“You guys left me!” You exclaim, “I’ve been dodging those fuckers for an hour alone!”

“We thought you were with us. I promise! We went in that one haunt with the possession scene and when we came out you were gone!” She explains, but you can’t help but feel a little annoyed. You didn’t even want to come out tonight. You’d only said yes because she begged.

“Did you look for me?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Look,” She begins, “Everything is so chaotic here. Everyone was moving on to the next house! I figured you’d catch up!”

“You suck.” You pout.

“I know I do. I’m sorry!” She pleads. “I’ll buy you something to eat. C’mon.”

She buys your meal and leads you to some of the wooden picnic tables in the small area, the rest of your friends already occupying some of the space. You’re treated warmly as they all throw questions at you about where you went. You resist the urge to act upset or make a scene, explaining that you’d been running around and looking for them while trying to avoid fake chainsaws and machetes. You’re in the middle of telling a story about getting caught in a corner with one of the zombies when your friends start to erupt in a fit of giggles. You pause your story, confused at their sudden reaction when you feel someone blow at your neck.

It only surprises you, all the fear expelled from your body in your hour of terror. You turn to look at the source and there he is again, the patchwork man from earlier. You’re not scared of him, this time, only intrigued.

He hovers over you, moving and contorting his neck in a way that you assume is meant to be creepy, but it does nothing but amuse you.

You smile and let out a small laugh, looking up at him through your lashes. Dabi feels his jeans tighten at the way you look up at him, eyebrows pulled up in a pout, leaning closer as he grins.

“Are you ever gonna tell me your name?” You ask him, eyes flickering to his lips for a moment. He shakes his head slowly, maintaining eye contact while holding a finger to his mismatched lips. You give him yours, but he only stares. You’re once again pulled in by the blue in his eyes, finding yourself wondering if they’re a different shade than the last time you saw him. “Not even if I beg?”

He’ll punish you for that later, Dabi thinks.

You watch him reach behind his back, still bent over towards your face, readying yourself for what you think might be the fake machete he carried before.

He pulls a single yellow daisy from behind him, clutching it between two fingers as he holds it out to you. You know he must have picked it from one of the patches of green that scatter the field. Your friends giggle some more, whispering things you're unable to focus on at the moment. You look between his painted face and the flower, reaching out to take it from him.

Suddenly feeling bashful, you lean away from him, smelling the flower and twirling it between your fingers. The smile he gives you is genuine.

He leans closer to you, bringing a finger up to his cheek and tapping twice to signal something. He wants a kiss, you realize. It’s against the rules, and he knows this. Scare actors are not meant to touch the guests, and doing so could get them into a lot of trouble. But Touya wants to touch you. He remembers the feeling of you pressed against him when you’d jumped in fear of the clown from earlier. He’d broken the rule then, and he had no problem with breaking it again.

If not for your friends' excited squeals around you, you’re sure you would have frozen. You push yourself forward, placing a kiss to his cheek before you can talk yourself out of it. He smiles wide as you pull away, that creepy grin still on his face as he stares down at you.

When he stands up, he begins to back away slowly without a word. You watch him walk, clutching a fist over his heart and giving you a giddy smile as he leaves.

You feel disheartened knowing you might not see him again tonight. You place the flower behind your ear and take your eyes off where he disappeared.

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You and your friends stay until closing. As the night goes on, you find yourself getting used to the fear. You think you like it now, adrenaline running through your body as you're chased with chainsaws or reached for through windows inside of the haunts. It’s exhilarating. You understand why people like these so much.

Scare actors are practically chasing people out, running at them with their weapons until they make it through the gates. It’s complete mayhem, especially with the number of people now pushed to the front of the area.

Amidst the chaos, you find yourself alone again. You search the crowd, avoiding the actors jumping toward you as you make your way through the sea of people. You push through different groups of people until you make it to a small open spot amidst the crowd. It’s there that you see the man from before, jumping at different people who walk by him. He drags his fake machete against the floor and it scrapes with a metallic grinding sound. He’s terrifying, you think. Not to you, but to anyone around him, he must be terrifying.

He’s tall and imposing, completely silent as he pushes his weapon toward anyone he can reach. He’s fast, too, running up on different people, the sound of his big black boots is loud against the pavement.

You can’t move. You can only stare at him, completely in his element. He’s good at what he does, better and far more intimidating than any of the other actors you’ve encountered tonight. But somehow, you aren’t scared at all, not of him and not in any real way. Maybe you should be, though.

He turns around, looking around as he walks from his last set of victims before his eyes find you. A smile crosses his face and he lifts a hand, wagging his fingers to wave at you. You avert your eyes in embarrassment that he caught you, even in the crowd of people.

He stalks towards you, dragging his weapon behind him. He’s menacing, and you can’t help but feel a little afraid of him, wondering if he’ll jump towards you or do something to scare you all over again. When he approaches, you watch him smirk from under his makeup, close enough to see the texture of his skin and the blue of his eyes. He runs a finger down your arm until he reaches your hand, intertwining your fingers and pulling you along with him.

You know you shouldn’t follow him. This is how people go missing, how people are found in a ditch with their friends crying on the news about how they were just with them.

But you can’t bring yourself to care. You find him endlessly fascinating, from the way he moves to his dark demeanor. He’s strange and unsettling, but you like it. You want strange and unsettling, contrary to your feelings earlier in the night.

Dabi can feel your hand trembling in his. He rubs soothing circles with his thumb over the top of your hand. He doesn’t want you to be too afraid of him. He wants you to like him. He’s almost embarrassed by it, seeking the approval of a random girl who visited the haunt. When he looks back at you, your eyes are wide, mouth agape as you let him pull you through the crowd of people. You look at him with curiosity and intrigue more than fear. Dabi feels his heart beat faster in his chest.

He pulls you to one of the haunts, one you went through earlier with a zombie rock band, a ridiculous theme that you remember scaring you the least. Guitar blares through the speakers as you enter, moving the curtains back that cover each entrance. You realize that the place is empty, with no scare actors ready to jump out, no one on the sets or acting out any of the scenes you remember. It’s just the two of you now.

You feel his arm curl around your waist as he pulls you behind one of the openings in the walls. It’s one of the spaces that the scare actors use to hide in before jumping out at the guests. It’s surprisingly spacious, and there’s a door that must lead outside of the structure or into another room. You don’t have time to ponder it before you’re pushed up against one of the walls, his hands squeezing your hips as he looks down at you with hungry eyes.

“I’ve wanted to touch you like this all night long. You were so fucking scared.” He speaks, lowering his head to the crook of your neck, and you almost gasp at the sound of his voice. It’s rough, gravelly. It vibrates against your body where he brushes his lips against you. “It was so cute.”

You let out a shaky breath, feeling him grin against your skin before licking over your pulse point. You moan, the sound almost swallowed up by the loud eerie rock music reverberating in the makeshift building. Dabi wants to make you louder. He wants you to scream.

“Are you—hah—gonna tell me your name?” You ask him as he continues to kiss your neck. His hands are all over you, squeezing the flesh of your hips, running his hands over your thighs and your arms, hands underneath your sweater, up your skirt. You can’t focus on anything but his hands and his mouth and his hard body pressed up against yours. You almost want him closer, if that’s even possible, tangling your fingers into his hair and arching your body into his.

You’re sure your neck must be covered in smudgy face paint. His mouth is probably a muddy mess, or maybe all of the paint is gone, but you don’t care. His lips feel good on your skin. He feels good.

It barely registers that he ignores your question. “What? You’re back to not speaking?”

He’s silent, once again, pulling away from your neck to smile down at you. You were right, the paint is almost completely gone from the bottom half of his face, leaving behind the sight of scars in contrast to the unmarked skin on his cheeks. You’re panting, looking into his eyes as he reveals nothing. He leans forward to kiss you, catching you by surprise even though he was sucking on your neck just moments ago. The kiss is short, with barely enough time to feel his tongue against yours before he pulls away.

“So mysterious.” You quip, trying to save yourself from the embarrassment of being affected by one kiss. He pulls his long coat from his shoulders to reveal surprisingly muscular arms covered in the same scars and piercings that litter his face. He continues with his vow of silence as he starts to lower himself before you, placing kisses against your chest and your stomach as he falls to his knees. His hands sneak up your skirt. “Oh, fuck.”

He raises the front of your skirt, moving one of your hands to hold it against your stomach. He runs his hands up the front of your thighs, looking up at you through thick lashes, spreading your legs even further apart. He brings a hand forward, pressing the pad of his thumb against your clothed cunt. He gives you a look, and he doesn’t need to speak for you to know what he’s thinking, for you to be embarrassed by how wet you are from just a little groping.

He moves his hand and leans forward, pulling you by your hips and burying his face in between your legs. You feel his tongue through your underwear, gasping at the feeling, simultaneously too much and not enough. You bury your free hand in his hair as he licks you through the layer of fabric. Your panties are thoroughly ruined, your inner thighs sticky with your slick. He groans against you, tasting what little of you he can through the barrier. He pulls away and rips them from your thighs, wasting no time before he’s in between your legs once more.

“God!” It’s not his name, but it’ll do. “Fuck, right there!”

He laps at your entrance, completely lost in making you feel good. Every moan he pulls from you only spurs him on, tonguing your cunt like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. He thinks that maybe it is.

You buck your hips against his face, fingers curling into the fabric of your skirt and pulling at his hair as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to your orgasm. He runs one hand up your thigh, pulling away for a moment to slip a finger inside of you. He groans at how much of a mess you’ve become, how much of a mess he’s made you. He adds another finger, watching how easily they slide in and out of you. He looks up at you, silently asking if it’s something you like, and the moan you let out tells him that it is. You nod at him, moving your hips while he moves his fingers in and out of you.

“Please!” You whine, missing the feeling of his tongue on you. “Need more!”

He slows the movements of his fingers down, pulling another unsatisfied groan from your throat. It’s cute how impatient you are, how he’s reduced you to such a hungry little thing, all for him.

He moves one hand behind your knee, hiking your leg over one of his shoulders and earning a surprised gasp from your lips. His tongue finds your clit again, running tight circles around you as his fingers speed up.

You grind against his face, closer to the edge than before, moaning at the sensation of his mouth against your entrance. He curls his fingers inside of you and licks over your clit, his motions repetitive and focused as he feels you clench around his fingers. You’re close, and he can feel it, and it’s taking everything in him not to beg you to come for him.

“I’m gonna—” a strangled cry escapes your throat as he brings you to the edge. He slows his movements down as you ride out your orgasm, thrusting his fingers slowly and licking languid strokes over your clit. Hips spamming against him, you have to push his head away from your sex, breathing heavily and running your fingers through the hair falling in his eyes. He’s gorgeous when he looks up at you through a glistening grin. He rises from the ground, bringing the two fingers, now covered in your slick, towards his mouth. You whimper as you watch him wrap his own lips around the two digits, his eyes never leaving yours. He releases them with a sticky pop, surging forwards to capture your lips with his.

It’s better than the one before, longer, slower. You can taste yourself on his tongue. He slots his body against yours as he deepens the kiss, and you can feel him hard against your thigh. His hands run up your sides, over your breasts up to your sternum. He rests one hand against the front of your neck, gently and not squeezing, just to keep you there against him. He slips his tongue into your mouth while his other hand sneaks up the back of your sweater. He has your bra off before you have any time to think, and then he runs his fingers over your nipples.

He’s much gentler than you thought he’d be, especially under the circumstances. He has you pressed up against a wall in public. You’re someone he’s only just met, and you know you must not be the first person he’s done this with.

But he kisses you like he loves you.

And maybe it’s the adrenaline or the raucous music preventing you from thinking clearly, but you think that maybe he could. Maybe you want him too.

God, you’re crazy.

He sucks your tongue into his mouth again and you tug at the strands of hair at the back of his head. Your movements become more frantic as you push your bodies closer together. Twitching hands find the front of his jeans, thumbing the button open and stroking your hand over him. He groans into your mouth, a faint curse as he pushes his hips forward. He bites your lip hard before pulling away from you, pulling a shiny square package from his pocket and releasing himself from the constraint of his underwear. He tears it open with his teeth and rolls the condom on, reaching down to hike your leg back up like it had been before. With one strong hand holding you up from behind your knee, he drags the head of his cock through your folds, pulling another moan from you that you try to suppress in the crook of his neck.

His lips find yours once more, swallowing the sounds you make as he sinks into you. You arch your back, pushing yourself closer as he stretches you. The stretch is almost too much, even with the mess he’s made of you, but you feel good, full, complete.

He starts slow, long drawn-out thrusts of his hips that drive you crazy. He touches you everywhere, squeezing anywhere he can get his hands on, sucking on your neck, your chest. He kisses over your face, sweet pecks of his lips to your jaw and cheeks. It’s overwhelming, the attention he gives you, the need to put your pleasure before his, to make you feel wanted. You are wanted.

He’s getting desperate now, speeding up as he moves against you. He reaches so deep, keeping your leg hiked up with your back against the wall. You aren’t gonna last much longer, not with his tongue in your mouth, not with the sound of his own whines meeting your ears as he quickens his thrusts.

“Please—” You beg, digging your fingers into his hips. You’re so close, clenching around him so tightly he can barely think. His eyes find yours as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to your release, neon blue clouding your vision before you throw your head back against the wall behind you. Pleasure wracks through your body as he pulls you even closer. You fall limp in his arms, feeling him release your leg and pull out of you. You rest your forehead against his as you calm your breathing.

“Think you can give me one more?” The rare sound of his voice startles you. His hand finds the back of your head, pulling away to look into your eyes. Dazed, you nod at him, watching him smile down at you. “Good girl.”

He kisses your cheek, and you let him spin you around to face the wall. You brace yourself against it, two hands flat on the surface as you feel him behind you. He places sloppy kisses against your neck, slowly entering you once more. You gasp, still sensitive from before, but he shushes you, nibbling on your earlobe as he moves in and out of you.

“Your—hah—your name.” You whine, barely getting the words out as he quickens his pace. He groans behind you, leaning forward to bite your shoulder, thrusting in quick short motions against you. “Please! Fuck! Wanna—”

“You wanna what, baby?” He breathes against your ear. He places a kiss beneath it, peppering more down your neck as he slows down.

“Don’t! Please don’t slow down.” You beg, pushing yourself against him.

He leans his large frame against your back, bringing an arm around the front of your chest, resting his hand at the base of your neck. He pulls your back against him, lips brushing against your ear. “Tell me what you want.”

“Wanna—ngh—scream it.” You pant, feeling his thrusts speed up at your admission. “Wanna scream your name.”

“‘Course you do, angel.” He coos, running a hand down the front of your body until it slips up your skirt. You feel his fingers against your clit and gasp, twitching from the sensitivity. It’s too much. You want more. “Call me Touya.”

“Touya!” You cry, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. Touya, Touya, Touya. It sounds perfect falling from your lips. You were meant to say it, meant to scream it just like this. “Wanna come. Make me come, Touya.”

He buries his face into your neck, biting down hard as he speeds up the movements of his hips and his fingers on your clit. You scream, just how he’s wanted you to all night, the feeling of pain and pleasure leaving you dizzy.

“Gonna—” You choke, moaning his name once again. He groans against your skin.

“I know, baby, me too.” His thrusts become sloppier, feeling himself approach the edge, but not before you. You scream his name one last time, reaching your high just moments before him. He cries out after, pulling your face towards his to kiss you deeply once more.

Realizing where you are, music still playing loudly through the speakers, your body up against a rough wooden wall, and Touya’s tongue in your mouth, you force yourself to pull away. He moves away from you, taking a moment to discard the condom and pick up your ruined underwear from the ground. You lay your head against the wall, throwing your arm over your eyes and laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

You think about the feeling of dread from the beginning of the night, how quickly you ran from the men in masks and makeup, the fake chainsaws and knives. And now you’d been fucked by one, one you’d learned the name of just seconds ago.

When Touya returns, you’ve fixed yourself, putting your bra back on and pulling your skirt down, though you’re still without underwear. He walks towards you, cupping your face with one large hand and looking down at you.

“You okay?” He questions, genuine concern in his cyan gaze. You give him a shy smile and nod. He narrows his eyes before giving you a sly smile. “I need verbal confirmation.”

“I’m okay, Touya.” You tell him, wrapping your hand around his wrist and resting it there.

“Fuck,” he speaks, “say it again.”

“You should’ve told me sooner.” You say, ignoring the command. He rolls his eyes, kissing your forehead before pulling away. He takes your hand in his and opens the door beside you.

“C’mon let’s get you cleaned up, then I’ll take you home.” He leads you through the door, down a labyrinth of alleys all connected by the various haunts. He looks back at you and shrugs sheepishly. “Sorry. Your friends are probably gone.”

“Probably.” You don’t care, but you should. And you shouldn’t let him take you home. You shouldn’t let him touch your face gently or take you to one of the twenty-four-hour diners nearby after you leave. You shouldn’t give him your number. You shouldn’t let him take you out once, twice, three times. You shouldn’t let him sneak you into a different haunt the next time you visit him at work.

You do anyway.

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biggestsimponhere · 1 year

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My beloved @kib-ble wanted a Joel bodyguard au so that’s what they’re gonna get.

Bodyguard!Joel miller x Famous!Reader AU, im sorry i couldn’t help but put a little angst between joel and ellie. it’s in my blood to make things sad. I’m also giving you famous friends from our world so don’t mind that. If you’re mad about being friends with them, idk, cry about it. (They aren’t bad people btw, just celebs i follow) I’m making you friends with the cast of the rookie. i don’t pay that much attention to celebrities but i like the rookie.

Warnings - TW! Sexual harassment/Assault (Someone grabs your ass unasked for but don’t worry joel will put him in his place) This is not tlou cannon it just has tlou characters if you don’t like it don’t read :) there are no zombies! TLOU CANNON LEVEL VIOLENCE (its really just a fist fight but yk) Sarah’s here too idgaf if she and ellie couldn’t be at the same time, don’t ask about ellie’s parents (fatal car accident 😔) (THIS IS WAY LONGER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE OR INTENDED IT TO BE PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT MORE OR IF YOU LIKE IT)

“You know you’re not meant to run away from the person protecting you?” A voice interrupted your silence. Not just any voice. His voice. “Well i wouldn’t have to run away if i could have five minutes to myself, miller” You replied standing up. “You know it’s for your safety right? We’re not just here to bother you” He said walking over to you. “Oh trust me i know, you only remind me everyday” You said rolling your eyes. “How did you even find me anyways?” You continued turning to him. “You’re not that hard to find princess” He remarked moving closer to you. “Come on, you’ve got a dinner to get to, and some creep was lurking out there with his camera” He said sliding his hand into yours to pull you out of the room you’d hidden away in.

“Why do I even have to go to this thing anyways” You said smiling at the feeling of his hand in yours. “Because it’s important, at least that’s what your manager said” He said continuing down the hall. “Stop here” He said letting go of your hand to grab the door. Your hand felt slightly colder without his warmth but you just shook it off. “Okay, no one’s there, move, quickly” He said ushering you out the door. Walking out the door you practically ran to the car with Joel trailing close behind. Once you were safely in the car Joel told the driver where to go. “So why do you spend all your time following me around, I mean i know it’s your job, but you hardly ever switch someone” You said turning to him.

He’s been your bodyguard for years and always seems to be around. “Well it’s my job like you said, and I only have one person to get back to” He said smiling slightly. Feeling a little dejected thinking he had a girlfriend you asked who. “Ellie. I’m like her guardian or whatever, I raised her, she lives with me in a small town, but she’s grown now, doesn’t need me hovering around her” He said looking out the window. “I’m sure she’ll always need you” You said smiling at him. “Yeah, i guess, but she spends a whole lot more time with her friends than she does me. I mean we don’t even go on walks anymore. It’s just ‘Bye Joel i’m going out with Dina and Jesse’. It’s like she doesn’t need me” He said a little dejectedly.

“Well she’s a teenager right? She needs her space and I’m sure if you just asked you could spend more time together” You said reaching over to pat his knee. You were about to remove your hand when he put his over yours and held it there. “Yeah i’m sure you’re right” He said smiling at you. That was a rarity. Joel Miller barely ever smiles so you feel pretty special when he throws one your way. After that the conversation died out but you still had your hand on his knee and his was still over yours. As the car rolled to a stop he looked down remembering your hand was there and he quickly removed his. He stepped out of the car and walked to your side to open the door.

“Miss y/l/n” He said grabbing your hand to help you out of the car. Much more professional than you two had been five minutes ago. There were photographers everywhere. They all kept shouting at you to look at them and you did your best to keep up. Eventually someone came outside and ushered you and Joel and your other guard Andrew inside. Once you were inside you were led to a table full of people you either knew or recognized. “Ahh y/n, you’re here!” Melissa cheered. “That i am!” You replied hugging here. “We wondered when we were gonna see you again.” Eric said smiling at you. You slid into your seat between the two and continued talking to all of them.

“Is he gonna keep staring at us like that?” Mekia asked looking over your shoulder. You turned around to see Joel glaring at the table but softening a bit when he caught your eye. You smiled at him and then turned back, “Joel’s always like that, but he won’t do anything unless one of you tries something” You said laughing. “He doesn’t seem like he’s always like that considering he smiled after you turned away” Nathan said raising an eyebrow at you. “Now he’s right back to glaring” Mekia said laughing. Soon the food arrived and you started eating. The whole point of this event was to make friends with other actors and actresses, but really mostly people just stuck by people they already knew.

“Are you gonna come dance with us?” Alyssa said after you’d all finished eating. “I suppose” You said pretending to be reluctant but smiling anyways. “Come on they opened the bar!” Melissa said grabbing your hand. “Well i’ll never say no to free alcohol” You said letting her pull you. After a few drinks (more like 5) you were still dancing with your friends. “Hey pretty lady” Some guy whispered in your ear as he came up behind you. This immediately caught Joel’s eye but he didn’t want to step in until it was a problem. Everything was fine, until it wasn’t. You had just silently moved away but he followed you. Once he grabbed your ass you pushed him away.

He stumbled back into a few people but came back almost immediately after he moved forward Joel was by your side. “I suggest you take a few steps back” He said pulling you behind him. “What’re you gonna do old man” The man said challenging him. Joel walked you back a little before swinging at the man. He stumbled back into the people behind him who took this opportunity to flee the dance floor leaving you, joel and the man standing in it. The man quickly threw a punch at joel which he caught and then punched the guy in the stomach. After that the man got the upperhand for a second and you were about to do something, anything but Melissa and Eric pulled you back.

“He’s okay, this what he was hired for” Melissa said to you as you continued watching them fight. Eventually after a solid punch Joel knocked the man out cold. You ran over to him grabbing his shoulders. “Fuck Joel, you’re insane, he could have killed you” You said gripping his jacket. “Probably not, but im okay, just a little sore and a few scratches” He said rubbing his hands up your arms. As you continued scolding joel security came to drag the other man out to some car to take him to the hospital. “A few scratches?! Your knuckles are bloody and scraped to hell” You said turning your attention to his hand. You were close to tears by this point.

He stopped your frantic search for more injuries by pulling you into his arms. “You hear that princess? M’hearts still beating” He whispered into your ear. You stood like that for a couple minutes before he spoke again. “Are you okay?” He said pulling you out of his chest. Of course he’s thinking of your comfort when he’s all scraped up. “Yeah, I’m okay now, let’s get you to the hospital” You said wiping your nose. “I don’t want to go to the hospital, i’ll just go home tommy and ellie can probably help me better anyways” He said shaking his head. “Joel you need to go to the hospital” You scolded him.

“Please, i don’t want to go to the hospital, just let me go home, please” He practically begged you. You’d never heard him sound like this let alone say please. “Yeah okay, but i’m coming with you” You grabbed his arm before walking over to your friends. “I’m gonna take him home, just didn’t want to leave without sayin goodbye” You said hugging your friends. Joel stood behind you while you said bye to your friends. He’s never been as fidgety as he is right now, something must be really bothering him. “Alright, let’s get you home yeah?” You said grabbing his good hand. He just nodded and wordlessly followed you out the door. Once you settled in the car and told the driver to take you to joel’s you rolled up the screen separating the back and the front.

“Joel” You said quietly unsure how to approach the problem. He hummed in response tilting his head towards you. “Are you okay?” The silence filled the car after that. You didn’t want to speak again until he said something. It took him a few minutes but he spoke again. “No, not really” He said grabbing onto your hand. You unbuckled and moved closer to him. Wrapping your arms around him you buried your face in his shoulder. Joel’s never been like this in all the years you’ve known him. You were about to speak again when you felt tears hit your chest and heard his shaky breathing. Instead of speaking you just held him tighter and let him cry into your chest.

“I’m sorry” He said finally pulling away from you. “Don’t apologize, you don’t ever have to apologize for your emotions” You said swiping his hair off his forehead. He nodded and pulled you into another hug, which you returned. “Do you wanna talk about it?” You asked quietly. “No, at least not right now” He said pulling away as the car rolled to a stop in front of joel’s. You slid out with him and stopped walking when he walked back over to the car. You didn’t hear what he said but shortly after the car pulled away leaving you both alone. “Come on, we gotta get you cleaned up” You held out your hands to him which he took. Once you both walked through the door Ellie sprung up from the couch.

She took in the both of you before speaking. “What the hell happened to you” She said scanning joel’s injuries. “It’s nothin” Joel brushed it off walking past her into the kitchen. You stood there awkwardly before joel called you into the kitchen. “I called tommy he should be here in a few minutes, would you like something to drink?” He said walking over to you. “No i’m alright” You smiled before sitting in a chair at the table. “Joel? Are you gonna tell me what happened or should i ask her?” Ellie said walking into the kitchen. “It was just a little fight, ellie i’m fine” He said brushing off her concern. “A little fight? You’re all scraped up, you haven’t had a fight in forever too” She said continuing to pester him.

You enjoyed watching the two of them interact. “Ellie i said it’s nothing” He said coming off a little harshly. She shrunk a little before stepping back. “I’m sorry kiddo, it was just a rough day” He said turning towards her. Then the door to the house opened and tommy walked in. “Joel, what the hell happened?” Tommy said walking into the kitchen. Once he stopped he spotted you. “I didn’t know you had a girlfriend?” He said turning back to joel. “Girlfriend?!” Sarah said running down the stairs. “She’s not my girlfriend, and what’re you doing here? Aren’t you meant to be at home with your family?” Joel said turning to her.

You were happy to just sit quietly and watch joel interact with the people he loves. “I told them i was gonna hang out with ellie for a little” She said brushing off his question. “Sorry to butt in but joel you’re still hurt” You said finally speaking. “Right” Tommy said reaching under the sink for the first aid kit. As tommy worked on cleaning joel in the living room, Sarah and Ellie moved to sit next to you. Joel had begrudgingly left you alone with them but not without warning them to behave. “Soooo, what’re your intentions with my dad” Sarah said first. “You can’t just ask her things like that” Ellie said cutting her off. “What do you mean?” You said finally.

“Are you together? Do you like him? Do you love him?” She said, the questions flowing out of her mouth rapidly. “No we’re not together” You we’re about to continue speaking when joel walked back in and cut you off. “Stop botherin her” He said stopping behind your chair. “We’re not bothering her, right?” Sarah said looking from her father to you. “They’re fine Joel, really.” You said looking up at him. “Did you send Drew away or is he gonna be back?” You said turning to fully face him. “He’s gone, you can stay here tonight” He said with full confidence. “But we don’t have a guest room” Ellie said looking up at him confused. “She can just sleep in my bed, i’ll sleep on the couch” Joel said sitting in the chair next to you.

“Hell no, after tonight your sleeping in your bed, i cant take that away from you” You said shaking your head. “Why don’t you just share the bed?” Sarah said looking between the two of you. “Yeah, I mean you’re both adults” Tommy said patting joel on the shoulder. “Are you okay with that?” Joel said nudging your foot with his. “Yeah, Yeah, we can handle it” You said trying not to sound to eager. “Sarah can you go to yours and grab her some clothes?” Joel turned to his daughter. “Sure!” She said standing up and leaving quickly. “Alright, i’ve gotta get back home before maria strings me up but i’ll be seeing you” Tommy said pointing to you as he left. “Can i go have a sleepover at Dina’s? I meant to ask you earlier but you weren’t home” Ellie said turning to Joel.

“Yeah go ahead” And with that Ellie got up and grabbed the bag she had apparently already packed and ran out the door. “Guess it’s just us then” Joel said chuckling awkwardly. You nodded and then the door opened again. “I only have pajama shorts, sorry, but she can borrow one of your shirts right dad?” Sarah said handing you the shorts. “Of course you can” Joel said slightly smiling. “Alright, gotta go” Sarah said turning back around and leaving. “Let’s go to bed” Joel said pulling you up and then walking you to the stairs. Once you two had reached his bedroom he walked in and pulled out a shirt for you. He handed it to you before turning around.

As you stated to take off your jewelry you remembered the zipper on the back of your dress. You tried to do it yourself but since you couldn’t even zip it yourself how did you expect to take it off. “Um, Joel?” You whispered into the room. “Yes?” He called back. “I, uh, i cant unzip it” You said too embarrassed to turn around. You heard footsteps move closer to you before stopping just behind you. You could feel his breath on your neck as he began to speak. “Do you need some help?” Your breath caught as you realized how close he is to you. You nodded and his hands moved to the zipper. His fingers brushing against your back sent sparks shooting through you.

“It’s unzipped” He said pulling you out of your thoughts. You realized he must have turned around again as you couldn’t hear his voice as clearly. You slid his shirt and the shorts on and turned back to face him. “You can look now” You said and he turned towards you. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of you in his shirt and extremely small shorts. He can’t help but think sarah did that on purpose. You both climbed into bed, as you settled in you thought to yourself how you could get used to this. Family talks, His shirts, Sleeping next to him in bed. “Joel” You said slowly. He hummed turning to look at you.

“Would you hold me?” You asked quietly. He nodded and flipped the light off before settling in behind you. He wrapped his arms around you and smiled at the feeling of finally having you in his arms even if it isn’t when he’s with you. That would be a talk for another time. “Goodnight joel” You said rolling over to face him. “Goodnight sunshine” Joel said as you snuggled into his chest. Yeah you could get used to this. And so could he.

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yanderu-deredere · 7 months

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Ryuu behaving like a sweet himbo for his darling makes it so easy to forget that he's 1) a yandere and 2) brutal y'know because of his occupation. What's his sadistic side like? Is he subtle or does he go to darling expecting praise? Or on the flip side, what about a darling who showers him with unconditional love but definitely uses his muscle against people who've wrong them?

a/n: thank you for your interest in ryuu! im sure he appreciates it! but yes, he's kind of a wild one loool i do a lil explainy thing in the beginning but you'll read a lil cute drabble at the end so i think it's worth

warning: mentions of crimes and murder? thatse it lol, implied decapitation i guess, also blood lol

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Ryuu's sadistic side isn't an exact opposite of how he is normally. He's always a himbo, through and through. It's probably why so many people are so terrified of him. He approaches disgusting things like killing people and torturing people with a sort of childlike glee? There's definitely a sort of unhinged-ness to it, for sure.

And he has just about the highest pain tolerance among anyone in Lovelock. He's the type to be hit full force with a bat and then just shrug it off. He also doesn't even drop when he gets tazed (though he does shake a good bit). He's basically an unstoppable killing machine LOL and sometimes it unnerves even his closest coworkers.

Thankfully, his darling never has to see any of that. His darling is his most important person and, though he doesn't think there's anything wrong with how he does his 'work', he wants to keep his love life and that shit completely separate. He's not sure why but he knows that side of his life terrifies people and makes them run to the hills and he doesn't want that to happen with his darling. It's very much 'he doesn't think it's wrong but he knows other people don't like it' kind of thing?

The only caveat to that though is that Ryuu would only be willing to do it if he also thinks darling is willing to do the same (or around the same if darling isn't willing to kill) for him. Despite his himbo tendencies, Ryuu can be really perceptive when people are taking advantage of him without caring for his wellbeing. He'd grown up with his parents using him and then several other people used him after that too. He's learned from his mistakes.

It's entirely a different thing when it comes to his darling ordering him though. It only happens when Ryuu finds it in him to trust that darling won't run away or darling finds out about that part of his life themselves. Either way, it's definitely taking the next step in a relationship with Ryuu. And letting them in like that means that he really can trust his darling completely, fully, wholly.

A darling that can control him like that will be a powerhouse in Lovelock because Ryuu really is that unstoppable. He's like a zombie LOL he can take bullets like it's nothing. All darling really has to do is bat their eyelashes and ask nicely. Ryuu is way too willing to do unspeakable things to people just because darling asked.

The only reason Dreamy Creamery has earned his loyalty is because he knows how nicely the leader treats her underlings. Yeah, he 'works' for money but also he realised along the way that he wanted to work for people he kind of sort of cared about.

So, a darling that only wants him as a weapon and nothing else is not appealing. That doesn't mean he won't be yandere for them, of course. But a darling like that would have a hard time 'controlling' him.

Ryuu pressed his hand a bit more firmly against the bullet hole in his side. It didn't feel like anything but that didn't change the fact that bleeding out would've been bad.

Also, he knew how much you hated it when he made a mess.

As he approached the truck, he saw the passenger side open and your legs dangle out. Like a dog to a bone, he scrambled to you, desperate for you to praise him.

Though he felt no pain, running to you made him stumble and he fell to his knees right to you.

He couldn't help but think it appropriate.

"I did it." Was all he could say, hand still pressed against his injury but his free hand reached for you, desperate for your touch.

You slapped his hand away and, finally, Ryuu felt pain. He whimpered, pulling his hand to his chest, his enamoured expression shifting to one of worry and anxiety.

"What did I say." You asked him sternly, a frown marring your beautiful face.

Though, marring might've been wrong. You were still so gorgeous despite the fact that you were looking at Ryuu like he was the shit on your shoe.

"Y-You told me. You told me that man was bothering you. I killed him!" The distressed expression gave way to one of blood lust and glee "He won't bother you anymore, darling! Not after I disconnected his stupid fucking head from his disgusting--"

You gripped his face in your hand, shutting him up immediately. He reveled in the way your fingers dug into his cheeks, enjoyed the way you made him look you straight in the eye.

"I told you not to get injured." You told him sternly, the disappointment evident in your voice "I don't give a shit about that man. I just want you to come back unscathed. Didn't I make that clear?"

Usually, your disappointment broke Ryuu's heart. Usually, he didn't like disappointing you at all. Right now though? He felt his heart flutter wildly in his chest.

Instead of answering you properly, Ryuu's hand moved from his bullet hole to your cheek, cupping your face and pulling you close to him.

Despite the smear of blood against your skin, you allowed him to guide you to him, your lips pressing against his in a messy searing kiss.

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everthewip · 7 months

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i said i want to pick a new WIP to focus on for a bit and I meant it, but indecisive as I am, I'm gonna need some help. So I'm making a poll. I don't have room to describe each snippet in the poll so im just numbering them and you can read the snippets below the cut

please don't feel obligated, but if you'd like to read and vote to help me out, i would much appreciate it!

These snippets will be very short because I don't want to make this lengthier than it needs to be, but if you'd rather read more let me know and I'll post more.

1. Music echoed from the city center as she guided me away from the crowds. I did not recognize the street she took. Electricity was in short supply and the magic had been focused on the festival, so the street lanterns were dark and cold. There is a reason folk go missing at this time of year; a reason these poorer districts see a rise in theft and murder every festival. Danger always lurked in shadows, but she moved through the darkness like a wraith; swift, silent, and sure of every step. Her hand squeezed mine as if she feared losing me, a silent challenge to the night – I dare you to steal her from me. My fingers were growing numb. My head was heavy from the festival drinks, my thoughts twisted by incense that wafted from the tents of fortune tellers and witches...

Autumn leaves had covered the forest floor, keeping a soft cushion beneath the bare soles of her feet. It was a comfort she did not expect to last. Too soon the trees began to grow sparse, the blanket of leaves giving way to cold dirt and pebbles. Along the border of the woods was a rocky hillside that stretched wide in both directions. Rather than attempt to find a way around, she gritted her teeth and began the ascent over it. Tough as her feet were they could not withstand the sharp edges of the rocks. Blood warmed the cold stone as they cut into her, but she did not stop or give in to the pain. The sooner she passed over the rocky terrain the better. On the other side lay a valley, surrounded on all edges by the forest. Tall, yellowed grass swayed in the afternoon wind as mountain peaks loomed to the near east. On the northern end of the valley rose a writhing snake of smoke, its source a low-burning campfire. A wagon was stationed near it, along with three figures sitting around the flames. Two horses grazed nearby. There was a scent in the air, of burning wood and fried meat. For a while she stood there, letting the blood of her feet seep into the grass, watching the distant figures. Her tongue watered at the scents, stirring the hunger rooted so deeply in her belly - in her bones.

3. They had been dead for three days, of this I am certain. The last threads of their lives still linger; as thin and fragile as the first string in a spiders trap, or the broken wisps of a long abandoned cobweb. I must brush these threads aside to view the bodies more closely, but they stick and cling to my fingers and hair. “Go on,” I urge, only somewhat agitated. “There's no point in staying now.” But they do stay, always; they never listen. I cannot blame them. There are dark things in the shadows, hiding in the crevices of life and death - waiting for the stray thread of a soul to drift onto their tongues, pinned between their teeth. The forest is hushed here and the trees stir without wind, disturbed by the bulk of unseen forms; stalking, waiting. Three days. My stomach turns to think these last few threads are all that remain, to imagine the rest have already been devoured. Perhaps I will let them cling to me after all.

4. The hummingbirds would go no further. Tyah studied the dark pass ahead, where low branches and thorny shrubs curved inward to form a tunnel. The trees were massive this deep within the ancient forest and little sunlight could pierce the near impenetrable canopy high above. No light at all seemed capable of illuminating the tunnel. The young scout could not blame the hummingbirds for pausing here, where scattered ribbons of thin light could still caress the forest floor. “We'll continue on foot,” Rysen stated as he dismounted. “And keep your wings down, lest they snag on the brambles.” Tyah shuddered at the thought and did as ordered, resting her wings against her back before she dismounted, stumbling a little on her landing. A quick glance toward Rysen proved he hadn't noticed, his focus set on the dark tunnel ahead. She exhaled a relieved sigh and adjusted her belted quiver. ... “What will we do if they refuse to help us?” Even in a whisper, her question seemed too loud, bouncing off the darkness as if it were solid. “We will leave, as swiftly as we can, and hope the horrors of the Darkbrier are no more than children's tales.”

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blacknight2221 · 1 year

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Loving you- Carl grimes x poc reader

So this is my first time writing a fanfic so bare with me :)- Jessie

Warnings: angst, self lothing, depression, running away, zombies, death, no happy ending, afab reader

'It was pouring rain the day that it happened. Curly hair sticking to my dark skin as I hold my knees. What do I feel? Why do I love him? Why can't I stop loving him? It was supposed to be a good day, but on our anniversary of all days, I caught him with her once again. Her hand touching his beautiful locks the way I do, his laugh, his smile, his hat? Why was she wearing his hat? She doesn't know about me. No one does. We decided to keep it secret. I decided to keep it secret. You wanted to tell the world I wasn't ready to commit to titles. Looking back at it now, it was idiotic hiding you. Hiding us. I felt like next to you I don't belong. I'm not pretty, I'm not smart, maybe. Maybe I should disappear. Would you even miss me, my love? If I were gone. Without a trace. I pondered that as I arrived home. Losing Glenn has left a toll on my home and he was like a brother to me. Now he's gone, Maggie is pregnant. I was never good with babies. I was terrible with Judith. I thought you were amazing at it. One day you will make a great father. Enid would be a great mother. I don't hate her. I don't hate you. Well, maybe I hate her. I saw how happy you were with her and it always got under my skin. I stand packing my bags now. I know if I speak to you, I will calm down. Carl, you will take me in your arms and kiss me, making it better. Is it wrong that is what I want? To have you kiss me and make it better. Make the way I feel go away. I didn't take everything. I left my brothers' varsity jacket. It kept me warm all these years. I can still see him wearing it, throwing that football around. God, I used to be so mad at him growing up. Now I just miss him... I figured it brought me comfort after he was gone from my hands, in which I had to give him mercy from the monsters in our world. It will give you comfort as I find mercy from the monsters in my head. Loving you was the one thing I did right. It was wild and insane and when you lost your eye, I nearly died. I spent all my time worrying, but now you're safe.... I am leaving safely to go out in the world. By now, I have probably kissed you on the lips and said good night....you had no clue I would be gone in the morning.... it's not your fault. I know you blame yourself for the world's problems. Do not, my love. I wanted this.

Forever yours, Y/N'

Carl looked over the letter for the third time, a look of panic on his face. He knew his girlfriend was always quick to react without thinking things through. As he grabbed his gun and gathered Michonne, Daryl, and Rick, he ran in search of his lover, his light, his life. Carl lost so much but he never expected her, his y/n, his darling, his baby, the reason he still fought as Carl searched, he stopped as he stepped on something. A pool of blood. The male turned to see drag marks. The air caught in his throat as he walked closer to see the bones. Bones everywhere, blood, bones, her clothes, her hair, bloated zombies...3 of them so fat they could not move, blood all over them, all over the scene, her curly locks in their mouths with hunks of flesh and scalp still that they could not swallow. His y/n.....

"Loving you was the best thing I did. You are probably with my mother now. God I'm a mess...how can I live like this? I will never see your smile again? Your curls bounce as you run? The sun in your hair!? That chip in your tooth from when you tripped on your feet at the prison?! Big brown eyes staring at me so lovingly!? Come back! Please! I'm sorry! Im sorry!" The male screamed at the cross in front of him, tears running down his face "Please.... I'm never gonna stop loving you." He whispered as he sat over the grave knowing there was nothing in the dirt below.

I hope you liked it!!! It was my first time doing this kinda thing:)-Jessie

#carl grimes x you #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes #twd angst #carl x reader #first fanfic

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wellthebardsdead · 11 months

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The mourned & the healing final pt3

Part 2 here

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*A few weeks following their first wedding*

Riiju-Lei: *seated beside nerevar in the silt strider as they approach Tel Fyr after an adventure across all morrowind to show him his homeland* By the 9 look at the size of it!!

Lucien: and I thought Tel Mithryn was big! It’s no wonder everyone respects Divayth so much! The level of power needed to maintain this must be immense!

Nerevar: now you see why he’s my closest confidant next to LeiLei. *smiles seeing the servants pushing platforms up to the strider as they approach so they can dismount, and Divayth Fyr waiting to greet them at the front door* Last stop before our journey back to Seyda Neen.

Kaidan: *crawling to the edge of the silt strider just ready to drop dead at this point from travel sickness and his fear of heights* thank the gods- get me off of this damned thing.

*a few hours later*

Riiju-Lei: *seated on a cushion next to nerevar and Divayth as the rest of team dragonborn explores the tower with the promise of not entering the lower chamber beneath the onyx hall* its, bitter sweet. I’m glad to be going home and to see my family again, my friends, my kids… I have a lot to tell my mother and father when I visit them in the hall of the dead too…

Nerevar: speaking of which remind me to place honours from both of our houses when we visit them.

Riiju-Lei: *nods and smiles before looking down at his tea* of course… But I’m going to miss morrowind…

Divayth Fyr: *pours himself another cup of tea* You can always come back to visit, and who knows. Perhaps your family will like it here too.

Nerevar: and I can always step down as Hortator if it means staying with you in skyrim.

Riiju-Lei: *shakes his head and gently places his hand to his cheek* No love, I told you I don’t wish for you to choose between your reign and me… besides, I’m head of house dagoth now too…

Divayth Fyr: *smiles seeing how in love the two are* well as per usual im happy to handle your duties whilst you’re away or until you make up your minds but… *sighs sitting his cup down*

Nerevar: Serjo Fyr?…

Divayth Fyr: since taking the position you’ve offered me nerevar I’ve done so with no want of reward or compensation. I did it because you are my friend, from the days when you first stepped into my tower seeking a cure for the corpus to now I have always been at your side… but now that the means are presented right in front of me… I must ask a favour. *looks to Riiju-lei*

Nerevar: … *sets his tea down* are you sure?… is there… no other way?…

Riiju-Lei: *looks at them both confused* what?… is it?…

Divayth Fyr: Come… I’ll show you… it’ll, be easier if you see. *sighs using his staff as a cane to stand up before leading them down to the onyx hall… and then down into the Corprusarium*

Riiju-Lei: *following beside Nerevar as the two follow the older dunmer down further into the large chamber beneath the tower* nerevar where are we going?…

Nerevar: … *looks at him with a sad and solemn expression* to say goodbye to an old friend…

Riiju-Lei: *looks at him perplexed before nervously holding onto his arm as the air around them becomes heavy with a strange mist emerging from vents above, the cure for the corprus Divayth had concocted long ago*

Divayth Fyr: *leads them through several tunnels and past several now long empty rooms and headstones after headstones* this way, he’s in here… *opens another door and steps through to a room split in two by large iron bars, and behind them, the bloated, diseased rotting mass held up by dwemer spider like legs that is Yagram Bagarn* Hello Yagram, old friend, I have someone who’d like to see- *backs up quickly and shields LeiLei and nerevar with a ward as the zombie like dwemer charges the bars spraying noxious fluid at them from what’s left of his heavily disfigured face*

Riiju-Lei: *jumps and hides behind nerevar in horror* wh-what is that?! Wh-what happened to them I-

Nerevar: I… told you about the corprus yes?…

Riiju-Lei: the disease Dagoth Ur relea-… *looks at Divayth Fyr to see the sad look in his eyes* … He’s… infected by it…

Divayth Fyr: *nods sadly* the divine disease, some called it. For once sick with its afflictions you’ll contract no other ailments, but there is nothing divine about this… *gestures to the now mindless rotting husk before them, watching as Yagram slams himself repeatedly against the bars attempting to claw them with his legs, his stomach splitting open and spewing out puss and bile as he groans and snarls in place of words*

Riiju-Lei: I… I’m sorry…

Divayth-Fyr: do not apologise my friend. I did not bring you to him to guilt you for what dagoth ur did… I brought you here to kill him.

Riiju-Lei: wh-what?! I- but- I I haven’t got my sword! I’m a healer and I can’t- he doesn’t know what he’s doing I can’t hurt him!

Nerevar: and you won’t my love… *gently turns him to face him and strokes his cheek* You’re going to cure him…

Divayth Fyr: and set him free from this curse so he may finally die in peace… *sighs* it’s my own fault… try as I might to cure him he was already too far gone when he’d arrived to the point where he had to amputate his legs and ride around on that contraption… I documented his every thought, everything I possibly could do he’d be remembered… and I watched the disease devour his mind until he… he turned into the creature before you… I tried to mercifully end him several times but each time… I couldn’t bare to do it… he was my friend… please… let him have a moment of peace before he passes…

Riiju-Lei: *looks to nerevar, then Divayth… then the dwemer still thrashing at the bars, spitting and hissing at them like a lumbering mass of infected flesh* okay… *steps forward and holds out his hands trying to find whatever power within him from his past life he may still possess* please… let him rest-… *closes his eyes focusing his energy to his finger tips as his third eye opens and glows a brilliant red* let this sickness end…

Yagram Bagarn: *gurgles and groans reaching out towards him in a mindless want of violence and need to spread the disease further, only to fall still as a calming magic washes through him, and for a brief moment, the pain finally stops, and his mind returns* …Diiivaaayth… *gurgles out trying to form words with his rotted tongue* myyyyiii… oooolld… frieeend… *forms what looks like a grin as he looks directly at the old dunmer before his body gives out, the metal legs that carried him for so long hissing as they release tension, and he topples over, dead, and free at last*

Riiju-Lei: *watches him lay there, finally at rest after hundreds of years, suffering as the last of his kind, and in agony because of his past life* … *sniffles and hugs onto nerevar in mourning*

Nerevar: *hugs him back and kisses his hair* shhh, he’s free now… it’s okay… he’s free…

Divayth Fyr: *smiles sadly and walks to the bars, covering the dwemer with a sheet* …Goodbye my old friend…

*A few days later*

Nerevar: *standing on the deck of the ship, watching as the port of Seyda Neen slowly disappears into the distance* so… what did you think of morrowind?…

Riiju-Lei: *standing beside him, resting his head on his shoulder* I think, it feels like home to me.

Nerevar: think you might want to come back again then?

Riiju-Lei: *smiles up at him* only if you’re with me~

Nerevar: *smiles and kisses his lips softly* my dreamer…

Riiju-Lei: *kisses back and sighs adoringly* my moon and st-

Taliesin: *already throwing up over the side of the ship*

Riiju-Lei: WE JUST LEFT THE HARBOUR!

#riiju lei dragonborn #chimer dragonborn #dunmer dragonborn #voryn dagoth #indoril nerevar #nerevar #skyrim taliesin #Kaidan skyrim #Lucien flavius

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dutchwinter · 11 months

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BOOM DONE!!!!!

whew okay..

my favorite lyric: laughing at my garage about all the things i think i need to keep they dont do me any good and i know they would all be better off with someone else the less i grow the less i change im like the living dead inside an endless loop if i lose sight stay the same im like a hungry zombie searching for you brain no one knows how deep it is and everything gets washed away the wave comes in the waves comes out and everything it hits gets to be new again i dont know whats real or not anymore i dont know whats real or not anymore the way the wind fires up in the west low in the east visions of grandeur i never wanted any of this take my away ill never deny it the way the sun shines down through the trees stains in the glass over my cats face reminding me that everything just as it is more effort in chaos we build the walls that keep us apart together alone long for the real thing i never listened so closely before tell me the truth you know how it fucks me up. AND maybe this will be the one maybe this will be the one maybe this will be the one maybe this will be the one when the physical resides in memory thats invincible with multi camera eyes will it ever be enough will it ever be enough will it ever be enough will it ever be enough im the youngest of the kids empty closet theres a suit coat and a jacket and i know it doesnt fit my dad gave it to my brother but i dont give a shit theres a suit coat and a jacket that i know he never wore i could really use one we might as well give up our love resentments i just want to know will this sleep be the last maybe this will be the one maybe this will be the one maybe this will be the one maybe this will be the one its the loneliest at night in moment thats forgettable but i cherished every eye it was eating me alive IT WAS EATING ME ALIVE IT WAS EATING ME ALIVE im the smallest of the kids in the composite theres an overwhelming label that someone put on my back and A SUITCASE FROM A YEAR AGO IVE STILL YET TO UNPACK IN THE LAST MOMENTS I SAW YOU YOU WERE BEGGING ME TO STAY NOW I WISH I WOULDVE i tried my best to fight those overwhelming voices in my head will this time be the last divided reactions of our memories and oxytocin thrill would you still STILL LOVE ME THE SAME maybe this will be the one maybe this will be the one maybe this will be the one maybe this will be the one WOULD YOU STILL BE IN LOVE maybe this will be the one maybe this will be the one maybe this will be the one. AND blind in my steps am i falling just like every other autumn leaf bound to my flaws hanging vulnerable in darkness on the ocean floor IF ONLY I WAS SEPARATE FROM WHAT I CREATED maybe things would be better if we undid this knot and ended our hunger strike following in the footsteps of my grandmother she welcomed all her pain so im keeping any extra i make to myself i wouldnt have expected anyone to notice it tonight i dont i dont want to die but tomorrow i might stuck to my false sense of self hanging vulnerable in darkness we cant seem to ever get away from everything we want what if i was only waiting for my chance to jump tonight i dont dont want to get high but tomorrow i might ill be prepared to die ill be prepared to die tonight kiss my mom and dad goodbye ill be prepared to die tonight. BUT ALSO if im sure of only one thing its that i shouldnt be all locked up in hesitation this wont last i can see in all directions what it means when you say sorry i dont know if i can trust it but i have no other choice but i have no other choice oh i wish youd fit hanging on everything you say oh i wish youd quit dripping on every single thing i dont even know what time it is in my dream it feels like im always falling or im fucking something up i dont know if i can love you but i have no other choice but i have no other choice. text limit

BUT ALSOOOOO how are you so sure that youre alright disappearing fragments of whats left show me if you can ill hold my breath till were out of this she looked the other way keeping her distance from everyone everywhere hold me in the bottom of this bed tested in the shadow of this dread. follow what you will i wont be tempted seeking you will find the worst in me settle in your eyes a broken scream this will be the end and i wont cry at all we end i wasted all my energy all we are we waste buried in the back of every thought spoken in the language of my heart who will be the one i wont be tempted buried in the lie beneath your lungs father was ashamed when he was young. ANDDD im still waking up from this shit while i was down i witnessed everything in stunning black and white i lost sight and made excuses for all the damage that i did singing i dont want to go out and get high again im still coming lose from its grip what i saw while i was dreaming made me want to stay alive ill put every single ounce of focus that i have in it singing i dont want to go out and get high tell the truth for once i want to bury every single thing devour all the time ive lost inside of every word i fear singing i dont want to go out and get high again. BUT ALSO??? displace contrast who wouldnt want to let this pass the snake must [???] its getting caught trying to be somethings it not keep it up so long maybe it should stay in the place its lost this too must pass its getting caught trying to keep it together i dont dance the world around me spins like a tornado when you come its like nothing ive ever felt so say maintain i never thought id be like that the snake must [???] its getting caught trying to keep it together my tragedy a lions mane getting right back up again dreaming of the perfect way to say the things i should just say i dont dance the world around me spins in your arms you are the only thing i want. i dont know if i can be alone again and i dont think that i can make it through i dont want to be the center. okay you know what IM FUCKING TIRED im not doing the rest of it BC I AM BUSY WITH SPRINTS and finishing this FUCKING FIC rn BUT YOU GET IT RIGHT??

my favorite song: okay maybe this will be the one. but also no other choice and fucks me up and dont dance and trading doses.

the song that makes me cry: yes

the song that’s a fucking bop: dont dance. i dont want to die tonight. trading doses.

the song i most dislike/least love: center of it all maybe but like. i would marry that song if i could. so?

x < ask game

#asks #OKAY ONE MOMENT IM FUCKING FINISHING MY FIC

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godkilller · 2 years

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I’m slowly catching up w/ your posts and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM SO LATE to the party but i’m SCREAMING about your Gin proposing to Rangiku post??? 🥺��❤️💕 THEY DESERVE THIS SO MUCH and i’m just!! SO HAPPY FOR THEM AAAAAAAAAA 😭

I think Gin proposing on Rangiku’s bday is such a good move bc now she could associate that day with another happy memory as opposed to the canon where y’know….. that happened. The canon hurts me sm bc Gin’s forever tied to her (her day also being the day they met) but bc That Happened, that day is now just a constant reminder of him being gone and I just?? can’t really imagine how hard it was for her ;_; SO THANK YOU SM for this verse & turning the canon around and just?? letting them have their day an actual day worth celebrating w/ full happiness ;w;

ALSO I see you’ve been writing new content for your zombie!Gin verse 👀 (ohhhh boy OH BOY do I crave angst. I'M HERE FOR IT.) I'll be slowly consuming your content for the next few days so i'm sorry in advance for the spam of likes you'll be getting from me :)))

out of character. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA YEAH GIN PROPOSED TO RANGIKU I HAVE OFFICIALLY WRITTEN HIM DOING IT, all my posts which happen in my Redemption Verse post-proposal / into the New Generation Verse where they have a daughter, @keikoh, are affected by this. Since I write threads / interactions in a non-linear fashion, this also means things like Ginran's bumpy just-starting-to-date phase is still available for exploring, etc. etc. so I hope to continue giving you more and more Ginran content -- and moving forward with them, too, to give them a future rather than just living in the past. I do agree that it's rather tragic that no matter how old Rangiku gets in canon now, she'll always remember Gin during her birthday and it won't be a happy thing. So, fuck that --

In the meantime, yes, in honor of Halloween Month(tm) I decided to jump back into my Zombie Verse shenanigans and I couldn't do it without the lovely @zombiigrl 's Gigi! I'm merely a puppet in the grand scheme of things, they're the talent in the spotlight here, especially noticeable since my character's one step away from drooling, no thoughts head empty.

Thank you for always popping by and giving me a smile, each notification I get from ya makes me all hyped up knowing you're reading and enjoying my content. It is a huge motivator for me!

#[ out of character ] masquerade; hide your face #;w; AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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lyrker · 1 year

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1 n 3 n 19 n 31 n 50 for the oc asks !!!!

THIS GOT SO LONG IM SO SORRY HAVDJVS

1.First oc ever ?

I’m gonna have to pass this one to good ol’ Leader Decrose. I REFUSE to get into the backstory of how he came about, but in this old world I never dive in anymore, he’s like ? A refuge i suppose ? A set of four characters (including my self insert) were based on cards and his was the diamond.

3.Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else ?

Odd situation but I GUESS ?? There’s a few but one I like is named Polaris and they’re like. a dying star. And their big brother figure is Cyrus, aka cc who thought the key to transitioning was dismembering yourself and using dark magic on a lifesize frakenstein doll he made.

They work in a fucked up lab but like, fucked up as in goofy as hell. They’re so silly (:

19.Introduce a character that means a lot to you and why

*SLAMS JACE IN FRONT OF YOU* I love him an insane amount.

Jace Luong was away when the apocalypse striked, lost his daughter thag he blames himself for (but he could never save her anyway), accidentally shot a guy and had to step down from his military position, more for his mental sake than anything, ended up using his best friend, and that last one sounds so bad. and it is. But it is for this Reason that makes me shake him like GRRRR I LOVE YOU. WHY DID YOU DO THAT oh yeah i’m the author loll !!

Because the point of Jace is that. He wants to help so fucking bad but he keeps Messing It Up. He is not evil and I cannot say that enough—he is very “the means justifies the ends” but that does Not mean he doesn’t feel bad for using Noah as a lab rat. When Noah came back to KILL HIM he cried because someone Came Back For Him, even if it was to kill him.

I don’t wanna take up too much space but it’s because he’s not evil just severely fucked up from losing his daughter and the life of being in a world filled with zombies that he’s trying to rush to make some sort of cure, so he can save people, so that people can live again instead of just survive, but he goes about it in a horrible way that, honestly, was probably inevitable.

He’s special to me because he’s a fuck up, but he’s genuinely really really trying. He is not a good person, though.

(also if he was a tma avatar he would be of The Lonely or Eye and that’s so silly)

31.Pick an oc and explain what their Tumblr blog would look like.

I’m going to go with RAYNE because he probably DOES use Tumblr, knowing him. His layout is green but also he’s probably using the Goth/Rave color pallet because he thinks the colors are nice and he’s a 3 am user so that dark mode comes in handy. His pfp is like, his favorite pokémon but with a ditto face.

He reblogs pokemon stuff—screenshots, fanart, memes, etc and he’s Definitely gotten into discourse abt the best game. Also he’s totally a Nightvale listener so throw in some Nightvale posts. I think he reblogs a lot of shitpost art but also just art in general.

And of course, the occasional cat photo and tumblr trademark textposts.

50.Give me the good ol’ oc talk.

I WAS GONNA TALK ABOUT NOAH & CO. BUT I ALWAYS TALK ABOUT THEM so here’s the MoMOF crew, named after the lemon demon song “Mask of my Own Face”

It’s a classic high schoolers sci fi horror story, think stranger things except without mike bc i hate him (did not finish watching stranger things)

Basically, six kids, Rayn, Rowan, Alex, Ash, Zach and Winston are friends ! Yippee ! Average middle/high schoolers.

And one night, Rayn and Rowan (dating) are just hanging out. Rowan is conked the fuck out at Rayn is gaming on his DS, and then he gets a text from Alex saying “Dude, why tf are you outside it’s like 2 am ???” and Rayn is confused outta his mind.

“Wdym i’m literally at home rn.”

Alex attaches a photo, a shot looking thru the blinds of their window of what looks to be Rayn.

Rayn sends a selfie back of the Charmander he just leveled up and Rowan fast asleep.

And it Can’t be him if he just sent that photo, because the beanie he always wears was handmade by Asher himself—whos this guy ?!?

naturally, they text everyone, everyone’s yelling in a vc and was NOT asleep like they should be, and Rayn gets the FANTASTIC idea to go and see who the person is. Alex is yelling that they will personally stab Rayn if he does.

He does anyway.

and they’re too far away now for Alex to see, but they’re watching their phones and when Rayn finally approaches the other Rayn the camera flips and it is missing Half Of It’s Face and then Rayn hangs up.

And they Cannot Find Him.

So for weeks they are searching for Rayn and are scared out of their wits about Why there were Two and they told the police, but they don’t believe them all too much.

But Rowan finds him one night, at the edge of the forest. Half of his face looks tk have been torn away and his hat and coat is gone and he looks run ragged but oh. Oh no.

That’s the real Rayn.

And it turns out, the Rayn they’d been staying with recently was a clone.

And he’s babbling about something, saying they “Can’t trust Winston”

And at the same time, Rowan gets a call. And Zach sounds like he’s running for his life, because Winston cannot talk, let alone sing, and Zach heard them whispering the lyrics to a song he doesn’t know, and ran for it.

So, while they found Rayn, they now don’t know where the real Winston is. And it’s kinda all about not trusting each other but also wanting to stay together because What If Someone Else Gets Taken, and they can’t trust anyone at All because they won’t believe them, and they could be more clones.

Other stuff happens; Ash is going kinda insane, Alex, as the eldest, feels like they have to be the parent of the group because god they’re falling apart and they can’t stand to see it, Zach doesn’t know if the things he’s catching on camera are real or not, and there’s also an almost murder and also arson !! Both by the kids (:

It’s a fun world i like to play around with because the kids dynamics are all super fun <3

#this got so long 💀#jace is my residential wet cat he IS my favorite oc sorry i play favorites #but the MoMOF crew is so silly too (: i don’t indulge in them nearly as much tho #thank you for the ask !!!!!#oc #ocs #oc ask game #yetanotherOCmeme #I FORGOT TO ADD TWS #tw death #tw child death #tw murder #tw mild gore #tw violence

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allofuswantgwinam · 2 years

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gwi nam x reader

authors note: another writing from my old tumble page, i found an easier way to copy and paste them over here 😂 this is one my favorites probably, it was requested 💗

warnings: angst, some humor, gwi nam vs cheong san, zombie gwi nam

i watched in horror at what was going down in front of me. i was quietly hiding under a table in the library. i was with gwi nam until we got split up in the cafeteria when all hell broke loose. we grew up together as kids so i was the only one who knew his story and understood why he is the way he is. i knew about the abuse at home and that the love he was missing from his life made him the asshole he is today… but to me he was different. i was the only source of love he ever had and i always wished it was enough to make him whole but it was never enough. i thought he was gone forever til i thought i heard his voice which made me peek through the chairs i put around the table as a barrier to somewhat protect me if i got ambushed by zombies which is still weird to have to remind myself to be aware of.

“AGGH!” i heard a thud and someone cry. the sound of zombies growling never went away but it was louder now. it sounded like maybe they had found a victim. i was shaking. i was almost too afraid to look now. i heard running and panting. the next thing i know i see shoes zoom by from under the table. i took a deep breathe and then finally looked to see what the hell was happening.

i saw gwi in a crouched position on top one of the bookcases across the room and i heard someone else too but all i could see was the top of their hair. “give me the phone.” i heard gwi nam speak sternly. i couldn’t see his front but the back of his shirt looked stained with blood. i couldn’t help but be anxious but still curious about what was going on.

“You killed the principal! You’re a murderer!” i heard a familiar voice yell back at gwi nam. i listened to them go back and forth and my head was spinning at what i was hearing. why would he kill the principal? we had a terrible principal. he never punished bullies, no i don’t support bullying. i always try to get him to stop but he was too afraid of what would happen if he disobeyed his own bully. he would never admit that though, not even to me. i don’t know how i feel about murder… i wish i knew what happened. there’s fucking zombies right now, nothing is making any sense.

“you’re insane!” I saw a body lunge and gwi nam followed them. zombies were following their every move and growling at them hoping for a meal, not focused on me at all. i carefully moved a chair over trying not to make any noise so i could crawl out from under the table. i saw gwi nam and who i now recognize as lee cheong san jumping from bookcase to bookcase. I got up quickly still without making any noise. i looked forward without having to move even a step. i could see it all.

“just give me the fucking phone you asshole!!” gwi nam screamed at cheong san. i saw gwi nam on top of cheong san choking him. i was so confused. did gwi nam kill the principal? why? why would he kill anything besides a zombie? and how did cheong san even get involved? “do you want me to save you? beg for me to save you.” gwi nam smiled scarily.

“agggh!!” cheong san cried out again and i saw him smack the phone out of gwi nams hands into the air and caught it before shoving that same phone into gwi names eye making gwi nam yell in pain. i was shaking. i felt powerless. i felt confused. to top it off i was scared. if i attempt to even do anything im definitely done for. there’s too many zombies around them. not to mention cheong san is probably right so i don’t want to hurt him either but i don’t want him to take gwi nam away from me. i got off the floor and looked around trying to find any sort of weapon i could use to help but there was nothing. i was useless and scared for what could happen. when i looked back over at them it was too late. i watched cheong san push my closest and longest friend off of him into the hungry zombies crowding around the bookshelf they were fighting on.

i was forced to watch it all. i couldn’t move, i was frozen in fear and heartbreak and anger and so many emotions i couldn’t express. they devoured him as tears ran down my face. i watched him beg for cheong san to help him, karma biting him in the ass, probably literally. “I’ll kill you cheong san. I’ll fucking kill you!!”. i stood there with tears in my eyes, watching in horror. i wanted to scream but i couldn’t. i watched cheong san stand there stuck staring down at what he had just had to do, but as soon as he knew gwi nam was dead he bolted for the door.

“Y/N..” i heard gwi nam call out weakly. i turned around slowly, shaking from crying and saw his bloody face looking at me. zombies were on top of him biting the shit out of him while he stared at me and tried to push fight for his life with what little strength he had left. “please don’t leave me.” he pleaded and cried in pain continuing to push against the zombies. i watched with a broken heart. “i’m sorry.” i sobbed before rushing back under the table and blocking myself back in there with the moved chair. i curled up in a ball and cried myself to sleep. i didn’t care if i lived or died. it didn’t matter anymore.

i woke up who knows how long after running out of tears. i rubbed my eyes and just sat still for a moment remembering what happened not long ago. he was gone. i didn’t even know if i was mad… he did bad things, but he was so good to me. i felt selfish even though i know im allowed to love someone that everyone else hates. i still had hope for him but now there’s no hope for either of us. he’s gone and there’s fucking zombies everywhere. i don’t even know if i should stay or go. i sat up slowly and carefully moved to look through the chairs and see how many zombies are around me.

i heard light footsteps making me freeze. i tried to be as still as possible, listening closely to make sure i wasn’t just hearing things. the foot steps got closer to my table and i thought i heard someone… sniffing? my heart was racing. considering cheong san was fighting with gwi nam that must mean there are others. I didn’t know if there was a zombie stalking me or a person.. cause apparently if you’re human you still aren’t safe from humans.

the sniffing noise got closer making me shake in fear and try to very quietly scoot away to the other side of the table. “where the fuck is she?” i coulda swore i heard gwi nam grumble frustratedly. my eyes widened in confusion. that couldn’t be him… i watched him die. i watched cheong san push him into the zombies and then gwi begged me not to leave him, i KNOW that happened.

without even thinking i spoke up shakily “gwi?” i was so afraid but he’s all i had. no one ever liked me because i was friends with gwi nam. i don’t blame them, but they don’t understand. they don’t know the gwi nam i know. he listened to me, he cared for me and most importantly felt safe with me. he knew i would never hurt him the way everyone else who was supposed to show him love and care did. i wanted nothing more than to always be that for him and i let him down. i didn’t protect him when he needed me.

“Y/N/N?” i heard his voice again and footsteps rush back over in my direction. one of the chairs blocking the exposed area under the table was jerked out from its spot and like a fucking miracle there he was. crouched down in front of me with a lifeless look on his face that turned into a cocky grin when he laid eyes on me. when i saw what used to be his eye i frowned. i looked over the zombie bites that covered his body and the blood stains on his clothes. coming back to reality i looked at him in shock. “what?.. h-how? y-you?..” i stuttered in shock. i looked back at his face again and he still had a cocky smile. “are you ok?” i whispered kinda scared. “are you gonna eat me?” i asked seriously and started scooting away from him slowly. i never took my eyes away from his. “it’s ok. it’s just gonna hurt and I’m sorry i couldn’t help you, I was too scared.” I started crying. “i don’t want to be a zombie but now you’re one so i don’t care.” now sobbing and looking away from him. “just fucking eat me alr-“ i was interrupted by gwi nam rushing at me making me scream, but to my surprise he just hugged me tight.

“shhh calm the fuck down. i’m not gonna eat you.” he spoke sternly in my ear and squeezed his arms holding me closer to him. i didn’t know if i was scared or happy. he didn’t say anything he just rubbed his hands up and down my back comforting me like i had done for him so many times before. before he turned cold. how is this happening?

“what the fuck is going on gwi?” i whispered while relaxing against his chest and wrapping my arms around him, feeling comfortable enough to hug him back.

“i think i’m a god. i’m not dead.” he spoke seriously and leaned back to look me in my eyes. it hurt me to see him like this. it’s worse because i watched it all happen. “you didn’t leave me. you’re still here.” he rested his hand on my cheek. this was weird… he may not bully me but i never said he was soft. he was cold but i was his rock. i helped him get through every rough time in his life even in his mean years. even when being honest with how i felt towards his actions i still had compassion for him.

“i didn’t want to live anymore. i was hoping i would be found by zombies in my sleep.” i replied honestly. i reached up and returned the same gesture, caressing his cheek in my hand. “but now that you’re somehow here and alive, i promise you i will never leave you.” i ran my thumb along his cheek bone and softly smiled.

“good.” he sighed and moved to sit and pull me onto his lap. “because i love you and that means you’re my girlfriend. i was gonna tell you this earlier but the fuckin zombies kinda fucked that up for me.” he grumbled and pressed his forehead against mine. “i lost you. i looked everywhere. that shit head principal and cheong san tried to kill me but im unstoppable AND i found you.” he said kissing my lips roughly. i kissed back trying to keep up. even if he didn’t ask me to be his girlfriend and more so told me i was i didn’t care…. i loved him too and will happily accept his demand.

he kissed down my jaw to my neck and stopped suddenly sniffing my skin giving me goosebumps. “im hungry.” he moaned before quickly sliding me off of him and crawling away from me. “i’ll be right back.” he looked back and winked at me with his remaining eye. “remember your promise, yeah? I’ll be right back, don’t die.” he smirked before getting up and closing me back in.

i sat there trying to process everything that just happened and all i could do was chuckle to myself. “i have a fucking zombie boyfriend.”

#gwi nam #gwi nam x reader #yoon gwi nam #yoo in soo #all of us are dead x reader #all of us are dead #aouad #aouad x reader #gwi nam fanfic

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sweetrabbit · 2 years

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his heart, belongs to another

pairings: Lee Cheon-san x gn!reader

genre: angst, unrequited

summary: ‘cheong-san and on-jo are dating’ it was obvious they liked each other, but y/n was so blinded by cheong-san’s caring facade and his leadership made him seem stronger. it didn’t hurt to just admire from afar.. right?

warning/s: zombies, canon deaths, deep descriptions of pain, blood?

a/n: thank you so so much for this request its so good! i kind of suck at writing angst, so im really sorry if this isn’t how you wanted it. sort of based off of “No Other Heart by Mac DeMarco”

y/n walks up the stairs to class, trying not to get a tardy in attendance.

a quick glimpse of cheong-san is also seen just a few steps ahead. quickly hopping up the stairs to get to talk to him wouldn’t do any harm right?

“cheong-san! wait up!” y/n quickly caught up with the raven haired boy “oh hi y/n” the small smile that never failed to melt their heart

“uhm, i wanted to talk to you after school.. if you weren’t busy of course.” looking down avoiding his eyes that you could always get lost in, trying their hardest to hide the faint blush that formed on their cheeks.

“sure”

that conversation was held a day ago, now they were stranded at the roof of their school after much trial and error they were finally able to start a fire with nam-ra’s lighter.

the conversation shifted between topics with heavy emotions, now it was on-jo’s time to talk.

the shock to hear that cheong-san liked somebody displayed on both on-jo and y/n’s faces, but the pit of jealousy grew in y/n knowing who it was.

a stubborn heart they had, so blindly inlove with someone who could never love them back. was it wrong to think that y/n could show cheong-san that they loved him even if on-jo had him wrapped around her finger?

it was too late to make a change, too late to bring the sparkle back in his gorgeous eyes, because the words has already left his mouth.

“you. it’s you, on-jo. i like you.” he said with the courage he’s built up for the past years, it was only right to confess now, right?

“he doesn’t mean it. he’s just kidding. i mean, we were friends and neighbors since kindergarten, that’s all. stop joking.” on-jo reassures, she wasn’t ready, not now especially after seeing su-hyeok get with nam-ra, she needed time to analyze things, especially with the apocalypse right behind their tails.

“i’m not joking. ever since i was six years old, i’ve always liked you, on-jo. and i always will.”

on-jo storms off, everyone giving him a pained smile, but the pain felt more evident on y/n’s face once he’s walked up to on-jo.

everyones talking was blacked out as the many emotions and thoughts grew in their frame.

how could they be so stubborn? be so selfish thinking they could take something that wasn’t theirs in the first place? he already belonged to her, how could they ever stand a chance with on-jo?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

so much has happened the entire night, the last thing they could do is fend for themselves, since no one was going to get them.

now surrounded by zombies, the only thing sheilding them are gym utilities.

after joon-yeongs heroic death, it left more intensity within the students to be more careful. and as much as y/n tried, they failed to keep their fingers away from the holes of the net.

a loud yelp left their lips catching attention from the others, the look of terror came across their features. y/n had no choice but to jump out, only to be pulled by mi-jin, she wasn’t able to lose another underclassmen, they promised to go home together for the sake of joon-yeong.

“please let go, i don’t want to hurt you.” their voice was low as the tears ran down everyones faces, the blood that started to trickle down their cheeks, finally jumping off.

but y/n couldn’t go without a few unsaid words. the pain that caused their eyebrows to scrunch and yell out screams of pain that made it harder for the others to listen to what they have to say.

“i like you cheong-san, but you are not mine. be good to on-jo, go home be safe, thank you all!” was the last thing they said before their bones cracked and their eyesight quickly turned into a crimson red. the normal sweet nature had left and turned into a monster who’s only thoughts was to kill and survive.

the others were hurt, sorrow growing larger and larger, guilt that spread into their bodies after losing another beloved schoolmate, but there was nothing they could do but move forward like what the others said ‘go home.’

cheong-san kept y/n’s words and as much as it hurt, he promised to be good to on-jo.

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#lee cheongsan x reader #cheongsan x reader #cheongsan angst #lee cheongsan angst #all of us are dead #aouad #lee cheongsan #Spotify

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slasherwife · 3 years

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S/o pampering the slashers + Vincent , they come home and the s/o prepared a bath and cook them dinner.

Y/n Spoiling Their Slasher

Ooh funn! Sometimes these poor bois need extra love 🥺💞

Thomas:

- He would be a flustered baby from the beginning🥺

- He would feel bad that you’re doing this stuff for him and would feel a bit awkward since he’s so used to being the provider, that he wouldn’t really know how to act 🌼

- He clings to you for guidance, because being so relaxed and spoiled like this feels like a crime to him. And that breaks my heart.

- You end up being the mother hen, coaxing him and cooing at him as he looks up at you as if you're an angel. He'll lower himself into the bath and hold onto your hand, falling into a pit of pure love for you. You are literally his angel and you are GLOWING in his eyes💕

- when you give him a special dinner, he eats it happily and offers to share almost everything with you. It's like he's mostly concerned with what's on your plate instead of his, glancing over and making sure you're enjoying yourself. He can't help it though, it's completely second nature to him 💫💖

He is still hesitant to let himself be comfortable because he has literally never had anything like this ever in his life. He still looks to you for guidance and you tell him that you won't make him do anything he's not comfortable with.

- You both end the night with him clinging to you, buried his face in your stomach with his arms wrapped around your hips. He repeats in his mind that he doesn't deserve an angel like you until he falls asleep, dreaming about you. This boy is lovesick. 💕

Jason

- Jason would just full on melt. He already knew how kind and loving you could be, and honestly isn't too surprised that you would do this. He nevertheless of course, puts his masked-face on your temple in the form of a kiss, and strokes your ear as a thank you💗

- Big boy doesn't waste a minute, he's stripped and ready to dive in. He definitely did NOT expect you to come over there and help him wash. Unsurprisingly he got bashful and looked away as you lovingly scratched his shoulders and unknotted his huge biceps and neck. He ends up going slack in the tub from how good it feels. 😊

- His eyes don't leave you most of the time. He looks away bashfully when you glance at him or smile at him, and his heart is just a fluttery mess at you. When you courteously look away when he steps out of the bath, you direct him to a big meal you made <3

- He has no idea where to start he is a trainwreck at just eating a mf meal. You smile encouragingly at him as he delicately uses his fork (which looks like a toothpick in his hands) and eats like he's at the queen's reception ceremony. He is SO polite. Uses a napkin and everything.

- I canon that he was ALWAYS hungry pre-zombie phase, and could literally eat 5 horses in one sitting (a weird visual but--) he signs to you asking what you were going to eat, and will literally fight with you about you taking his plate if you haven't eaten yet. 💖😤

- hes a babe

Michael

- this bitch. you already know bae.

- He would refuse the bath because he finds it weird that he would bathe in a bath you made him (im confused too dw) He will stand there, his 7 ft tall ass, shaking his head at you no.

- you somehow end up getting in the bath with him because that was the only chance he would take the bath-- with you literally stuck to him as he drags you around like a pool noodle 🥲

- he might initiate funky time but probably not. he just wants to be clean tbh. He spends the entire bath time smelling your hair as he doesn't allow you to move for a good 10 minutes. He strokes your neck though which is nice 💖

- after you guys both leave the bath, he is still carrying you like a purse, but lets you at least put on a towel so you're not sitting naked at the dinner table.

- He's really touchy tonight, and it's mostly because he's filled to the rim with love for you. 💗He expresses it with roughhousing though and handling you like a ragdoll. He does NOT mean to hurt you though and will be gentle if you tell him to cut it out.

- He eats absolutely everything on his plate gratefully, again, doesn't express it in the most civil way, but he appreciates it (surprisingly). He actually might eat from your plate, you can't tell me this 7 ft giant doesn't run on five rotisserie chickens a day.

Bo Sinclair

- I literally didn't even want to write for this dude. He is an asshole. But he's a hot asshole with daddy vibes so here we are 😤💗

- I would never expect Bo to worship you in return for you doing this for him. There are some things he will boast and tease you about being a swoon for him, being obsessed over him and whatnot~~~ But stuff like this is a little too much for that. It almost touches him. Almost💘

- He initially just doesn't know what to say. He loves you, that’s obvious. So he doesn't want to hurt your feelings by saying the wrong thing (which he does ALL THE TIME) so he's going to be uncharacteristically non hyper-verbal

- When you tell him you have a bath running for him upstairs, he'll think you're joking at first. When it becomes obvious that you're not, you lead him to it, and he looks at you when you're not looking and there's a slight of affection in them🌼

- He offers to share the bath with you, with a glint in his eye and that velvety smooth tone of his. This makes you blush furiously and become shy, which eggs him on. It’s completely up to you though, heh, because this will in fact lead to the sex

- afterwards he may drag you over to the bed to sleep~~~ until you tell him you have dinner waiting for him, and he is a fucking s l u t for food after funky time ✨

- now here he definitely teases you. “you’re practically worshipping me, doll. how am I supposed to treat you now?” What we’re you expecting? but internally he’s bursting at the seams and he’s very touched. 💖Probably to the point where he’s uncomfortable and will either be very quiet (he has no idea what to say) or he’ll tease the shit out of you as a coping mechanism.

- he eats like a normal person unlike everyone else here (and maybe Vincent) going on about his day where you listen patiently with a smile on your face ☺️

- Then when in bed, with his back facing you, he’ll very quietly thank you for doing this for him, because Lord knows he needed it. He’s very thankful 💖

Vincent Sinclair

- all signs of responsiveness is cut. I mean, he’s the tiniest bit of smug if I’m raw honest. He was the golden child out of the two when he was younger and even if Bo is top dog in Ambrose, the feeling of deserving more than he does is still there. Which he DOES 😭💖

- He’s in absolutely no way like Bo. Bo is a smug ass who doesn’t listen to anyone (who we stan btw), but he’s still touched to the core.💖 You didn’t need to do this, you wanted to

- he knew he was worthy of being loved. He knew Bo wasn’t going to hold him down forever. he’s felt he needed this for the longest time. He wants to beat Bo; ~~~

- and when the prettiest, sweetest angel is at his feet pampering him, he just knows how jealous Bo is. 💘😭 Anyway SORRY I’m rambling~~ I feel like Vinny would be too scared to go into the bath himself and would have you sit on a stool beside him.

- he’ll be signing to you the entire time he’s in the bath~~ about anything and everything. He’s just so emotionally connected to you, he can’t help but spill his thoughts 🥺

- you both would eat your dinner in his room, probably on his bed as you share ideas about sculpting and life Bring a laptop so y’all can watch Netflix together ✨

- he’d want to make love to you after but that depends on how shy he’s feeling. It would probably be gentle and devoid of much lust, only love🥺💓

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bruhhhh-huhhhhh · 3 years

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hi hello! it’s been awhile since i’ve sent a request and i must remedy that (also how’ve you been my friend? :D)

one of my favorite things to do is make little zoos in minecraft so can i request headcannons for c!bench trio with a reader who owns a zoo on the server far away from L’manburg/the crater that is L’manburg (nether travel pog) and lets them visit all the time (and even pet some of the animals).

yours truly,

gremlin anon

Ayyyy gremlin! I missed your chaos, and I’ve been doing meh tbh

Tubbo

This man definetly visits your zoo every chance he gets. He loves seeing all the animals you have, especially the bees.

He has brought Micheal with him, and it has been chaos

“Ah, Tubbo! Good to see you again! You know the fee for petting the animals and walking around in the pens.” You say as you see him walking behind you in your perifreal vision. You were currently watering the flowers in front of the admission area. As you turn around, you see him. The small zombie piglin that you know as micheal. “Yep, and I brought a certain someone.” Tubbo says as he hands you 2 diamonds. “Oh my god! Micheal! And Tubbo, you know im messing with you. I don’t charge friends.” You say as you pick up Micheal and give tubbo his diamonds back. You start walking in to your zoo, and tubbo follows quickly. You take micheal to the cow pen, and he jums out of your arms and onto one of the cows. “Bessy! Micheal, you can’t jump onto her like that she’s pregnant!” You grab micheal, hand him to tubbo, and rub Bessy’s head. “I’m sorry Bessy, he didn’t know you were pregnant. I’ll give you extra treats tonight, don’t worry.” You give Bessy one more pat, and then head back over to tubbo and micheal, who have moved over to the fish tank. You notice that Micheal is trying to climb over, and you shake your head. Chaos child.

Tommy

This man is one of your biggest supporters. Ever since he heard you were trying to build the zoo, he would always sneak out of meetings and his duties to help you out

Sometimes when Tommy knew things would be extra violent or that he’d be gone for a while, he’d drop henry off with you. He knew that you would take good care of Henry, and that you’d listen to him spill his heart out to you about how scared he is

“Hey....uh....y/n?” You heard from behind you. You know that it was tommy, as he’d called you earlier saying that he was gonna drop off Henry because of the coming war. “Hey toms. You here to drop off Henry?” You say as you turn around. He nodded, but still looked a little bit off. It looked like he was trying to make himself as small as possible. “Do you wanna talk about it Toms?” You ask, knowing he does. “Y-yea. Could we go inside the aquarium with the dolphins after me put the Big Man Henry away?” “Of course big man. Let’s get to stepping.” You say as you grab Henrys lead and take him to his personal pen.

Ranboo

Whenever he heard you built a zoo, he wrote it down in his memory book so he wouldn’t forget

When Dream is being extra manipulative, or he’s having a bad day, he comes to visit and just....sits with a different animal everytime.

You were going to check on the chickens because it was feeding time. They have their pen away from the others because they get a little....violent. Of course tommy chose the most violent chickens. Right as you were about to enter the pen, you saw Ranboo. He seemed to be holding Vex, one of your white chickens who had a spot of brown oh his head. “Oh uh, hey Ranboo? Fair warning, they bite.” You say as Ranboo puts down Vex. “They seem *sniffle* to like me.” He says. That’s when you realized he was crying. At this pint you were in the pen and had sat down next to him. “I’m gonna guess you went to visit dream today?” You say as you hold your arms out as an invitation for a hug. “Yea. I know I shouldn’t, but I just can’t stop going.” He says, burying his face in your shoulder. The chickens have now shoved themselves in every spot on you and ranboo they could. Some were in your laps, sitting on your feet, and in the space between your torsos. “Well, you weren’t joking, they really seem to like you.” You say as ranboo peaks out from your shoulder. “Ranboo, you can keep crying into my shoulder. Tell me everything you can remember ok?” You say as Ranboo tears up again. You know he’s been crying for a while because he has intense burns in tracks under his eyes.

#gremlin anon #bean writes #platonic ranboo x reader #platonic tommyinnit x reader #platonic tubbo x reader #ranboo #tommyinnit #tommy and tubbo #tubbo #c!ranboo #c!tommy #c!tubbo #platonic dsmp x reader

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wooandthesun · 3 years

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[ 08:22 ] hongjoong

safe inside - james arthur

will you call me to tell me you're alright?

cause i worry about you the whole night

don't repeat my mistakes

i won't sleep till you're safe inside

ps. i didn't really pay attention to the grammar in this, so there will be parts where i use present and past tense in the same instances,,, im sorry </3

you kick a stone to the curb, mindlessly swaying through your entire walk back home, your limbs seemingly guided by perhaps only a quarter portion of your faltering consciousness. you cuss when you stumble, hoisting your body upwards with a determined thrust. home is near, you thought to yourself. you were right, your apartment complex wasn't any farther than a couple of steps and a flight of stairs.

to explain how you got in this situation in the first place, you believe you'd blame it on your tendency to overexert yourself in every aspect of your life, be it small or big. today was no different, when you stepped out the door that morning on a whim with a splitting headache, feeling as if your skull was being crushed all over. you don't exactly know how you managed to finish up everything you wanted to perfect today, but you did.

hongjoong, your boss, had paid a good sum of attention towards you specifically that day however. he had always been a friend even outside of work, and since his company was small and wasn't packed with employees, it was normal for everyone to be a little closer to their boss compared to other companies. yet, you start to wonder, was it obvious that you were sick? you doubt it; you were very good at pretending to be alright.

thoughts continue to cloud your head space as you practically crawl the flight of stairs, your left hand gripping the railing as if you were holding on for dear life. on the top of the staircase, you pause, taking a breather. your keys are on your right hand, producing metallic clinking sounds thanks to your unsteady stance.

you take one step forward, then another, and then another one. you wanted to laugh at how you were staggering, walking in literal zombie-mode. your mind is hazy, and you have to look to the ground to actually process how much progress you've made. you sigh when you realise you've made none, and that it seemed like you hadn't moved at all.

it happens in a flash. your keys make clinking sounds again, except this time their fate is met by the floor. you let out a string of unintelligible curses, frustrated as you bent down to pick the keys up, only to feel gravity tug you downwards in a sickening speed, your eyelids weighing heavier than they should be. time seems to slow down, in tune with your motions, or the lack thereof. were you free falling backwards? you have no idea. your mind stood no chance to register the situation either.

a pair of arms catch you halfway through your fall just when you start to accept your fate. everything else: the door, whatever sounds or any jolt of movement grew distant. the last thing you remember hearing is panicked and manouvered breaths that didn't belong to you.

when you finally come to, you realise you're laying on your sofa with a blanket over your body. your lips feel cracked from dryness, and you whimper as you rise, only to fall backwards. your hand searches for the water bottle you always keep on your coffee table, but everything still feels so far away.

"stay still." you hear. you can't put a finger on who the voice belongs to. you whine, choking out the word 'water' while you try to pry your eyes open. "god, y/n, i said stay still." the tone of this voice is stern but concerned, which made your stomach feel kind of funny.

you feel your body being guided into a sitting position, and a cold sensation on your lips afterwards. a glass of water. you gulp everything down eagerly, coughing as you finish.

"i knew you were sick. why did you come to work today?" there was a pause at the end the question. "nevermind, don't answer that. just, sleep." the voice softens, and you feel their hand on your forehead. "silly, you're burning up." the person blurts, sounding amused but not surprised.

with every ounce of your strength, you manage to let your eyes flutter open for a few seconds. you catch a glimpse of black hair, a familiar set of furrowed eyebrows, eyes filled to the brim with worry, and rosy lips. even amidst semi-consciousness you were able to tell exactly who this person was.

"hongjoong?" your voice comes out like a whisper. your next reply is deliberate, almost slurred. "i wasn't this sick in the morning. i-i'm fine, well not really, but i will be. i just, didn't want to skip work. especially not without an earlier notice." you leave out the fact that you didn't want to disappoint him.

"well, you didn't really think that through, didn't you?" he lets a rhetorical question slip, sighing right after. "sorry. i'm just.. worried. about you." he admits.

"you don't have to. that's not in your job description: worrying about your employee, y/n." you laugh.

"i'm thoroughly impressed you have the strength to crack a joke when you're sick. y/n, you fainted. it could have gone much worse." he explains.

"well, you saved me." you say. "i think you always do. you're always saving me. i feel like i'm often a damsel in distress when i'm around you when in reality i'm very capable of taking care of myself alone. i don't know why.." you trail off. your head feels a little lighter now, and it doesn't take you too much effort to keep your eyes open.

you see hongjoong staring at you, the same concerned look plastered on his face. his eyes scan your face, lingering on your lips before he clears his throat. "would you not like for me to.. save you next time?" he asks. at first, you wonder if he was joking, but the sincerity felt too evident to ignore.

"are you really asking me that?" you ask in a playful demeanor. "i don't think you'd stop even if i asked you to. not that i want you to stop," your final sentence comes like a gentle breeze, falling into a whisper. you close your eyes, hoping hongjoong hadn't heard it.

"you know, y/n," he starts, eyeing you. "you're hard not to worry about. you're always on your feet, you never put yourself first.. and i'm always worried about you. about your well-being: whether you've eaten or rested before pushing yourself over and over again." he speaks, casting his glance to the floor. you are listening intently, yet your eyes are still closed in an attempt to counter the blush creeping up your cheeks. "i find myself wondering about you every damn second. god, when you showed up all shaky and exhausted this morning i just.." his voice grows quieter until it stops altogether.

"do you like me?" you blurt out, only registering the question after 5 solid seconds. you expect him to stay silent, probably dismiss the question as one of your sickly, nonsensical questions. you open your eyes, prompting your mouth open to speak, but he does it first.

"if there was a word a little bit stronger than like," he stares at you. "i would say that's how i feel about you." he finishes, but coughs awkwardly afterwards. "i'm not trying to force you into anything, though. i know your independence means a lot to y-"

"and what should we do about this mutual feeling?" you joke, though you meant it for real. you see his eyes light up.

"you're unbelievable," he says in disbelief, smiling foolishly.

he slides his hand across yours, giving it a squeeze, to which you return, though a little bit weaker.

"i would ask you to kiss me but i'm sick." you state with a pout.

"i'm gonna do it either way." and he does just that.

#sun: hongjoong #ateez #ateez imagine #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #ateez hongjoong #hongjoong #atz #kim hongjoong #hongjoong imagine #hongjoong fluff

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sxfik · 3 years

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I have an idea!

Ok so we all know that Hanseo is abused by his big brother, and if i remember correctly, the jipuragi trio found out about it from the guillotine file for the first time.

Now hear me out, what if the jipuragi trio found out about the abuse from Hanseo himself, not from the guillotine file??

After failing to burn down geumga plaza, Hanseok threw that object at Hanseo, telling him not to dodge it, and it left a scar on his forehead. When Hanseo visited jipuragi, he seemed proud of that scar, right?? Because thats what he got from saving geumga plaza, and he hoped that the scar would show them that he wants to be on their side.

BUT lets forget about all those stuff for a moment.

Hanseok loves to strangle, threaten, and hit Hanseo with the hockey stick. It certainly happens more than once, so i figured that there must be a bunch of scars and bruises on his body right?? What if the jipuragi trio noticed one of his scars/bruises?? I know Hanseo always wear long-sleeved stuff, so its not exactly visible, but what if someone caught a glimpse of it??? Perhaps the scar/bruise was on his arm???

Maybe when Hanseo visits jipuragi, Vincenzo asks him to wash some coffee mugs, and as Hanseo is rolling up his sleeves...

"yo whats that on your arm??"

And maybe Hanseo is like "thats a bruise..? Do you not know what a bruise is??"

Okay, idk. I have no idea how he's gonna react if that happens. I just feel like Hanseo wouldnt be proud of his scars if he didnt get them from trying to save geumga/jipuragi people.

And now im just wondering, what do you think? How would Hanseo react, in your opinion? If the jipuragi trio really did find out about the abuse from Hanseo himself, how would that affect their relationship? Im really curious about what you think

Hhhhhhhh sorry if its too long. I just thought that this might be a good way for Hanseo and jipuragi to kinda get closer with each other...

han seo headcanons (part one)

helloooo, thank you for sending an ask in :D

SORRY this answer is super long and for some reason my phone isn't allowing me to add a keep reading cut thingy, apologies in advance to the amount scrolling you have to do

tw: abuse

i've been thinking so much about this ask and just how han-seo would react to them finding out, and honestly i never really took note of how many long sleeved shirts he wears. i believe han-seok has switched a lot more into emotional manipulation and abuse than physical abuse but he has a lot of anger issues. i'd honestly imagine him using han seo as a punching bag for any and every inconvinence that happens to him, even as an intern.

i also agree with you, han seo is someone who is a very bright personality who tends to hide his hurt and emotions, and he's very very good at it as he has been living under a psychopath his whole life. he's good at hiding his anger (although it definetly bubbles over in smaller outbursts) and especially his hurt (i.e. the scene that han seok throws that candle holder at him and he just smiles back). han seo has a lot of anger at himself for not speaking back or being able to act like himself. like in that scene in the office, you can tell as he curls his fist that he wanted to speak back so badly. even when he finally snaps against han seok, he said "i'm getting tired of being afraid of you." i feel like he'd be embarrassed that even after years, he hasn't been able to escape his abuse

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i feel like this scene and their dynamic would play out something similar to this:

han seo joined the team and has been working with vincenzo and cha-young for around a month. at this point han seo isn't walking on eggshells with both of them, he's a lot more comfortable and visiting their office regularly without choi/han/han seok finding out.

sometimes it's vincenzo and cha-young providing him books to study economics from, maybe even giving some brotherly/sisterly advice to him. every couple weeks, vin and cha-young give him quizzes and slowly, he's getting better and better

over time, he even got closer to the plaza residents (even though the residents were definetly cold to him in the beginning, miri scaring the shit out of him by doing her ghost thing, the lady with the lipstick from bye bye balloon staring him down, snack bar lady refusing to serve him, larry also scaring the shit out of him by doing his zombie routine)

but despite this, they adopt him into their family, han seo doing small errands for the residents, him buying the best coffee, food and getting camera equipment for the snack bar lady's son. han seo gifting the pawnshop couple with cute baby items etc.

(obviously he buys the most expensive shit bc he's still a rich boy, but they dont have to know)

(side note: he'd be fucking adorable with a baby, imagine him being the babies "uncle han seo" who gets them the best gifts !!)

even though he was comfortable with all of them, every once in a while his facade would slip.

every once in a while, someone would make a sharp movement towards him and he'd flinch. or if someone makes a quick step towards him, he'd back up and stiffen up on instinct

even if it was someone patting his back or just making a quick movement, he'd react on instinct from the years of abuse from han seok. but no one ever said anything about it if they noticed.

one afternoon after lunch, they were washing dishes, han seo on washing duty and cha-young drying and placing them back. and han seo was in his full sleeves and cha-young notices his sleeves getting wet

"yah, roll your sleeves back, by the end of this your whole sleeve will be wet! you know how uncomfortable those sleeves would be?"

"ahaha, it's alright noona, i'll be fine"

han seo tries to laugh it off, grining at her with one of his wide grins but there's something off about this one. but cha-young gives one of her patented glares and he rolls them up carefully, shielding his arms from her view, and continues washing the rest.

cha-young doesn't take note of his bruises at first, but noted the care he went through to shield his arms from her. his arms were posed almost awkwardly and he was on high alert

it wasn't until after they both finished and he was drying his hands that cha-young saw the massive bruises he had, climbing up his forearms and under the sleeves

he stiffens when he sees her stare, and quickly tries to cover them but she grabs them before he could hide it

she's completely quiet while she stares at his arms. after a moment, he speaks up

"oh i accidentally banged these against my doorway, they're just small bruises. it's go away in a couple days" he smiles at her again but she could tell from the way his shoulders were frozen and the wavering of his voice that it wasn't the truth

"did he do these?" she asked him, her face completely neutral and her voice barely a whisper. she's still looking at his forearms, her fingers ghosting over the bruises.

han seo just looks down and the silence is enough of an answer for cha-young. he walks away, embarrassed that she found out about it, even though his years of therapy told him that it wasn't never his fault, he still felt the shame and anger of not being able to break free.

he's quiet for the rest of the time, feigning tiredness and finding an excuse to leave the plaza

that night, it was just vincenzo and her working at the office late, in preparation for babel. cha-young's mind was still on what she saw that afternoon. abruptly, she stands up, her hand gripping the pen in her hand as she turned to vincenzo sitting at the other desk.

"did you know that bastard hurt him? he's been abusing han seo this whole time?" she asked vincenzo, her voice seething with anger

"i know."

"you know??? why didn't you ever say anything?"

vincenzo looks up at her from his stack of papers, setting his pen down.

"it wasn't my place. i picked up on it when he flinched when mr. tak reached toward him to place a hand on his shoulder."

cha-young sat back down then, her lips pressed together, and vin went back to his paperwork

"we should get him out of there. who knows what han seok would do in one of his rages?"

"couple nights ago, we went to drink makgeolli and i offered him a way out. i told him if he ever needs to leave, and if he's ready to leave, he has a place at the plaza."

"and is he? leaving that is?"

"no. he thanked me, but said that he needed to stay until his brother and his group crumbles to the ground."

cha-young let out a sigh, biting her lip, the worry on her face all too evident

"hong cha-young byeonosa-nim, we shouldn't baby him. jang han seo deserves revenge against his brother just like we do and the choice is ultimately up to him."

"i know. i just worry."

they stayed quiet for the rest of the night, working late but the topic never leaves cha-young or vincenzo's minds

the next day, han seo avoided her like the plague, not wanting to talk about what she saw yesterday

but while he was studying, she approached him, a glass of juice and a snack in hand, setting it next to him. she checked over his work quietly as he took a break and glanced at his arms, doing a once over just to make sure he didn't get any new ones.

"well done, han seo, you're doing well" she smiled at him and ruffled his hair and han seo let out a breath of relief and gratefulness that she hadn't treated him any different

from then, cha-young and vin only got fonder of han seo and han seo was pretty much adopted by them. after the battle and han seok is in jail permanently, he moves out of his apartment, and gets one closer to the plaza.

mr. nam would show him how the organization worked at jipuragi and put him to work, the paralegal grateful to have an extra hand around the office

eventually, even han seo grows an affection to the instant coffee and buys more for himself and his apartment

vin would take him shopping for suits, both rich boys obsessed with their sleek looks. they take cha-young with them once but she manages to sleep off at every shop they go to.

vincenzo also plays hockey with him regularly and the plaza invites him to plaza game nights. they get up to all kinds of mischief,

han seo loves spicy food, just like cha-young so they make it their mission to go to try every restaurant and compete to see just how much spice they can handle. obviously vincenzo doesn't even make it past the first round of the spice competitions but cha-young and han seo have the same competitive streak that keeps them going

han seo is also dropping hints to both of cha-young and vincenzo that they should get married. constantly teasing vincenzo about cha-young in the way only younger brothers do

obviously on one of cha-young and han seo’s days out, han seo drops hints CONSTANTLY, trying to get her to admit cha young likes vincenzo

and OBVIOUSLY she slips up, and han seo doesn’t let go of it

he does the whole younger brother teasing every single time he catches cha-young glancing at vincenzo at the firm

“cha-young noona and vin hyung, sitting in a tree. K I S S I N—” “HAN SEO!!!”

obviously chayenzo eventually get together but decide to keep it a secret (and of course, they were awful at it)

eventually when they reveal it to the office, mr. nam and han seo react like that one scene in suspicious partner (“quick, act surprised” “*gasp* you guys are together??????? we had no idea!!”)

han seo is basically adopted as a younger brother to both cha-young and vincenzo and even the plaza loves his presence and he gets to have a peaceful existence for the rest of his life

anyways han seo deserves a happy ending with a good family. he deserves a second chance with a family that LOVES AND CARES FOR HIM AND GIVES HIM CHOICES AND ALLOWS HIM TO BE HIMSELF. (and yes this covered more than just one scene but I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS ON HIM) as always feel free to add on :D

#yes han seo calls her noona #they’re attached at the hip okay #both of them are chaos machines #literally vin cha young and han seo are the definetion of *too much energy* *too much energy* *calm*#mine #vincenzo #vincenzo cassano #chayenzo #hong cha young #song joong ki #tvn vincenzo #jeon yeo been #vincenzo x cha young #jang han seo #jang han seok #kwak dong yeon #ok taecyeon

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