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DP x DC Crossover where Danny gets de-aged more towards his ghost-age and got adopted.
But he didn't exactly get adopted by a batfamily member, or even any hero, or a villain.
Honestly this Talon who just found a literal toddler that surfaced in a runoff of the Lazarus Pit is rather confused. Like on one hand should they be killing it?? But the idea of killing the strange tiny talon-sibling seems so viscerally wrong???
Welcome to having the first mental breakdown of many funky golden-eyed man that Danny thinks might be more feral than he is. Oh well, at least this person isn't a fruitloop and speaks in sort-of ghost speak?
And sometimes more gold-eyed people appear to help care for him? Like they obviously don't know how to do so, but they're trying their best and honestly he's pretty self-sufficient. Ish.
The Court of Owls have no fuckin' clue where a good third of their Talons have disappeared to or why they can't call them back.
#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp#danny phantom#danny fenton#prompts#court of owls#COO Au#Talon#court of owls talons#undead babysitters and adopted family#the undead got to stick together man#is danny ghost king? a new god? simply a powerful protection spirit?#who knows
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Pregnant Pause
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader
Summary: Babymaking is a bit trickier than anticipated, and months have passed with no sign of pregnancy. When your period finally doesn’t show up on time, you and Daryl act fast and head straight for the pharmacy—and get a little caught up along the way.
Warnings: NSFW. Unprotected p-in-v (duh). Daddy Daryl + daddy!kink Daryl. Difficulties trying to conceive.
Note: Part 2 to Grow a Uterus and We’ll Talk. I fully blame @murdadixon and the Blood Ties series for all the pregnancy-related one shots lately - veryyyy much in my Daddy Daryl era now 🫣💓💘
If trying to get knocked up was an Olympic sport, you would’ve won the gold.
On the merits of your efforts alone you and Daryl probably should’ve had several hundred babies under your belt by now. Thousands. The past six months had been nothing but babymaking, a steady stream of rawdog bedroom rodeos and two-person pushups being your primary form of sustenance. But, try as you might, there wasn’t so much as a whiff of a kid in sight after all this time. You were starting to lose hope.
When, one month, your period didn’t make its usual appearance two days after the time it was meant to, you were over the moon with excitement.
Swinging one leg over Daryl’s sleeping form to straddle him in bed, you leaned down and shook him hard.
“Daryl!” you hissed, pinching him under his shirt.
The man below you grunted, shuffled, and blinked uncertainly up at you before slowly raking his eyes over your body and starting to smirk.
“Climb on, cowgirl,” he purred, already starting to tug your panties down.
Your hands quickly covered his and stalled their movements, a giggle bubbling up in your throat.
“Not that, not that!” you whispered, “I’m late.”
“Fer what?” Glancing over at the clock on the nightstand.
“My period.”
Daryl’s gaze darted back to yours. A beat as he processed what you meant.
“No shit?”
“Shit.” You were nodding, beaming.
Daryl hauled himself to his feet in a second, taking you with him. Then he slipped you onto the floor and raced you to the door, practically fighting you through the threshold of the bathroom to get to the cupboards first.
Together, you flung cabinet doors open far and wide and went foraging for little blue boxes in somewhat of a frenzy. Daryl was chucking pads and tampons and rolls of toilet paper over his shoulder while you stuck yourself waist-deep in another stuffy wooden space, searching in earnest for that stupid Clearblue logo.
“Got it!” Daryl chirped. You almost smacked your head on the sink coming out so fast.
“Yeah?!”
Daryl thrust a blue-and-white stick in your direction, grinning with pride.
Your eyes narrowed just a little. Your stomach sank.
“Daryl, that’s a thermometer.”
Your boyfriend’s mouth hung slightly ajar in an ‘o’ shape, and you couldn’t even be mad at his attempt.
Trying to hide your dismay, you sighed and told him to keep looking. You crawled back over to the cupboard and felt a gentle coil just then start to take shape in your stomach—whether that might’ve been a real-life baby or another burst of anxious nerves, you couldn’t be sure. You and Daryl continued to comb over the boxes and bottles lined across your shelves.
That was how your day had started. It continued, at present, outside a largely dilapidated Target Superstore, with your hands on your hips and your eyes scanning a sea of the undead that occupied its front entrance. Shit was worse than any Black Friday crowd you’d ever seen.
“You sure you don’t wanna check the Walgreens?” you asked, tightening your grip on the rifle in your hands.
“Place was overrun last time I checked. Got a camp of military types stationed nearby too. Best ta leave ‘em be,” Daryl answered.
You suspected if anyone came across the two of you now they’d be put off just the same—with the AK-47 in your arms and the crossbow/M4 Carbine combo on Daryl’s person, you probably looked every bit as lethal as you’d ever been.
All for an itty bitty pee stick and some snacks.
You sat down on one of the red cement balls to your left and crossed your arms. You watched the herd. If there was just some way to slip in, sight unseen, and sneak past their rotting bodies to get to the Sexual Wellness section, maybe rappel from the ceiling and drop dead on the spot, go in guns blazing or else just—”
“Mask it,” Daryl said, suddenly.
You raised an eyebrow but quickly had your curiosity quelled when Daryl nodded toward a throng of walkers down the way.
There were four or five of them stacked together, crushed between shopping carts and pinned, interminably, in place as they stood, hissed, and clawed in your general direction.
Daryl had a hatchet in hand in a second. You watched, enthralled, as he made lightning quick work of the walkers, hacking off their arms, dismantling their jaws, and slinging rope around their bodies like they were little more than a miniature herd of cattle. He came back smiling, probably thinking to himself how proud Michonne would be if she could see him now.
“Here,” he hummed. He passed over the rope attached to two jawless walkers like they were pets on a leash.
You accepted it and joined him as he walked, eyeing your newly-tripled group with a curious look.
“Should we—” you started.
“Not naming them,” Daryl said before you could finish.
The six of you trudged along a path of broken glass and steered toward one of the semi-shattered doors. Your stomach started to twist when the sounds of the groaning walkers within reached your ears.
“’S’okay. Nothin’s gonna hurt us with these ugly fucks around,” Daryl murmured to you, glancing back at the doe-eyed, mutilated geeks at your rear.
You nodded silently and followed his lead. The pair of you were practically halfway through the entrance now, making your way past piles of debris and gradually drawing closer to the hissing mob inside. You eyed the looming horde, chewed the inside of your cheek, and yanked your brand new friends a little closer.
And, like magic, the herd hardly stirred when you approached the perimeter. A few parted ways enough to give you entry and, when you’d stepped inside, proceeded to close right back around as if you were one of their own. Not a single snarling mouth or clouded eye turned your way as you and Daryl shuffled ahead, mimicking their moans and hisses and occasionally trading looks as if to say, ‘No fucking way this is working.’
You carried on. Followed by sight where streams of light went pouring in through the caved-in ceiling. Even looked to a couple worn and faded aisle numbers and quickly learned you were much closer than you thought.
You slowed your pace.
“Condoms, 2:00,” you whispered, trying to direct Daryl’s attention to the right.
The pregnancy tests were always stationed somewhere near the condoms—like a warning, you thought. You never could’ve imagined you’d be so happy to see that silent admonition in your life, now, as you and Daryl sidled over to the scattered rows of sexual wellness products and took a closer look.
Daryl reached down, seized a box, and held it up to you.
“Nope. Ovulation test,” you shook your head.
Another.
“Pantyliners.”
“Goddamn, how many pussy products do y’all need?” Daryl groaned, stepping aside to let you check the shelves yourself.
You found a pregnancy test in four seconds flat. You chucked the box his way and grabbed half a dozen more.
Internally, you would’ve loved to celebrate this momentous occasion, but rationally, you knew there were several hundred flesh-eating horrors just waiting for you to fuck up and serve yourselves on a platter a stone’s throw away. Moreover, you were ill at ease—almost fearful—of the result you might get from the tests. After six months of setbacks and cyclic, habitual frustration, you almost didn’t want to know one way or another. You weren’t fit to face another disappointment.
When your gaze flitted to Daryl’s, you saw his expression had softened. Without a word, he pulled you into his arms and cradled your head to his chest.
“Don’t matter what the test says,” he murmured into your hair, stroking it softly, “’m gonna put a damn baby in ya if it’s the last thing I do.”
You surprised yourself by bursting into laughter, not tears, on his front, trying to stifle the sounds in his shirt as he hugged you tighter. You squeezed him back, held him close, and almost forgot your four drooling companions and the many more still prowling about the store. You turned your head up to Daryl.
“I love you,” you said.
“I love you too.”
Daryl leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips.
He probably meant it to be a peck, nothing more than a second or two, but when you pulled him in and really kissed him back, he didn’t mind at all.
He walked you back into a shelf, pushed your body as careful as he could so as not to disturb any items behind you. You brought a hand to his hair and threaded it tight through your fingers, prompting the smallest of groans between you. Daryl stepped a little closer.
The second your tongue breached the seal of his lips, you felt a hand slide down to your backside and nudge you up a little, so you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist. Your tongues delved deeper, hands roamed further, and moans took on a volume that likely wasn’t safe at all for your current surroundings. Your four gummy-mouthed comrades stood as silent and still as ever.
“Wanna— have another go for good measure?” you muttered against Daryl’s lips. Hips grinding with his against all your better judgment.
“Couldn’t...hurt,” Daryl groaned in return.
Undoubtedly, it could do more than just hurt you—if those walkers sniffed you out, they’d kill you—but, as it was, neither of your hormone-charged bodies had the presence of mind to say any differently. You and Daryl shed clothes quicker than either of you could comprehend and, within a minute, were back on each other with another flurry of quick, frantic kisses.
Daryl gripped your bare hips, pinned them to the shelf, and almost cursed in your mouth when the whole damn thing threatened to give way.
In a blink, he’d grabbed the metal behind you and was slowly, desperately trying to yank it back while you cast a look around you.
Nothing roaming nearby. At least as far as you could see.
You shifted as though you were going to slide out of Daryl’s arms, but he just drew you closer. Once he’d righted the shelf, he secured his arm underneath you and grinned.
“Wanna take this someplace a little more private?”
You nodded and motioned toward the big ‘Rx’ sign at the end of the aisle. Daryl followed your gaze.
The pharmacy counter would have to do.
You were propped up against the cool surface in no time at all—right after Daryl had tied the walkers to a nearby pole—and suddenly you felt warmth all around. In spite of your nearly stark naked stature, you were enveloped by Daryl’s body, pressed flush against the counter and feeling his touch run every which way he pleased. He kissed, licked, and sucked every supple inch of your skin and acted like it was the first time he’d tasted you in ages. Like it wasn’t last night, and the morning before that, and every day preceding that he’d gotten his fill.
Daryl watched with eyes that drank you in like a novelty, and somewhere deep within you both, you knew you needed this now.
You hardly had a moment’s time to think before Daryl was thrusting inside you. Laying you flat on your back and fucking you hard against the counter with your legs draped over either one of his shoulders.
Daryl fought back a moan when your walls first welcomed him, slow at first, but maddening all the same. You felt a hand drift to your neck and seize it at the base, saw Daryl lean in a little and say, through gritted teeth,
“Tha’s my good girl— take daddy’s cock.”
You whimpered in response, feeling him rut his hips even harder. Daryl squeezed your throat as he did, and, seeing how much you loved it, held it there as long as you could take it before you came gasping for air.
He’d fill you to the hilt, pull out, and do it all again, quietly moaning your name as he pumped in and out.
“Fuck, Daryl, I— fuck,” you tried, and failed, to speak a coherent sentence as the archer picked up speed.
“Wha’s’at, honey? Ya say sumn’?” Daryl pried, pretending like he wasn’t already sending you straight to the brink of orgasm with the force of each stroke.
You hummed in an effort to conceal your moan but ended up letting loose an even louder sound, punctuated by something of a shriek when Daryl delivered a particularly hard blow. You clamped a hand over your mouth and watched Daryl shoot a look over his shoulder. Then he turned back, smirking.
“Didn’t quite catch tha’, honey,” he managed between ragged thrusts, “Wanna moan a little louder so the whole fuckin’ store can hear?”
You shot him a look as if to say, ‘Get fucked’—then pulled him even deeper with your fingers wrapped fast around his forearms. Daryl hardly seemed fazed, simply dropping a hand between your legs and offering another shit-eating grin when your body jolted under his touch.
“Feel good, baby?” he hummed.
You nodded and whimpered. Couldn’t help but clench when he leaned forward and angled your legs higher. Daryl let out a throaty moan.
“Gonna cum f’me?”
Before you could answer, he lowered himself even closer, ‘til your legs were all the way up by your ears and your body was chock-full of pleasure, all but brimming with tears. You tried to nod, found that you could scarcely move, and felt Daryl cup your face in his hand as he continued to fuck you, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip,
“Cum fer daddy, then. Cum all over this cock.”
Daryl knew he didn’t need to tell you twice. In a matter of seconds he felt you come undone beneath him, hands gripping him tight and walls clenching even harder. He caught your lips in a sloppy kiss, tried to quiet your moans, but found himself chasing that high not too long after. He spilled his seed inside you and watched your face contort with pleasure—not from your climax alone, but that pure, primal feel of his warmth spreading out deep within you.
The two of you parted, panted, and grinned in each other’s faces like that wasn’t the single dumbest, and most dangerous, fuck you’d had in your entire lives.
You didn’t need to exchange a word; you knew you shared identical thoughts. Daryl squeezed your thigh.
Twenty minutes later, with your walker quartet in tow, you paced a nervous path back and forth before your car in the parking lot. On the hood sat half a dozen, urine-soaked pregnancy tests with the screens facing down. You stopped and turned to Daryl, eyes locking on his.
“Ready?”
“Flip ‘em.”
#daryl dixon#daryl dixon smut#daryl dixon one shot#daryl dixon imagine#daryl x reader#the walking dead#twd daryl#twd fanfiction#twd imagine#smut
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Love Lockdown | 07
𝐯𝐢𝐢. 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡
↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; rather be drenched by the rain than dead
⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: yoongi x reader
⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: zombie apocalypse au, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, eventual smut, horror au (?), slow burn
⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, fingering, breast and nipple play, unprotected sex, denied orgasm, dirty talk
⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 17k+
banner by: @dee-ehn
⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢
“Yoongi?”
The said man lowers his knife, squinting his eyes into the distance at the approaching bodies as he slowly deciphers there's no real threat.
“Is that you?”
His features soften and a sign of hope casts over them before he's enveloped in a bone-crushing hug. He's shocked, not believing he's hearing and seeing right. The two of you are no longer alone. It all happens fast, definitely takes longer for you and Yoongi to fully realize who's actually here. However, it proves to be a reality when the light from their flashlights flashes upon them and you're met with three familiar faces.
“Cher?” Yoongi asks, sounding as if he still can't believe the redhead is in his arms as he slowly hugs her back.
Bruno lingers around for a while before he urges Cherry to step away, the two men welcoming each other with slaps to their backs and hugs. You're not sure you've ever seen Yoongi smile that much. Especially when he reunites with Xavier who almost jumps into his arms, Yoongi holding onto him for a dear life.
You've not been around for a long time, yet you're aware of their bond. Xavier is like his little brother. His big responsibility and to know he is safe and here, must mean a lot to Yoongi.
Xavier surprises you when he rushes toward you and hugs you, murmuring how happy he is to find you and Yoongi. You hug him back, heart warming at his evident happiness of reuniting with you two.
As much as you're happy to see someone familiar, no matter what the actual relationships you have with them, there's not everyone and it makes you panic. Especially when you spot Yoongi counting all of them with his sharp eyes as a frown makes it to his face again.
“Where's Taehyung?” And Zoya? Even the stupid Johnny?
But you don't get to say their names when Cherry's eyes set upon you, a look of distaste clear even in the darkness. “Oh, you're still alive.”
Ignoring her remark, you clench your jaw and glare at her as Yoongi speaks up. “Cher, where are they?”
The rain has drenched everyone's clothes, but there's nothing you can do at the moment other than trying to stay under the trees. It's too dangerous to be moving during the night and soon enough, their flashlights are turned off too not to catch any unwanted attention.
“We lost them, Yoongi.” Bruno speaks, voice trembling. “We got into the other building together but there were undeads there. We were separated and we don't know–” He chokes up, your chest clenching at his obvious vulnerability.
Despite not knowing them for long, your own body tenses and you wait for the worst, wondering if any of them made it out alive.
“We don't know where they are or if they are alive.” Cherry finishes for Bruno, the man rubbing his forehead frustratedly as Xavier stands next to you and looks at the ground.
“We managed to get out, hyung. But it was impossible to get to them.” Xavier speaks up with a silent tone, Yoongi shifting his eyes to him.
“It's okay,” he responds quietly, “You tried your best. I'm glad you guys are safe.”
This is certainly hard for him to say. Even you can tell how Yoongi struggles to not show how worried he is for the rest of the group, trying to wrap his head around what they just told him.
“It's okay,” he repeats, trying to assure everyone – or maybe himself. “We're gonna stick to the plan. Get to the center and hope for the best.”
That's what a leader does. Guiding his group and making tough decisions. All of you know they could be anywhere, dead or alive. There's no way or realistic chance of you finding them. They had a deal after all. One they can't break because it's their only hope.
“I fucking hate this.” Cherry mutters through her teeth, sounding rather impatient. Johnny is somewhere out there too, he's her brother after all. She must be worried about him as well.
Even if he gives you weird vibes and you've never had any good experience with him, you do hope everyone's alright. It's a miracle you bumped into Ben, Xavier and even Cherry.
“You're not alone.” Xavier joins just as the rain starts to pour again.
“Fucking great.” she sneers.
“What are we gonna do?” Bruno asks, looking up at the sky as all of you get closer to the tree to at least hide under the tall and long branches.
“It's too dark, it's safer to stay here and wait it out. We should wait till the morning to move.” Yoongi explains as you slowly sit down, leaning against the tree again.
The slight chilliness makes you shiver as you cuddle to yourself while the sighs and whines resound from the group because of the weather. Like Yoongi said, it's safer to wait it out and all of them know that. They have to be smart. Trying to rush to the center to see their friends again, hopefully, is not going to keep them alive. They soon follow you, each of you sitting against the three. With the sound of rain pouring as it hits the leaves and ground, Cherry fills up Yoongi with what they've been through with a silent voice. Bruno remains quiet, too deep in his thoughts to engage himself in any conversation while Xavier falls asleep in a record time, his head hitting your shoulder as he uses it as a pillow. It's the only thing that makes your lips curl into a soft smile.
The rain continues for almost the entire night, making it hard to fall asleep or even rest. It doesn't look like it's going to stop any time soon. You're going to be entirely drenched by the time rain stops.
But rather be drenched by the rain than dead.
Bruno has found a watch. Just an old one with a brown worn out stripe, it was tossed in one of the buildings they were stuck in. He's not sure if it's set right, but it seems to be when the tiny hands moving indicates that it's working. Apparently, it's 9:22. You hear their distant voices in the back of your mind and the conversation is the cause that makes your eyes crack open.
It takes you a moment to properly wake up and notice them standing not that far away, talking to each other. You notice Xavier still sleeping soundlessly next to you and you wonder if you looked that peaceful too.
Something's not right. Not only are your clothes still wet from the rain that you're not sure when it stopped, but your head is killing you. The sharp throbbing pain makes you groan softly as you shudder in your wet clothes. It's undoubtedly the result of the weather.
The group stops chatting, a few words exchanged between them before they go to grab their stuff from the ground. You and Yoongi share a look for a short period of time, barely noticeable but enough for him to notice you're already awake. No words are said, just Yoongi softly shaking Xavier's shoulder as he wakes him up.
Bruno goes to grab his backpack that's sitting next to you. His brown big eyes set on your exhausted figure. “Are you alright?”
You're not sure what to answer. Is it something worth mentioning? You're pretty sure none of them feel absolutely alright, considering the conditions under you're trying to survive. The headache is surely caused by the lack of sleep and the poor weather that accompanied you throughout the entire night.
You hear Cherry complaining about her wet clothes in the distance too, saying she hopes they find some kind of house or something where she can change it. You agree. Dry clothes sound really good right now.
So with a little and not so genuine smile you offer to Bruno, you simply say; “Yeah.”
He doesn't question you, busy grabbing his stuff as he informs you of having to move while it's bright outside. He doesn't have to say how it's your only chance to be moving more safely and not attracting any attention from the undeads. That's unless you bump into them, of course. You know all of that, so it remains unsaid and you're left alone with your thoughts as you grab your own stuff and join them with Xavier still half-asleep walking next to you.
A few minutes later after Yoongi and Cherry are walking ahead and Bruno behind you, Xavier engages you in a conversation, seeming to be fully awake now.
“I hope they're alright.” he murmurs to no one but you.
The side of his face is perfectly shown to you as you see concern crossing his young features. His hair is long, everyone's hair is compared to the first time you saw them. Logically. None of you had the chance to find scissors or even need to get a haircut. The simple thought would almost make you crack a grin if you didn't feel like shit.
Looking ahead of you, you see Yoongi's back as he looks around while walking with a prominent yet attentive frown. His hair is the longest out of all the guys. You remember it was almost reaching his eyes when you first saw him, but now, they reach the back of his neck. Despite all of you being unkempt, paradoxically he looks the best. The hair suits him and you do wonder how he looked before the apocalypse. Was he the type to have a neat haircut? Did he change it often? Your damn curiosity.
“I hope so too.” you tell him softly. He's not a kid, despite Yoongi calling him one. You're not going to feed him with untrue words and give him false hope, when you both know how today's world works. Even he knows that.
“We have,” he starts, taking a breath before starting again. “We've never gotten separated like this before. Yes, we were facing close death too many times but this is the first time we got separated.”
Xavier has always been this sunshine of a boy, almost like he's hoping for the best all the time and ignoring the brutal reality of today's world. That's what was your first impression of him and it continued as you got to know him better. Sure, you haven't really talked or become close friends, but you could've seen a good glimpse of his personality. Innocence is what would radiate off him. He's not stupid or naive though.
Seeing him vulnerable like this, and to know he's saying this to you out of all people, shows you another side of him. More concerned, worried and scared. Maybe that's why he has chosen to talk to you. Not only because he's been walking next to you for the past ten minutes or so, but because he's scared and he needs to get it off his chest. You get that.
“I'm scared too,” you admit. “For them. I really hope they're… okay.” Alive, is what you mean.
Your throat is itchy, something that came to the surface after a few minutes of being awake. The group is determined to get as close to the center as possible, you fully understand that because it's everyone's goal. Probably the only thing you have in common and the only reason why you're still here, with them. However, even as the sun starts to warm up and makes everyone's thin jacket or hoodies be undressed, you leave your thin jacket on and ignore the slight shivering that intensifies with each minute.
“You're a good person, Y/N,” Xavier tells you, shooting you a soft yet pained smile from your conversation. “I don't think any other person would be so considerate of our friends.”
There's no reason for you not to be. They still took you, even with a few complaints from certain people, but you're here.
All you can muster to give him in return is a small smile. A concern washes over his face when he looks at you, the smile dropping. “Are you okay?”
You don't feel okay. You feel worse and worse and each step is more difficult to make. You're short of breath, despite the group not going too fast and the pace is kept normal so all of you can get the furthest without being too exhausted. You still have a long way to go, according to the map you remember seeing and even though you're not quite sure where you're at, you know it's going to take days if not weeks to get to the center.
Your lips feel dry, though drinking water on your sore throat feels like a nightmare at the moment. You're not even sure if you have some water left in your backpack.
“Hyung,” Xavier calls to Yoongi before you can open your mouth, but even that feels difficult. “Can we stop for a moment?”
Yoongi looks over his shoulder at Xavier. “Why?” he questions, sounding slightly worried as he checks the youngest.
“I think Y/N needs to rest for a moment.” His intention is innocent and good, yet you wish he kept his mouth shut because the scoff that makes it out of Cherry's lips echoes in your ears.
“We've been barely walking for thirty minutes, kid.” Yoongi still talks to Xavier, pointing out the obvious as Xavier only nods in understatement, but opens his mouth again.
“I know, but we can surely stop for five minutes?” he asks, sounding hopeful as you keep your eyes on your feet, focusing on the branches underneath them as the uneven ground feels like your worst enemy.
You're getting weaker. It's not like you can't walk at all. But knowing your body, you acknowledge there's something going on, something that's most likely the cause of the rain. And you're mad. Mad at the freaking weather and at anything that had to do with this.
“I'm okay.” you mutter, waving Xavier off and completely missing out on his frown.
“See? She's fine, now let's go.” Cherry sings out.
No one has stopped for a second, even the conversation has been happening while walking.
“We can take a break in thirty minutes. We need to move, Xav.” Yoongi reminds him, urging the group to keep moving.
He's right. Even though you feel like you need a new set of clothes and rest among other things, he is right. You need to move. You can't waste any more time than you already have. They have another reason to get to the center as fast as possible. Their friends.
“But–”
“Didn't you hear?” Cherry snaps, “We need to move. She said she's okay.”
“She doesn't look okay!” Xavier exclaims as Yoongi sighs and rubs his forehead.
“Xav,” Yoongi starts calmly, “We will rest soon, okay? We should get out of these woods first.”
Xavier fumes but keeps his mouth shut, knowing Yoongi's words are final. He gives you an apologetic smile and you try to smile back. You don't even remember if you smiled. All you think about is to move your feet and try to get as far as they can lead you. You ignore all the signs your body gives you, even the shivering that intensifies.
“Aren't you warm? Maybe you should take the jacket off.” Xavier suggests after a while but you wave him off.
“No, I'm–” you yelp, your feet weak as they cause you to stumble and lose your balance.
Someone catches you quickly just as Xavier's hand remains on your forearm, holding you up too. You realize it's Bruno behind you, making sure you don't fall as he gets you to your feet as you thank him, trying to hide the embarrassment. Your yelp caused Yoongi and Cherry to stop in their tracks, watching the whole thing too which only adds to your embarrassment, let alone the silent snicker she lets out.
“You're not okay.” Xavier says, almost like informing the whole group with a little attitude in his voice while Bruno turns you to him.
You're met with his brown eyes again, they travel all over your face and body as he still has a hold on you. He frowns, “You're shivering.”
Now that you're not moving, you realize that he's right. You're shivering even more, not being able to control it any longer. You watch him lift his hand up to your face, checking the temperature on your forehead and cheeks.
“You're burning up.” he informs shockingly.
“Great.” Cherry mutters sarcastically, annoyed that there's another trouble that involves you.
You manage to give her a bad look, though your head spins as Bruno slowly leans you against the tree. “She has a fever.” Bruno states the obvious to Yoongi while Xavier gives everyone I told you so look.
But you miss all the details, barely able to keep your eyes open as you breathe heavily, closing your eyes from the exhaustion.
“How can she have a fever in fucking summer?” Cherry exclaims, slapping her arms at her sides.
You want to talk back so badly, to state the obvious but thankfully, Bruno manages to do so in the most sophisticated and informative way. “Summer nights are not all warm, Cher. Plus they've been sleeping outside for countless nights and then the rain happened. It's normal that she's caught something.”
“What is it?” you ask weakly.
Bruno looks back at you, “I don't know. Maybe cold? Or the flu. In the best case.”
“You've got to be kidding me.” Cherry mutters, rubbing her forehead. You know what she thinks. All of them are fine, lived under the same conditions like you have, yet you're the one being sick. You're the trouble. Always. Her obvious dislike toward you doesn't help either.
“It's not like she chose to get sick.” Xavier states, earning a glare from her too.
“No, but she's always the trouble, don't you guys see? We need to get back to Zoya, Taehyung and my brother. She's slowing us down.”
You can't believe you're having this conversation again. Well, they have. You're so out of it that you can't say anything back, but you're aware of every word that is spoken.
“Harangue won't help us, Cher.” Bruno reminds her as she gasps in disbelief.
“Even if she is sick,” Yoongi finally speaks up, sighing as he glances at you. “We can't stay here. She can't stay here.”
“That's true. It would be for the best if we could find a shelter or something where she could properly rest. It looks like it might be raining tonight too. We shouldn't risk any of us getting sick or her getting worse.” Bruno explains as Yoongi nods.
He doesn't look too happy about this, but he keeps his thoughts away. “Alright. Then let's get out of here and let's find something where we can hide.”
“Yoongi–”
“Cher, it's final.” Yoongi sighs, causing her to do the same as she fumes in silence.
“Are you okay walking on your own?” Bruno asks next to you, watching you in concern as you straighten up.
“Yeah, yeah. Thanks.”
Xavier watches you worriedly along with Bruno, as you're about to take a step. Your legs shake and you feel like an animal at freaking ZOO now that they're watching.
“Come on, get on my back.” Bruno suggests, already turning around so you can hop on, but you shake your hands.
“No, I'm fine. Really.” you tell him weakly, trying to push Xavier's hands as he's approaching too.
“Let them fucking help you, so we can get out of here.” Cherry calls, already a few meters away from you along with Yoongi. They must've noticed you're not following them, so they stopped and saw the entire moment.
“Y/N, you're not helping anyone right now.” Bruno reminds you.
You share a look with him, your features scrunching in discomfort and sadness as he offers you a pained smile. “Let me help you.”
Letting out a shaky breath, you give him a weak nod as he takes off his backpack. “Xav, take this for me please.”
Xavier listens, quickly grabbing Bruno's backpack as he watches the tanned man crouch down in front of you, so you can get on his back. You somehow do, afraid you're going to fall but Bruno quickly grabs you by the back of your thighs. Wrapping your arms over his neck, you suddenly feel a little bit of relief that you're off your feet.
“Let's go.” You hear Yoongi mutter, luckily no words about your state are muttered or said from any of them. It's the only thing that somehow lets your eyes close.
You're not sure how long you've been walking for. Well, they, not exactly you as you stay on Bruno's back, in and out of your conscience. Xavier checks on you every now and then, though you're not sure in what intervals. You always hum in return when he asks if you're fine, eyes still closed. It's until Bruno adjusts you on his back for God knows how many times, that makes Xavier question whether he should help or not.
How else could he help? He's a teenager and not that anyone would disregard his strength and body physics, he certainly wouldn't be able to have your entire weight on his back for a long time.
This causes the group to stop the second time, enough to make your eyes crack open to notice you're still in the woods. It all looks the same. You've no idea whether an hour passed or only a few minutes. Sun shines brightly on top of the sky and you start feeling a little too warm, but you don't care to mention or do anything about it. You just want to close your eyes again.
Bruno groans, finally informing the guys he needs a break. His back is probably hurting from carrying you for who knows how long. An apology is on your tongue but it's interrupted when he gently places you down on the ground. It's the first time the group has a full view on you since you first stopped.
Even Yoongi seems a little shocked to see you so out of it. Him and Bruno share a look. He's silently telling him it's not looking good and this, indeed, will be another bump along the road. While Cherry seems to be annoyed as ever, Xavier watches worriedly in the distance as he sees your head leaned against the tree.
“Great. We're not gonna get out of these woods today.” Cherry complains. In a way you understand her. Today's goal was to get out of here, spending another night here is another risk. You hate that you're ruining it.
“We are,” Yoongi says. “We'll keep moving.”
“Yoongi, I just need–”
“I'll take her.” Yoongi interrupts him before unneeded words have to be said. There's no time to waste and it's starting to annoy him that he has to deal with these conversations where one of them is complaining, while the others bring up the evident issue.
Cherry scoffs, but Yoongi ignores her as he comes up to you with a sigh. He crouches down, enough to see you open your eyes slightly. “Dove? You alive?” he asks, frowning a little as you wet your dry lips slowly.
“Unfortunately for you, yes.” you weakly say, cracking a small smile that makes him let out a chuckle.
He notices your breathing is uneven, skin slightly sweaty as a few tiny strands of hair stick to your forehead and cheeks. With the back of his palm, he touches your cheek before informing Bruno; “She's burning up.”
“We need to get her somewhere safe where she can lay down.” And that's only the beginning, both of them know that.
“Do you want to take this off?” Yoongi asks you, gently tugging onto the end of your thin jacket as you weakly nod.
He helps you take it off as he tosses it to Bruno to take it. He does with no complaints as he tosses it over his shoulder and lets it rest there, while Xavier hands him back his backpack.
Yoongi ushers you to lift up yourself, ignoring the whines of complaints that naturally come out of your exhausted body. He doesn't fuck around and isn't too gentle as he quickly grabs your waist and tucks the other arm under your knees. He lifts you up abruptly, causing you to wrap your arms around his neck quickly.
“Let's go.” he mutters to the group, starting to walk as the rest of them quickly join behind him.
Your eyes close as soon as you know you're able to rest again, most importantly that you know you're safe. And you can't believe you're in Yoongi's arms. You've never thought you would be in this position. The hell, you never even imagined it. You're guessing, Yoongi is not as cold as you thought. However, you're fully aware he's doing this to get everyone out of these freaking woods. You don't see inside his head, but you're sure it's the main reason for him helping you – and Bruno of course, whom you feel very sorry for since he had to carry you for a time that's unsure to you.
The sun shines on your face from time to time, the tall trees and leaves mostly prevent it from happening, though it's enough for you to open your eyes slightly. You're met with Yoongi's face from below, mostly seeing his neck and chin but you can tell he's facing forward, focusing on the way ahead. You've never seen him from this point of view, it's a rare sight. One you're sure you won't be seeing anymore.
You hear a small chattering behind you, mostly recognizing Xavier's and Bruno’s voice. Cherry must be with them, though remains silent for most of the time.
“I'm sorry.” you whisper, clearing your throat which makes you cringe at the sharp pain inside of it.
Yoongi looks down, finding you awake and staring at him while you tighten your arms around his neck. They loosened up after a while, proving how out of it you really are. For a moment, he only stares with his same cold expression you've grown used to. You look terrible, he thinks but doesn't voice out the obvious.
“You're a little trouble, aren't you?” he mutters, the corner of his mouth twitching in mere teasing before he looks up and ahead once again.
No matter what his words were just a second ago, there's no true blame in them. You're not sure what to think of them, but you're glad regardless. Glad that he's not blaming you or complaining when you're in this state. Letting you rest as your eyes close again, your arms lose up around his neck and he adjusts you slightly as his hold on you tightens.
He can feel his back getting sweaty, your hot body warming his isn't helping at all. Even his damp clothes are almost completely dry from the heat of this year's summer. But he has to keep moving and get his group to safety.
“Hyung, look, there!” Xavier exclaims, jolting you out of your sleep.
You blink away the sun as the surroundings become more clear. The group seems to let out a sigh of relief, some of them chuckles as if they couldn't believe their eyes. You're on top of the hill, thanks to which you get a good view of what lies beneath it. Green and almost yellowish grass covers a huge space and in the distance, there's a small building of something. All of you are too far away to fully see what it is, but at least it's something. In the distance, it seems like it's a town or a village but it's further away from the small building.
“Let's not waste time,” Yoongi says, “Be careful everyone.”
Yoongi moves again, your whole body with him as you cringe at your dry throat. Your consciousness is in and out all over again, you can't seem to stay attentive or fully awake for a long time. Your body screams for rest and as much as you're grateful for Yoongi's arms carrying you, you feel like throwing up from all that jolting and moving. Thankfully, time seems to pass quickly when you can barely tell time in your state.
Soon enough, you're not that far away from the building you saw at the hill. “It seems like it's a small house. Or cottage.” Cherry murmurs, approaching the tiny building that slowly comes to the view.
“We have to check it out first. Anyone could be there. It's literally the first house we've seen around here.” Bruno joins, causing Yoongi to hum in agreement.
“Hyung, you should probably stay behind with Y/N, so we can check if it's safe.” Xavier says just as you open your eyes, seeing the small building.
“I don't think it's a house though,” Cherry comments, squinting her eyes. “Is that a gas station? Look, there's a road too!”
“I don't think it is,” Yoongi wonders, “I think it's one of those establishments in the middle of nowhere. Maybe some kind of diner?”
“Could be,” Bruno agrees. “Xav is right. Stay here with Y/N just in case.”
“You can take her, I can go and che–”
“Yoongi,” Bruno stops him. “It's okay.”
The said man sighs in defeat and nods, leaving the three of them to continue to walk toward the building in the distance. Opening your eyes again, you shiver in Yoongi's arms as his gaze drops down on you, noticing you're awake again. He doesn't say anything though, doesn't explain things as he looks in the distance and watches his people approach the building.
“You can put me down.” You would widen your eyes from how scratchy your voice sounds if you weren't feeling like shit. Even Yoongi glances back at you with raised brows.
“Yeah, right.” he scoffs merely.
“Yoongi.” You try to sound stern, yet it comes out weak which only proves his point.
“And see you crawling to that place? I won't be wasting any more time because of you.”
But that's exactly what you're about to do, you want to say. For all you know, they could leave you there so they don't feel bad as they would if they left you in the woods. Truthfully, you're not sure if they would be capable of that. Maybe Cherry would be. If it were up to her, you wouldn't be here with them. You would be dead by now for sure. Either way, knowing them some more, you don't think they would just leave you here. At least not Xavier and Bruno. You're not sure about Yoongi though.
You keep quiet, not in the mood to bark back and at the end of the day, you should be thankful he's still carrying you – has been for hours – because you're not in the state to walk. You would get nowhere in this state. And you're thankful.
Suddenly, Yoongi starts to move and walk toward the building. You haven't noticed the way his friends got out of it and waved him over with relieved and happy grins, silently telling him it's safe. Though, you've felt the way Yoongi's body relaxed for a second. Relief.
“It's completely empty,” Cherry informs Yoongi, holding the door for him as Xavier is already inside. “Looks like it used to be some sort of a coffee shop. There are stairs that lead to the second floor, it's a one room tiny apartment. Looks like the owner was living here too.” She fills him up with information, smelling the coffee beans from one of the jars.
“I would kill for a cup of coffee.” Bruno whines a little when Cherry angles the jar to him to have a sniff.
Of course, the electricity doesn't work anymore. Which you don't need right now but it could come useful when the nighttime falls. Yoongi makes his way upstairs along with Bruno while Xavier and Cherry stay downstairs, checking the place out some more. You hear them chuckling, but it's all distant when you make it upstairs as Bruno brushes past Yoongi to help him open the door. The staircase is quite narrow, only walls accompanying it with no railing whatsoever which makes it tough, especially when you're still in Yoongi's arms.
In the end they manage, stepping over the doorstep.
When they look around, they find the apartment really tiny because it is one room indeed. A small bed right there with a tiny kitchen. There's a wooden nightstand next to the bed and other furniture. The walls are in plain color and despite the dust coats the furniture, this place seems to not be in a bad state at all. They've seen worse for sure. There's only one door and it surely leads to a bathroom.
“Did you check that room too?” Yoongi still asks Bruno just in case.
“Yeah, it's a bathroom.” Bruno answers, confirming his thoughts because what else would be there?
You register Yoongi putting you down onto something soft, enough to make you fully awake as you spot his face in front of you before he straightens up. Bruno sits beside your lying figure, checking your temperature again.
“How are you feeling?”
All you can muster is a raise of your brow which makes him chuckle a little.
“I know, sorry.” he apologizes before turning to Yoongi who's looking around the place while saying in the same spot, turning with his back to you. “She's still burning up, Yoongs. She needs meds.”
“What could it be?”
“I don't know. Anything,” Bruno answers truthfully. You're reminded of his past. He was supposed to be a doctor. Would be if the world hadn't turned shit. “Flu, maybe even inflammation. I'm guessing she needs antibiotics, asap.”
Yoongi rubs his face frustratedly, staring at the ceiling and spotting a few spider webs.
“What am I supposed to do?” Yoongi mutters to Bruno, something that isn't for your ears anyway. You do hear him though.
“I'm just telling you. She can't continue in this shape.” Bruno states the obvious which makes Yoongi scoff because of course he knew that. “We need to break the fever.”
“And how are you planning on doing that?”
“First of all, she needs to stay hydrated and she needs rest. But that won't break the fever. A cold shower would be the best, but I'm sure the water isn't working either. Meds are the only thing that are the most reliable though.”
“Fuck,” Yoongi sighs, leaning his head back.
“Xav, Cher! Bring me my backpack!” Bruno yells, hoping for the two to hear them. You flinch at his sudden loud voice and he silently apologizes.
You hear footsteps until they're upstairs in the room, bringing Bruno his backpack. He starts rummaging through it and hands you an unopened bottle of water.
“Oh look, the princess is sleeping.” Cherry remarks, sounding almost evil when she sees your awful state. Your hair is sweaty and so is your skin. You look like a mess and you don't even need a mirror for that.
Xavier sighs beside her but keeps his mouth shut, probably too tired to argue with Cherry. Bruno gives her an unappreciative look while Yoongi just pinches the bridge of his nose.
“Cher, cut it off.” he mutters under his breath.
“Why?” she teases, “We're stuck here because of her, aren't we?”
“Here we go again.” Xavier whispers, shaking his head as Yoongi glares at her.
“We're quite aware, Cherry. No need to point that out every fucking second.”
Even Yoongi sounds annoyed by Cherry's constant jabs. It definitely doesn't help the situation, not when no solution was made. Bruno gives you an apologetic smile and motions for you to lift up yourself.
You are resting on your shaky elbows as you take the bottle from him. “It's sparkling water. Probably a pure hell for your sore throat, but you need to drink.”
“How do you know I have a sore throat?” you ask. Well, it is quite a common symptom when having a cold or flu, but still, you never mentioned it to him.
“Your voice is scratchy, you try to swallow often to prevent yourself from the pain and you make a painful grimace every time you do it.” he informs you with a teasing smile. He's good. Attentive.
You drink the sparkling water, cringing when it hits your throat but Bruno encourages you to keep drinking. You haven't drank for hours now, you're sure none of you have.
When you're done, leaving only a small amount inside, Bruno sets it on the nightstand and tells you to lay back down to have some rest. Meanwhile Xavier finds a thin blanket in the dark wooden dresser as he covers your body with it.
“There's a town nearby. We saw some buildings from the hill. It's worth trying.”
“Trying for what?” Cherry asks Bruno, narrowing her sharp eyes at him as he sighs.
“To find some medication for Y/N–”
“You can't be serious! I'm not gonna risk my life because of her! We need to get to Johnny, Taehyung, Zoya!”
“You're free to stay here, Cher.” Bruno remarks, causing her to fume as she crosses her arms over her chest like a child. “Besides, we need some food too. I don't know about Yoongi and Y/N, but we're almost out of food and water. We would have to stop by and find something eventually either way. And along the way we can find and bring meds to Y/N. We should have some in our backpacks anyway, this could've happened to any of us. Still can. We need to be prepared.”
“Ben's right,” Yoongi agrees much to Cherry's annoyance. “I'm not happy about this, but we need food.”
“We'll go.” Bruno stands up.
“But we just found each other.” Yoongi protests, knowing someone has to go. “I'll go.”
“What difference does it make?” Bruno questions him.
“I can't let you risk your lives.”
“I can go with Yoongi.” Wasn't she against going at all? “What? He can't go alone.”
“Someone has to stay with Y/N. I think Yoongi should stay.”
“What? Why?” Cherry reacts straight away.
“Because he's the strongest and if only one can stay here with Y/N, it should be him. She's safest with him and Yoongi,” he calls out to Yoongi, who makes the man look at him. “You know it's better to go and look for stuff in a group. Preferably as big as possible, it makes things easier and safer.”
He knows because they've experienced it together. He taught them that.
“Xav can stay behind–but me and Cher could–”
“No, I'm going too. I wanna help.” Xavier butts in, whining a little in the process.
“There's no need for more people to stay here. It looks safe here but you never know.” Bruno talks straight to Yoongi who seems to be in thought. In the end, he makes a weak nod.
“I don't like this,” He makes sure his group knows it. “I don't want you guys to risk lives with me being stuck here.”
“So come with us.” Cherry makes it sound so easy, too easy that it makes Bruno scoff under his breath at her ignorance toward you. “Since when do you care for her?”
“I don't,” Yoongi snaps, growing tired of Cherry's behavior as he makes it known by giving her a sharp look. “But someone has to stay here with her. And I won't let one of you stay here. What if another group comes here and threatens you? What if they hurt one of you? What if they kill you?”
“Risks are everywhere, Yoongi and you know that. Whether someone stays here or goes to the town, any of us can get killed.”
That's no news.
“Cherry, I get your point but didn't you hear everything I said before?” Bruno deadpans which leaves Xavier to snort under his breath. That earns him a glare from her but he innocently shrugs while Yoongi rolls his eyes.
“Fine. But I'm only doing this so we can get the food and what we need.”
“Yes, we gathered that. We're aware.” Xavier mutters which earns him another glare.
“When are we leaving?”
“Now,” Bruno runs fingers through his hair as he sighs. “We should leave now while it's bright. Preferably find the closest store and come back. If we don't make it till the nighttime, we should find somewhere to stay and wait until the morning. Then we come back.”
“What about Y/N? Is she gonna make it without meds?” Xavier voices out his concern as the group looks at you, a shaky breath leaving past your dry lips as you clutch onto the blanket.
“She's gonna have to.” Bruno says softly under his breath. “Don't worry, kid. She's not dying.” he assures him as he passes him, gently squeezing his shoulder as he sighs.
“Alright, let's go.” Cherry prompts, checking the knives in one of her boots and pants.
“Be careful, guys.” Yoongi tells them, following them down the stairs.
“It seems like the door can be locked. Lock yourselves, Yoongi. If it's us, we're gonna knock.” Bruno tells him.
Yoongi only nods, staring at Xavier. “Be careful, kid.”
“Hyung,” Xavier whines.
“Alright, alright,” The man chuckles. “Stay alive.”
“Of course.” he assures him.
“Yoongs,” Bruno catches Yoongi's attention again. “Y/N. I don't know about the water, but if it's working–you need to break her fever at least that way.”
“Why didn't we do that? We should help her.” Bruno hears Xavier behind him as Cherry snorts loudly.
“Are you offering?” she teases him, which makes the youngest frown at her.
“If it's needed then yes.”
“One look at bare tits and you're gonna pop up boner,” she continues to tease him as Xavier clenches his jaw. “Besides, you're going with us.”
“Stop provoking him, Cherry,” Yoongi mutters, “Okay, I'll see what I can do.” he says to Bruno who nods.
“We'll be back. Don't worry.” he assures him, giving him a hug as the two men slap each other's backs.
Xavier goes to hug his hyung too, the hug lingering for a moment longer as Xavier shoots him a confident grin. He's always been confident, not showing his fears. It's evident Yoongi is scared for Xavier's life. He saved him and he's just a kid. He has learned to fight thanks to him, spent hours teaching him how to fight and kill undeads. All he can manage is to give him a weak smile back.
Cherry comes up to Yoongi with a little smirk, looking confident in a different way as her red hair is up in a high ponytail. She doesn't hug him like the rest, though she rests her lips against his cheek as she pulls away with a smirk.
They share a look before Yoongi looks at all of them. “Be safe.”
“You too.”
And just like that, they're out of the door. Yoongi locks the door, making his way upstairs where he finds you in the same position. He goes to check the bathroom, finding it small as fuck but it's not like he expected it to be the other way. This whole building is tiny and he wonders if this establishment was doing good, considering it's almost in the middle of nowhere and looks very… modest.
He turns a tap on, a weird sound resounding in the small room until shockingly, water starts to drip down. It's cold, but it's water. He's close to chuckling in disbelief. This place has to have its own water system. He thought that could be the case, considering it's not really a part of town but anything is possible.
He turns off the water, going back to the room. You weakly open your eyes and turn your head to look at him when you hear the sound of his boots squeaking against the wooden floor. You look around, trying to see the others just to find an empty room.
“It's just the two of us again, dove.” Yoongi informs you. “Care for a shower?” he smirks.
“No.”
Protesting weakly as soon as Yoongi tries to make you stand, he ignores your complaints as he finally hoists you up. Arm around your wait, he holds you to his side.
“Yes. Bruno said to break your fever.”
He only informed you of the others whereabouts. You'd laugh at the universe for leaving you with Yoongi again. He seems to ignore your constant protests and complains as he gets you to a tiny bathroom you've never seen before.
“The water works, I don't know for how long, so you need to be quick.”
There's a bathtub that looks kind of high, you're not sure you'll be able to get inside on your own and seeing Yoongi, you start to protest even more.
“Listen dove,” he holds you when you stumble, causing you to stare at him perplexed. “I'd rather do other things than getting you into a shower. You have a fever that needs to be broken, you're all sweaty and you stink.”
You glare at him but he doesn't seem to care about any of that.
“I'll leave you to it if you manage on your own,” You both doubt you would. “Or I'll keep my eyes closed. Trust me, I'm not too keen on seeing you naked.”
You're anything but attractive right now, you're aware of it. Amongst the other issues you're facing on a daily basis, you're also sick and looking like shit.
“It's going to help you.” he says in the end, making sure you stare into his eyes as nothing but honesty – and maybe a little annoyance – seeps through them. “But fine. Do what you want.” he says, his hands no longer touching you as he gets them off as if you just burned him.
You stumble, catching yourself on the white ceramic sink as he walks away. He even shuts the door. Cursing is on the tip of your tongue but the sickness you're experiencing blocks it. You're close to crying. From frustration and because of how bad you feel. Your headache is so strong that you feel like dying. Maybe that's a bit dramatic, but it definitely feels like it. You haven't eaten anything in the last twenty-four hours and yet your stomach feels like it can't get anything inside it, or else you're going to puke.
You start undressing yourself, giving a glance to the towel Yoongi has found in the drawers. It's for the better that you don't think how long it's been in that drawer and how many mites it might have. With the universe's help, you somehow manage to undress yourself to full nudity and get yourself to the bathtub. You turn on the water just as you sit down, whimpering when the freezing water touches your skin.
You notice a small and used bar of soap at the edge of the bathtub, but you don't reach for it and clean yourself like you would if you were healthy. You feel like fainting and the freezing water hitting your hot skin makes you shiver. Everything downs on you and before you know it, your tears slide down your cheeks and get mixed with the water.
“You okay in there?” Yoongi asks through the door.
You're not sure what you yell in return, or what you try to yell with your weak voice. Reaching for the soap and almost gagging at the single hair stuck on it, you get it off before you start cleaning yourself. Not even the freshness makes you feel better. And when you try to get onto your legs to clean them too, you slip and catch yourself just in time. But not in time to prevent the awkward squeak your feet make and the yelp that leaves your mouth.
The door is pushed open before you can cover yourself. “I'm not looking.” Yoongi informs you right away with a palm covering his eyes.
“I'm okay.” you assure him quietly, turning off the water once the soap is off your body.
You're shivering, asking Yoongi to hand you the towel as your arms are doing a poor job to hide your boobs and naked pussy. Thankfully, Yoongi has kept his promise and he's not indeed looking. He hands you the towel where he thinks you'll reach. You do, thanking him and immediately hugging the material around you, completely forgetting about mites or even the smell. You don't smell anything, so you guess the towel was really clean. It might miss the freshness of a fabric softener, but it's better than if it stunk.
“I'm–decent.” you tell him, watching him slowly take his hand off.
He watches you standing in the bathtub, shivering as a scared puppy. “You need help to get out of there?”
Your head continues to throb and your body grows weaker, you can feel it and that's why you nod, followed by a soft; “Please.”
You bite back any surprised squeal when he wraps his arm around your waist, while the other goes under your knees just like before. He hoists you into his arms in one swift movement, holding you a bridal style as he gets you out of the tiny bathroom. He sets you onto the bed, smirking when he sees you clutching the towel to your body.
“Get under the blanket,” he says, “I'm gonna take a shower too.”
He brushes his hand through his thick and long hair to get it off his face, showing you his sharp jawline for a split second as he turns around and goes to take a quick shower. You listen to him, getting under the blanket as you keep shivering, clutching the cheap material. You close your eyes, listening to water dripping down until it stops and Yoongi comes out in a pair of boxers. Wait–what?!
He tosses his clothes to the side, rummaging through the drawers in a curiosity and maybe a hope to find something.
You suddenly get a flashback of the time back at the lake, where all you saw was Yoongi's exposed back. But now, the man is practically naked in front of you and he seems completely unfazed. He hasn't even checked if you're awake or looking!
You sound like a pervert, but you catch the toned stomach of his and board shoulders. He looks more lean now than underneath all those clothes. Mentally shaking your head at yourself, you close your eyes again and keep them like that until you hear him groan as he shuts the drawer.
Yoongi finds you staring, “What?”
He fully turns around, showing you his toned stomach again along with his fully naked and clean chest. It's not only his lack of clothing that catches your attention, but it's the happy little trail that slowly disappears under his black boxers. And fuck! There's an evident softened bulge inside his underwear and you have a hard time believing that thing is soft. Your shock must've been evident because Yoongi makes a noise, something that's very close to amusement. He's smirking when you quickly look him in the eyes.
“Never seen a topless man?”
You clear your throat, swallowing the hurtful lump as you find yourself saying; “You're more than a topless man.”
“You've never seen more than a topless man then?”
He's so annoying. Despite your state, he's enjoying the silence and has the audacity to laugh at this bizarre conversation. You're not in the mood for him to make fun of you. Besides, you are quite embarrassed to be caught ogling him. You're sick for fuck sake!. Sick, but not blind, your conscience whispers.
“Are you planning to stay naked?”
He chuckles, close to asking Is this naked? But he doesn't. “Says the woman who's wearing only her towel underneath all that.”
“I'm sick. What's your excuse?”
He lifts the corner of his lips, “I don't need an excuse. But if you must know, it's freaking hot in here and my clothes are dirty as fuck.”
Now that he thinks about it, he could wash his clothes with the soap he used in the bathroom. At least it's something. It might not make it completely clean but at least it can get rid of something and the smell. They stink of soil and dirt.
“I'm going downstairs to check things.”
That makes your head lift up and Yoongi is met with concern all over your face.
“Relax. The door is locked and we're alone here.”
That seems to make you relax as you give him a soft nod. Not that Yoongi cares as he puts his pants on along with his boots. He remains topless, not forgetting to grab his gun and knife too just in case before he makes it downstairs.
You continue to shiver, left alone as the silence slowly lulls you to another useless sleep.
Yoongi's neck is crooked backwards as he sits on an old stool with eyes fully closed and mouth agape. His hair naturally follows the direction of his leaned head, the position making even you cringe from the evident discomfort. You barely remember anything since you fell asleep, the towel still wrapped around your body though more messily, and Yoongi going downstairs is the pinpoint memory you vividly remember.
You're not aware of how many times you've gently opened your eyes and then closed them right after. The room swallowed in a complete darkness as the night casted upon the sky, while the others haven't come back. The sickness is not any better, your throat seems and feels like a death amongst the still ongoing fever. At least you've managed to get some sleep during the night.
Looking at the leader, it can't be said the same thing for him. Despite his obvious good health and condition, he's surely about to wake up with a massive muscle ache.
Sitting up, you adjust the towel around your body before you clutch it to your clean skin. The blanket follows and you almost hide all traces of your exposed skin. The air is hot and dust can be seen flying in the air as the sun shines through the small, dusty window. Yoongi's wearing his clothes, his shirt too. You wonder why since he talked about its dirtiness yesterday. That much you can remember.
Your nose tickles and just as you rub it, a loud sneeze rips out of your throat and fills the silent room. Yoongi's sleep is interrupted and his neck cracks how fast he moves, a painful grimace scrunching his entire face as his hand rubs the back of his neck. But still, he looks alarmed as he looks around just to find you across the room, staring at him with apologetic eyes.
“Fucking hell, dove.” he curses under his breath, resting his elbow on his knee as the arms stay rested between his legs, while the other goes to rub his neck again.
“Sorry.”
Your apology is ignored but you don't take it to heart. He seems already uncomfortable as he is, which would explain his lack of response. Or maybe he just wants to ignore you. It's Yoongi after all.
Looking around, you find the bottle that Ben gave you completely empty. You've drank from it during the night but you were so out of it that you don't remember any of it.
Yoongi stands up, stretches his arms before looking out of the window. He watches the view for a while until he gives up and turns around with a sight. No sight of others. He needs to keep a cool head. You're clueless about him finding a jar of, possibly good coffee because it surely couldn't run bad after a few months, and mixed it with his last remaining water. It's the only thing that got him through the night. But even in the end, his body gave up and he fell asleep. On a fucking stool that has made his neck and back feel like on fire.
“We've had a few protein and chocolate bars in our backpacks. I gathered all of them,” he says without looking at you, pointing at the top of the dresser. “I don't know when the others are coming back,” he stops for a second, “But this is all we have. You should eat something.”
He hopes they will come back. It's the main priority at the moment. But he also fucking hopes they'll bring more food. A few sweetened bars won't guarantee anyone's daily intake of nutritions. He's starting to get thin. All of you do. His muscles are slowly gone and he can barely do push-ups like he used to, because there's nothing much to do if you're not trying to search for more food or shelter or killing undeads. If he's going to put energy into working out and making himself stronger physically, he also needs to eat more. Which he had to stop doing because then he would end up even more hungry than usual.
The apocalypse affects every single thing. Nothing is normal anymore. This is the new normal.
He walks up to a dresser and opens one of the protein bars, slowly munching on it to savor the taste. Sitting on the bed, you lean your back against the wall and watch him until he grabs one of the other bars and tosses it into your lap. “Eat.”
Arching your brow at the demanding tone, you pull your hands under the blanket and slowly start unwrapping the vanilla flavored protein bar. God, you've eaten so many of those. You don't know what real food tastes like anymore.
“Are you still having a fever?” he asks, resting his elbow against the dresser as he leans against the piece of furniture.
You shrug your shoulders which makes him roll his eyes. After he's done eating, he walks up to you with confident and sharp steps before he's pressing his palm against your forehead. It causes your head to bump against the wall because you didn't expect him to approach you like this, let alone to touch you and be so careless about it.
He ignores your groan just like your glare, looking ahead as he hums. “You still have one.”
That explains the headache and everything that comes with it.
“What are we going to do?” you ask quietly, your throat feeling like there are thousands of razors inside it.
Yoongi sighs, straightening as he tosses the empty wrap to the floor. “Wait.”
There's nothing much you two can do. Especially you in your state. You stay in the bed, curled up while you contemplate whether you want to throw up the only food you've got in your stomach or not. You're even weaker than in the morning, even moving your legs a tiny bit hurts like hell. Your whole body aches. Are you dying? So desperate and helpless that you've asked yourself this question too many times.
That's until there's a knock on the door downstairs. Yoongi springs out of the stool, the stairs creaking under his heavy black boots until you hear chattering. You're sure there's a laughter of joy and triumph. Or maybe you're already hallucinating. It surely feels like it.
One moment you hear them and the next, there's Ben hovering over the bed. His mouth opens but you can barely tell what he's saying.
“This is not looking well,” Bruno comments, just as Cherry informs Yoongi about their quick journey. “Look what I got for you.” He sounds happy and you want to smile, but it seems like the hardest task.
“What…” you whisper, “What is it?”
“Your key to being healthy again.”
While Bruno helps you to swallow some pills, you're close to vomit them but he practically has his palm over your mouth, forcing you to swallow them down. You know it's only for your good. The meds he's trying to get to you is your only solution like he said. You can't waste them.
“I know, I know.” he says, looking away apologetically as you whine but force yourself to swallow them with water in your mouth.
“We've found only a little of these,” Cherry fills up Yoongi as she and Xavier empty their backpacks.
Yoongi is met with a few cans of beans, old crackers and… lollipops? There are a few cans of coke and flavored soda. But it's not much. It will have to do.
“But,” Cherry starts. “We saw another store across the building. It was surrounded by dozens of undeads, we wanted to go there but we already had our stuff and well…”
“Bruno said we need to hurry to take the meds to Y/N. The space around the store was surrounded by undeads anyway… we had to act quickly. But hyung–”
“We can go back.” Bruno finishes.
The room is silent, minus your heavy breathing coming from across the door while the leader looks at each of them. “No.”
“Yoongi–”
“No. You said the store is surrounded by undeads.”
“We can take them.” Xavier sounds sure.
“Yeah, sure. We're not gonna risk that.” The leader disagrees and leaves the youngest frowning.
“We can take them, Yoongi. The store seemed to be untouched.”
“And what if there are undeads inside? You don't know what's hiding behind those walls and a door. Anything could be there.” Yoongi's voice is stern, not liking this idea even if he knows what they've brought is not going to last long. Eventually, they would have to stop and search for more again.
And maybe they won't be lucky enough next time to find an abandoned small town with only a few undeads there. He knows this is a good opportunity. He can't risk them going again.
“We mapped out the streets and the way there. We know exactly how to get there.” Cherry sounds persistent, pushing the leader knowing this is what they should do. Even Yoongi knows it. But sometimes even he needs a little push.
He is the brain of everything. He often chooses to think with his head rather than a heart. But with losing Zoya, Taehyung and Johnny, this doesn't feel good. It never does.
“Yoongi, she has the meds. She's gonna feel better soon. Meanwhile she needs her rest and for the meds to work, we can grab more food and gain more strength. I know we're rushing to the center, but you said it yourself, we need a break. This is a good shelter for now, we can't stay here for long but long enough for us to bring more food, eat and then continue on our journey.”
Yoongi walks away, making his way to the window as he leans against the frame. Palms over the dark wood and head hung low, he groans before straightening. “When do you want to leave?”
“As soon as possible.” Bruno answers.
“We got to eat something in the store. We spent the night there just like we told you.”
It's only now that you notice the traces of blood on their clothes.
“I also found this.” Cherry says, pulling something out of her backpack.
Yoongi's met with toothbrushes, a hairbrush, hair ties and… razors?
“What? They're essentials!” she exclaims once she sees Yoongi's raised brow. Bruno and Xavier laughs and the moment between the group doesn't suddenly seem to be so serious.
She stops just as she's about to brush past Yoongi, her plump lips stretching to a confident smile as her finger traces his bottom lip. “You could use shaving.”
Xavier gags in the distance as Yoongi simply watches Cherry to back off with a smirk. She grabs something off the table and just as Bruno starts talking to Yoongi about their next plan, none of them pay her attention.
You watch her approaching the bed where you're lying, an amused smirk on her face. It's as if she's enjoying how awful you look. And your suffering.
But then she does something surprising, crouches beside the bed as she tosses the new toothbrush and a man's razor next to you. “You could surely use some of this too.”
You gulp, shock evident on your face. “Thank you.”
“This is heaven for women these days.” And she's not wrong.
She seems to be in a good mood, standing up and no longer paying you any attention as she joins the rest of the group. While the meds start to kick in and slowly lull you back to sleep, the last thing you hear is.
“Handsome, you said the water is working, right? Fuck, I need a shower.”
The three of them leave the first thing in the morning. There are no hugs and emotional goodbyes because all of them hope they'll see each other again. Xavier's shoulder is squeezed by Yoongi as the youngest gives him an encouraging smile.
Minutes before sunrise, Bruno went to your room and informed you about the meds dosage. Just to be sure, he also informed Yoongi who frowned the entire time, unmistakably found it bothersome that he's once again left behind to take care of you.
“Don't worry, you'll feel better each day when taking the meds.” It was the last sentence Bruno told you before he went downstairs, ready to join the group on their next journey.
Once they leave the air is… dry and empty. Yoongi busies himself by wandering around the house. Maybe he doesn't want to be in your presence as you keep sleeping throughout the entire day.
He still grumbles in the evening, shaking you awake to take your meds. You would've forgotten if it weren't for him. Though you don't say it out loud, you both know it.
Two days have passed and none of them have returned. It's affecting Yoongi and though he barely speaks, you see his nerves are on the edge. You also feel better. Bruno was right.
Your energy is back – at least some amount is. Bed is abandoned during the day and you keep yourself awake. There's nothing much to do though. Yoongi has been taking walks around the building. It clears his mind and keeps him occupied.
Something you get inspired to do too as the fresh air fills your lungs. While Yoongi stands outside, leaning against the building as his sharp eyes watch you, you do mindless circles around the entire building. There's zero communication. Not until you decide to break it in the middle of the day.
“Teach me how to fight again.”
Yoongi looks in your direction, no particular expression decorating his face until he lets out a mere scoff.
“What?” you question with an attitude. “You wanted me to get better at it.”
“In order for you to get better at something, you actually have to know how to do it.”
Pressing your lips together, irritation stings in your chest as you glare the hell out of him. “What's there to do anyway?”
For the past two days, you've been feeling well. Well enough to do some activity rather than do a mindless walk, constantly looking over your shoulder to make sure there is no threat. And you're not only feeling well because you've showered and used the razor Cherry so kindly gave you. Maybe she's not your number one fan – which can't be said about you when it comes to her – but you felt like dropping to your knees for her the moment you used it. You felt like a human again. For a moment, you felt more comfortable and clean in your own body, acting as if you're in your bathroom back home and doing your nightly routine.
Even when the water was freezing and you were shivering the entire time.
You're sitting on the bed, staring at Yoongi from across the room as his typical frowning expression stares right back at you.
“You're still on meds.” he points out the obvious.
Your reaction comes automatically. “Aw, are you worried about me?”
“Get up.” he spits out.
You don't give him the satisfaction of seeing you flinch, settling on a pleased smile instead.
This time, Yoongi settles onto not using knives but besides that, it's pretty much similar to the first time he tried to teach you how to fight. Your body is stronger, still not strong enough but you try your best to show off your skills. A lack of them but you're still trying. That counts, right?
Yoongi wins every single time. Not that's much of a surprise. Again, he reminds you of your advantages against the undeads.
“It's better for you to learn how to fight humans too. You don't know who you might come into contact with.”
The raw truth rings in your ears throughout the entire session – or whatever you would call it. Yoongi is rough, his voice cold but continues to give you key points.
“You're weak.” he says sternly, motioning that you would be killed by now because of your wrong move.
“At least I'm trying, no?” you question, swallowing down the irritation from his coldness.
You continue, trying to surprise him with a quick attack but before you can even get close to him, Yoongi wraps his hand around your wrist and pulls you to him. His other hand motions to your neck where he could easily stab you.
“You're fucking weak.”
You're not sure if he means it currently or overall. Though compliments are surely not expected from the tough man, the words sting. Your face fails you and you frown, making sure he sees the glare you're shooting in his direction. He's nowhere near tired like you, leaving only you panting as his hold on your wrist doesn't leave.
Being in this position makes you realize how close you're to him. The faint stable that was there just a few days ago is gone. He smells like the cheap soap that's left in the bathroom. There's a tiny mole on his cheek, once you've failed to notice before. Realizing you're studying his features up close, you swallow and quickly look at him, hoping he hasn't seen it. But he has. His eyes are set on you, a slow frown making it on his face again before he pushes you off him.
You stumble, stabilizing yourself just at the right time as you glare at him. He ignores it, huffing as he sits under the window, leaning against the old wall.
Caressing your wrist, you sigh at the silence again as he seems to give up. You don't push him to continue though. You're starting to feel in your body that excessive exercise is taking its toll on you.
Before you talk yourself out of it, you make your way toward him and sit just beside him. You ignore the side-eye he gives you as you wipe the dust off your pants. Sighing, you lean your head against the hard wall.
“How did you learn how to fight?” you ask.
“Experience.” he answers dryly, no longer looking at you.
You scoff. “Wow, shocking.” you mutter.
“We're not friends.” he reminds you.
“I'm not trying to be your friend,” Don't flatter yourself, you think. “I'm just trying to be friendly.”
“Don't be friendly then. I don't need you to be friendly.”
What an asshole!
“We're stuck here alone, not communicating. I don't know about you, but the silence is driving me crazy. Not to mention it's not healthy.”
“I'm fine.”
You huff out loud, shaking your head at him. Dropping gaze down to your nails – nails you're biting because there's nothing you could cut them with – you play with them. You were never a girl to have a perfect manicure but damn… the sight of your nails pains you.
You glance at Yoongi, seeing his head leaned with his eyes closed. One leg outstretched while the other is folded where he lets his elbow rest. You watch his veiny hands, quickly looking away before you could get caught by Yoongi's dark and sharp eyes. Busted is what you don't want to be at the moment. Certainly not by the devil himself.
But being here alone, stuck with Yoongi more times than you were with others, makes you miss the social part of life. Sure, things are different now. But even with a human like Yoongi, you miss having a normal conversation.
“When the virus spread and no one knew what it really was, I was jobless and in a city where I knew no one. I felt so lost, many people lost their jobs because of the virus, me included. That was a really dark time for anyone. But when I saw the news, people turned into these monsters… I never thought it could get darker than that.”
“I don't care.” Yoongi grumbles.
Pressing your lips together, you gather yourself before taking a breath. “And then people in my building started turning into undeads. I heard the growls and screams through the walls… It was the most terrific sound I've ever heard.”
Yoongi says he doesn't care, but he still sits on the same spot and doesn't move an inch.
“Anyway, as you know and could tell… I didn't have the courage to open the door. I don't think I would if I wasn't out of food.”
Giving him yet another glance, you find his eyes open as he rubs his point finger and thumb together to maybe distract himself.
“You would run out of food at some point.” he comments under his breath.
Hiding the tiny smirk, you nod in agreement. “Yeah. But I hoped I would withstand it for a little bit longer than that.”
He snickers, “You're lucky to be alive.”
And that you know.
“What… What was your first experience with undead?”
Yoongi stays silent, not that's a shock either. Just when you think he's not going to respond and damage your ego like he's been doing ever since you met him, he licks his lips and stops his fingers from rubbing.
“It was actually a couple of them.”
“Oh.”
He sighs, “I was at the police station. We had a training field behind the building. The station was connected with a training center and I was just about to train some kids.”
You only hum.
“The outside field was fenced,” He closes his eyes gently again, as if he's visualizing the memory. “I was in the middle of training when I heard growls, people screaming and a lot of blood. Everyone panicked and started running. Some of the undeads were trying to get to us, but the fence held them off. I…” he sighs.
“I tried to get their attention so the rest of us could escape. I've managed to escape too, but before I could return to the police station, undeads my–my coworkers were coming out of there. They were bitten, some of them screaming for help.”
Your experience is different. While you were in the safety of your home, Yoongi was out there, seeing it for the first time with his own eyes. What you've seen on television, reporters yelling for people to find a shelter or stay home while they could.
That was the last time television was still going.
“You were an officer?”
You don't know why you sound so surprised. Now that you think about it, it shouldn't be so surprising at all. But knowing him like this… you've never thought Yoongi before this was a police officer.
“Surprised?” he chuckles.
“No,” you answer automatically, shaking your head. “I mean… I was just a second ago but… it makes sense?” you question.
Yoongi looks at you, eyes telling you to elaborate without even saying anything. You already know that look.
“Well… you're the leader. You're brave, know how to fight, you own a gun–”
“Anyone can own a gun now.”
You frown as you ignore him. “You also weigh the consequences, you're the most logical out of everyone, you consider other alternatives before making a proper decision. And… you've got this dominance inside you which I guess naturally makes people follow you. Among other things.”
Yoongi looks at you, head leaned as a lazy smirk makes it on his lips as he cocks a brow at you.
“You're still an idiot though.” you shrug, a silent snicker escaping his mouth.
“This idiot has saved your life… a couple of times.”
“As you never fail to remind me.” you react right away. “Either way… aren't most officers assholes?”
“What were you doing as a job?”
“Worked at a daycare.”
“You shouldn't be judging anyone then.”
“Hey!” you exclaim, offended but your lips twitch when you notice Yoongi's faint smirk.
“I never wanted to be an officer, actually.”
“No?” you don't feign shock. “So why were you?”
“My dad was one too. He wanted me to follow his path. Not because of some selfish reasons of his own, but because I was always interested in his work. We trained together. He used to bring me to the shooting range, mom wasn't happy about it.”
“As she shouldn't.”
Yoongi just glares, making you shut your mouth.
This is rare. Yoongi talking. Let alone about his personal life which makes you listen to him attentively.
“As a kid I wanted to be like him. But as I was growing, I didn't exactly know what I wanted to do. Before I knew it I was in a police academy. Done my military service as soon as possible. I don't know… when I got the job, it felt like it was meant for me to do. I suddenly felt like the little kid whose dream just came true.”
“That's cute.”
He glares again.
“Doesn't matter anymore,” he mutters, getting to his feet. “None of it.”
And he walks away, leaving you all alone on the dusty floor with thoughts running wild.
When the nighttime falls and Yoongi is forced to come back, you're already lying in the bed fully awake. You haven't been nearly as productive as Yoongi today. After the awfully personal conversation (though it could be considered as a casual conversation between two people stuck in an apocalypse) you've caught him running laps around the building. Perhaps he's upset with himself for opening up to you. You're not his favorite person – he's not yours either. But you don't mind sharing a part of your life before all of this with him. Maybe it's because you secretly crave understanding and empathy. Something that might never come when it comes to Yoongi. Not with you anyway.
The floor creaks beneath his bulky boots, surely worn out like any article of clothing both of you currently wear. He doesn't make any sound, though you doubt it's because of his previously mentioned (and impossible) empathy of you possibly sleeping. Regardless, he's quiet as he sits down on the chair where he has been falling asleep since you arrived here, preparing for tonight's sleep.
Yoongi might lack empathy when it comes to you, but you surely can't shake the annoying feeling of it at the thought of him sleeping there another night. You could switch with him. But the thought of trying to sleep on that freaking chair already makes your body ache. You've been feeling better and maybe you could sacrifice yourself tonight.
Now that you think of it – maybe he's empathic after all. He's been letting you sleep in a bed – even though you've been sick and unable to even sit – but still. He has chosen to sleep on the chair and you mentally gasp at the whole realization. You're stupid for not thinking of it earlier.
You turn to the right side, seeing a perfect view of his shadow and the shape of his body. The blanket and pillow rustles by the movement and you lick your lips to prepare yourself.
Why are you suddenly so… nervous?
Your heart's beating too fast.
Yoongi's possible reaction might be the cause of it.
“Yoongi?”
A beat of silence before…
“Hm?”
He sounds both annoyed and tired. You don't see him but you could easily imagine his eyes closed, barely paying you any attention. The second part you don't have to imagine at all.
You fumble with your fingers, pinching your forefinger in the end. “You should sleep in this bed.”
If your suggestion catches him off guard, you wouldn't know because of the following silence.
“I mean… It's big enough for the two of us. I'll just scooch to the side. The chair is surely uncomfortable.”
Why is this so awkward? Your whole face is heating up.
Not knowing what Yoongi's expression is right now makes it worse. Or possibly better. You don't know what's worse! And the silence is killing you.
“You want us to share a bed?”
You can't pinpoint the tone he asks with. Did he just deadpan? Did he just ask it with a subtle sarcastic tone? Or was it just a simple question?
“Or we could just switch. I'll take the chair.” You sit up as you quickly add, mentally calling yourself for stupid to even consider you two sharing a bed. It's not like you want to! You were just trying to be nice and considerate.
You've noticed the lack of sleep on his face. Not mentioning the visible dark bags under his eyes. He's not your favorite person in this world – even in the middle of the zombie apocalypse – but you're not an asshole.
“You wouldn't be able to sleep here for five minutes.” Yoongi chuckles mockingly.
That could be the truth but you're more than willing to prove him wrong. Even if you wouldn't be able to fall into a deep slumber. Or any at this point.
“Doesn't matter,” you mutter, sighing in annoyance. “Are you taking the bed or not?” you ask dryly, not amused as he stands up.
Taking the hint, you mentally sigh again as you take the blanket to get it off your warm body. The temperature in this room is warm, almost hot, that's why you shed the pants before Yoongi came here and stayed in your underwear only. Luckily, there's no light here and maybe Yoongi could tell by the shadows, you don't mind that much. You'll just have to get dressed because there's no way you will try to fall asleep on a single chair with nothing on you. Even in this heat, not having a blanket sounds awful.
You're not sure how Yoongi has slept there for more than one night.
“Lay down,” Yoongi stops you from getting out of bed, at least his voice does as he grumbles those two words at you. “Don't make this any more awkward.”
You scoff in disbelief, laying back down with your side pressed to the cold wall. “I'm not making anything awkward!” you exclaim.
“Sure.” he mutters quietly, getting to the bed but not before you dryly gulp at the outline of his figure as he takes off some of his clothes. You see him tugging his shirt over his head, followed by his pants and boots as they clack against the floor.
Then the stiff mattress dips under his weight. While your mind is trying to process that you and him are in the same bed, a small single bed, Yoongi tugs onto the blanket you've had safely wrapped around your body. You click your tongue, a sound of annoyance comes from you but as always, Yoongi successfully ignores it and covers some parts of his body.
You're more wide awake than before. The heat radiates off his body, letting you know just as close he is. The scent of cheap soap sticks to his skin just as it does to yours, but surprisingly you find it more pleasing. Shaking yourself out of the moment of stupidity, you turn around rather quickly and face the wall. In the midst of it, your ass brushes against Yoongi's stomach and you suck in breath, shutting your eyes tightly.
You acknowledge how warm your body starts to feel like and it's definitely not because of the summer's heat. It's been a long time since you've shared a bed with someone, let alone a man. So long that you can't remember when was the last time.
Despite the obvious dislike and never-ending tension, you don't find it uncomfortable in the slightest to be sharing the small bed with him. To some extent, you hate yourself for actually craving his proximity.
What? Where did that come from?
Maybe it's the loneliness not only you, but the rest of civilization that has survived experiences. It feels nice to just lay beside someone. You've never been one to fully understand astrology, or being aware of all signs of love languages. Until one day you came across one article where the topic of love language has been discussed. You took a test. Turns out your love language is physical touch. Which makes perfect sense.
You should've known it way before taking some random internet test.
You've always loved to hug and be hugged. Or even touched affectionately.
Thinking of it now, you miss it dearly.
You've got no one. You're a lonely wolf despite being in a group of people of all kinds. Now specifically with Yoongi only, but you're still lonely for obvious reasons.
Engrossed in your lonely thoughts, you would've thought Yoongi is already asleep. Turns out he's not, because he's the one clicking his tongue in annoyance once you shift on your spot without realizing.
“Can you stop?” he mutters in frustration.
An apology is on the tip of your tongue but you change your mind, keeping your mouth shut instead. What you do is try to find the right position once again, keeping any physical contact minimum.
“Fucking hell.”
“I'm trying to find the right position!” you whisper harshly, not even sure why because it's not like there's anyone in the building. If you wanted to scream or throw furniture around, you could. Not sure why throwing furniture around came to your mind. But well… you never know with both of you.
“What are you? A puppy?” he asks mockingly.
You throw a glare at him over your shoulder, trying to elbow him in the stomach. It happens quickly and you don't think of any consequences. You should've taken your proximity into account – you definitely should have – but it's too late when your ass brushes against Yoongi's abdomen and evident soft bulge that's resting in his underwear.
Yoongi groans, hand flying to your hip to hold you away at the unexpected contact. A sound of shock and embarrassment leaves your mouth as you quickly turn around, doing the same damage as Yoongi's hand on your hip tightens.
“I'm sorry!” you shriek, voice muffled by the pillow as you glue yourself to the wall.
“Stop fucking moving around.” Yoongi grits, causing you to gasp in offense.
Hand sliding off your waist, you recognize the underlying feeling of disappointment when that happens. You mentally gasp. What the hell! You blame it on hormones. And the fact it's been too freaking long since you were this physically close to someone. Not only in the same bed but a simple touch such as a hand placed over your hip. It lasted short. Almost too short but you quickly shut that thought down.
There's no space or right time to relax since this craziness swallowed the world. You've been on edge ever since the news started reporting the first cases and visual proofs of undeads. Unmistakable fire burns within your body, the familiar but long no see tingling in the pit of your stomach makes your muscles tense.
Lying in a single bed with another person… touching is inevitable. What were you thinking by proposing this? Here you are trying to make the right thing – a good thing – and you get yourself into a bigger mess.
Not even a minute later and your bodies brush again by accident. You hear a sharp intake of breath coming from behind you, belonging to none other than the bane of your existence.
Bottom lip pulled between your teeth, you don't know what overtakes you when you not so subtly shift again. This time your ass directly touches his crotch. It barely lasts a few seconds when Yoongi's hand grips your waist again. Your gasp is audible just as his hold tightens.
“Just what you're about to do, dove?” he asks, voice full of raspiness and something that makes your toes curl.
“Nothing.” you mutter breathlessly.
“Doesn't seem like nothing to me,” he chuckles with a low tone, fingers gripping your flesh, making your skin feverish.
You get a burst of energy all of a sudden, your body responding to a single touch. When his chest brushes against your back, feeling his own skin, that causes your breathing to turn into a rapid heartbeat.
For all you know, this could be a game on Yoongi's part. It's not like you've thought of this often, but since his obvious dislike is nothing new to you or him, you would've thought he's despised at a mere thought of you. Or anything that has to do with you. You catch yourself silently praying this is not a game. Yoongi won't pull away and snort in your ears, voice filled with disgust and amusement. But it doesn't come, not even when you anticipate it.
And then you feel it.
His bulge is no longer soft, it's clearly harder and hardening with each passing second as you brush your ass against him. This time, more obviously. But also this time – you don't care how obvious and bold you are getting.
“Look what you've done.” he rasps, pressing himself between your asscheeks – being just as bold like you – causing you to gasp.
Trying to act as if his words and voice alone don't affect you, you audibly scoff but it comes out way weaker than you or him are used to. “You get hard and it's my fault?”
He might feel just as lonely as you do. After all, people have their needs. Even in the current state of today's world.
Yoongi lets out an amused chuckle behind you. He's no fool. And you weren't subtle at all. You were grinding your ass against his crotch not even five minutes ago. But surprisingly, he doesn't call you out and saves you from embarrassment.
“So, if I looked between these pretty legs, I wouldn't find you dripping?”
He makes no move, waiting for any sort of reaction from you in tonight's darkness. When your breath hitches and your thighs press together, Yoongi knows the answer. That's why he decides to test the waters by inching his hand down to the curve of your ass. He's pressed against you. You can feel him hardening, blood rushing to his cock and just the thought of it makes your head spin – not mentioning you can feel it firsthand.
Oh god.
You're so fucked.
There haven't been many opportunities when you would find yourself thinking about pleasuring yourself. But now… fuck, you're close to whining loudly to just feel something.
Two people. Alone. Lying in the single bed.
You would love to respond with a sarcastic remark. Or get that idea out of his head. To use that smart mouth of yours to give him the final blow. No pun intended! Not in that way anyway! But the truth is, that you don't want to. You do want him to look between your legs. To touch you where you're craving it the most. But you won't tell him that.
“No.” you gulp.
You sound nowhere near confident or sure – something he catches on very easily.
He leans closer, so close that he's spooning you just as his breath fans your ear. You visibly shiver, anticipating his next move just as you secretly wish he would do more.
And when you most expect it, he lets out a breathless chuckle. “Liar.” he whispers knowingly.
He knows. He knows and you hate that you're not bothered by it. Instead, you find pleasure flowing through your body. It curves just as Yoongi's fingers dig into the curve of your ass even more.
“And what if I'm not?” you play along, voice tight which makes him laugh a little.
“Oh, you are,” he laughs again, “Such a fucking liar. You want me to prove it?”
It's a simple question, yet it holds an important meaning. One that almost knocks the breath out of you. “Prove it then.” you say confidently, though your voice quivers which makes him smirk.
Or maybe it's the impatience behind it.
“Spread those legs for me.” he mutters, fingers loosening their pressure as they slide over your asscheek. Holy shit.
Slowly but determinedly, you do just as he says. Yoongi can tell your hesitance at the beginning, not that he blames you. He's not sure what the fuck are you two doing.
Confident in your body – like you haven't been in a while – you silently moan as soon as Yoongi's hand sneaks between your legs. His fingers brush against the thin fabric of your panties, your entire body shivering. It's crazy how much you can feel even with the barrier between you. And then he hooks a finger under your underwear, teasing you for a moment before he spreads your folds with his long fingers.
Your cheeks heathen up when the wetness can be heard by his fingers skillfully rubbing your cunt. He moves to your clit, rubbing it in circles which has you gasping.
“See? Liar,” he cockily comments, not halting his moves like you would expect him to. That's because you can't think at the moment. “So fucking wet.”
“Yoongi.”
Fuck! Why can't you keep your mouth shut? Yoongi is undoubtedly smug over the fact you're moaning his name.
“Hm?”
He teases your opening. “Feels good.”
“I know.”
You scoff with a silent laughter. “Of course you do.”
“Want more?”
“Please.”
“Look at you,” he laughs, putting slight pressure to his fingers but not entering you with them yet. “Polite and all that.”
“Don't sound so smug.”
He chuckles again. Fortunately for you, he decides not to tease (torture) you any further and enters you with his finger. You gasp, reaching behind you as you get a hold of his arm. You squeeze tightly, finger pumping you. Just as you grow accustomed to it, you need to feel more and your lips beg him for it without thinking. He stretches you out with another finger, fucking you with them as he picks up the pace. You're so close to cumming. At some point, you're sure you inform him of it as you desperately chase your high.
Only it's taken away from you as he pulls out his fingers leaving you to whine. The cloud of pleasure and lust slowly fades away and you're left frowning, no longer feeling his hands on you.
“What the fuck. Why would you do that?”
“You think you get to cum so easily?” he asks casually as if his fingers weren't inside of you just a moment ago.
You hear a sucking sound behind you, causing you to freeze. Fuck. Did he just taste you?
“You're such a–”
“Now, now. Take a breath, dove.” he muses behind you, amused while you fume. And then he hooks his hand under your thigh and spreads your legs again.
The blanket has been off your body for quite some time, suddenly chilly air hitting your heated up body and wet core.
“What do you want, dove? Hm?”
You curse. “Whatever you give me.”
Your ego is going to suffer a lot after this.
“My fingers?” he asks, hearing you suck in breath. “Or my cock?”
Gasping, you curse out loud again. Fuck, this is really happening.
“What's it gonna be, dove?”
If you weren't in the middle of this, you would've thought of Yoongi actually giving you an option. All while he's aroused himself, having his hard cock digging into your ass. Just the idea of having him inside of you has you gasping for air.
“Your cock.”
“My cock?” he asks, laughing a little. “You want my cock stretch this wet cunt?”
Who would've thought the usually grumpy and serious Yoongi has such a filthy mouth. Your hormones must go insane because you're clenching around nothing, with only one wish on your mind. And it has everything to do with what he had just asked you.
“Please what?” he muses.
Motherfucker.
“Come on, don't be shy now.”
“Don't make me beg.” you grit through your teeth, your impatience starting to rise.
“I need you to say it, dove.”
You don't look for multiple reasons behind him saying it. It's the tone he uses that makes you confirm your current and lustful wish. “Fuck me.”
You're not thinking straight. Your mind and body are clouded with lust. There's no control over you and all you're aware of, is that this is what you want at the moment. There's no thought of consequences or future. You live in the moment. Two people acting upon their physical need.
You're close to loosening it when you feel Yoongi's hand behind you, pulling onto your underwear as you help him slide it down your legs. Then he pulls out his cock, the wet tip grazing over your skin before he hooks his arm under your thigh. Spreading your legs, you feel him at your entrance just as your hand grips his one tightly.
He pauses, most likely thinking you want him to stop but you don't make any move. A plea softly comes out of you. Not a minute later, his hard cock enters your tight and warm walls. You both sigh in content. Since you haven't had sex for the longest time ever – let alone been touched intimately by anyone or yourself – everything seems more intense. For a second, you think you're about to cum.
You've never felt this way before.
You blame it on the lack of sex in your life.
He fills you up perfectly. You feel every inch, every vein and the curve of his cock as he pulls out before he sinks back into you. He grunts in pleasure, building up the pace along with pleasure as your and his skin collide with audible smacks. You're so out of it that you barely recognize the soft sounds your mouth makes, sinful curses mixing with them as well.
“Hold your leg up.” he grunts before he tugs down your bra, exposing your breast to his big hands as he squeezes the soft flesh.
Nipples hardened and perked up, he pinches the one in his hold which has seeing you stars. Your hand naturally finds its way to his locks, tugging onto his hair just as much as he does to your nipple. Leg aching, you force yourself to keep them spreaded as Yoongi pounds into you.
Your bodies hot and trembling with pleasure, the second Yoongi slaps your breast you moan loudly before cumming around his cock. He curses, grunting something against your shoulder but you're too out of it as he fucks you through your orgasm.
His hold on your breast leaves eventually, hand moving between your bodies quickly as he pulls out his cock from your pulsating walls. It twitches in his hold and just as your body goes limp, a warm liquid paints your ass and lower back. Yoongi pumps himself after his orgasm ends, dropping his body next to you with an exhausted sigh.
You both pant, trying to calm down your rapid beating hearts. You don't move, feeling his cum slowly trickling down your hot skin. Yoongi rubs his face, though you're unaware of his actions since you haven't moved. Your body is angled in your previous position, so he's not in your eye sight.
“Fuck.” he declares into the silent night, accompanied with your heavy breathing.
Your heartbeat starts to slow down, but you're sure it skips the moment the realization slowly hits you. You just had a sex with Yoongi. Unexpectedly. It happened.
Before you can properly freak out, even though in the back of your mind you knew what you were doing, you can't help but feel shocked by your actions. You just fucked someone who hasn't been the kindest to you. With him particularly, it's very difficult. He has saved your life more than once (as much as he likes to remind you of it), yet there's so much tension and hatred between you two that if you didn't need him, you would slap the hell out of him. You might not be able to kill, but you would surely try it with him. That much he makes your anger rise every time he's being an asshole.
You two don't work together. In any way. You can't stand each other! You barely made it here! And now you had sex and you're not sure if it didn't fuck things more.
He stands up, feet padding against the floor that creaks beneath his weight until something touches your lower back. You flinch, though no sounds leave yours or his mouth. It's safe to say you're surprised when he wipes his cum off your body. He clears his throat, tossing the dirty cloth he pulled out of nowhere (much to your knowing) before he gets back to bed.
Laying on your back, you stare at the ceiling in a complete silence.
Covering your bodies with the blanket for some modesty (as if you didn't have a sex just a minute ago), you completely ignore the fact your panties are nowhere in sight. Mentally sighing, you don't dare to move as you slowly turn around. Your back facing Yoongi as none of you bothers to utter a single word.
Perhaps that's what's best in this situation, you think as you hardly but slowly drift to sleep. Dreams reminding you of your sinful acts and uncertainty of what's going to happen when you wake up.
A/N: lemme apologize for making you guys wait so long for this chapter but it's finally here (can you believe it?!!). I hope the long chapter at least partially makes up for the long wait. as always, feedback is highly appreciated and could really kick my ass to work more on this story 🥹 thank you whoever is reading and interested in 2l, I appreciate every single one of you!! <3 I apologize for any possible mistakes, I tried to have this chap posted asap
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Ok so few thoughts on the Season 2 Bigtop Burger Supercut:
- Apparently the "freakazoids" that Cesare and the underworld have been keeping tabs on are Cryptids. I had suspected the freakazoids in question might be demons as Hell is taking some responsibility for them but they're cryptids??? Man, that just makes me sad, leave bigfoot alone :(((((
- One of the cryptids pictured is Flatwoods Monster, who, according to legend, is also an alien. The other two appear to be Mothman and though I'm a bit fuzzy on this one some sort of bigfoot or yeti creature. He's wearing a lil stetson hat. Did Cesare use the stetson hat trick before?
- The second still shown in the credits appears to be Munkustrap descending onto Earth on some sort of spacecraft as the Bigtop and Zomburger crews watch. They appear to be in the same positions/outfits as when Cesare whack-a-moled Steve into hell. Which is????? Idk what to make of that. Could Flatwoods Monster have some kind of alien technology that they used to contact Clown World? Are we finally gonna have Clown vs Undead War??????? I wonder how Munkustrap will react to seeing other clowns in the pink-yellow-blue spotted outfit which Tim, Penny and Billie are wearing, which seems to be a pattern which all banished clowns are exiled in. Looking forward to see how he looks now that he's aged! Also, I like that this scene implies the Zomburger and Bigtop gangs stick together! Which I want them too! SO BADLY!!!
- As @fr0stmask mentioned in a reply on this post, the spacecraft Munkustrap is seen on is actually a tire, as in the musical Cats, cats who are deemed worthy are sent up to the Heaviside Layer on a TIRE!!! Thanks for the info!
- What if the Cats performance is literal, and one clown actually gets sent "up to the heaviside layer", and that's what happened to Munkustrap and how he got the tire spacecraft. Steve got booted out via banishment and Munkustrap was chosen to ascend, but in the end they both ended up in the same place.
- Frances, Conrad and Allen look visibly upset when they realize Cesare isn't actually proposing a truce and is still up to his antagonistic bullshit.
- The image of Cesare in his weird little Cabinet of Dr. Caligari coffin makes my stomach do little back filps. We've seen Tim, Penny, Billie, Frances, Conrad, Allen, and Steve all in their own homes (For Steve it's his truck where he sleeps) but Never Cesare! Seeing him in there makes me nervous honestly because in the image, his box/cabinet has two doors on its front, with no handles inside, which suggests it closes from the outside and he's "stored" in there and deanimated (seeing as his eyes are closed and this is the only time we've seen him at rest) when not in use. This would add metaphorical meaning to Cesare's comments about being a puppet vendor, as now that's all he is- a puppet. He looks like a little doll being stored in his box. This seems to suggest something I've long suspected, that the "1000 year sentence" Cesare is being held on by the underworld may be bullshit, and he won't actually be allowed to go on retirement. Instead, this idea of his sentence one day ending is merely meant to motivate and control him, like a carrot being held in front of a horse. Could that candle shown at the end be his lifeforce? When its lit maybe he's animate, while when its snuffed out, he's a lifeless husk kept in a box.
- You think Cesare's and Steve's footie pajamas have a similar narrative role? Like to make them easily identifiable as rejects (in Steve's case) or property (in Cesare's case)? You think they're just meant to be dehumanizing or a source of shame?
- Tim was the first one to find Steve, which makes me feel fucked up that Steve still doesn't know his name and seems to mis-name him the most :(((((( Tom and Toby???????? I mean I get that my man likely has memory issues, he's very old and he hit his head very hard on the ground and he refuses to go easy on that fckng juul
- Baby Tim is so cute and handsome I'm dying
- The alley Steve emerges into in the after credits scene seems to rememble the alley with the hole in the ground that Conrad recounts Cesare getting money from. Is this because the underworld was able to track Steve's ascent through the ground to Earth's surface? Is this the same hole Cesare enters and exits the underworld from?
- Also, Steve spits out some rocks when he reaches the surface. U think that's how he started thinking of rocks as food? They just kimda got in ther and he thought "mmmnm yummy!"
- Based on the timelime and my own calcumalations, Steve landed in Sweden, creating the crater which is now known as the Siljan ring, and emerged a whole continent over in North America (at least I'm assuming the show takes place in North America. The driving wheel is on the left side, right? And everyone has American accents? (Except Tim) Is that enough?)
I have a theory that Penny reminds Steve of his own mother. Both women have the same voice actress (Lindsay Small-Butera, my beloved ;-;), and in season one, while Steve is high, once he hears Penny's voice, he shapeshifts into his child form (which I think might have been the last time he saw his mom before she dropped him off at Christian-Acting Camp) and asks her for soup. He's even in the same Little Lord Fontleroy outift. Also, at the Food Truck Expo, when Steve sees Cesare approaching him, he hides behind Penny's back. Also, they have a similar appearance in hair color and clown makeup.
- Speaking of Steve's family, in the scene where Steve is about to be shot into space, there are three clowns who stick out from the crowd. One, with a haircut resembling Steve's mother's on the right (I believe this is her), Munkustrap in the center (at least I believe this is him, their hair and faces are similar) and a male figure on the left. I believe this figure on the left is Steve's father, and Munkustrap is either Steve's brother or past love interest (I think him being his brother is more realistic because him being Steve's love interest and sending him into space is I think too dark even for this show).
- I think the clown actors in Cats may only refer to eachother by their character names. Munkustrap is given no other name, and Steve being stripped of his name as "Old Deut" is seen as a big deal.
- I noticed whenever male clowns get old, their hair develops into sort of a tonsure style with a little dollop of hair sitting right in the middle of their bald spot. Peanut has this, along with Steve's father, and Steve is also developing this as well, based on the wicked widow's peak he has whenever his hat is off.
- bro I wanna see Cesare and Munkustrap interact so bad. What if they get jealous of eachother like, "No! I'm the only emo twink that gets to make Steve's life a living hell, who the fck are you???"
- I want them. To fight lol
- Cat fight!!!!!
- I may be stretching with this one but Munkustrap and Cesare just look kinda visually similar to me? At least with the black onesie and the dark unkempt hair. You think there's a reason for that? Or is it more metaphorical, as in these are just two people who have an impact on Steve's life in that they do their best to not let him fit in with the general society?
- In the still of Munkustrap descending from the sky, Conrad is build like a brick shit house frfr
Just needed to get these thoughts out of my head so they don't weigh down on my humors and make me bad at art and work and remembering to eat food and sleep and bathe and breathe for the next however many months it is before another episode O-O
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THE LOST BOYS.
roleplay sentence starters of the 1987 film.
feel free to edit according to scenario / pronouns.
tw: violence, language, horror, blood.
hey, i liked that song.
how about this?
wait, that's from my era!
what's that smell?
smells like someone died.
i think you're really going to like living in [ location ].
any jobs around here?
looks like he's dead.
if he's dead can we go back to [ location ]?
this is a pretty cool place / for the texas chainsaw massacre.
have you seen a tv? i haven't seen a tv, [ name ]. you know what it means when there's no tv? no mtv.
[ name ], we are flat broke.
no running in the house!
rules! we've got some rules around here.
there are some bad elements around here.
you're telling me we've moved to the murder capital of the world?
well, let me put it this way. if all the corpses buried around here were to stand up all at once, we'd have one hell of a population problem.
read the tv guide, you don't need a tv.
excuse me, i wonder if you could help us.
we only come here to watch one thing.
i told you not to come in here anymore.
you have a generous nature. i like that in a person.
so how may i help you this evening? we have it all. the best selection in [ location ].
i look that needy, huh?
i'm at the mercy of your sex glands!
don't you have something better to do than follow me around all night?
just scoping your civilian wardrobe.
pretty cool, huh? / for a fashion victim.
listen buddy, if you're looking for the diet frozen yogurt bar, it went out of business last summer.
where the hell are you from? krypton?
i don't like horror comics.
i thought i heard something.
nobody drives this baby but me.
that's as close to town as i like to get.
noticed anything unusual about [ location ] yet?
are you guys sniffing old newsprint or something?
you think you really know what's happening here, don't you? well, i'll tell you something. you don't know shit, buddy.
we are dedicated to a higher purpose. we're fighters for truth, justice, and the american way.
there's our number on the back and pray you never need to call us.
if you want your ear pierced, i'll do it.
wanna get something to eat?
you don't have to beat me, [ name ]. you just have to try and keep up.
how far are you willing to go, [ name ]?
that's what i love about this place. you ask, and then you get.
i can never sleep with the closet door open, either. not even a crack.
don't sneak up on people like that!
how are those maggots?
you're eating maggots. how do they taste?
no hard feelings, huh?
you're one of us, bud.
[ 1st name ] wants to know what's going on. [ 2nd name ], what's going on?
bottoms up, man.
what time is it?
you need sunglasses to talk on the phone?
are you freebasing? inquiring minds want to know.
are you still in bed?
[ name ], would you do me a favor?
it's been a long time since somebody asked me out to dinner.
i'm gonna make you a sandwich.
all you do is give attitude lately.
what did you do to my dog, asshole?
you're a creature of the night, [ name ]. just like out of a comic book.
you're a vampire, [ name ]. my own [ sibling ], a goddamn shit-sucking vampire. you wait 'til mom finds out!
stay away from me, [ name ]!
you did the right thing by calling us.
you better get yourself a garlic t-shirt, buddy. or it's your funeral.
[ name ], i think we have to have a real long talk about something.
what's going on there? [ name ], i'm starting to get worried.
we should stay calm.
who's making that noise?
we've got to stick together, [ name ].
we're gonna work this out. trust me, okay?
you had me scared to death.
i can't believe you people.
can i sleep in here with you tonight?
what's happening to me, [ name ]?
we've been aware of some very serious [ creature ] activity in town for a long time.
[ location ] has become a haven for the undead.
as a matter of fact, we're almost certain that ghouls and werewolves occupy high position at city hall.
kill your brother. you'll feel better.
are we gonna have company again?
hi, i didn't hear you come in!
[ name ], what's the matter with you?
what's gotten into you tonight?
our batting average isn't terrific, is it?
if you ever want to see [ name ] again, you better come with us now.
initiation's over, [ name ]. time to join the club.
i have to talk to you. can i come up?
you drank someone's blood? are you crazy?!
why didn't you kill me last night?
what are you doing here? what do you want from me?
i got connections.
i don't want you going down there.
if something happens down there, i won't have the strength to protect you.
chill out, [ name ].
where did you say you met these guys?
we're on the right trail. flies and the undead go together like bullets and guns.
this isn't funny.
i'm not kidding! they're coming to the house as soon as it gets dark!
i better get cleaned up, then.
they'll be coming for all of us.
i say we terminate them right now.
you missed, sucker.
holy shit! it's the attack of eddie munster!
you afraid to face me, [ name ]?
don't let them see me like this.
nothing's changed.
has everyone gone crazy? what's the matter with all of you?
is everybody okay?
how much do you think we should charge them for this?
one thing about living in [ location ] i never could stomach. all the damn vampires.
#horror sentence starters#rp sentence starters#rp memes#writing prompts#horror prompts#the lost boys sentence starters#film sentence starters
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my fav version of tim drake is similar to the post of yours that made me follow you
my fav tim drake is that time he got an uncle to avoid adoption taken to the extreme. hes never been robin, not a bat, but he does follow them on patrol taking pics and occasionally intervening and they cant quite manage to stop him. hes dick grayson's nemesis because he no matter where he is, all he can think about is finally getting that kid to sit down and eat a proper meal and take a nap. jason comes back from the dead and tim has been deterring batman from violence with a squirt gun instead of a robin and jason almost hates him more for it. damian thinks he is an excellent operative, held in high esteem by his grandfather, and at first tim doesn't know what to make of that but then starts putting him to use for shenanigans. you get the idea
Oh, God, but Tim maintaining a professional relationship with Ra's al Ghul is everything I've ever desired? This weird old undead motherfucker is constantly bugging him about joining up and being his right-hand man and conquering the unruly world together and bringing peace and justice once and for all, blah blah blah, but Tim just isn't interested in that. Sounds like a lot of responsibility to have at his age, frankly. He's good just calling in the occasional favor and redirecting Batman's fury with the League of Assassins.
Also, like...I've officially started tagging these things "morally gray tim drake has my heart" because he does, y'all. He does! I do so very much enjoy the interpretation of Tim Drake as a morally gray character regardless of age (but especially in the Red Robin run) and I do think it's a valid way lens through which to see him.
The thing that makes Tim stand out to me is this undercurrent of tone to everything he does which implies that he views himself as inconsequential to the narrative. I might be in the minority here and that's fine(ish), but I've always thought about what would drive an emotionally abused and neglected 13-year-old child to try everything in his power to save his hero from killing himself and/or becoming public enemy #1. And maybe I'm projecting, but it always seems to come back to: "Well, I don't trust anyone else to be capable of doing it." He tried to talk to Dick, and Dick wouldn't take Robin back up, but Nightwing wasn't what Batman needed. And sure, they could've waffled about and tried to find someone else to be Robin. But Tim was right there and in the absence of anyone else he felt was qualified to do it, he just...did it.
Tim sees Batman (and Nightwing and Robin by extension) as being so incredibly significant to the overarching narrative. He knows that Batman doesn't really reduce crime, not in a city with local politics as corrupt as Gotham. He knows that it doesn't functionally matter if Batman gets this guy and not that guy, because it all shakes out the same. When there's a huge crisis, when Gotham City needs a symbol of everything that's still good here, still worth saving, Batman shows up and saves the day. Batman isn't allowed to succumb to human flaws like grief, despair, and outrage. People need him to mean more than that. Tim will do whatever it takes to secure and maintain that almost otherworldly level of heroism for Batman. If it gets him dirty in the process, he doesn't mind. Tim Drake won't be remembered. Batman will.
Of course, this is also why I think it's so fucking funny that Tim is at a point where he's just throwing death wish ideas at a wall until something sticks and hollering at the universe, "JUST KILL ME ALREADY!!!!"
#morally gray tim drake has my heart#tim drake#red robin#robin#this is just my personal take on him#may be unpopular but you don't have to interact if you dislike it#which is polite speak for 'i will punch you in the gob if you're mean about this'#cr1mson answers#tim drake's tendency to fight anything that moves
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oh just finished bara no konrei and I think this is how the plot goes ? do correct me if I'm wrong with anything I'm just trying to put together my thoughts here. anyways plot summarized/explained:
btw I'll use she/her for Mana's character for easier distinction since all characters other than Cecil r men and Mana's can be interpreted as either a man or a woman, so. also Dracula is played by Yu~ki.
Klaha and Cecil are engaged and due to marry in a week but Dracula sends Klaha a letter saying he wants to purchase a manor and is asking for advice, Klaha agrees to go visit him and has to postpone the wedding by another week making Cecil very upset, but she agrees as long as he does arrive in time like he promised. while he's at Dracula's mansion, she has dreams of a vampire coming for her and her staying with him. she goes to church to confess her dreams to the nun who is Mana and Mana tells her to pray.
meanwhile at the mansion, Klaha sees a painting of a woman that sticks out to him due to her resemblance to Cecil, Dracula realizes that he's looking at the painting and says that it's his late wife. later, during dinner, Dracula sees Klaha's locket with a picture of Cecil. after they dine he sends Klaha off to his room to sleep and here is where Klaha dreams of women (who seem to be other vampires) who touch him all over while he's tied to a cross.
while Klaha sleeps Közi, who is a vampire, keeps drinking the blood out of human women, until he arrives to Cecil's room where he is stopped by Mana who tells him that he cannot touch Cecil for she's meant to be Dracula's virgin bride. Közi asks her why she's doing all this for Dracula, she says that it's because Dracula saved her life and then it goes to a flashback where we can see Mana inside the church then all of the sudden Közi opens the door and warns her that they're coming for her, a crowd appears and they forcibly take Mana while holding Közi back.
the crowd brings Mana to the stake and burns her while Közi can only watch, for what it seems she didn't truly die at the stake and got saved by Dracula by being turned into a vampire as well. we're back to the present and Közi asks her why she's still living as undead when her revenge has been fulfilled and she says that it's to keep the faith of those who believe in God, this could probably mean that despite being a living dead she's still catholic? since she seemingly stays with her role of a nun. Közi leaves and then she sits on Cecil's bed.
while this was going on Klaha wakes up and realizes he's been asleep for far too long, he walks out of the room and sees that now the painting of Dracula's late wife has "Cecil" written over it. he rushes out to go back home.
by this time Dracula was on his way to where Cecil lives. before arriving Dracula went on drinking the blood of the people that Mana brought to him to regain his youth. at the same time, Cecil receives another letter, which wasn't written by Klaha, telling her that he's gonna take another week because he'll have to teach Dracula the customs of the people that live there.
Dracula and Cecil finally meet up and after their first meeting he goes to her room and turns her into a vampire. Klaha arrives and finds Cecil already turned, and he arranges for an exorcism to be performed to save her.
during the exorcism Dracula arrives and breaks the ropes that were holding back Cecil, he kills everyone in the room except Cecil and Klaha, embracing her once he's done. Klaha picks up a knife/dagger to stab him but Dracula disappears with Cecil before he's able to.
after Dracula disappears Közi manifests himself in the same room and tells Klaha that he's not here to hurt him but to help him. he tells Klaha where he can find Dracula and asks him if he believes in god, as to which Klaha says he does. Közi tells him that it's harder to kill a vampire the more religious you are. maybe a reference back to Mana staying religious despite being a vampire/being devoted to one? Klaha asks him why he's helping him and Közi says that it's to defend his territory, Klaha thanks him and leaves.
next we see Cecil being laid on a table with Mana and Dracula at her side. Dracula slits his own wrist so that Cecil can drink from him and this is when Klaha arrives. he tries to engage in a fight with Dracula but Dracula quickly overpowers him. when Dracula is about to kill him Közi arrives and saves him and gets into a fight with Dracula. by the end of the fight Közi kills himself for some reason? might have been because he realized he couldn't defeat Dracula and he'd rather go out on his own. he doesn't fully succeed in his suicide and while bleeding out he asks Klaha to finish him, which he does.
Klaha goes to Cecil, but then she opens her mouth and he realizes that she's a vampire now. Mana (who had also gotten in the middle of the fight between Közi and Dracula) tells Klaha that Cecil must die then she falls to the ground. Klaha tries to stab Cecil but Dracula gets between them protecting her. Dracula offers her his blood to drink and while she's drinking Klaha takes this chance to stab him and finally kill him. after he's done with Dracula he stabs her also and she falls to the ground. he's about to finish her off but instead he slits his hand to feed her and she holds him close. next shot is of them waking up together with wedding clothes on, he picks her up and they walk out together.
did they both die and it was them in the afterlife? did they both become vampires? was it just a near-death hallucination? not sure but either way it was really enjoyable
would love to have seen it in black and white though
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warden/ancient city thoughts …
Anicent cities aren’t actually cities, they’re actually massive temples instead that devoted themselves to a certain god (im not sure what god the old builders would worship akandk)
They laid many people to rest in those underground crypts, that a bit of their souls leaked out of the bodies and infected the glowing cave vines, resulting in a strange mutation of sculk
and as more people died and got places in those tombs,,, the more sculk spread
Eventually some worshippers caught notice of this and assumed it to be some gift from the gods, so they continued to add fuel to it, experimenting with it, etc, finding out that when a creature dies— instead of the soul ascending to an afterlife, it is instead pulled down by the sculk and merged into what was like a sentient hivemind of connected souls working together to become something akin to an organism
At some point, as evolution of the sculk furthered and sculk sensors formed, it eventually led to a sculk shrieker
and after worshippers activated it a couple times in a row,
It summoned the massive, blind hulking beast known as the warden. It harvested as many souls as it could from the worshippers as it chased after them, leaving no one in it’s wake, before retreating back into the biomass until the next time there is a significant amount of soul that alerts the shriekers once more
Ok mini rant story thing over. i like to think that sculk works in a weird sort of method
Catalyst farm and form the extra sculk needed to begin an infection —> sensors pick up on sounds made by noises that supposedly could be creatures with a soul —> shriekers sound a scream that helps determine if a warden should form —> warden harvests any nearby creatures to help the sculk spread. if killed, the warden drops a catalyst, so it can all begin again
The warden itself is a weird amalgamation of human souls stuck together fused with the sculk. the main reasoning for it being blind (other than cave animals usually being blind since low to zero light requires little need for eyes) is because detecting sound means a very high chance of something w soul
Sculk sickness …. Possibly a rare disease only picked up by deep miners. nasty no good and probably hurts as the sculk eats you from the inside out
Illagers came across the ancient cities and set up camp for a short amount of time to try and study the sculk . you can imagine what happened to them
[ i like to think every ‘living’ creature in minecraft has a soul. that keeps them alive and thinking and breathing and stuff. and undead mobs have soul residue which leaves them with very basic instincts or things they subconsciously remember how to do ITS A FUN THOUGHT ]
[ in my little au illagers love experimenting w souls . because the more you experiment the more messed up results you get (vexes being the fused collective of 2-3 allays, or creating abominations via sticking two different mob souls together… possibly how ravagers came to be since they look a bit like villagers that got turned into beasts . fun theorizing ]
Hey invention? Phanon? I love your mind, it's wonderful. Have a drawing!
I've never drawn a warden before, mostly because it's been very daunting, but I think I got it out the way I wanted it to!! Sculk itself is kind of like... a fungus-y tentacle-y mixture, and i got some inspiration from the devil's fingers fungus irl! Really cool, I suggest giving it a look-see.
In my head, sculk would start off kind of like little eggs or pips or... whatever those things are... there's a name for it, when a plant or a cell decides to split off to make a new plant or cell? Mitosis? Bulbs? Plantlets? There's a word I'm looking for. Anyways. They'd probably grow mini sculk bits off of more mature ones so they can drop off and spread on their own, kind of like some types of succulent if that makes sense? Which explains the little sticky-outy bits on the wardens' horn things. Man, there's gotta be proper terminology for this, my brain is not finding the right words today.
They'd release some sort of bioluminescence when disturbed, and have an almost tar-like substance produced to trap smaller mobs (spiders, bats, etc.) that happen to wander too close, akin to fly traps. It wouldn't work as well for humans, but it's not uncommon to have your foot tugged on by some sculk in the hopes it can digest you.
I went off "The warden itself is a weird amalgamation of human souls stuck together fused with the sculk" because it's FREAKING COOL, so !!! Yeah!! I've got some of the larger/longer sculk tendrils used as arms and 'fingers' in a sense, though they're not all that precise in use. It just opts to smack the heck out of people usually. The bones in the shoulders and feet I thought were really cool on the in-game design, so I feel that the sculk would grow around any sorts of bones it had access to to keep a more stable structure. Keeping yourself upright if you're a soft mass of plantiness/fungus-yness would be a little tough, I think. Also, keeping bones close to the sculk might make it easier to tether souls together? Who knows!
It'd be neat to see what types of matter the sculk would attach to to form a warden-- it could be enderman bones, for all we know! Big and long and short and stubby, and all of the bones are in the wrong places. Using femurs for toes, or ribs for arms... it'd definitely not be fun to see in person.
Sculk sickness sounds SO NEAT TOO!!! I imagine you might be able to inhale it, like spores? Since it feeds off of xp or souls, you just keep fueling it once you're infected whether you like it or not. Does it have any cure, or would you have to have some sort of surgery to try to remove the existing sculk from your body? That'd cause a heck of a lot of complications, if it were to block anything internally. Wild, but neat to theorize about.
And YES on the experimenting with souls thing! Especially with the update so vexes look a lot more like allays-- definitely experiment material. I wonder how many more mobs are out there that we haven't seen because they haven't been made yet? Just mish mashes of any sort of soul they could get their hands on, inhabiting a body that doesn't feel quite right. Kinda interesting!
Thank you for sharing as always ily you rule. Your theories slap, may your inventory be full of diamonds or something. May the Nether's fire guide your way, idk. More piglin-y, as per my blog, lol.
#minecraft#glowstone23b asks#glowstone23b art#minecraft worldbuilding#phanon#brandnewinvention#minecraft warden#minecraft sculk#minecraft deep dark#that should be enough tags#idk#not nether#also that#anyways. apologies for the late reply also but i wanted to make art for it#and i was out volunteering with animals so life is good :)#expect delayed replies from me unfortunately#but i wanna sit down to read your stuff when i have the time to respond to it because it's lovely#phanon-menal if you will#ok that's it for now you never cease to amaze!! stay fed and hydrated bud!!
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cal-as-companion questions part 1
this is @omgkalyppso's fault btw
Where can your Tav be recruited? Are they first encountered on the Nautiloid, or in the Nautiloid crash region? Or are they not recruitable until a later act?
cal can be found on the way to the grove just outside the nautiloid crash region, arguing with a man who, believing her to be dead, had been rifling through her bag. upon your interruption, the man will say he’s sorry for the mistake, but insist to you that he really did think she was dead. passing a DC 22 investigation check will reveal that there is something off about the way she breathes - it seems more deliberate than automatic.
when you realize she’s tadpoled too you can ask her to join you - she will be reluctant about it and tells you she doesnt play well with others. if you take her word for it though she says “Ohh ha that was a joke! No, we should definitely stick together. You could clearly use the help. No offense.”
Do the other companions have special comments or reactions upon recruiting your Tav?
astarion and shadowheart do nottt trust her lol
shadowheart: Are you quite sure we need her company? Far be it from me to question your judgement, but there’s something off about her. Something about her eyes, perhaps - they have this… cornered animal quality about them.
astarion: (looking over tav’s shoulder at cal, squinting - clearly is seeing something you don’t) Hm? Oh, I’m sure it’ll be fine picking up another stray. Probably.
(after a long rest you can get the following banters if theyre both in the party:
astarion: you look cold, moretti. do you need a jacket?
cal: you offerin’ me yours, sunshine?
astarion: ugh. no, the last thing i need is for any of my clothes to come back reeking of cigarette smoke. i was only making an observation.
cal: you’ve got red on your collar there, astarion. what is that, tomato? or maybe -
astarion: what? where? i -
cal: (cackles)
astarion: (sourly) oh, do fuck off.
they are playing undead chicken)
Does your Tav have any comments or advice when you recruit other companions?
of shadowheart: So you're taking this one with us, then. She doesn't exactly seem the friendly sort, but then I suppose neither do I.
of astarion: I'd be careful of that one. Just take my word for it, yeah?
of wyll: He's coming along, then? No, I don't mean anything by it. He seems... (wrinkles her nose) nice. He seems perfectly nice.
of karlach: (clearly not paying attention to you, very clearly trying to see karlach) Sorry, did you say something? I was admiring the view of the, uh. Landscape. Just appreciating nature.
of lae'zel: Sorry, did she say she knows how to get these things out of our heads? Why are we following you? No offense.
of gale: Gods, but that one can talk, can't he? Can't say I really understood any of it. Ugh, wizard shit.
What sort of general actions raise or lower their approval?
cal will act soo annoyed about you choosing to help people (“Listen, I don’t mean to get in the way of your whole… (dismissive hand-wave) hero thing, but I do feel compelled to remind you that the matter of the fucking brain parasites in our heads is kind of time-sensitive. But by all means, let’s stop and help every sorry bastard we come across.”). she then proceeds to approve of it every time. she also approves of you giving people money. fucking with rich people nets huge approval. also she likes if youre kind of mean to people. dont worry about it
Are there any instances where your Tav can permanently leave the party, depending on player character actions?
honestlyyyy i think cal will straight up leave the party if you encourage wyll to sign a new contract with mizora. she really values autonomy, and i think telling him to give up his life for that of his father would make her lose a lot of respect for you. she won't leave the party if you help the cult raid the grove, but it will drastically lower it to the point where if she disapproves further she may leave lol
Do they have any secrets that can be revealed? What are the prerequisites for this secret coming to light?
she uhhhh died when she was 21, and was brought back to life by a woman named teverezhta; the condition for cal's revival was that she carry parcels for teverezhta around faerun. she doesn't know what's in them, or what theyre for (you later find out that one of the things she was delivering was shipments of the tadpoles youve been finding around - she was not aware of this). failure to comply with the terms of the contract would mean that tev could kill her automatically; however, the parasite currently gets in the way of this so cal has significantly more freedom. tev also can't currently track her by magical means
somewhere near ethel's house you can find a crow. if you speak to it it will just caw at you, with a note that the crow seems unusually intelligent (with animal speaking: caw. fuck off. caw.) the next time you long rest, the crow will appear in your camp and reveal itself as an half-elf man named emil, who informs cal that their business is not finished yet - tev may not be able to magically track cal, but if she finds she hasnt been doing her job, she'll find her and kill her herself. fortunately her current job is to continue investigating the cult
after this cal will explain her death and her contract to the best of her ability (she remembers neither, only that they happened). it's clear throughout the conversation that she worries youll see her as a liability
Do they have their own personal quest that spans the course of the game? Can it take different branching paths depending on the choices the Player Character makes?
YEAH. so you later find out that there's a piece of. someones soul that was inadvertently stiched into cal's heart during her resurrection - the intention had been for her to be a vessel for this soul, but it didnt quite go as planned so the teverezhta family found a different use for her. HOWEVER that piece of soul in her heart does give her the ability to utilize limited necromantic magic. growing that soul would increase her range of abilities, but also make her less herself (she'll eventually develop a second shadow, and her reflection will occasionally be. not her)
the end id define as the "good" end would be one where tav helps free cal from her contract. im not entirely sure how that would happen just yet, but it would mean she would be properly Alive again, albeit with that soul in her still
What do they say when the Player Character asks them to stay in camp? How about when the Player Character asks them to come adventuring again?
> I need you to go back to camp.
Cal: What, really? Won't you miss me?
> I'll find you later - go wait there for the time being.
Cal: Fine. I'll go stare at some rocks and wait for you to get back.
> Come with me - there's work to be done.
Cal: Thought you'd never ask. Try to keep up.
Does your Tav have any escalating conflicts with one of the other companions, like Lae’zel and Shadowheart’s knife-fight?
NOT..... really? like cal and astarion realize pretty quickly that theres something Going On with the other in an undead or undead-adjacent kind of way, but will have agreed to keep their noses out of it. they'll allude to it in banter from time to time to get a rise out of the other, but its - mostly - friendly
Are there any unique NPCs associated with your Tav that can show up during the course of the game?
emil will show up from time to time to annoy cal. he will flirt with the pc - to annoy cal - but nothing will ever really come of it. you can ask him about his family, and he'll give some answers. in a way that annoys cal somehow. he'll often show up as a crow, but he's like as not to appear in his genuine form
Are there any moments in the game that trigger unique dialogue for your character? (Like Gale’s anecdote about the barfight after you save the goblin prisoner)
(upon finding the necromancy of thay): (sarcastically) Necromancy. How lovely. Ugh. We're not taking that with us, are we? I think that's real, actual skin on it.
(if you give it to astarion): Listen, I like Astarion as much as the next guy, but are we really trusting him to be normal about that?
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The Cure
“I’d like to propose a toast,” Abraham raised his glass as the dim light of the candles made his red hair even more red.
Isabelle tugged the cloth wrapped around her arm nervously as she rested her head on her uncle’s arm. Her arm was broken, Sasha’s boyfriend Bob had fixed it by immobilizing her arm with a cloth and using a stick as a makeshift splint. He said that if she had hidden it for a bit longer, her arm would have forever been deformed and she could have died because of infections. He didn’t say that to her, but she could hear him whisper to her father while she was supposed to sleep. He also said that she had a concussion thanks to the asshole who banged her head against a table. So that was why she was currently sleeping even more than little Judith.
“I look around this room,” Abraham continued, “… and I see survivors.”
Survivors.
Isabelle felt the urge to scoff but that would be very rude. Why were they survivors? Because they were willing to kill? Because a series of lucky turns?
Why was she a survivor? Because she killed that man before he could do the same to her? Because she listened to her mother when she told her to run and left her behind?
“Each and every one of you has earned that title.” The man said.
Isabelle didn’t feel like she deserved to be called a survivor. She didn’t feel like she deserved to be a survivor.
Abraham raised his glass above his head, “To the survivors.” He spoke.
And everyone raised their glass and cheered. Isabelle didn’t have a glass for obvious reasons, and even if she did she wouldn’t be able to raise it. Her right arm was broken and it felt weird to do stuff with the other one. So she kept tugging the cloth around her numb arm as she watched the people around her.
It felt weird to see so many people together. It looked like something from the world before. Warm food, warm building and warm hearts for the first time in months.
“That’s all you wanna be?” Abraham asked, “"Wake up in the morning, fight the undead pricks, forage for food, go to sleep at night with two eyes open, rinse and repeat?"
Isabelle knew where this was going, and she didn’t like it one bit. Abraham wanted to go to Washington so that the goofy man he kept dragging along would find the cure to stop the dead from rising. She knew that it made her selfish, wishing that things didn’t go back to how they were, but she didn’t know if she would be able to go back. How could she be able to go back to her old trailer? To sleep in her old bed? To go to school everyday and get her braids pulled by the kids and see the other girls whisper things in each others’ ears when she walks past them?
She was thirteen, maybe fourteen, years old, but to her it felt like her life had started just two years ago when a turned Naomi walked into her yard. The world before wasn’t made for her, it had nothing to offer.
And for the first time her dad cared about her. It was still a forging feeling, his callous fingers running through her hair as she slept or his voice speaking to her like it would to a normal person and not a dog, but it was good. Isabelle wasn’t sure if he would still care if they weren’t in a life death situation anymore.
"'Cause you can do that," Abraham said, "I mean, you got the strength. You got the skill. Thing is, for you people, for what you can do, that's just surrender.” He turned to the strange man, “Now, we get Eugene to Washington and he will make the dead die and the living will have this world again. And that is not a bad takeaway for a little road trip. Eugene, what's in DC?"
"Infrastructure constructed to withstand pandemics even of this fubar magnitude. That means food, fuel, refuge. Restart." Eugene explained.
He had an odd way of speaking, and Isabelle envied him a bit because it made him sound very smart. But it also made his mound a bit foolish and Isabelle didn’t eny that.
"However this plays out, however long it takes for the reset button to kick in, you can be safe there. Safer than you been since this whole thing started," Abraham spoke again, now turning to look at Rick "Come with us. Save the world for that little one," Abraham continued, looking down at Judith. "Save it for yourselves. Save it for the people out there... who don't got nothing left to do except survive."
Isabelle didn’t think about Judith, but Abraham was right. They had to make things right for the little girl in Rick’s arm. She was selfish for not thinking about it before, but now she did, and everything changed. Judith had to stay safe.
She looked up at her uncle, who was looking at her dad. Wherever her dad went, they would follow. It had always been like this. Because they were family. Her dad was looking at Rick. Isabelle figured that he would follow Rick, so they also would have to follow Rick. She guessed that made them all a bit of a family.
It was good, because then she would be with Carl. And she would get to talk to him everyday. But if things went back to how they were, the Grimes would go back to their old house with white picket fences and where moms made pancakes every Sunday, and they couldn’t follow them. And Rick would be a cop again, and he would have to arrest her dad and her uncle.
The thought made Isabelle sick. But if things went back to normal Judith would be able to go to a real school and have a real future. And Maggie would find her sister again. And everyone would be safe again.
Maybe having to go back to normal was a little price to pay for everyone to be happy.
Judith cooed in Rick’s arms, making the man laugh, “What was that?” He asked as he watched with adoring eyes his daughter. Everyone laughed a bit at the interaction, including Isabelle, even if she was basically half asleep at that point.
“I think she knows what I'm about to say," Rick said. Judith cooed again, as to prove Rick’s point. "She's in. If she's in, I'm in." He announced, “We're in."
Cheers erupted as everyone clapped. It was good to see everyone happy, even if Isabelle wasn’t so sure if she shared the same feeling. But it was like Rick said, they were in, even if she didn’t like that.
“I’m goin’ out for a bit.” Daryl said as he walked in front of her. Isabelle knew it was a code for Merle to say to look after her, and even if she wanted to say that she didn’t need a babysitter, she kept her mouth shut. Lucky for her Merle didn’t seem to want to babysit her either.
“Okay, let’s go.” He said as he got up, “Wha’? I ain’t stayin’ here while ma baby brother is out there in tha dark.”
Daryl just shrugged, “Didn’t say anythin’” He grumbled before he went towards the door. He turned around to look at Isabelle, who was already looking at him, “Stay uh… stay out of trouble, yeah?” He murmured.
This whole parenting shit was new for him, Isabelle figured, which made her just as awkward. So she just nodded before turning on her heels and going towards Carl, who was sitting in the back of the church.
Isabelle tapped on his shoulder, making the boy turn around before she slipped next to him on the other side and stabbed a few of the beans he was eating with her fork, eating them.
“Hey! Those are mine.” The boy protested as he turned around again to give a dirty look to the girl next to him.
“God says that you have to share.” She said as she took another bite of his food, “Plus I’m sick, I need proteins.”
Carl scoffed, “You are so annoying it’s unbelievable.” He shook his head.
“Hey, when you were sick I helped, the least you could do is feed me.” She replied, “This is the Lord’s house.”
“Then ask him for some beans.” He mumbled, “Where’s your dad?” He changed the subject.
To Carl it felt a bit weird to think that Isabelle was a Dixon, but it did explain her quirks. Like the total disinterest of what was socially acceptable, for exemple eating someone else's food.
But Isabelle said that her dad was an asshole, and even if Carl wasn’t really close to Daryl, he never thought he was the kind of asshole to leave his children behind.
Carl had heard a worried Maggie telling Rick something about Daryl a few days ago, something about how he treated Isabelle, but his father had sent him away before he could really understand what it was about.
“I dunno.” Isabelle replied, “I don’t think he likes stayin’ in a church.”
“But this isn’t a church anymore.” The boy argued.
She shrugged, “Maybe it’s because we are like twenty people all in one room.”
Her dad was just like that sometimes. He hated small places, he hated being in one place for too much time. He was a bit of a nomadic person, Isabelle thought.
“Isabelle?” Carl called, making the girl snap out of her thought to look at him. She hummed in response as he watched the boy nervously fidget with his fingers.
“Are we friends?” He asked.
“Yeah of course we are.”
Friends.
She wondered what friends did. She had only one friend, but it was a girl and it was her babysitter so it really didn’t count. What did friends do? She couldn’t answer that, especially in times like these.
But she liked being friends with Carl, even if they didn’t do anything in particular. Maybe that's what friends did, they just hung out doing whatever.
“Okay.” Carl said, “I have to tell you something… but you can’t tell anyone.”
Isabelle shifted closer to the boy as she waited for the secret to be spilled. She was good at keeping secrets, at least she thought. She never really had to keep a big secret before, except for when Naomi told her about her boyfriend and running away. And Isabelle didn't say anything, so she must be good at keeping secrets.
“I… I saw something. Outside.” Carl admitted, “It was written on the wall.” He said, “No it wasn’t really written… more like engraved.”
“What did it say?” The girl asked.
“You will burn for this.” He replied, “Why would someone write that?”
“Maybe…” Isabelle trailed off, the anxious monster in her stomach waking up, “Maybe he isn’t a good person.” She whispered as she watched Father Gabriel talk to Rick.
“But what if he is?” Carl shook his head, “Not everyone can be bad.”
“Carl, why would someone write that if he was good?”
“I don’t know but he doesn’t seem like someone capable of doing bad things.” Isabelle could hear that he genuinely meant it, but she wasn’t sure if she could share the same hope.
The doors opened with a thud, revealing Merle on the other side. Something wasn’t right, Isabelle thought as she said goodbye to Carl and hurried to her uncle.
“Where’s dad?” She asked as she looked up to him. He seemed angry and shaken, and if Isabelle didn’t know better she would say that he was drunk.
“Outside.” He just said, “He needs to think ‘bout a few things.”
“Whut happened?”
Her uncle rubbed his hand over his face as he sighed, “I jus’ gave ‘im a talk.”
“Bout what?” The girl questioned. It was odd to see her uncle act like a big brother to her dad after all.
“Grown ups business.” He replied, “Go to sleep.” So Isabelle just nodded and went to sleep, noticing that the church looked more empty. Bob and Carol were also outside, she realized.
She could hear the door open as she drifted off to sleep. Maybe it was her father.
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Filler aaa chapter fr. But I needed to feel the void and I didn't feel like writing about Gareth and his gang yet.
#fanfic#twd x reader#twd fanfiction#carl grimes fanfiction#carl grimes x reader#carl grimes x oc#isabelle dixon#lost kids ff
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1, 2 of gen, story, and romance 🫡
Where can your Tav be recruited? Are they first encountered on the Nautiloid, or in the Nautiloid crash region? Or are they not recruitable until a later act?
cal can be found on the way to the grove just outside the nautiloid crash region, arguing with a man who, believing her to be dead, had been rifling through her bag. upon your interruption, the man will say he's sorry for the mistake, but insist to you that he really did think she was dead. passing a DC 22 investigation check will reveal that there is something off about the way she breathes - it seems more deliberate than automatic.
when you realize she's tadpoled too you can ask her to join you - she will be reluctant about it and tells you she doesnt play well with others. if you take her word for it though she says "Ohh ha that was a joke! No, we should definitely stick together. You could clearly use the help. No offense."
Do the other companions have special comments or reactions upon recruiting your Tav?
astarion and shadowheart do nottt trust her lol
shadowheart: Are you quite sure we need her company? Far be it from me to question your judgement, but there's something off about her. Something about her eyes, perhaps - they have this... cornered animal quality about them.
astarion: (looking over tav's shoulder at cal, squinting - clearly is seeing something you don't) Hm? Oh, I'm sure it'll be fine picking up another stray. Probably.
(after a long rest you can get the following banters if theyre both in the party:
astarion: you look cold, moretti. do you need a jacket?
cal: you offerin' me yours, sunshine?
astarion: ugh. no, the last thing i need is for any of my clothes to come back reeking of cigarette smoke. i was only making an observation.
cal: you've got something on your collar there, astarion. what is that, tomato? or maybe -
astarion: what? where? i -
cal: (cackles)
astarion: (sourly) oh, do fuck off.
they are playing undead chicken)
Is your Tav a romanceable character? Are there any specific requirements to romancing them?
cal is romanceable! she is a lesbian though lol so only with ftav/origin chars. you have to have already found out about her death to initiate the romance. im still figuring out at what stage it ends up being revealed, though - i think there are a couple ways it could happen)
Does your Tav need to be flirted with to start the romance, or will they approach the PC themselves if approval is high enough?
oh cal will flirt with ftav even with low approval - she likes to say shit recreationally. it takes a while for the romance to initiate in earnest, though, mostly because cal keeps tav at arms' length for a bit - she has a lot of trouble believing someone could see anything in her worth getting romantic about ("You know, besides the obvious reasons. Ha. (gestures to her face)")
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Been thinkin about Batman & Pokemon crossovers, so have a list-ish of what I think they'd have. Might do Gotham's rogues too later. First ones listed would probably be their starter of sorts, but honestly that can be up for debate too.
Bruce Wayne
-Lets be honest as part of his Brucie cover he probably hides the fact he has a few of these lol
[1] Absol (Everyone knows he has one & it probably wears a bow-tie to Galas)
[2] Jigglypuff (Mostly for his Brucie cover but he loves the attention seeker)
[3] Kangaskhan (C'mon mister adoption-issue definitely has one)
[4] Noivern (Big dragon-bat for the Batman)
[5] Drakloak (Another parenting pokemon, one had by both Bruce & the Bat)
[6] Metagross (Very smart armored friend for the Bat)
[7] Silvally (Let's be honest with all the labs in Gotham he probably found it)
[8] Iron Valiant (Look at it and tell me its not here to steal ur gender)
[9] Mareep (It's his therapy sheep that he can hug because fluff)
[10] Hisuian Goodra (powerful shy friend for the socially awkward man)
Alfred Pennyworth
[1] Dragapult (He deserves a ghostly dragon friend swarmed by lil dragons)
[2] Gallade (We know he's good at hand-to-hand combat)
[3] Cinccino (C'mon give him a helper in cleaning the manor)
[4] Blissey (Let's be honest with how often the bats are hurt he needs help)
[5] Solgaleo (If anyone deserves a big intimidating sun lion it's Alfred)
[6] Dachsbun (I mean just look at it, he deserves a bread dog as the cook)
[7] Drampa (Grandpa dragon, enough said for the grandpa of the batclan)
[8] Sylveon (Another healer helper who probably was part of the service)
[9] Flabebe (Let's be honest this buddy helps with the garden)
Dick Grayson
[1] Staraptor (I mean speedy dark bird friend who starts small & cuddly looking)
[2] Lucario (Honestly they probably spar spikes vs escrima sticks lol)
[3] Growlithe (Mans worked as a police officer, every one of them has one)
[4] Salamence (If you read the lines pokedex you know exactly why this fits)
[5] Joltik (A secret tiny electric friend to sit on his shoulder or head)
Barbara Gordon
[1] Emolga (C'mon energetic gliding bat friend is totally Batgirl)
[2] Herdier (Probably a gift from her dad as a puppy who she raised)
[3] Swoobat (Another bat bud to help her in fighting)
[4] Deoxys (Who would want to mess with Oracle with a 'mon like this lol)
[5] Porygon-2 (Oracle is everywhere & this lil data bird is too)
Jason Todd
[1] Talonflame (Speedy red bird who starts tiny & gets huge)
[2] Chandelure (I mean ghost friend for the undead boi?)
[3] Steelix (Let him pain its head red for vigilante/crime lord work)
[4] Corviknight (Let's be honest he got this one while in the League)
[5] Decidueye (There's not exactly pokemon with a gun but there's this)
[6] Roaring Moon (I mean this looks constantly ready to maul you lol)
Cassandra Cain
[1] Weavile (Look at it & look at her backstory, her dad definitely gave her it)
[2] Marshadow (I mean it's the pokemon who copies others via shadows)
[3] Crobat (Bruce: I don't have favorites; Also Bruce: Gives her one of his bats)
[4] Sensu Oricorio (They can dance together for funsies)
[5] Kecleon (She's very stealthy & can disappear with a friend)
Harper Row
[1] Midnight Lycanroc (She was very angry in the beginning so have friend)
[2] Cloyster (This one is straight up from vibes lol)
[3] Nidoqueen (Big armored friend for vigilante work & hugs)
[4] Shiny Venomoth (A friend to help keep watch over her brother)
[5] Pidgeot (Dye the head feathers blue for Bluebird work)
[6] Tinktatuff (Tinkering buddies who can build cannons together)
Stephanie Brown
[1] Marshadow (She found it on the streets while trying to take out her dad)
[2] Gabite (Look at that face & tell me they wouldn't do mischief together)
[3] Scrafty (Street kid w/ her equally scrappy pal do battle togethre)
[4] Fearow (She'll steal whatever pokemon she likes from Bruce thx)
[5] Paldean Wooper (Dead Robin club has a new death-themed member)
Terry McGinnis
[1] Zorua (He definitely needs a fluffy friend to hold as a child)
[2] Mimikyu (Living shadow pal in matching disguises)
[3] Flygon (He got it as a trapinch below their floorboards)
[4] Zekrom (This was probably hidden in the Batcave or deeper in the caves)
[5] Iron Jugulis (This is definitely the sort of thing that'd be in Neo-Gotham)
[6] Iron Treads (Look at it & look at Terry's batsuit, they can match together)
Tim Drake
[1] Dragonair (Gifted by his bio-parents because appearances)
[2] Milotic (Also given by the Drakes before they left again)
[3] Duraludon (Mister CEO deserves a skyscraper dragon for intimidation)
[4] Noctowl (Night owl to go vigilantying with him & tries to get him to sleep)
[5] Iron Jugulis (Honestly he probably built it, let's be honest)
Duke Thomas
[1] Kilowattrel (Glowy bird friend? Glowy bird friend.)
[2] Murkrow (Shadowy bird friend? Shadowy bird friend.)
[3] Watchog (A friend who goes on patrol & shines like he does)
[4] Umbreon (He deserves a dog-cat to help with the trauma)
[5] Dedenne (Another squishy friend who helps comfort him)
[6] Chi-Yu (Look at this lil fire goldfish, he deserves a fire goldfish)
Cullen Row
[1] Cubone (I mean just read the pokedex entry, enough said)
[2] Pikachu (I just like to think he carries it around like a big cat)
[3] Sobble (Sad friend bois who can both grow together)
[4] Eevee (Fluffy fox-dog he plays fetch with as he deserves)
[5] Flamigo (It just sort of followed him home & is overprotective now)
Damian Al Ghul
[1] Gliscor (Poisonous scorpion bat friend given by his mom probably)
[2] Skarmory (Blade bird also trained to be an assassin of sorts)
[3] Pawniard (Another blade friend but also a pawn like he was to Ras)
[4] Aegislash (A literal blade friend who he can use as a sword)
[5] Ceruledge (Ghost knight buddy for the son of the dark knight)
[6] Paldean Tauros (BatcowBatcowBatcowBatcowBatcow)
[7] Spearow (Angry baby bird to go with an angry baby vigilante)
[8] Arcanine (TitusTitusTitusTitus)
[9] Poochyena (Tiny puppy that Titus brought back during fetch)
[10] Dreepy (Gift from Bruce who got his own dreepy from Alfred as a kid)
[11] Ralts (Emotion sensing friend to help him understand social rules)
[12] Eternatus (Ever see Goliath, Damian's demon dragon-bat? This. This.)
Mathew McGinnis
[1] Murkrow (They're probably everywhere in Neo-Gotham)
[2] Iron Moth ()
[3] Orange Minior ()
[4] Galarian Farfetch'd ()
[5] Pupitar ()
Jarro the Starro
[1] Starmie (Starfish friends, it likes to hold him on top of its head)
[2] Ditto (tiny squishy vigilante pals who are the same size as a batarang)
[3] Orthworm (The biggest friend he can ride on the head of)
[4] Wishiwashi (Big swarm of friends who can get big like the Starros)
[5] Espeon (Psychic cat friend befriends psychic starfish)
[6] Tangela (I just think the vibes would fit)
#Let's be honest with the big yard & forest area his property is probably full of half-wild pokemon like some sort of nature reserve lol#Honestly with them dipping into the timeline a few times is probably how they got Hisuian pokemon#Plus Terry + Mathew is from another timeline way in the future so that's probably how they got things like the future paradox pokemon#And we know there's things like islands with dinosaurs in the DC universe so that's probably how they got things like the past paradox ones#pokemon#dcu#batman au#pokemon au#dc x pokemon#Remind me to reblog with pictures of the pokemon later#bruce wayne#batfam#alfred pennyworth#batman#jason todd#cassandra cain#dick grayson#barbara gordon#harper row#cullen row#duke thomas#damian al ghul#stephanie brown#tim drake#terry mcginnis#mathew mcginnis#jarro the starro#jarro#I definitely missed some people lol
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// What was the first muse that you’ve written?
Do you have developed dynamics with the OC of another mun that has influenced your OC or Canon muse? (Tell us more about the mysterious Boog!)
In what fandom did you start?
Do you tend to focus on shipping or do you not care at all?
What are the trends when it comes to writing that you adore?
Do you still have your first blog / URL?
What’s something you wish to improve?
p.s. ♡ feel free to skip anything if this is too many questions / you don't wanna answer one / you already answered it!
𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍 / @ferromagnetiic
what was the first muse that you’ve written?
on tumblr, the first muse i ever wrote (and probably wrote horribly because what was writing) was good ol' peepo parker aka spider-man from m.arvel comics. he will forever be one of my faves!
do you have developed dynamics with the OC of another mun that has influenced your OC or Canon muse? (Tell us more about the mysterious Boog!)
*rubbing my hands together* oh boy oh boy, you just made my day by asking about my OC!! (who is still very much a WIP, but i'm getting there!) anyway, i apologize if this part gets long.
edit: it got long so i'm sticking it under a read more
'boog' aka bykovsky beauregard aka 'the sleepwalker' is my jaded af ex-marine turned reluctant pirate captain one piece OC! they hail from a small island in the north blue, are the captain of the moryana pirates, current user of the sleep-sleep devil fruit (which allows them to put people to sleep for a period of time), and one absent-minded and excessively sleepy leader who falls asleep when tasks are too boring. anyway, that's the lamest summary, but the details i have published on them so far are on my multi, here!
BUT OTHER MUNS AND THEIR INFLUENCE?? the thing i've had the most fun with in terms of boog and their plot is being able to create an entirely OC crew with some other folks~ those on boog's crew include: marina, by bells (@chronocide), who is boog's first mate and she has a lemur named giuseppe that boog hates; cash, by bunny (@horonomi), is the crew's navigator/second mate and a terribly notorious flirt and drunk; weld, by sev (@hweyd), is their part fishman, insomniac shipwright who happened to be aboard the ship that boog, marina, and cash chose to steal. he sticks around because boog's sleep-sleep ability helped him finally get some decent rest; eden, by rabbit (@malpractising), is the crew's blind, undead doctor who joined after patching boog up despite the captain's horror at a blind guy holding a suturing needle; coco, also by bunny, is a mink stowaway who joined the crew; oyabi, by light (@godthread), is the crew's helmsman and another devil fruit user from Wano, and she towers over even boog (7'3") at 13'5"; lastly, bells and i are working on two other OCs for the crew, Pip and Kip, twin brothers, who are a demolitions expert and a sharpshooter respectively, and they are fucking maniacs that boog regrets bringing onto the ship every day.
anyway, thank you for asking about boog! i love them and i get reluctant to talk about them with people outside of the crew plotting circle because they are my first attempt at writing an OC and i am just a tad nervous
in what fandom did you start?
i started out writing in the m.arvel comics fandom, before branching out to various others, then went back, then came here!
do you tend to focus on shipping or do you not care at all?
obviously based on his orientation, romantic shipping is not a priority for luffy. but on my multi and in writing other muses in the past, i do enjoy shipping! it's definitely not the first thing i look for though, and i usually consider it more of a happy byproduct after interactions happening ic or after talking a lot ooc with established friends to the point that we can be like "wait, so i was thinking- were you?" to which i respond "wait, yeah, i was thinking the same thing!" and then the rest is history and you will not get me to shut up about our ship (as you will come to know, i'm sorry but also not sorry. you asked for it)
what are the trends when it comes to writing that you adore?
the answer to this question can be found, here!!
do you still have your first blog / URL?
i actually don't lol, it was a personal blog and i know at one point i was really proud of having a bunch of followers? but then that blog was abandoned and eventually i deactivated it and remade my personal blog, that has also been subsequently abandoned and hardly used
what’s something you wish to improve?
this is a good question, because i feel like there is always something i can improve in my writing, it's just always hard to pinpoint what exactly unless it's while i'm actively writing. i think i'm trying to improve a lot by finding my own style. for the longest time in rp, i really tried to be a writer that i was not, and it made the hobby so unpleasant and difficult. so right now, i'm trying to improve on just writing, putting words down and not immediately worrying about word choice or syntax or how poetic it sounds, but just letting my own style flow.
the other thing i'm trying to improve is my method of getting myself to write. because of my adhd, i can't piece together the scattered fragments of thoughts in my head by looking at a computer screen. i will sit there and stare blankly at the screen for 4 hours if i do. instead i need to physically write my thoughts out on paper before i can even consider writing something that is longer than two sentences. so i'm working to improve my system of keeping my notebooks and notes for all my threads, inbox prompts, and musings, and just overall improve what strategies are most efficient for me.
#ferromagnetiic#❝ its not like ‘thanks’ are something i can eat ❞ — answered#❝ adhd thought dump ❞ — ooc#thanks for the questions i really appreciated them!!#but damn i wrote a lot so sorry ;-;
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Narumayo Week Day 3: Video Games/Pining
“Maya, I’m stuck in a wall!”
“You’re what?” she called from the kitchen with the tone of a mother who just caught her kids emptying a bag of flour onto the dining room floor.
Phoenix twiddled desperately with the thumbsticks, but to no avail. His character just twirled back and forth, glued tragically in place on the TV screen.
“There were a bunch of bad guys surrounding me so I was backing away from them,” he yelled to her by way of explanation, “but now I can’t get out of the corner of the room!”
“How does this keep happening to you?” Maya said as she emerged, oven-mitted hands on hips and an expression of sheer bewilderment on her face. Her hair was loose and she was wearing a pair of baggy purple pajama bottoms with a white tank top, over which she’d tied a big pink apron that said ‘WORLD’S CUTEST CHEF’, a piece that Trucy had insisted was a must-buy. “I leave you alone for two minutes to make dinner and you defy the laws of physics on me.”
Phoenix snorted a little at her getup. ‘Making dinner’ in this case constituted popping open a bag of premade salad into a bowl and putting a frozen pizza in the oven. The apron was definitely overkill.
“I’m not trying to break the game, Maya, I have no idea how any of this works!”
She sighed and peeled off the mitts as she approached, stretching out her hand to ask him for the controller. “I’ll get you out of this, Nick.”
Obediently, he handed the device over. Failing embarrassingly at video games hadn’t been exactly what he’d envisioned when they planned their evening. Trucy had been invited to a friend’s house for her first ever sleepover and had convinced Pearl to come along(not that she needed much convincing), so the two adults of the Wright Talent Agency had their first opportunity in quite some time to spend the night in the office together without kids. She had immediately suggested a game night, which he assumed meant Scrabble or something, not the high-octane zombie killing quest he was now embarked upon.
He watched as Maya tried as pointlessly as he had to unstick herself from the wall. “Wow, Nick, you really screwed up. Only one way to get out of this one.” She started throwing grenade after grenade until a massive explosion ushered in the game over screen.
“You got me killed.”
“Don’t worry, old man, you’ll respawn. Outside the wall, I hope.” Maya looked back at him with a smirk, “I just don’t get it. You’re only 27, but you have the gaming skills of a retired economics teacher.”
“I haven’t played a video game since I was a kid, okay. And why an economics teacher?”
“I dunno, it just sounds like the most boring kind of teacher.”
Onscreen, their character respawned, right in the middle of a big horde of zombies. Phoenix went white, and Maya looked at him with pity.
“Do you want me to handle them for you?”
He nodded.
“All right, I’ll show you how it’s done.”
With that, Maya commenced a one woman undead massacre. As it went on, Phoenix found his vision slipping away from the game and onto the player. Maya was absolutely enchanting to watch when she was fixated on a task. She was incredibly animated, dancing around the room like she was actually in there with the zombies, her gaze never straying from the screen. She would occasionally pause to brush her bangs out of her eyes in a quick, delicate motion that sent shivers down his spine. Adorably, the harder she concentrated the more she would stick out her tongue like some cartoon character. And, sitting behind her as he was, he couldn’t help but notice that her baggy pajama pants weren’t quite as baggy around her butt.
Phoenix put an end to that thought trail as soon as he headed down it, just like he would any time his thoughts of Maya took a sexual turn, something that he found happening more and more these days. It wasn’t necessarily that he was uncomfortable seeing Maya as sexy, anyone with eyes could see that she was an attractive woman, but he was finding it increasingly difficult to compartmentalize those feelings with his feelings for her as a friend and loved one.
Like in the past he could reminisce just fine about all the cases they’d solved together, all the fun outings they’d had with just the two of them, or with Trucy, or with Pearl, or with the four of them together, and he’d feel the same kind of love he felt for his family, or for Edgeworth or Larry. But lately, when he tried to think back about something like the picnic they had at Gourd Lake last weekend, all the happy memories of sitting in the sun, munching on ice cream sandwiches, watching Trucy and Pearl play a two-person game of tag, and debating whether Gourdy came from the Jurassic or the Cretaceous period got mixed together with thoughts about the way Maya’s hair looked when the wind blew through it, or the way her eyes sparkled like sapphires in the sunlight, or the way her sundress swished around her curves as she walked, or how much of her thigh he could see when a really big gust of wind blew at her dress.
And now Phoenix had to cut his thought short again, because he didn’t want to go down that path again. He didn’t want to admit to himself that how much he loved Maya’s presence in his life was becoming so intertwined with how much he wanted her. He didn’t want to want her. He had decided long ago that Maya was the person he loved most in the world, but if he found that he loved her that way and she didn’t feel the same, he didn’t think his heart could handle it. Better to just keep things the way they’d always been, where Maya was his best friend and he did his best to ignore how well her pajama pants showed off her assets.
“You still with us, Nick?”
Phoenix snapped back into the real world. Maya had finished her work, leaving a pile of zombie bodies in her wake. She was looking at him quizzically.
“Yeah, I’m here. Good job, Maya!”
“I do my best,” she said, handing him back the controller, “You can take it from here.”
“Thanks.”
She splashed onto the couch right next to him and he once again tried not to blush at how close she was. Focus on the game, Phoenix.
“So what were you thinking about? Off in your own little world there.”
“Pajamas.”
Phoenix watched as his character turned the corner into a new room and a monster leapt at him from the ceiling, killing him in two big hits. The two of them stared blankly at the game over screen.
“You wanna just watch a movie, Nick?”
“Yes please.”
#narumayo#narumayoweek2023#maya fey#phoenix wright#fanfic#this one's way shorter because I didn't put any of that pesky plot into it#boo plot
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Chapter 5: A Bit of Mayhem
I really enjoyed this chapter, so I'm posting it here for people to enjoy! Family fun and mayhem for everyone! (You can click the link for a more reader-friendly format than dear ol' Tumblr.)
Summary: Lydia's plan goes into action.
Friday afternoon was HOT.
Summer had dropkicked Spring all the way into next year, and now was hovering over Winter Pines, rubbing its hands together and laughing maniacally. Heat haze shimmered constantly, the black top had turned into a tar pit, what bits of shade that could be found were pale shadows of their former selves, and the telephone poles along main street had begun to wilt. It was so hot that even the jingle of the ice cream truck sounded like a cry for mercy.
“Kid,” Beetlejuice said, drooping as he followed Lydia home. “You have got to let me teleport you. I’m a corpse. I’m going to start rotting in this heat.”
Lydia held her nose. “You sure you haven’t already?”
Rolling his eyes, he stretched his arm out so he could flick her forehead. “Oh ha-ha. Just for that, I’m going to take over the garbage truck and unload it right into your bedroom window. Then you’ll know the truth about stench."
“You could take off your coat, maybe loosen your tie?” He clutched at his coat and she sighed. “Or not. You do realize I have no intention of stealing your stinky old coat, right? I don’t think the even most desperate homeless person out there would even consider it as an option. Heck, I wouldn’t let an undead cat have undead kittens on it!”
He frowned at her. “Okay. Hurtful.”
"Truthful. Your whole outfit could use a wash even more than you.”
Grumbling, he folded his arms and went into a sulk. Lydia matched his silence until they got to the house. Her gaze moved to the window. Yes, there it was. A bright blue crystal set on the sill. That was the signal that all was prepared.
“I’m going to go change into something cooler,” she said, quickly dumping her bag and shoes and heading for the stairs. “Why don’t you raid the freezer?”
He brightened. “Popsicles?”
“Why not? It’s the day for it.”
Humming happily, Beetlejuice drifted into the kitchen and started poking around in the freezer. Finding his prize, he pulled the wrapper off, ate that, then stuck the popsicle in his mouth. Even though he was alone for the moment, (where were Delia and the Maitlands anyway?) he amused himself by wrapping his long tongue around the popsicle in a suggestive manner, and then giggling as he imagined everyone’s reaction.
Someone cleared their throat behind him and he forced himself not to tense. God/Satan he needed to get over this ‘not liking people behind me’ thing. Sure, he’d never felt comfortable with anyone behind him, but after the whole ‘bad art’ incident, it gave him knots in his stomach like he was going to puke— He should get over it.
Taking a breath, he put a grin on his face and gave the popsicle an extra innuendo-inducing lick as he turned. “Adam… hey s— my man. How ya been?”
Adam gave him what he could only describe as a sheepish smile. “Sorry about this. Have fun, okay?”
“Wha—?” Before he could finish his question, the backdoor flew open behind him and Adam gave him a ghost-powered shove.
Beetlejuice was unprepared, which was the only reason he went flying. And being unprepared was the only reason he hit the grass on his back, plowing up a furrow of dirt, instead of landing on his feet or doing a backflip, as he definitely would’ve done under any other circumstance. That was his story, and he would stick to it.
Groaning, Beetlejuice started to sit up when a shadow fell over him. It was Charles, wearing a dingy t-shirt, those dad sandals that were one step short of flip-flops, and… green swim shorts? The fuck? He was also wearing a huge grin. That was unusual, but it wasn’t what set alarm bells ringing through Beetlejuice’s head. What got the alarm bells going was the absolutely enormous water gun pointed right at his chest.
Still smiling, Charles pulled the slide on the gun and said, “You have to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well do ya, punk?”
Beetlejuice had barely enough time to register that Charles was not only quoting Dirty Harry, but quoting it correctly, before he got blasted.
Swearing, he tried to get away, completely forgetting that he was a demon with powers stupid humans could only dream of.
“BJ! Over here!”
Delia’s voice got his attention and he looked to see her around the corner of the house. She was laughing! But she was also waving to him, urging him over, and all he wanted was to get away from the ungodly amount of water being sprayed on him, so he teleported.
“Cheater!” Charles shouted as he reappeared next to Delia.
Still laughing, Delia used a towel to wipe his face, then pushed something into his hands. “I’m nicer than Charles. I’ll give you a ten second head start.”
“What?!” He looked down to find himself holding a super soaker (not as big as Charles’s, though). Another look showed that Delia was in a tie-dye bikini and a crochet cover-up, and was duel-wielding two water pistols. Normally, he would’ve made a comment, but he was kept from doing so by another stream of water. This one wasn’t aimed at him though, and Delia shrieked, dancing in place as Charles roared with laughter. She whirled on her fiancée, guns held sideways, gangster style.
“Oh, I’ll get you for that, Charles!”
Taking advantage of the distraction, Beetlejuice dashed off, still not knowing what in hellgates was going on. His confusion was compounded as he saw Lydia jumping out her window.
He scrambled to catch her, only to realize that Barbara had beat him to it and was lowering the girl down. Both women saw him and started laughing.
“I see the fight’s begun already!” Lydia shouted, and raised her own gun—which looked bigger than she was— and pointed it right at him as she floated. “Prepare for annihilation.”
“Not you too!” he wailed, back peddling and just barely avoiding the shot she took at him. The grass was already slippery, and the tread on his boots was so worn it was like running across a marble floor in socks. “What the fuck is going on?!”
“It’s hot, you doofus! We’re cooling off! Fight back!”
“What?!”
“Delia gave you your gun. Point and shoot, or surrender now.” Lydia landed, gave Barbara a thumbs up, then turned to Beetlejuice. Her smile frightened him and he found himself clutching his gun to himself like a shield and backing up. She must’ve seen his confused fear, because, more gently, she said, “This is supposed to be fun, BJ. Just a little bit of mayhem to beat the heat. A water fight.” She motioned to herself and the swimsuit she wore. “You have to have seen water fights before, right?”
Water fights?
He looked down at the gun, then back at her, and the smile she wore was suddenly less ominous. He knew what her fake smile looked like, he reminded himself. Lydia actually was a pretty terrible liar. She was smiling like she had when they were haunting the house, or singing during their revenge concert. Like she was… having fun. Not like she had when she’d come back from the Netherworld with a plan for murder.
Okay, so this was just playing? He heard Delia and Charles laughing behind him, and relaxed some more. They laughed like that while playing games, or cooking, or even cleaning the house sometimes.
This was playing.
He looked back down at his water gun again, smiled, and brought it to bear— and immediately got hit in the face. Sputtering, he swiped the water from his eyes and laughed, really laughed. “Oh you little nerk! It is on!”
“Bring it, bug boy!”
Beetlejuice had just managed to score a hit when both he and Lydia were ambushed by Charles and Delia, who had teamed up. The next few minutes were filled with chaos, which was right up his alley once he got used to the idea that he wasn’t the only cause. Didn’t mean he couldn’t be a major contributor though.
Beetlejuice pulled off a fantastic slide through Charles’s legs, then shot him right in the butt. Charles yelped and did a most undignified dance, and Delia laughed so hard she fell down, which made her easy prey for Lydia.
“You know what would make this even more awesome?” Beetlejuice asked, getting to his feet and holding his gun up like an action star. The three Deetz’s eyes widened in horror as Beetlejuice answered his own question: “MORE ME!”
The clones poofed into being, all of them holding some form of water gun. One next to Lydia tried to squirt her, only to find that his gun was empty. It glared at Beetlejuice and stamped its foot, gesturing toward the gun then at Lydia. Obviously, it felt cheated. She started to giggle, but kindly refrained from shooting the unarmed.
“I can’t make food or drink, remember? Go fill those up.” Beetlejuice pointed to the kiddie pool they’d been using for fast refills (and a dunking pond). There was a mass scramble in that direction. Delia tried to cut them off, only to get squirted by Beetlejuice. “Oh no you don’t! You people wanted some mayhem, so I’m going to make sure you get mayhem!”
“I’m on Beetlejuice’s side now!” Lydia shouted, defecting to the side with overwhelming numbers like the smart girl she was.
“Traitor,” Charles accused. “I buy you pizza and this is how you repay me?”
She brought her gun up. “Sorry Dad, but there is no loyalty in— Wait, you bought pizza?”
“Of course. We’re going to be hungry after this. Delivery should arrive in half an hour. Also, no betrayal take backs.” He soaked her from head to toe while she squealed and laughed. By that point, the clones had their guns ready to go and everything devolved into PVP.
Barbara watched Beetlejuice… playing, there was no other word for it, and could barely believe the difference. It was as if he’d shed some invisible, uncomfortable weight, and was now free to act like a… a person, not a demon. Soaked to the bone, hair and suit plastered to his skin, he laughed like a little kid as he scooped up a flailing Delia and dropped her in the kiddie pool, only to get pulled in after her. The splash as he hit the water was too big to be natural, because it managed to get both Charles and Lydia, who were standing a fair distance away.
Delia and Beetlejuice both sat in the middle of the pool, leaning on each other, almost paralyzed by the cold water and their own laughter, but Beetlejuice didn’t hesitate at all when Charles offered him a hand up. He also didn’t hesitate to join Charles in hunting down Lydia after she sniped them both from behind some bushes.
Was this the Beetlejuice Lydia saw and loved so much? The one who had haunted their house with her, helped her play school-wide pranks, and practiced music and dancing with her? It must be. In that moment, Barbara understood why Lydia had chosen this particular method to bring the ‘family’ together. What better method to get a mischievous demon to let his guard down than to play a mischievous game?
She felt Adam put an arm around her waist and she leaned against him, both of them watching their family playing outside. Their job had been to keep the doors and windows shut so Beetlejuice couldn’t escape inside, but that didn’t look like it was going to be an issue anymore. He was having too much fun.
Beetlejuice summoned his clones and Adam kissed the top of her head, then chuckled. “Looks like it’s our turn.”
Lydia had wanted to make sure that the Maitlands were included in the fun and games today, and they had told her not to worry, that they’d be fine watching. What they hadn’t told her was that they had a scheme of their own.
Giggling, Barbara took a leaf from a certain demon’s book and said, “It’s Showtime!”
Beetlejuice, almost out of ‘ammo’ and on his way to get a refill, was the first to spot the garden hose uncoiling itself. It had been left in the kiddie pool, and none of them paid any attention to it except to make sure it was on enough to keep the pool full.
Stunned, all he could do was stare, mouth agape, as the hose rose up like a particularly large and skinny snake. Then the tap turned and the hose hit him full blast. He tried to get away, slipped, and ate dirt.
“Holy shit! Retreat!” he shouted, or tried to shout. It came out more of a gurgle. Since he was facedown in muddy grass, he wasn’t witness to much, but he could hear the Deetz yelling and he felt his clones’ alarm as their weapons ran dry. Shaking his eyes clear of mud, he looked around and saw that they’d all been rounded up.
The sound of laughter directed his attention to the roof, and he was in for his third big shock that day, and probably the biggest of all. The freaking Maitlands were on the roof, Adam obviously directing the actions of the hose snake, but what was Barbara up to? His question was answered as she raised her arms and a veritable swarm of water balloons rose into the air.
“Blitz!” he hollered, just before the swarm descended.
As a fat, pink balloon splashed all over him, he discovered that these were no ordinary water balloons. They had bubbles in them. Was that even a thing? How was that possible? He sneezed and a bunch of bubbles flew away. It was so ridiculous he started laughing again, and used his magic to give the bubbles a boost so that when the next balloon hit Lydia, she resembled a snowman in an instant.
This brought a whole new element to the game, and he couldn’t help but urge more bubbles into being, until the backyard was awash in them. The smallest of the clones and Lydia were actually able to army crawl under and through the mess, and they, along with Adam’s hose snake, became everyone else’s nemesis.
Finally, actually tired for once, Beetlejuice sat down amidst the sea of bubbles, still chuckling as his clones vanished one by one with a flourish and a bow.
Delia waded over to him, smiling broadly. “Tuckered out? Perfect timing. Pizza should be here soon, and we don’t want to give them a reason to take us off their delivery list again. Would you mind clearing this away, sweetie?”
Sweetie. Trying to ignore how being called by an actual pet name made him feel all fuzzy inside, he waved a hand at the frothy bubbles, sending the lot flying away in a strong breeze. Rule Three, after all. Clean up after yourself.
Charles had taken possession of the hose and was using it to rinse himself and Lydia free of bubbles. “Come over here, you two,” he called. Delia pulled Beetlejuice back to his feet and they obediently went over to get rinsed.
“Did you have fun, Beej?” Lydia asked.
Slicking his hair away from his face, he grinned at her. “Yeah actually. When did you come up with this, you little chaos gremlin?”
“Earlier this week. The news said a heatwave was going to hit today, and it had been a long time since I had a good water fight, so I figured it would be fun for everyone.” She looked up at the Maitlands, who were sitting on the edge of the roof, obviously pleased with themselves, and laughed. “They got me though. I wonder where they got all those water balloons from!”
He put a hand on his hip and followed her gaze, squinting up at the two ghosts. Then he smiled and waved for Charles to wait a minute with the hose. “You know, they should get the whole experience. Just to be fair.”
Barbara and Adam were watching the bubbles, still visible in the distance, and wondering how far they’d drift, when there was a pop! of displaced air in front of them. Beetlejuice appeared, floating and grinning ear to ear.
“Hey Adam, remember that Flashdance bit I did when we first met?” Reaching up, he pulled an invisible rope, and all the remaining water from the kiddie pool was dumped on top of them.
It had been more than a month since either Maitland had experienced the sensation of being wet, and a lot longer than that since they’d been soaked while fully dressed. It had also been a long time since they’d really experienced temperature. Having cold water dumped over them was a shock, to say the very least
Barbara managed a tiny shriek, while Adam just gasped and coughed. Once the flood had stopped, they shook water out of their eyes, looked at each other, then burst out laughing.
“Oh my goodness!” Adam laughed, grinning broadly. He turned his smile on Beetlejuice, who seemed startled by this reaction. “How did you do that?”
“Uh, I dunno? I just do it.” Beetlejuice eyed them both warily. “You guys could do it too. It’s in the damn Handbook. Like, chapter seven. Re-uniting the state of immaterial with that of the material plane through the application of conviction and expectation."
“Thank you. And thanks for the tip,” Adam said encouragingly.
“Yeah, sure.” Giving them a last confused look, he vanished, reappearing down with the rest of the family.
Adam turned to her, still smiling, and pushed hair away from her face. “That was refreshing. We should give those chapters another try tonight!”
“We’ll do that,” Barbara agreed. They sat, enjoying themselves, then a thought occurred to her. “Um, Adam? How are we going to dry off?”
Notes: Buy a water gun and soak someone you love today.
#beetlejuice musical#beetlejuice fanfiction#Strange and Unusual Summer#Whole chapter#chaos is a bonding experience
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Febuwhump Day 5 (“That’s Gonna Scar”): Why The Hero’s Shade Lacks An Eye
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Link winced as Zel wrapped the bandage around his head, adjusting it so it lay over the wound that had been slashed across his eye. He’d tried to dodge the attack, but all that had resulted in was his eye being injured instead of his neck.
“It’s not that bad!” he complained. “Hardly a scratch!”
The other man just sighed at him.
“I’m pretty sure that sword was cursed. It’s not the type of wound that can be healed by magic. You’ll be lucky to keep that eye, and it’ll scar for sure.”
Link ignored him. It wasn’t as if he needed both eyes especially much. Sure, it might be a bit of an adjustment for his vision, but he’d managed to adjust to Deku Scrub, Zora, and Goron bodies well enough in the past— compared to that, a lack of binocular vision should be easy.
“I think you just don’t understand because you’re royalty. You’re above the woes of the common people like scrapes and bruises—“
He was cut off as Zel gave him a light whack on the back of his head.
“You do realise that as the future King of Hyrule, I could easily tell the guards to not let you out of the castle until you’re fully recovered?”
“Not even into town?!”
“Not even. And I assure you, I’ve had plenty of scrapes and bruises in my life— Sheikah training isn’t exactly easy.”
Link paused to consider that, and concluded that it was probably true. He’d seen Zel do some pretty impressive things that you wouldn’t expect a prince to be capable of at all, like the time he’d dared him to dared him to jump Gerudo Canyon on horseback when they were fifteen, or when they’d explored under Hyrule Castle together, or the entire situation the two of them had ended up in that had led to his injury, fighting a group of undead warriors in the graveyard of Kakariko Village.
Checking to make sure the bandages were properly tightened— he trusted Zel but it had become habit by now— he got up from where he’d been sitting.
“So, will we stick around and make sure everything is alright here, or head back to the castle?” he asked, hoping for the first option. Zel just laughed at him.
“Castle first. There’s a great fairy there, and if that wound can be healed by her, it won’t be for much longer. We’ll stop to buy some food at the inn in Kakariko, then head down.”
Link sighed.
“Do we have to buy food? There’s plenty edible around here.”
Zel just frowned at him.
“Link, I know that you grew up eating whatever you could find in the forest, but after all this, I’d really appreciate a hot dinner.”
“You know I don’t trust cooked food. Anything that smells that nice has to be a trap!”
As they made their way into Kakariko, bickering as they walked, Link slowly forgot the pain across his face until it felt like nothing was wrong at all.
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#legend of zelda#loz#the legend of zelda#febuwhump 2023#oot#ocarina of time#oot zelda#oot link#trans zelda#my writing#febuwhump
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