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#there was something about zombies but I don't remember the name

big-bad-bassgirl · 11 months

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I would like film and series to stop using Muse song. I get captivated.

#Siren #muse group #muse band #twilight #there was something about zombies but I don't remember the name

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neoarchipelago · 8 months

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No but imagine finding zombie!ghost. He obviously is different, doesn't try to attack you, his jaw looks broken. He steps away from you as soon as he realizes you're in the same room. You take pity on him, and you lower the gun pointed on his head. Very contradictory, ending him would probably end his suffering. But there's something in his white dead eyes that shows an ounce of something.

You Cary on your way but remain in the same small town. You see him run around once in a while, fighting other zombies. He's one of the fastest zombies you've seen since the outbreak. It sends chills of terror through your body. Sometimes you catch his eye as you rummage through some leftovers left in the houses. He tilts his head, once he even seems to keep away an undead that got too close.

But that couldn't be true. After all... he's just a corpse... infected by a brain controlling virus.

After two weeks of seeing him, from afar and sometimes way too close, you start to wonder what's so different about him. You lay awake in the bed of an abandoned bedroom after you've secured the house you're in. Until you hear footsteps. Quite ones. Human ones.

You panic and rush to jump on your knife, ready to fight but the door flies open and a large man jumps on you, you kick and fight, stabbing him in the shoulder blade but he pins you down. And you think it's over, that's it. Until a common growl is heard. And suddenly it's him, dragging the man on top of you away. Scratching at his throat while blood gushes out. You want to throw up but you're so shocked you can't look away.

When the man doesn't move anymore, he turns to you, looking at you and tilting his head. You tried to catch your breath. He just saved you. Now you're sure he's different. You crawl to him and he takes a step back. You raise your hands in surrender and you watch him fall to his knees. You scan his attire, a military man obviously. You can't seem to find a name. Until you remember that they have dog tags. You scoot closer, he flinches.

"I just... want to see your dog tags. Do you understand?"

What are you doing? Talking to a zombie who probably doesn't understand you anymore. That simply has a tiny bit of humanity left. Probably not for long. Your hands raise slowly and he doesn't move. Your heart is beating so fast and so loudly in your ears. When your fingers touch his cold neck you shiver, trying to touch a hint of a chain. Until you do. And you slowly retrieve the tags from underneath his vest.

"Lt. Simon 'ghost' Riley." You read. "Simon..." he growls almost annoyed. "Ghost?" You try. He lowers his head.

You don't know if you're in shock or dreaming. You scan his vest, a hint of paper in one of his front pockets intriguing your brain. You point at it.

"Can I see?"

He doesn't make a move so you tempt it. You retrieve it, it's a picture. A squad with four men. Him, obviously and three others. Behind, 'task force 141' is roughly scribbled.

"your team... are they dead?"

No answer. As if he could speak.

"you're... looking for them?" You tempt, frowning slightly.

He growls. Yes. He is. He's kept his humanity for a little while. Because he wants to find his team.

You sigh, putting back the picture in his pocket carefully and his dog tags in his vest. You keep scanning him, looking at his attire his face, the blood and dirt.

"We should get you a little cleaning..." you say mindlessly. He tilts his head.

He saved your life. You owe him. You owe this undead man. Should you help him? After all... you aren't busy with anything else but surviving.

#fanfics #fanfiction #fanfic #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost cod #cod mw2 #zombie ghost #zombie simon riley

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theminecraftbee · 2 months

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Grian had taken her aside quietly. He'd awkwardly talked around the idea of her remembering now; apparently, he didn't know if her victory counted. She'd rubbed the back of her head and hadn't quite realized what he was talking about and said something about the games and, ah. Apparently she does remember now. Apparently the victory counts. Apparently this means he needs to say sorry.

Cleo considers not accepting the apology. Grian would get the wrong idea then. If she said: you don't need to apologize for shit, or maybe, there's nothing to apologize for, he'd take that as: you are exactly as bad as you're convinced you are. Honestly, Cleo's not sure whether that means Grian would decide he'd done nothing wrong or everything, but that's besides the point.

She'd never not remembered, is the point.

Frankly, Cleo hadn't realized people were meant to be not remembering. She's honestly a bit embarrassed not to have figured it out. Surely that can't be right. Cleo has held every single slight and every single ally and every single person she has ever connected to right in her ribcage, next to where her carved-out, unbeating, torn-up heart lies, the entire time these games have gone on. Each game, a new fact carved into the bone that makes them up.

Names ribbon around her memories. Bdubs and the Crastle and Scott and soulmates and Pearl and friend-turned-foe and Etho and survivor and Bigb and traitor and Scar and son and everything else. She wouldn't be the same at all if she didn't remember. Everything she is, it's built on top of everyone that was.

Maybe it's a zombie thing. The undead are said to be memories that can't fade as much as anything else, after all.

But she can't really explain this to Grian, of course. If nothing else, that would require explaining the place he's taken next to her heart, too, and frankly, that's way too mushy for the both of them. What ends up coming out her mouth is: "Oh. Does that really change anything?"

Grian stares at her a moment.

"You know, I guess not?" he says.

"Right then," Cleo says. "Cool. Good to know my victory means nothing then."

Grian squawks. "You can't just say it like that! That's depressing!"

Good enough.

She buries 'not-supposed-to-remember' 'not-sure-if-it-counts' 'laughing-as-scott-dies' and 'I-have-always remembered' in the same place in her ribcage, so she won't forget it, and then she does the thing that sets her apart from the common zombie:

She moves on.

#trafficfic #trafficblr #real life smp #(and all the rest)#zombiecleo #a bee fic #so okay the thing is my cleo character meta/understanding DOES NOT WORK with 'only victors remember'#because traffic!cleo is a character that ONLY works through the steady build across series #maybe more than anyone else cleo holds onto things across each series and ESPECIALLY relationships #and none of them can really be taken without the full context #so this is just me having fun with that i guess #ENJOY.

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heavenlycloud · 3 months

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le sserafim reaction to you doing a tiktok trend on them: le sserafim x fem! reader

authors note: i wrote this back when these trends were actually trending a few months ago. this wasn't requested but i got the idea while scrolling through tiktok and forgot to post it so here it is!

tw// VERY VERY light barely there suggestive remarks

sakura ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

you and your members had just gotten finished with weeks of packed schedules with little rest. finally, you were finally fixing your sleeping schedule and feeling less like a zombie and more like a human being again. your members were decompressing in their own ways like yunjin who was lost in her own world strumming on her guitar in the room beside yours. chaewon and kazuha were watching some new drama in the living room and eunchae was asleep in her room. sakura busied herself with her new hobby, crocheting, while listening to a video with her headphones on. you watched your girlfriend make her new project- a small bag made of mesh-like stitches. her brows furrowed in concentration as she tried to count her stitches in her head so not to disturb you sitting silently across from her. she assumed you were reading a new book from your online library but you were actually just watching tiktoks. after seven chapters of your novel you'd lost interest and switched to something more entertaining. you'd stumbled onto a trend of girls asking their boyfriends to hand them an orange, then asking if they'd peel it for them to see the reaction. with nothing else to do you decided to give it a try:

"kkura?" you poked your girlfriend with your socked foot and she answered without looking up from her crocheting, "yes?" you put your phone in your lap and sighed, "i want a clementine, do you know if we have any?" sakura hummed and looked up, "there's some in the kitchen inside of the refrigerator in the bottom left drawer. i just got them for you yesterday on my way home." you smiled at the mention because you didn't ask her to buy them for you yesterday, she just did it because she thought you'd enjoy them. you clasped a clip back onto one of the twists that fell into your face before you asked sweetly, "can you please get it?" without hesitation sakura nodded and said while still focusing on the hook and yarn in her hand, "gimmie one second." when she finished her row she went to get your clementine and returned with two and a paper towel.

your girlfriend sat back down and began peeling the clementines for you without you having to ask. she even pulled the little stringy parts that you hated most off and threw them away with the peels. when she handed you back the peeled fruits you asked, "why did you peel them for me?" sakura answered easily, "you don't like how the peels gets stuck under your nails so i did it. enjoy." you leaned over and kissed her cheek, "thank you, kkura." she pressed a kiss to your temple, "of course my love."

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despite being a part of gen z and being called one of the best gen z idols by fans, you were underqualified in one area: social media. you didn't even remember to check your texts let alone what was trending across different apps. the only reason you knew if something was on trend or not was because of fans or your friends teaching you. however, after being teased about it you promised yourself that you'd keep up a little more just for fun. plus, your bosses suggested it'd be good for fan service and engagement which was always a good thing. but, what wasn't a good thing was that little promise to keep up with trends resulted in you now being 'chronically online' according to yunjin. you scrolled through your for you page and watched yet another video of a woman asking her partner, "name a woman." after going down a rabbit hole of the same type of video you decided to try it out on your own girlfriend.

"baby." you shook chaewon lightly as she laid in your arms with her cheek pressed against your bare shoulder. she answered sleepily, "hmmm?" you grinned as you told her, "name a woman."

chaewon pulled away from you slightly and asked, "what do you mean?" you responded plainly, "name a woman." your girlfriend toyed with one of your box braids and asked once more in confusion, "any woman?" you clarified, "any woman." she then replied without a second thought, "han sohee." you let out a huff and tried again, "name a different woman." chaewon answered again with a different name, "bada lee." you could almost hear the smile in her voice that time and you whined, "you were supposed to say my name!" your girlfriend pulled away from you fully and told you, "you said 'name a woman' not 'name my woman'. there's a difference, you're mine."

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you were no stranger to the song water by tyla or the dance challenge that went along with it. one evening while you were on a weverse live you'd played the song after seeing people comment the title. you sang along to it and mentioned with a smirk, "i want to perform this on a stage so bad guys. i learned the dance and everything but i don't know if i'd ever be able to show you. ever since you'd randomly danced to WAP during a live a year ago, you've been monitored more than your other members. but after fans demanded for days on end you were finally allowed to post your water challenge on tiktok.

"i dunno i think you need to do it again." yunjin sat in front of you with her back against the mirror in the dance practice room. your girlfriend was acting as your camerawoman for your tiktok challenge, and she had you redo the dance nearly 15 times now. you taught her the dance earlier and she was doing it a little too well yet she insisted only you be in the video. she eyed you up and down with her gaze lingering on your rolled up tank top and sweatpants that sat low on your hips. you sighed and did the dance again along to the music before asking her, "was that one better? lemme see-" you reached for her phone and she said, "oh i wasn't recording that." your eyes widened and you asked, "wha- why not?! were you recording any of them?" yunjin shook her head and you smacked her arm, "yunjin! you had one job!" your girlfriend defended herself, "what? you can't expect me to remember what i'm supposed to do if you're shaking all that in my face." she wrapped her arms around your waist and kissed your neck but you pulled away.

you told her, "you can have me later okay? now focus!" just as you were pulling away she looped her fingers around one of the strings of beads that sat on your hips. yunjin tied a hoodie around your torso and said, "much better. now i can focus." you rolled your eyes and told her, "you're no better than a man." she waved you off, "yeah okay. just do your little dance...i'm ready now i swear."

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you knew that yunjin created a monster when she introduced your members to chipotle and not even a full day later kazuha was saying she missed it. every time she looked back through her camera roll for pictures to post she was sending her chipotle photo to the group chat saying she wanted it again. you found it hilarious because all it took was one bowl and she was already whining about how korea needed to get hip to the fast food chain.

one night after scrolling through your tiktok feed you saw a man recreate chipotle at home for his wife so you thought you'd try it for kazuha. you couldn't find all of the exact recipes but you came pretty close despite the fact that cilantro just doesn't really exist in korea. but knowing your girlfriend, she'd appreciate anything that you gave her so it was fine.

"zuha! baby come here i have something for you." you called kazuha to the kitchen where you had all of the food laid out in containers on the table. you handed her a bowl and said, "i made you chipotle." kazuha's eyes lit up and she nearly jumped over the table to tackle you into a hug. she clapped her hands together and you stood on the other side of the table to serve her your home version of chipotle. she was more than happy to post about it on weverse, showing the meal off to everyone especially knowing that her members weren't around to steal any off her plate.

#kpop fanfic #girl group imagines #girl group scenarios #kpop imagines #girl group fluff #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #le sserafim scenarios #lesserafim imagines #le sserafim reactions #kpop girl group #yunjin imagines #kazuha imagines #sakura imagines #chaewon imagines #le sserafim x reader

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mikareo · 7 months

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⌗ they're just drawings? ₊ ˖ ་. nanami kento x fem reader (0.6k)

genre . . boyfriend!nanami, fluffy bickering, about attack on titan but doesn't explicitly say so, swearing summary . . nanami doesn't understand your obsession with 2D men; especially 2D men who look better than him. note . . this piece is personal.

"ohmygod i don't know if i can handle this."

you're pacing back and forth on your living room carpet. the tv is on with the pause sign glowing in the bottom left corner as the last episode of your favorite series ever has just released worldwide. it's been over ten years since the first episode aired and you're an avid manga reader— that being said, going into tonight whilst knowing the absolute devastation you're about to endure has you wanting to cry.

"it's just a show, c'mon let's start." ugh, he's always like this.

"it's not 'just a show', though." you grumble, crossing your arms and sending your oh-so-lovely boyfriend a glare. "you don't get it kento."

"this is serious shit."

nanami's giving you that familiar look he always has written across his face whenever you try to get him to understand your shows. it's not a look laced with judgement, but one that genuinely doesn't understand what the hell you're going on about. he tries his best to share your interests— he's quite literally watched every single episode of every single show you're interested in— however, that doesn't change the fact that it just really isn't his thing.

"you remember two last year when that manga chapter came out?" jogging his memory isn't usually this difficult, it's just that you give him a word-for-word summary of every manga you read.

"the one you cried over?" he looks confused, but he's slowly getting to the same point as you. "with the zombies?"

"okay, they're not zombies; but, yes, that one."

with his head nodding, you can see he's not quite getting your explanation. this is impossible. "kento, remember you had to come over because i was crying too much? it was the really bad night. my favorite character was killed off remember?"

his brown eyes widen with realization and he begins to nod an affirmative yes. "you were so upset i thought you were breaking up with me."

"exactly!" you exclaim so loudly that his head snaps towards you in shock. whoops, maybe you're a little too pumped about this. "this show ending is almost more upsetting than breaking up with you!"

that definitely wasn't the right thing to say to him.

nanami's brows are furrowed, contemplating the weight of what you just said and you can't blame him. you did just compare losing him to the death of a fictional character; which is clearly crazy, but what else can he expect dating you? he's the one who's head over heels for your obsessive nature— with romance and fiction— and you have no reason to feel bad for simply loving something so much that it consumes your very being. after all, you love him even more than that.

"you'd cry more if you broke up with me, though. right?" he's searching for an answer that he already knows the answer to.

your arms around his neck and you press a soft kiss to his lips. "my world would end without you." a smile graces your lips and you know that that expression is his favorite sight in the world. he's told you so many times before that if he could name an eighth great wonder, it would be you. "if i were an author, i'd never kill you off. you're too handsome."

a light laugh escapes nanami's lips and he showers your cheeks in kisses. "you're ridiculous." he says, shaking his head in disbelief and amusement; yet he still gently grabs you by the waist and carries you to the couch.

resting his arm over your shoulders and pressing the play button, he gifts you with a firm kiss on the forehead. "let's watch, baby."

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stellocchia · 6 months

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Thinking of Secret Life SMP hybrid headcanons right now...

Grian would be a parrotlet. They're the smallest group of parrots and I feel like with how pathetic he's been this season he deserves to be just a little guy. He's still a pesky bird who, as season 6 proved, can definitely cause some mischief despite his reduced size, but he's a little guy anyway.

Jimmy is not a canary. Because, yes, he may have the canary curse, but that's just a fancy name for the curse, not necessarily his hybrid type. No, my man is a dog. He's a goddamn chihuahua. He's all bark and annoying but you take a single threatening step toward him and he shivers in fear.

On the topic of dogs, Martyn is a pomeranian. I'm specifically making him a small dog too because, despite wanting to act cool at the end of session 6, he is still very much the one who was first on yellow and red. My man is not big dog-coded.

Now, unpopular opinion, but Scar is a raccoon hybrid. He's a mischievous chaotic menace of a man. A little criminal ready to scam, commit arson, kill, and steal. He's a raccoon. He hasn't burrowed under anyone's house yet (that I remember at least) but that wouldn't be out of character either. Honestly, I'm appalled by the fact that this isn't a far more popular headcanon for him.

And, before I move on from dogs, Etho is also dog-coded. Specifically an Akbash (big white golden retriever-looking fuckers used for the protection of livestock). I just feel like the protectiveness and overall vibe fit him very well.

Finally, moving on from dogs. Cleo is obviously a zombie hybrid. There are no two ways around it. Though this does allow for my little headcanon that, having to learn on their own skin how to sew they became really good and really quick and they're the ones making all the new outfits for everyone else.

Gem meanwhile is specifically a sculk hybrid. Though I like to think that that came about when she opened the portal. She was a deer hybrid before (mostly because I like the subversion of expectations with a "prey" hybrid so to speak being arguably the most bloodthirsty person on the server) and then it spread like an infection. I figure by now her infected half straight-up looks something like Belos monster for from TOH:

Scott is something like a Reakirt’s Blue Butterfly. Both because the colors match him, and because he is kinda The Social Butterfly. My man is always out and about mingling with others. He's so friendly that he literally didn't struggle to pull off the "love you" challenge when everyone admitted that no one else would have been able to. It would be a waste not to make him some kind of butterfly at least.

Now, for Impulse I have something less reasoned, I just think the idea of him being an imp called Impulse is way too funny to resist. And he is way more of a mischievous one than I usually see people talk about. I've seen the phasmophobia stream where he killed everyone with the cursed items several times in a row just because he wanted to try them out. I know what he's capable of.

Meawhile his bestie Skizz is so capibara coded it's unreal. Like, don't get me wrong, he's plenty chaotic. But also you will never find anyone more lawful good in the Life Series than him. I've been thinking this since Love Island was founded. My man is the king of chilling with everyone. (Aside from Jimmy, rip Jimmy).

At the risk of being boring, I also like seeing Tango as a salamander hybrid. Exclusively because of the mythological connection between salamanders and fire. Also, the idea that every time he's flying (though it's funnier if it's also when he's simply jumping) he's nothing but a ball of fire with a lizard tail is very funny to me.

BigB is a hard one because I've only watched a couple of episodes from his POV so I'm not quite as familiar with the lore surrounding him as I am with the others. So I'm not sure. I want to say enderman because of his cryptid vibes this season, but he's not one of the characters with the biggest connection to the end. Those are mostly BDubs, Gem, and Lizzie, so I don't know. I'm open to suggestions.

Talking about BDubs, why are there no ender dragon hybrid headcanons for him around? I think it would be incredibly ironic if the dragon slayer was a dragon himself. Also, his house is under the Earth just like the End portals. Trust me, it makes so much sense. He's small but so full of righteous anger.

Pearl is no hybrid, she's literally just a witch. I've seen the WITCH animatic and that fundamentally changed my view of her forever. Before I would have said a moth hybrid of some kind because I do like moth Pearl, but I love that specific interpretation so much it's unreal. She is a witch with an army of hellhounds at her back and call.

Mumbo is a vampire because I've seen some art of vampire Mumbo at some point in time and it hasn't left my head since. Also, he's one of the players with the highest bloodlust every time he turns red. We're 2 for 2 on that with his appearances in the Life series. And it's usually also what leads to his demise. So I feel like that would be fitting for a vampire.

Meanwhile, my dearly beloved blorbo Joel is a honey-badger. This is a headcanon that is incredibly dear to me and I've never seen around but it's literally SO FITTING. The absolute crackhead energy, the lack of self-preservation, and the surprising sturdiness as time and time again he gets himself in impossible situations and still manages to survive until pretty much the end are all that exact honey-badger vibe. Like, just thinking of him summoning a hoard of zombies to fight off several infected and surviving for quite a while in those conditions just, really proves my point. Enough said.

Lizzie meanwhile is a very sad sopping wet cat. Just absolutely miserable. One of those cats who look like they're constantly grumpy. The frown has deepened ever since no one came to her party and she's still frowning in the void of death.

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raining-dreams · 8 months

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Best Underrated Shows

Saving Me

Saving Me is about a lonely old guy who invents a time machine so he can go back to his child self and fix all his past mistakes. I learned about this show from this video titled Watch THIS instead of Hailey's On It by M!n!mal M!ss Art. Despite this video, I was still very excited to watch Hailey's On It. It seemed like a story with a cool premise and cute art style (and ultimately I do really like the show) But Hailey's On It wasn't gonna be out for weeks when I came across this video and this video really sold me on giving Saving Me a try. I never would have even heard of this show without that youtube video which would have been a real shame because Saving Me is fantastic! I hope this show reaches more people and I'm dying for a season 3!!!!!

House of Anubis

Mystery is my favorite genre and House of Anubis is chuck full of it. I used to be obsessed with this show back in high school. I had so much fun coming up with theories and live-blogging my thoughts and opinions about each new episode. Some of the acting & dialogue could be a little cringe sometimes but the story is just so good that it doesn't matter. I've heard that Het Huis Anubis (the Dutch version of the show that House of Anubis is based on) is even better, though I haven't gotten around to watching it yet.

Over the Garden Wall

Those of us who have seen Over the Garden Wall seem to agree that this show is amazing! Which makes it feel a little weird to call it underrated. But it seems like so few people have actually seen it. Maybe because it was a mini series, it couldn't reach the same level of popularity as other shows of similar quality. If you like Gravity Falls, you'll likely enjoy Over the Garden Wall as well. (Wirt is even voiced by the same guy who voiced Dipper!) I would highly recommend anyone that hasn't seen it already.

Dead End: Paranormal Park

I feel like it's pretty rare for animated series to exist in the horror genre for some reason. It truly is an untapped market. But if you love horror and animation, Dead End is the show for you! (Of course it's kid friendly horror since the target audience is children) The two main characters, Barney and Norma get jobs at a haunted park and work together to fight ghosts and demons. Dead End has a super cute animation style, in my opinion, and a very diverse set of characters. I encourage everyone to watch it!

Just Add Magic

Just Add Magic is based on a children's book by the same name. It's a show about three girls who love to cook and basically discover that they can use cooking to do magic. It's a pretty interesting take on how magic works in their universe. It's very fun to watch. All of the actors are also so talented! And one of those actors is Zach Callison (the voice of Steven Universe)!

The friendship between the trio is awe-inspiring! They have so much chemistry. It's a pretty fun watch.

The Last Kids On Earth

Based on a comic of the same name, this show is about a group of kids who have to survive on their own when a zombie apocalypse breaks out. And other various creatures start to threaten them (or even become their allies) It's basically a cute found family story. The premise is pretty simplistic but that's what I love about it. The animation style of The Last Kids On Earth is so beautiful as well!

I'm still waiting for a season 3!!!!!

Code Lyoko

I remember as a kid being aware of this show and thinking it looked kind of interesting (and I always loved the theme song!!) but I never ended up watching it back then because I let peer pressure get the better of me. I remember I met someone who brought up how much they loved the show. When I heard them express that interest, I was at first excited to ask them more but before I had the chance, everyone else started making fun of him for liking Code Lyoko.

I guess it was like the nerd show or something? I don't really know why it was considered cringe to like Code Lyoko but upon seeing my peers act this way, I decided I can't like Code Lyoko if I want to fit in. So, I avoided watching it. But earlier this year, when I was flipping through channels, they were showing old episodes of Code Lyoko! I was intrigued since I remembered it from childhood and thought I'd actually give it a chance this time. And it's actually a pretty good show! It can be slow at times but overall I enjoy it.

If you're like me and avoided watching this back then due to peer pressure, I highly recommend leaving that in the past and just letting yourself enjoy this show!!

Slugterra

Slugterra is honestly pretty similar to Pokemon, except it's slugs! And the entire series takes place underground. Basically, there's a whole underground world called Slugterra, home to slugs, trolls, moles, etc. And all the slugs have cool powers so the people collect & befriend slugs so they can use them as weapons ("slugslinging"). If you like Pokemon, you're sure to like Slugterra!

Detentionaire

I discovered Detentionaire randomly while I was searching through Amazon's library of cartoons. I was looking for a new show to watch and just stumbled upon this one. It looked pretty interesting and I was surprised to see it was a show from 2011. I don't know how I missed this show back then. Idk if maybe it only aired in Canada or something? (cuz it's a Canadian show) But anyways, Detentionaire is such an intriguing show where the main character, Lee, discovers some grand conspiracy and has to try to expose it to prove his innocence so he can get out of detention. It's such an interesting concept. And, as I mentioned earlier, mystery is my favor genre, so I had a lot of fun with this one.

The only problem though is, of course, it ends on a cliffhanger. The show got canceled before they had the chance to conclude the story in a satisfying way (or any type of way) so watch at your own risk.

Catscratch

I honestly don't even remember what this show was about but I do remember enjoying this show and being excited when I saw a new episode was out. I remember thinking it was so funny. I just don't think enough people know about this show.

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wasted-women · 5 months

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ROUND 1A, MATCH 1 OUT OF 8!

Causes of Death & Propaganda Under the Cut:

Jiang Yanli

Cause of Death: Stabbed; Self-sacrifice to save her brother.

Propaganda:

she's your pfp that's got to count for something

I love JYL don't get me wrong! But also. She is solely written as a part of the male characters and does not get much in her own right. She is Wei Wuxian's older sect sister, or Jiang Cheng's sister, or Jin Zixuan's fiance/wife, or Jin Ling's mother he never got to know. Even what characterization people give her (like liking soup/cooking or standing up for her family despite being gentle) are things that have to do with her brothers. I wish we got more of her in her own right.

AND ALSO. ALSO??? HER DEATH MAKES. NO SENSE. Okay first of all - she was in Lanling grieving for her very recently dead husband & taking care of her newborn baby. Who would let that woman out of Lanling????? WHY???? How did she get out of there SO FAST????? She doesn't have a sword/isn't a cultivator (at least in MDZS) so she couldn't have flown. And then after she got there WHO LET HER JUST OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BATTLEFIELD???? WHY DID SHE GO THERE???? Even if there was a short part of her saying "I need to talk to Wei Wuxian about how he killed my husband and I'm going to get there no matter what" would've clarified things a little bc it's like okay she needs to go there even if we don't know how. Where are my answers MXTX, where are my answers????

Qin Su

Cause of Death: Suicide; Stabbed herself with a knife. (NOTE: In some versions of the story, she was being controlled and thus forced to kill herself.

Propaganda:

I'm fairly certain this character was only created as set dressing for the main villain's tragedy. We get zero insight into her inner life, zero hints that any such inner life might even exist, and after she dies basically no other named character other than the aforementioned villain is shown to be majorly affected by her death, even those who logically should have meaningful relationships with her.

Compared to the other two main female characters in this series (who are also fridged) Jiang Yanli and Wen Qing, Qin Su is probably the least aggravating because she's barely in the show and has very little character that we see. But I still think it's worth noting. I really wish that she could've survived and been there in Guanyin Temple IT COULD'VE BEEN COOL OKAY.

Wen Qing

Cause of Death: Executed; Burned to ashes.

Propaganda:

The fact that Wen Qing is the character that originally said the thing about "I'm sorry" and "Thank you", which is repeated multiple times in the post-resurrection parts of the series, but is so rarely mentioned by name is so aggravating! She's such an important part of the plot that did SO MANY THINGS but just basically disappears after her death!!! The only time I really remember her being mentioned is when her brother, Wen Ning, mentions her integral role in the golden core reveal. Jiang Yanli's ghost haunts the series after her death, but Wen Qing's really doesn't, and that's so fucked up to me. She even dies during the same time that Wen Ning does, but then it's revealed he survived (well, "survived", he is a zombie, but he was that beforehand too) SO WHY COULDN'T SHE HAVE SURVIVED TOO????

#wasted women poll #jiang yanli #wen qing #qin su #mo dao zu shi #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #the founder of diabolism #chen qing ling #the untamed #poll bracket #poll tournament #character polls #polls #round 1 #round 1a

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dragonridernoobie · 1 month

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Hi! So this is kinda a weird request considering my past ones, I’ve been going through some stuff lately mentally and I’m kinda struggling so I was wondering if I could request TFP Ratchet, Wheeljack, Megatron, Soundwave, Shockwave, and Bayverse Optimus comforting/helping a s/o who is struggling to take care of themself? Like as if they feel as though everything is a chore and they don’t have the energy to get up anymore, If you don’t feel comfortable writing this then don’t feel like you have to:>

Sure, and don't worry, it's allowed since it's in my allowed rules. Also, everything will be ok, life is tough but you will get through. There's a light at the end of the tunnel. I ain't saying this to force you into Christianity but God will help you. Just remmber to take care of yourself at time.

TFP x Mentally Tierd Reader

Bayverse optimus

I think optimus will notice that something was wrong for reader when reader seems like...a zombie, less active, less happy

Optimus will try to talk to the reader, but the reader will always dismisses it by saying they had to go do something or pretend they heard sonone yell their name.

Optimus got annoyed by this since reader was one of the few poeple that made Optimus open up and talk to freely.

So he cornered reader to ask them what was wrong.

Optimus- I see something is wrong young one. Tell me.

Reader- I feel so over worked that everything feels like a job, I can't think straight, and I just can't be happy. It seems like anytbing that I do is wrong or I am not good enough.

Optimus- It is normal to feel like everything is becoming too much at times. But it is important to remember that you are capable and that you have the ability to make a difference. Take a moment to take a step back from whatever makes you feel overwhelmed. Remember to take care of yourself, get enough rest, eat healthy and stay positive. Remember that you matter, and that you are worthy. Never give up. Keep moving forward and focus on the things that make you happy.

Reader felt so happy about what optimus said that they promised to do what optimus said.

Soon, reader felt happy and was actallg able to do all the things they used to love.

Ratchet TFP

I think ratchet will the the one to notice how reader will be acting diffrent.

Like, he is a scientist but he's dumb with emotions.

He won't notice intel reader comes to him first

He will be coming fused why reader will be acting or feeling this way, probably saying something hurtful on accident like "why do you feel this way? There's no point of being sad." Or something like that.

He would realize his mistake if reader seems to be acting worse after talking to him.

He would find time to talk to reader and apologized to reader and offers to listen.

Ratchet- what is wrong reader? I will try my best to help you.

Reader- I feel so over worked that everything feels like a job, I can't think straight, and I just can't be happy. It seems like anytbing that I do is wrong or I am not good enough.

Ratchet- I can...understand that. I was to depressed how you humans say it. Everything will be fine though, I believe agent Agent William Fowler will be able to get you help.

Reader dose just that. Reader let's ratchet contact fowler so they could get help.

Reader feels so happy.

Wheeljack

Wheeljack would take some time to realize that reader was acting diffrent

Not as long as ratchet.

He would notice when he asked reader to come on a flight with him and while on a flight, he would notice how reader seems less...active.

Wheeljack- so, squirt, what's wrong.

Reader- it's nothing.

Wheeljack- I don't know what's going on but it's effecting ya.

Reader- I feel so over worked that everything feels like a job, I can't think straight, and I just can't be happy. It seems like anytbing that I do is wrong or I am not good enough.

Wheeljack- I can understand that. Thought the war, I felt useless but I found my way out. Listen kid, if this old bag of bolts can get through a thought spot, you can to.

Reader definitely felt better after talking to wheeljack and wheeljack made sure reader never felt lonely or alone.

Megatron

You gotta be good friends with megatron for him to even like you enough to care about you.

Though, if you somehow got into his Spark, megatron will be there for you.

I think he would be the second fastest person to pick up on readers change of behavior.

He wouldn't ask out right since he has an image to uphold.

He would only talk to reader if they where alone.

Megatron- what has you changing moods (Y/N)?

Reader- I feel so overworked that everything feels like a job, I can't think straight, and I just can't be happy. It seems like anything that I do is wrong or I am not good enough.

Megatron- that's the biggest lie I have ever herd.

Reader- what?

Megatron- if you weren't good enough, I would have killed you when we first met. And the over work stuff, I will make is personally that Soundwave makes you're work easier.

Megatron got alot of work load off of reader...in his own twisted way.

He will always check up on reader.

Only if the room is empty ofcorse.

Soundwave

Soundwave would take the number one spot for noticing how reader changes behavior.

He would take reader aside and ask what was wrong.

By asking, I mean pointing at reader and a question mark appears on his visor.

Reader- I feel so over worked that everything feels like a job, I can't think straight, and I just can't be happy. It seems like anytbing that I do is wrong or I am not good enough.

Soundwave- *tilts head*

Reader- I know, it's stupid to get emotion over this.

Soundwave- *buzzer sound with x on visor.*

Reader- what?

Soundwave- *points to reader and plays a recording.* you are awsome, everything you do is awesome don't let the world take you down, if it dose get back up. It's never over.

Soundwave wierd way of saying he is there for reader is strange but it helps reader.

Reader feels happy.

Shockwave

Shockwave will have to take 2nd place for the most oblivious to readers emotion change.

He would be so focused on his work to not notice.

I think he will only notice if reader starts to not do there work.

He will not ask reader what was wrong and searches up ways why humans are sad.

Que Shockwave entering the lab, and giving reader icecream, books, blankets, heating pads, stuffed animals, music, movies, etc.

Reader would ask why.

Shockwave- do not even think you are useless. You have helped me greatly with my work.

Reader- what? But I dident even-

Shockwave- no need, I reasurched you're problem.

Smooth Shockwave, smooth....

But he is right, reader is the best of the best and Shockwave wouldn't be this happy without them.

Even if they don't show it.

Don't ever forget, who ever is reading this, you are never alone. If you are going thru a dark time, it's ok to fall down, it dosent make you a failure. It means you ste stronger but only if you stand back up.

#shockwave tfp x reader #optimus x reader #ratchet x reader #megatron x reader #wheeljack x reader #soundwave x reader #transformers tfp

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vorrentis · 8 months

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Reader x Jihyo - Looking Out For You (Part 3)

Part 3 and FINALE!!!

Let's get to it!

WORDS: 9842

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"..."

"...w-who...am I?" Jihyo repeated while leaning back.

You were looking around the room.

"Also, where am I?"

Jihyo gulped.

"I-it's not funny (YN)," Jihyo believed it was a joke.

A stupid joke.

"What's not funny..."

Jihyo's breathing became erratic, as she placed herself on the chair in disbelief.

She did not want to believe this.

She cannot believe this!

"(YN) please stop it..." She sounded like a child begging.

"So, am I (YN)?" You pointed at yourself as Jihyo rose her hands to the side of her head.

"No, no no no no no..." She was muttering.

"So I'm not (YN)?" You questioned as Jihyo remained still.

If things weren't bad enough, this was the worst she couldn't imagine.

"D-d-doctor...doctor!" Jihyo stood up, knocking the chair down, and went to the hall, "C-can anyone help me!?"

"What's the matter," she heard from behind as a nurse came over quickly, seeing her anguish.

"S-something's wrong!" She pointed at you, "h-he doesn't know a-anything..." Jihyo broke at the last word as the nurse nodded.

"Okay, okay, let me get his doctor, calm down and take deep breaths."

But it was on deaf ears as Jihyo kept repeating...

"H-he doesn't know...he doesn't know..."

The nurse quickly got her pager as Jihyo walked into the room, staring at you like a wonder.

"What's going on?" You asked as Jihyo remained rooted.

"..."

She wanted to say something but nothing came out.

"Mr. Park."

From behind her, the doctor's voice was heard as Jihyo pointed.

"D-doctor, h-he-"

"I know, the nurse informed me," he passed her as Jihyo stared at the two.

"C-can you do something...give him medicine or..." Jihyo was having a hard time figuring out what to say.

"Do you know your name?"

"I don't know, is it (YN)?" You answered.

"What about her?" He pointed at Jihyo.

You looked at her as Jihyo held her hands in front of her mouth.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't."

"Oh god...oh god no..." Jihyo held a hand over her mouth.

"Do you know your parent's name?"

"...sorry, I don't." You answered as the doctor pursed his lips and stroked his chin and looked at Jihyo.

"Tell me what you do remember, anything," the doctor's voice sounded demanding, but nevertheless, you thought hard about what you did remember, trying to figure out yourself.

"..."

That was the problem though.

Your memory was blank with not a trace of memory except a few moments ago.

"...I-I don't know...I'm trying but..." you trailed off, looking at the bedsheets with fixed eyes.

"Oh my god, oh my-d-doctor he has to know something! Can you do anything!" Jihyo was panicking as the doctor turned to her.

"The best we can do now is call his parents and give him space."

"But-"

"I'm sorry Ms. Park, but please let's step out while I inform his parents." The doctor insisted as Jihyo ultimately had to agree, though she mindlessly left the room like a zombie.

Jihyo wanted to stay and comfort you to the best of her ability and tell you everything will be okay, but her nerves kicked in as her whole body started to shake while leaving the room.

Stepping out into the hall...

"(YN)...oh god...(YN)...what have I done..." She muttered.

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The hospital lobby was a sea of unfamiliar faces, the soft hum of activity filling the air.

Jihyo sat alone near the corridor of where she left, her fingers nervously twisting a tissue as she anxiously awaited any news about you.

The words she had heard just moments ago echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain: amnesia, unable to remember anything, including yourself.

The doctors instructed her that she wasn't able to come into the room until further notice.

'Whose (YN)?'

That kept repeating in her head.

You didn't even know yourself.

Worrying was an understatement.

Jihyo's thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions.

Her heart felt heavy, a mixture of fear and sadness coursing through her veins.

Guilt was crashing into her as well as all this was her doing.

She didn't know what to even think of fixing this, clinging to the tissue, her knuckles turning white as her worry intensified.

The minutes ticked by, each second feeling like an eternity.

Jihyo's gaze remained fixed on the hospital corridor, her heart skipping a beat every time someone approached.

She desperately hoped for a familiar face, a doctor or a nurse, to come out and tell her that everything was going to be alright.

That is until...

"(YN)! We heard he's awake! We're his parents!" she heard from behind as Jihyo turned to spot your parents, over the counter asking the receptionist.

A chill ran down her body as Jihyo couln't comprehend what they were going through.

She didn't even know if she can approach them.

"Jihyo!" She gulped as your dad spotted her and he made his way to her as the mom stayed to get some answers, "(YN), d-don't tell me it's true, does he not know us?"

Jihyo weakly shook her head as your dad got in front of her.

"Oh no..." He uttered as Jihyo's heart, whatever was left was sweeped away from hearing and seeing him.

"Jihyo," this time your mother came over and rather than words, she came and gave Jihyo a hug, "w-what happened, they told us that (YN) has amnesia, t-that can't be right, h-he has to remember us!?"

Jihyo felt a knife go through her.

She was the cause of this.

"...I-I-"

"Mr. (LN), Mrs. (LN), please calm down." The doctor came towards them from the hall as your parents marched to him.

"You're telling us to be calm!? My son doesn't even know us!" Your mom yelled causing the room to have eyes on them.

"I know the situation is dire, but please, follow me and all will be explained."

"What is there to explain!?" Your mother shrieked.

"(Mother's Name)," your father came at her side, "please, I know it's hard, but we have to listen to what we can do."

Your mother turned to him with a glare, but tears forming as she gave a deep sigh.

"Fine..."

"Follow me please." The doctor was unfazed at the reaction as he grown accustomed to the reactions like this.

"Jihyo, come with us please," you father asked of her as Jihyo and your parents followed him and he led him to the window of your room.

The four looked through the window as you watched the TV in the corner with some commercials airing.

"He's awake..." your mother spoke and while it should be a momentous occasion, they couldn't even have a little spirit in that.

"Retrograde amnesia," the doctor began, "amnesia causes memory loss, some lose months, and some can lose decades. Your son, unfortunately, was the latter, sounds like since he was very young if he couldn't remember his own name or you two."

Your parents stiffened at the information.

"S-so...nothing?" Jihyo gulped as the three stared at you in the window.

"Well, he's able to do normal things like walking and talking of course. Those aren't memories, more like a function of the body that we're all accustomed to." The doctor explained. "But besides that...I'm sorry,"

Each person just took that hard.

"...W-what can we do doctor?" Your dad asked with your mom hugging his side.

"As I said before when he was in a comatose state, the best approach was to be around him. The best thing is for you two to talk with him, and try to see if he can remember anything big. Vacations, family, school, and someone important to him. If not then show him something important: locations, items, pictures, whatever he may think was important in his life. Or continue to do your daily activities with him, a recurrence may trigger his mind if he does the same sequences."

Your dad nodded.

"...what if that doesn't work," Jihyo spoke up as the three turned to her, "w-what if his memory doesn't return? What then?" She asked the doc in a panic state, she couldn't live with this.

"All I can say is that it varies between people, some get them back and as blunt as it is...some are forced to start over."

Jihyo felt like she fainted.

Your dad stared in disbelief.

Your mother...

"That's it?! Start over!?"

"I know it's not-"

"No! No you can't just say start over! That's my son!" She pointed at the window, "Seventeen years we've been living with him, creating every memory and you're telling us that we have to start over!"

"(Mother's Name)." Your dad held onto her tight as he said her name. "T-they tried everything they can. At least he's awake now. Believe me, I feel everything you're feeling right now. But we need to be calm and do whatever it takes to bring our son back. They've done everything they could to help him, now it's our turn."

Your mom just clenched her mouth as tears were dropping.

"He's strong (Mother's Name), he will remember, he'll push through."

About thirty seconds passed and your mom just took deep breaths as she looked at your dad and then back to the doctor.

"...I'm sorry."

"No apologies are necessary." The doctor said. "If anyone should be sorry it's me. You may speak to him but before you leave, we'll need to do some checkups before he's allowed to leave. If you have any questions, you have my number." He stated before making his way out to leave.

"Jihyo, do you mind us going alone." Your dad asked her as Jihyo shook her head and watched through the window at you.

Your mom and dad looked at each other, no words were spoken as they took a deep breath and went inside.

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Thirty Minutes Later

Jihyo waited in the corridor for your parents to be done.

She didn't feel like staring at them and sat on a bench in the hall.

"Start over..."

She could have possibly ruined your family.

All because she didn't trust you.

She had her eyes shut as the amount of guilt piled up to a never-ending total.

She didn't call her parents or (FN) about you.

She needed to be alone.

"What can I do..."

Eventually...

SWING

Your parents came out as Jihyo heard and turned towards them.

"Did he remember anything?" she asked, her voice tinged with nervous anticipation.

Their gaze dropped and shook their heads.

"We tried everything we could think of at the moment, but he doesn't remember a thing. Not even us," Your father explained as your mother's shoulders slumped with him, "like nothing. Like a total stranger,"

It was like the doctor said, you didn't feel anything.

"...I'm sorry," Jihyo stated as the two nodded, "s-should I try?"

"Go ahead," your father stated, your mother didn't say anything, "We'll uhm, inform the doctor, sorry Jihyo, it won't be as long as us. We want him to get home as soon as possible."

"I understand, I won't take too much time." Jihyo agreed and went towards the room.

She didn't even know what to think, as every emotion was attacking her mind at once.

Panic, sadness, guilt, shock...

She got near the door, took a deep breath, and opened the door, walking in and when she did, you turned from the TV to her.

"You're that girl from earlier." You said looking at her as Jihyo felt hurt from the 'girl' comment.

"...yeah, my name is Jihyo. Park Jihyo." She introduced as you nodded.

"Jihyo..." she hoped that would have caused something, "...I'm sorry, I-I don't recongize that name either. My parents or those two who were here earlier told me about you though."

"T-they did?"

"They said you were my friend, a good friend."

That stung her.

"...I-I am, uhm, may I show you some things?" You nodded while Jihyo pulled out her phone and went to the photo section.

"That's what my uh, parents did too. I also didn't know anything from that."

"Well, maybe this can work," Jihyo prayed as you nodded, "do you remember this?" She showed a photo of you and her around the first week of school, you and her were smiling while eating lunch at your usual table.

You investigated the photo as you leaned forward to her phone.

"Sorry no." You answered as Jihyo felt pain, but she didn't stop, sliding her finger across to show a couple of more photos of you and her.

"..."

SWIPE

"..."

SWIPE

"..."

SWIPE

"...I guess we are good friends," you stated as Jihyo nodded..

"Yeah..." she managed to say, even if she didn't deserve you as one.

"So you know me well then? Like them?"

She nodded while keeping her emotions in.

"Yeah, a lot. We've been through a lot together,"

As your gaze met hers, a flicker of recognition seemed to light up your eyes.

"A lot?"

She nodded and it was a small glimmer of hope, a reminder that even amidst the uncertainty, the bond you had shared was still alive.

"A lot and no matter what (YN), I'm here for you, no matter what. We're going to work through this together, and I promise you, we'll fix this."

Your brow furrowed as you tried to grasp onto the words she was saying, your mind struggling to make sense of the situation.

"Fix this?"

Jihyo nodded, her eyes unwavering as she spoke with conviction.

"Yes, your memories, we'll find a way to help you remember. We'll go through old photos, revisit places we used to go and talk about the moments we've shared. I won't let this amnesia beat you, not you."

Your gaze softened, a mixture of confusion and vulnerability in your eyes, regardless...your smile appeared.

The same one that Jihyo prayed for weeks to come and now, it pained her even more than seeing you slumber.

"Well, thank you, uh, Jihyo?" You said her name slowly as she nodded, "I guess I'm glad to have you as a friend,"

...and that's when she lost it.

Your smile frowned as Jihyo's expression contorted and her eyes started to blink rapidly.

"Are you-"

Jihyo then slowly came at you, hugging you softly rather than a sudden pounce once more as you recall this happening a short time back.

You heard a few deep breaths while you remained still, didn't know what to say or do as your gaze clouded with confusion and uncertainty.

For some reason, this didn't bother you as you didn't move your arms or made any attempt to have her move.

BEEP

"..."

BEEP

"..."

BEEP

"...I promise you (YN)," you heard now as Jihyo pulled back from you. You saw watery substance under her eyes as she stared at you, her hands on the side of your arms, "no matter how challenging it gets, I promise you, I won't give up." you felt a squeeze on your arms, "I'll be right here by your side, guiding you through each step, holding onto the hope that we'll find a way to make you remember together."

Your lips curved into a faint smile, a glimmer of trust and gratitude in your eyes as you nodded at her.

"You mean that?"

Jihyo nodded emphatically, her heart filled with determination.

"Yes, (YN). I mean every word. We're in this together, and I'll do whatever it takes to help you."

As their eyes intertwined, a silent promise passed between them.

A promise of resilience, of unwavering support, and of the unbreakable bond they shared as Jihyo's commitment was unwavering.

She'd wanted to help you and more though this is the first wall to break down.

After, when you do remember, she'd hoped that you'd let her be at your side still.

Then she dropped her arms, but her hands went to your right hand and took yours in hers.

"I...I miss you more than you know." She muttered as you stared at her.

"..."

A few seconds after, she retreated back a few steps, staring at you for a bit till halfway in the room as she turned around and left as you watched her leave.

When she did, you looked down at your hand.

You felt strange.

"Miss me? I guess we were really good frie-hmph"

A sharp hit came to your head and your eyes closed for a few seconds as the pain was gone like that.

"W-what was that?"

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Jihyo stepped out of your hospital room, her shoulders weighed down by a mixture of frustration and concern.

She thought you would remember something from their photos, but your memories remained elusive.

Walking down the corridor, she spotted your parents waiting anxiously.

Their faces lit up with a mix of hope and expectation as they saw her approach but Jihyo's expression revealed the disappointment she was feeling.

"No? Not even a bit?" your mother asked, her voice tinged with nervous anticipation.

Jihyo's gaze dropped momentarily before she met their eyes.

"I'm sorry,"

Your father's shoulders slumped, and a heavy silence settled between them.

Jihyo could see the disappointment etched on their faces, and it mirrored the frustration she felt herself.

Your mother's eyes welled up with tears, her voice quivering.

"I can't believe it...not being able to remember us, his life, us...that bastard took him from us..."

Jihyo knew who she was talking about.

No, she didn't ask them about suing Dan, she let it be as she didn't want to be associated with him anymore.

"He got what he deserved (Mother's name), there's nothing we can do for that. Now we have to focus on (YN)."

Jihyo nodded in empathy, her heart aching for both you and your parents.

Your mother sighed heavily, his frustration evident.

"...you're right (Father's name), we have to focus on (YN). And Jihyo,"

She reached out and gently squeezed your Jihyo's arm.

"Thank you. We appreciate everything you've done for us to start with, but we need your help even more now."

"I'll do everything I can Mrs. (LN)," Jihyo's determination shone through as she met their eyes, hiding the true guilt she had, "I care about (YN) deeply too, and I won't stop until he's back. I promise him and you both."

Both mom and dad gave faint smiles, happy to see that you made a wonderful friend in Jihyo.

"Thank you Jihyo, we know you will, well, the doctor said that we can take (YN) after an hour of checkups. I don't think there's nothing for you to be here at the moment and after we'll be leaving to home."

Jihyo nodded.

"I understand. Can you keep me on notice too please?" She said as your parents nodded.

"We will, don't worry. We'll let you be with him after a while okay." She said as Jihyo nodded.

"Thank you. I'll see you later then," they nodded as with a final nod of reassurance, Jihyo left your parents in the hospital corridor, her heart heavy but her resolve unwavering.

'I can't tell them that it was me...I can't...'

"She really cares for him doesn't she?" Your mom said as they watched Jihyo leave their sight.

"Very much. I'm happy he's friends with her."

"Me too...he'll remember right?"

Your dad turned to his wife and wrapped his arm around her torso.

"He will (Mother's Name), he will."

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ONE DAY LATER

It had been a day since you were released from the hospital, your memory still a jumbled puzzle waiting to be pieced together.

And now, Jihyo was standing outside your room, hoping that perhaps talking about the past could trigger something, anything, to help you remember.

She informed her parents when coming home and boy did she let the water works out as her parents comforted her, thinking the worst happened.

But when she informed them that you woke up with amnesia, they understood.

With comforting words, they were telling her that you'll pull through just like you pulled through with the coma.

It took twenty-ish minutes before she returned to her room, taking a while to begin researching what she could do with amnesia.

Turns out, there was no known cure.

The doctor's words about being around you were the only thing she could read.

And if that is what she has to do, then she'll do it.

She'll tell every word, every story, and visit every place the two have been.

She doesn't care if it takes a thousand stories or a thousand places to make you remember even a fraction of a memory.

If that thousandth trip did it, then she'll do it again.

But now looking at your door, her mind came to what happened before.

Before she wanted to be with you and here she was, a door away from you awake.

With a determined exhale, Jihyo knocked lightly on the door before entering.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Hello?" She heard like nothing.

This would have been an average door before, but now...it took all of Jihyo's willpower.

"...(YN)? It's Jihyo, from yesterday. May I come in?"

"Oh yeah, come in."

She found you sitting on a chair in front of your desk, a laptop in front of you and a contemplative expression on your face.

You looked up as she entered, your gaze meeting hers in a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

"Hello," You waved at her as she nodded.

"Hey (YN)," Jihyo said softly, closing the door behind, her voice carrying a blend of warmth and uncertainty.

"..." It's sad to think that here you were, looking like nothing had happened and yet, everything between was gone.

You offered a faint smile, though it was clear that her presence was a puzzle to you as Jihyo walked further into the room, her heart racing.

"What's up?" You asked as Jihyo needed to be strong.

For you.

"I wanted to be with you." She said, "Remember what I...said yesterday, I'm going to help you."

Remember probably wasn't the right word to use now.

"I do, so what's your plan?"

"I thought we could talk about the photos I have about us more. I didn't really have a chance yesterday."

"Oh yeah we could, I was watching some movie about large animals attacking people. Supposedly it's my favorite movie." You pointed at the laptop as Jihyo came closer and gave a small smile.

"Jurassic Park, it is your favorite, I had fun watching with you a while back. We could watch it again later on?" She suggested as you nodded.

"Yeah, that sounds good, so far it seems, eh though."

Jihyo at least had a smile on as hanging out with you was what she wanted to do the most before all this began.

"Well, the best parts haven't happened yet."

"I see," You shrugged and closed the laptop, and turned to her, "Guess we'll watch those together then,"

"..." Jihyo merely stared at you as you sounded emotionless.

"You okay?" You asked as Jihyo took a shaky breath.

"...sorry I'm-this reminds me of our times so I'm-..." Jihyo took a breath to relax.

"..."

"Sorry, it hasn't been long so I shouldn't be like this," Jihyo explained as you frowned.

"...I'm sorry too."

Jihyo heard and it hurt her to hear you say that.

"I'm sorry I can't remember anything quickly, believe me, I'm trying but-"

"Don't say you're sorry for that," Jihyo countered quickly, "I can't understand what you're going through, but I know you're trying your best, you always do in everything (YN)."

You gave a quick smile at her, but it turned flat.

"Hopefully, but now we have all the time to hang out like before. I mean I may not know anything, but just from now I can tell you're a pretty nice person, I wouldn't mind being with you more." You stated as this time Jihyo gave a quick smile as well.

'Even with his memory gone, he's still the same (YN)...but if he really knew...'

"Thank you, same to you (YN), you're everything great. Really, I'm not just saying that, you really are a great guy to be with," you nodded in appreciation, "we'll figure things out later, for now I'd just want to talk,"

"Sure, let's sit then?" you pointed at the bed as Jihyo didn't have anywhere else to sit.

She nodded and joined you as you two sat on the edge of the bed.

"So, how was yesterday coming home and staying here? Were you scared?"

You shook your head.

"No, my parents are treating me nice so there wasn't anything to be scared about. I didn't feel worried at all."

"Well that's good, your parents are nice people too."

"Yeah, they are. They were showing me a lot of things yesterday, but, yeah."

"Well that's okay, it's one day, we'll keep trying," you nodded, "so I saved everything that we did together in my laptop," Jihyo removed a backpack she had on and pulled a laptop from it, but turned to you, "you do know what a laptop is right?"

"Not really, my mom told me about that one," you pointed at the one on the laptop, "i guess it shows all sorts of stuff. There was this site called Youtube that had a lot of vidoes to show, she showed me who I followed and watched them this morning."

"...oh," Jihyo couldn't even comprehend that, she didn't think you'd lost general stuff like that, if that's the case, did you knew about phones? Cars? She'd hoped it wasn't that bad. "well, it's mainly a electronic that can give you information on just about anything, videos and shows and well a whole lot of things. It's pretty easy to use."

"Yeah, maybe you can show me?"

Jihyo nodded, but concerned was on her mind as if you didn't know this, it'll be like a whole new world for you.

"Yeah, but for now, pictures," you nodded as Jihyo went to her image gallery and had a set of photos ready before coming here.

"These were taken during our trip to a lake."

"Lake?"

"Yeah, there's a lake not too far and you wanted to show me because it reminded me of an old time."

You nodded as your gaze shifted to the photograph, your expression contemplative.

You stared at the image, your brows furrowing as you attempted to conjure up any hint of memory.

Jihyo's heart went out to you, her voice softening. "Don't try to think too hard, take it slow. Look at the photos, and I'll tell you what happened that day."

You nodded as one pic at a time, she explained that particular day.

Her words painted a vivid picture of their laughter, the feel of water at their feet at the shore, and the sound of wilderness around.

She showed the impromptu skipping stone competition they had, the way they had raced each other to the water's edge, fishing with a kit that you borrowed from your dad, and the way they had watched the sunset together till they left.

It was a top-tier day for Jihyo.

You listened intently, your gaze fixed on the photograph as if hoping that Jihyo's words would spark a connection.

"..."

Jihyo watched you closely, her heart aching with a mixture of sympathy and hope.

She knew that helping you remember wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to do whatever it took to fix that bridge.

"...sorry. I should know this."

Jihyo reached out and placed her hand on yours, her touch gentle and reassuring.

"It's okay, I'm not rushing you, it's your pace. I know it's not easy, but you're not alone in this (YN). We'll figure it out together. I'll help anyway I can."

As you looked into Jihyo's eyes, a sense of comfort washed over you.

Her presence, her determination to help you remember, was a lifeline in this sea of uncertainty.

Maybe, just maybe, with her by your side, you could weave forgotten memories and find your way back to the person you-

"Argh!" You held your head in your hands, pulling from Jihyo's as Jihyo immediately panicked, putting the laptop aside and kneeled in front of you.

"(YN)?! Hey!? A-are you okay!?"

As you held your head...

SQQUUUEEEKKKK CRASH

Wee woo...Wee woo...Wee woo...

THUMP THUMP

'Car...Blood...Head.'

Loud sounds and a voice were heard, someone you didn't recognize as you winced for a few seconds before the pain disapparated.

You opened your eyes slowly and spotted Jihyo's concerned look right in front of you, inches away.

"You okay?" You nodded slowly, "w-what happened?"

"I-I had a sudden pain in my head and...it's gone now," You informed as Jihyo looked at the top of your head.

"S-should I call the doctor? Your parents?"

"No, I'm good, really."

"...I-okay, are you sure you're okay," you nodded, but Jihyo didn't let her tension go.

"Yeah, but it's strange, I heard this sound and a voice." Jihyo rose her brows, "the sound was like something broke and I heard three words: 'car, head, and blood' w-what could those mean?" You questioned Jihyo as she looked away.

"Car, hea-" she turned to you, "have your parents told you of what happened to you?"

"Not much, just that something happened and-that's what those are?"

"I'm pretty sure, can you remember anything now?"

"..." You gave a blank stare.

"..."

You shook your head.

"Sorry, I-I don't-"

"Don't be, it's okay, don't think too hard after that jolt." Jihyo informed as you nodded, "Listen, I'm gonna tell your parents okay," then she gave a soft smile, "Maybe our talks actually worked." Jihyo's spirits, despite you getting hurt, increased slightly there.

"But it wasn't like yesterday though."

Jihyo's interest rose immensely.

"Yesterday? It happened too?" Jihyo questioned as you nodded, "Tell me."

"I didn't hear words that time, just a sharp pain like this one and it happened after you left. I was thinking of you and it just came."

'Thinking of...'

"About what?"

"About how we probably became friends and it happened. That's it. But nothing else."

"...so, me too? Right now?" She asked.

You nodded.

"...I'm gonna go tell your parents." You nodded as Jihyo stood up, "don't think of anything else while I'm gone, or if it happens again, tell me right away when I come back," she instructed as you nodded.

She hurried and left the room and you sat there looking forward.

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"And it happened twice with you?" Mom asked as Jihyo nodded.

"And he remembered those words specifically?" Dad stepped forward as Jihyo turned to him.

"I think because it's the most recent before he went into a coma. Remember the doctor said that he went it during the ride to the ER," Jihyo hypothesized as Mom sighed.

"I'll call the doc." Dad went to get his phone from the kitchen as your mother licked her lips.

"But how can he remember that though?" She questioned.

"At least it's something Mrs. (LN)." Jihyo responded.

"No, you're right, I-I should be happy, but, we've been showing him childhood films and photos and stories and nothing clicked for him, but he remembers the day he got injured? That's not a day I want him to remember."

"I know, me neither, let's hear what the doctor says," your mom nodded to her idea and it was a couple of minutes before...

"Okay, they're on speaker," your dad came in and held his phone in between the three.

"So he remembered specific words?" The doctor's voice was heard.

"Yes, 'Car, blood and head,' I think it's what you talked about during his ride to the ER," Jihyo informed him.

"It's his diagnosis. The staff was alerting us here of what to expect."

"But why those words doctor? Till now we've been showing him his childhood memories of shows and movies and pictures and nothing, but yet now?"

"Well, it could be since it was the most recent before his comatose state that he probably could remember those days easier. Tell me, was there something that could have been a trigger? What could you have been talking about during the two conversations?"

"It was me, he was thinking about me and he felt these sharp headaches in his head, once yesterday and just now, but this time was the words," Jihyo explained.

"Well, it's early to tell, but I think Ms. Park could be a key figure in this."

Your parents looked at Jihyo.

"Me?"

"Well early to tell as I said, but you could be the trigger that brings back the most recent memories. I noticed you were here with him daily as well, so it's safe to assume that you're a very close friend?"

"Uhm, well not for long, just three months," Jihyo stated.

"Anyhow, it seems that you and he have developed a, and if you don't mind me saying this, a strong connection that Mr. (LN) apparently reacts to. Now I'm not saying that his parents aren't important, but for Mr. (LN), it could be that more fresher memories are more likely to get triggered than the old, it's not well known but it does tend to be that way."

"So we should start with the most recent then?" Your mom asked.

"Add that with what you're doing, along with Ms. Park's assistance I'm sure (YN) will be able to recall something in a bit."

"But what if he only remembers up to a certain point doctor?" Dad spoke up this time, "Just those three months of him and Jihyo?"

"Well, that could be a possibility, or it could be a trail to lead to older ones, like a coma it varies between people, it's Mr. (LN)'s mind, there's nothing scientific or medical that we can do to have him recover those."

The three looked at one another.

"I guess it makes sense, but doctor, are these sudden pains bad?" Mom asked.

"It's not unheard of, people struggle with traumatic memories in particular since they're intense and they take control of our whole bodies. They can be visual flashbacks that cause us to feel physically ill and cause us to experience headaches, profuse sweating, stomach aches, and feel weak. I'm sure the accident he had will cause these pains, but should only be for a while. If it does continue, I would suggest coming here for a check-up."

The three exchanged some worried looks.

"Alright, thank you doctor."

"Of course, any other questions."

The three looked at another as your dad shrugged.

"No," Mom answered.

"Alright, well I must be off then, if you have any questions, contact me and I wish you the best of luck."

"Thanks doctor," "Thank you," "Bye,"

DING

And your dad hung up as the two turned to Jihyo.

"Well, at least he showed some sign." Dad said as your mother nodded.

"Jihyo, I know it's a lot to ask, but-"

"Say no more Mrs. (LN), I'll be with him every step of the way,"

"Thank you," she spoke and then turned behind Jihyo, "let's go talk to (YN) about this," Jihyo nodded as the

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ONE WEEK LATER

"(YN)? Are you hungry?" Jihyo asked. "What about something to drink? I don't mind getting something for you."

You shook your head, "I'm still fine Jihyo. Thank you."

"Alright but don't be afraid to tell me, I'm here for you."

Currently, you and Jihyo were at the mall.

It's been a week since you left the hospital and you've remembered a couple of things through your head hurting.

While still alarming and concerned, Jihyo and your parents found that the doctor may have been right as both moments of you were in Jihyo's presence.

Thought it was only words of conversations you both had, nothing too major like their argument, but smaller hearings like everyday chatter.

While all were minor, your parents and Jihyo were happy that it was a start.

Hopefully, Jihyo can make you remember something major herself so today was a visit to the mall.

While it may be easier to start fresh, that isn't how she wanted it.

Not a chance.

She didn't want to create new memories with you. She wanted the old ones back, the ones that made them friends since.

True to her word, Jihyo has been spending time with you every day.

Once she got the word that she can hang with you, every day after school she would go straight to her home only to leave an hour later to your home.

Your parents didn't send you to school as they wanted to get a footing on you remembering first, worried that the students might just bug or ask many questions about you.

For now, it was just the parents, Jihyo, and (FN) that should worry about this.

She would just do whatever to pass the time with you just like the times before, there wasn't a moment where both weren't doing anything.

You just went along with everything she had to offer.

Jihyo brought you here to the mall today to see if you would remember anything at all for her, this was the usual hangout for you and her, walking down the mall, looking through each window.

Both hadn't bought anything, but she just wanted to walk with you, to see if you walking around might give help.

Thought that wasn't the case for you.

Around the first days, you were a bit uncomfortable with her, but as the days went by, you enjoyed Jihyo's company for some reason.

You can't explain it, but if felt...natural to you.

You just stared at her as she walked and wondered...what exactly is your relationship with her, she said you were friends, yeah, but she kept on trying to help you each day.

"So how have you been?" She said out of nowhere.

"I've been well." She nodded.

"That's nice, did you remember anything yesterday?"

You shook your head.

"Sorry."

"It's fine (YN). Let's see, how about we go there, but I need to use the restroom quickly." She asked.

"Okay." You said.

She then grabbed your hand and dragged you along the way into a hallway where there were two doors.

As she held your hand you stared it entangled with yours and had a...feeling to it.

"Just wait (YN), I'll be quick." She said, cutting your thought as she let go.

"Sure." You said as she went inside.

A minute passed and as she was washing her hands, she got a buzz from her phone from her pocket and after drying her hands saw a text from your mom asking how everything is going.

The reason she was texting her was that you didn't have your phone, they couldn't find it on you since the crash.

She replied with everything is doing okay and was met with more questions from her as she left the restroom.

"Sorry (YN) I-(YN)?" You were nowhere to be found.

"(YN)? (YN)!" Jihyo was panicking as she looked down the hall. She didn't see you anywhere.

She then went and opened the door to the man's restroom, but she didn't step in as she yelled out your name to which no answer.

She then rushed out of the hall and onto the main mall section and kept looking left and right.

"(YN)!" She shouted, ignoring the people around her glancing at her.

She kept pacing around, seeing to where you might have gone, fast walking to the left, she didn't know where to go.

"Excuse me?" She turned to three teens, "have you seen a someone who has (your characteristics)?"

She asked in a hurry but the three shook their heads as Jihyo didn't reply but went the other way.

"No no no, I knew I should have-" her eyes landed on someone's back at a stall in the middle talking to a man, "(YN)?!"

Upon hearing, the person turned and you looked at her.

"Jihyo?"

She ran at you and wrapped her arms around you as you couldn't do anything, but let her do so as your arms were trapped as well.

You tumbled a bit as Jihyo let go after a bit and looked at you.

"Why would you leave? I told you to stay."

"I wanted to-" you pointed at the wares of jewelry-

"No, you should have waited for me (YN)! Walking by yourself is dangerous, no matter how far!" Jihyo explained in high tone, making you frown.

"..."

"Miss, I don't understand what's going on, but there's no need to get upset at him," the stall owner tried to lessen the tension of Jihyo.

She turned to the gentleman, and hearing his words, she eyed you and let out a silent breath.

"Come here," she held your hand and pulled you away from the stall and towards the other side of the hall, the wall of the mall and turned to you, "I'm sorry about raising my voice, I got really worried that you just walked away."

You nodded slowly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry, I only went there because I wanted to get you something."

Jihyo tilted her head back.

"Me?" She asked as you nodded slowly.

"For what you've been doing for me, for your troubles. I didn't think I went far, it was just-sorry," You apologized once more as Jihyo's shoulders fell slightly.

Still in a hand hold, she rose both hands up and pressed her other hand on the other side of yours, trapping your lone in both of hers.

"No. Don't be sorry (YN). That's very kind of you, but please don't go anywhere without me. If you need something at all (YN), or want to go somewhere, just tell me. I don't mind going anywhere you want or anything you want to do, okay?" Jihyo spoke softly to you while you smiled and nodded, "and when you said 'for my troubles' I would never think that, never. And you don't have to get me anything, being with you is all I need (YN)."

She gave a lovely smile to finish her mini speech while your smile increased at each word with you nodding at the end.

"Alright, I'm-argh!"

You free hand went to your head as your trapped hand tried, but was trapped between Jihyo's hands, which were pulled just slight.

"(YN)!?" she knew you had to be remembering, "I-I'm here, I'm here," she squeezed your hand more, "I know it hurts, but it'll go away," she hated seeing your expression of pain while she couldn't anything.

As your eyes winced, you were seeing several images, mostly it was all Jihyo in one spot.

'First time eating...'

'Favorite place...'

'Pretty cozy...'

'The shakes are my favorite...'

'Let's go for another...'

After ten seconds or so, your eyes opened slowly as you groaned just slight, your attention at Jihyo's concerned ones.

"You okay?" She asked quickly as you nodded slowly, "okay, just relax and when you're ready tell me what you heard."

"...I-I saw you," you didn't take a moment to answer as Jihyo's lips parted.

"S-saw? You mean you didn't just hear?"

"Y-yeah, we were both sitting somewhere and-...(Restaurant Name)..."

"(Restaurant Name)!" You jumped a bit to Jihyo's sudden yell, "I told you about that place! We go there almost every weekend, that's your favorite diner. I was going to take you after this!"

"...that's right, I get the vanilla chocolate and you get cherry?" You guessed as Jihyo nodded quickly.

"Y-Yes, that's our usual!"

Jihyo let out a blissful sigh, smiling largely and couldn't help but get a bit emotional.

"You remembered...you remembered something (YN)..."

"I-I did, but was it because you told me about the place and-"

"No, you remembered, that's all that matters, I'm proud of you (YN)," a small smile formed as you nodded, "h-how about we go there now, maybe you'll remember even more," Jihyo was filled with newfound energy and passion.

It worked.

She helped you remember even more and it looks like it's evolving to images now.

And something nice this time.

"O-okay,"

"Then let's go,"

Jihyo nodded and went to your side, wrapping her arm around yours, hand in hand and she led you towards the exit and quickly to (Restaurant Name).

"I remembered something..." you muttered as Jihyo heard, turned and smiled at you.

"You did (YN) and hopefully soon, everything," though some parts Jihyo hoped you didn't remember.

"Hopefully...thank you Jihyo, really."

"It's no problem (YN), I told you I'd be there for you."

"Still...also, with what you said a bit ago Jihyo, I enjoy being with you too." You repeated and Jihyo, well, her heart was racing.

Her face lit up as her smile grew and she wrapped your arm tighter, leaning into your shoulder to tighten the bond.

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THE NEXT DAY

DING DONG

Jihyo rang the door bell of your home.

After leaving school, she was greatly excited to spend time with you more.

Today she was hoping for another great day and hopefully more results.

SQUEAK

The door opened to reveal your mother.

"Hi Mrs. (Last Name), how are you?" Jihyo asked, but...

"..."

Jihyo's smile lowered with each second.

"Mrs. (Last Name)?"

"Is there something you'd like to tell me Jihyo?" She asked in a rather cold tone as Jihyo didn't know what was going on.

"Uhm, I don't know."

"Because (FN)'s parents came this morning," Jihyo's body froze, "and I was informed of what (FN) told them last night, that (YN) was at his place. That's when they gave me this," she reached into her pocket and pulled out a phone.

Your phone.

Right then and there, Jihyo felt her heart bursting with fear.

"(FN) had it this whole time and I figured it was best to give it to him, but before I did, I looked at it myself and I found some interesting messages."

Jihyo's shoulders fell and her stomach felt ill.

"Is it true? Were you were the reason why he left?"

"..."

"...yes."

"Come in and sit, I want to talk," your mom sidestepped as Jihyo stepped in your home, sitting in living room couch.

To say that Jihyo's heart was pounding in anxiety was an understatement.

She was mortified at what was to come, her mind shutting down as she trembled in fear.

As your mother sat down next to her...

"Tell me everything, I want to hear your story." She asked in a rather same tone.

Jihyo turned to her.

"...Mrs. (Last-"

"No, tell me."

Jihyo gulped and nodded.

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TEN MINTUES LATER

"-...that's why he was in the hospital."

Jihyo proceeded to tell everything, from the moment she started dating Dan to everything she said to him about the accusations of cheating, even telling her about the voicemail she left and even (FN)'s side of the story when you were there.

Your mother took in her story as Jihyo didn't feel at ease, even with confessing.

"...were you planning on telling me this?" She questioned

"I knew I had to soon. I am so sorry, it's not enough, I know. But I want to help (YN) out and then...I'll be gone. I promise I won't see him anymore and stay away from him."

"I read and heard your voice mails Jihyo," she then gazed at Jihyo who was hunched, "did you really miss him that much?" She asked.

Jihyo figured to answer with the fullest of truths.

"I couldn't do anything without him. I've spent every day, since he was missing, just thinking about him." Jihyo answered sincerely.

"Then answer me truthfully," your mother asked, "do you love him?"

"..."

That got her off guard.

"..."

"...I-I do."

"Only after you caught this Dan guy?" She rebutted.

"..."

"Only after you realized that (YN) was right?"

"N-no I-"

"Because if you truly loved (YN)...then you shouldn't have hurt him, you shouldn't have dated that Dan, and you should have known that (YN) was only looking out for you."

"..."

Jihyo had her eyes sealed at that point.

"I know...you're right. I can't lie about that. I was so stupid. I know I can't take back what I said, I can't take back what I did...the only thing I can do now is to help (YN). Looking back, I don't know why I was with Dan, I truly don't anymore, because he means nothing to me...(YN) is everything that Dan's not...he's everything to me. He's been there for me since my first day here. He didn't even know my name and he was helping me out. Every day since then he's gone out of his way to aid me in studies, the language and shown the town around for me. And I can't help, but regret what I've done to (YN). But right now, I will do whatever I can to help him...not just because of what I did, but of what he's done for me."

Your mom continued to stare at Jihyo.

"And I promise, once that he remembers everything, I will leave him alone forever...so that he wouldn't get hurt-"

"No."

Jihyo looked up.

"Why would I want you to leave him? (YN) has been telling us about you, about everything that he's done with you before the incident. He wasn't afraid to give out details, but I could tell that he had something for you and that perhaps you for him if you kept on hanging out with him constantly as well, until Dan."

Jihyo flinched.

"Now I don't know how you got involved with Dan, but none of that matters anymore according to your speech...and you've been seeing (YN) every day since the accident and been helping him so much, that I believe you when you said that you regret it. So promise me that you'll never break his heart again."

Jihyo shook her head.

"I promise, never again." Jihyo said at once.

"And are you doing all this because it's your mess or because you truly care for him?"

"I truly care for him."

"Now let me ask again. Do you love (YN)?"

Jihyo nodded once.

"I do. From the bottom of my heart."

Your mom nodded slowly.

"Then that settles it."

Jihyo felt a ton fell of her, she admitted her feelings about-

"I trust you you'll make (YN) happy as you've made him before. And I want (YN) to hear it again. If you're that important to him, then maybe, maybe it'll trigger something."

Jihyo nodded.

"So...are we okay?" She asked.

"We're okay Jihyo. Everything is okay between us. I understand what happened, but at least (YN) is here with us. Don't worry. Now go see him."

Jihyo nodded and went towards your room, leaving your mom staring as she left.

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KNOCK KNOCK

You opened the door to see Jihyo standing there.

"Hi." You said.

She gulped and looked at you.

"(YN)...I want you to hear something." She said.

"Okay, what is it?"

"You might want to sit."

You did so on your bed and she sat near you.

"I don't know your reaction to this, but maybe it'll bring something."

She then put it on speaker and brought it near you.

"Just listen."

You sat upright and prepared to listen.

(YN)

I know you don't want to hear me or probably even see me. Not after what I've done to you.

You were right. You were right this whole time. I caught him too. I should have listened to you, but I was so stupid and blinded by some stupid emotions and...that's no excuse I know, but I don't know what else I can say.

'Its Jihyo, but wh-'

"Hmm..."

You then grasped your head with the your right hand as it started to hurt.

"K-keep listening (YN)." Jihyo said, but she didn't like that she was forcing you.

...you know Dan right...

...in a relationship...

...personally make you suffer...

I know you hate me now and I don't blame you. Eerything we've done together and I threw it away, destroyed what we have that I need back.

You said you'd love me and I hurt you instead.

...why can't you understand (YN) that he loves me and I love him...

...you're trying to break us up so badly because you're in love with me...

...I would chose him over you...

Your head was hurting even more as the voice of Jihyo was increasing.

Jihyo watched and winced.

What I said to you, sorry isn't good enough, it was cruel of me to say so after you confessed and I can't make you forget hearing that.

I can't even think about how painful it was and I know I can't apologize for it.

Your head thumped with every phrase, visions started to appear left and right as you shut your eyes and grasped onto your head.

...I'm sorry Jihyo...

...I was only trying to look out for you...

...take care Jihyo...

"I know it hurts (YN), but keep listening, try to endure it." Jihyo said as she held the phone to your ear to aid you.

But if you are hearing this, please. I'm begging you to come back home. I need you. I need to see you. I need to hear you, be with you, talk with you, anything with you.

I want to make things up, no matter how long it'll take I want to make up for what I said.

Even if you just want to come and shout at me for my stupidity and being the ungrateful friend that I am.

I don't care, I deserve every word if it means that you'll come back to me

(YN), please, I need you now more than ever

Images of Jihyo popped into your head as you heard each sentence and you-

"E-Enough!"

Jihyo dropped the phone on the bed while you were holding your head as the memories of you and her were coming in.

You grunted as Jihyo watched you in pain, coming closer, it looked worse than the other times.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Jihyo kept saying with her hands on her chest.

You were huffing at the pain in your head, but it was getting over slowly.

"..."

"...J-Jihyo?"

"..." She kept her eyes on you, not replying.

"I-...r-remember...alot..."

"..." She was afraid to ask.

"I-I remember...what happened...it's coming back..."

You looked at it as you recall her message.

"Do you mean it...everything you said on the message?" You asked her.

Once again, tears are coming down her cheeks.

"Yes, I mean everything (YN)...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." She said repeatedly as she stood there, "please. Please forgive me (YN). I didn't mean what I said..." She kept wailing as she said whatever she could.

"Jihyo-"

"You were completely right (YN), I was stupid!"

"Jihyo-"

"I-I should have listened to you!"

"Ji-"

"You mean everything to me! I never meant to-"

"JIHYO!"

Jihyo straightened up after hearing your shout.

"Enough, stop it. Don't blame yourself for that."

Jihyo looked back down.

"But I hurt you. I said what I said, I made you crash and you forgot everything and-...I-I'm s-sorr-" She stopped talking and now was crying.

What she didn't expect was you stepping closer and hugging her.

But Jihyo brought herself into your chest.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She kept saying as you cocooned her in your arms, not saying anything till she stopped, when?

You didn't know.

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Five minutes have passed still and Jihyo sobs turned into sniffles.

She stopped apologizing a minute in and you kept on soothing her.

"..."

"...better?" You asked as Jihyo nodded slowly, "good," you pulled away from her as Jihyo looked up with her stingy eyes, "I don't blame you for anything Jihyo, I really don't."

"But-"

"But nothing, what happened happened, but what matters is what happens now and later. There's nothing we can do about the past. Nothing."

Jihyo felt a mix of relief and confusion.

She had expected anger, resentment, or at least some frustration from you.

Instead, you were being remarkably understanding.

"But," she continued, "I feel responsible. I wish I could undo it all. I was freaking out that you would be gone from my life (YN). Since I got here you were there for everything, helping me whenever you can and for that I am grateful. You're nothing like him (YN), you're everything he's not...you're everything to me." She was repeating the same she said to your mom as you smiled down at her, "I know I can't take back what I said, but I want us (YN) to happen...I love you." You smiled in return, "I love you (YN)...I truly do. I know I don't deserve you, but-hmph"

Jihyo stopped talking because you brought yourself down to her lips, pressing yours onto hers as Jihyo was in another world.

It felt like time stood still.

It was as if all the stars in the universe had converged in that single moment.

She felt a rush of warmth and butterflies in her stomach, and a profound sense of connection with you.

It was a kiss filled with a depth of feeling that words couldn't express.

As they pulled away, their eyes still locked...

"And I love you too Jihyo. No matter what you say or do won't ever, EVER, change that. Got it?"

Jihyo felt like crying again, not of sadness, but happiness as she nodded, her smile forming into a goofy state.

"Y-yeah, I-I love you, (YN). I will always love you."

"Then, Park Jihyo, would you like to go out with me?"

Jihyo reached up and her arms were around your neck.

"I would love to. And I promise (YN) I will help you remember everything else."

"That would be nice." You joked as Jihyo smiled and in a sudden, she pulled you to her and the two of you kissed you again as you pulled her into your body, arms were bringing each other closer.

And Jihyo's heart felt light.

She knew that this kiss was just the beginning of something beautiful.

She was overwhelmed with the incredible sensation of being loved and cherished by someone who meant so much to her.

It was a moment she would treasure forever.

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That's that.

So...the ending probably sucked. I went and revised it about four times now and the other endings weren't that great either. Just went with this one with the images of Jihyo, I even made it to look like the actual things that she said.

So hopefully everyone is happy about this one

Please comment if this final part was okay. Was it bad, was it ehh? Please I would like to know. I don't care how bad the comment is, just wanting to know.

Thanks for taking a pause in your life to reading this. Vote/Comment if you want. And thanks again.

#jihyo x reader #park jihyo #twice jihyo

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sussusamogus47 · 1 year

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I just wanted to call to attention the board games in the final puzzle room, bc I haven't really seen anyone talk about them all that much.

I genuinely can't tell if they were all deliberately chosen for what they are, or if instead it was a case of what the set designers (of Genloss, not Showfall) could get their hands on, but the relative obscurity/odd choice of games makes me think that for the most part it was deliberate.

Lemme explain, starting with the most interesting one first.

Game One: My 2 Homes

This game is most notable because it's the one boardgame that Ranboo actually calls out by name, and one of two (if i remember right) that they ever interact with. What's clever though is how it could easily be written off -- Jerma asks the three of them for examples of things in the room, and he provides one. End of story right?

But consider first that the mind control over them has been getting stronger and stronger, and the past few rooms we've been seeing them become more NPC-like, interacting with things less and less, taking less of an interest in other things.

What makes it more interesting in my opinion though, is the fact that the game is meant to help children "communicate and process their feelings about divorce".

What does this mean though?

Well, looking at the verb definitions of divorce, there's two ways it can be taken:

You could make an argument for the first definition, sure. But just look at that second definition. Separate or dissociate something from something else. Aka Ranboo and reality.

Suddenly Ranboo's calling out of the game looks more like a call for help. To use the game for its intended purpose and say "I'm still here, please help me. I don't want this to continue."

I could be stretching here. But the subtly of it is really good, and imo wouldn't be out of place.

Game Two: Maul of America

The pun in this one is actually what made me notice the oddity of some of the choices of these board games. For those who mightn't know, the Mall of America is one of the largest malls in the United States.

The premise of this game is simple: You're in a mall during the zombie apocalypse, and have to fight your way out. One player controls all of the zombies, and each other player controls themselves, obviously.

The parallels here alone are honestly astounding lol

But wait, there's more!! Upon rewatching this entire section, I believe this is the only other board game that Ranboo ever interacts with. Even more interestingly, I believe this might be the only game in the room that has its pieces outside of the box and partially set up.

For reference:

Here's an image of the board + some of the pieces, courtesy of boardgamegeek.com

And here's the closest, best shot I could get of the board:

Notice the standing pieces, the flipped over ones, and their positions relative to one another. Red is flipped, blue and orange are standing up. One zombie is standing, the rest are flipped. Blue is by red, and orange is by a zombie.

Now I'm sure you know, but for Dramatic Effect ™ I'd like to point out the primary colours of each person's outfit in this room:

Red

Blue

Orange

So then, Ranboo, Sneeg, and Austin are obviously intended to be the players here, with either Showfall (or the founder) controlling the zombies. Sneeg's blue token is likely closer to Ran's red one to indicate that they know each other, which supports some of the other theories around that.

But then why's Ranboo's token flipped? And what's with the zombie?

Well this is where we pull into Speculation Station, because I'm honestly not too sure. I'd like to say that the flipped token indicates Ranboo's mind controlled state, but then why isn't Sneeg's flipped too? After all, we all saw him get forcefully controlled by the Showfall Crew. My only other guess is that it hints at the ending, where somehow Austin and Sneeg survive and escape Showfall where Ranboo doesn't, but I feel like that's shaky at best so idrk.

Similar problems occur with the zombie, too. You could say it's Ranboo being mind controlled by the zombie player, but then Sneeg should have one too if that's the case. It can't really be Jerma bc he's well, dead by this point. It could maybe be the camera operator? But we also see the rats behind the curtain so wouldn't they have one too?

I really don't know honestly. But I've been going on about this one for a while lol so I should probably move on.

Game Three: Anti-Monopoly

This one is basically what it says on the tin: Anti-Monopoly, or a trust busting game where players have to go around dismantling large corporations. Depending on the size of the company, (oligopoly, trust, or monopoly) you need one to three tokens respectively to take them down.

I'd imagine that Showfall is a pretty large corporation, so my guess is that the symbolism here is meant to be Hetch's (or even Ranboo's) intention to dismantle the company. If the former, it could maybe mean that Hetch isn't here to actually help Ranboo, but is instead using him for in order to dismantle Showfall, which would be a twist for sure.

Game Four: Twister Moves

This seems like a version of Twister with maybe a musical chair-esque aspect to it. Someone plays as the DJ and plays music, and calls out moves to the other players.

If I had to guess, this is meant to symbolize Showfall's control over people, and how they tell them what to do.

Miscellaneous Games

These ones I don't really have much (or anything) for, honestly. I'm mostly putting them here in case anyone has any ideas, or in case they're somehow relevant.

I also have to stop adding images unfortunately bc I've hit the app's limit :(

Battleground: Crossbows and Catapults

Interestingly enough I had this as a kid lol. Used to play with just the lil plastic castles and guys a lot, not really playing the game. Anyway, the premise is you use the rubber-band powered disc launchers on top of the castles to knock down the other team's guys. Apparently hitting their flag gets you bonus lives or something, so maybe that's relevant?

Star Wars 100 Piece Puzzle (1996)

I.. actually really doubt this one's relevant. It seems a bit too mainstream for it to be, and it's also a puzzle. The date could maybe be relevant? Piece count? Or somehow the characters on it (Luke, Leia, Vader) are, but I just can't think of anything that'd work here, so my best guess is it's a red herring.

Classico (??)

I literally couldn't find anything on this one that matched the box, so I'm at a total loss.

Closing Remarks

Well, I hope that was all comprehendable :D I spent the past two hours or so putting it all together, and honestly in the process of doing so found wayy more to it than I initially thought.

And with that, I bid you adieu!

#genloss #generation loss #genloss spoilers #genloss theory #gl!ranboo #gl!austin #gl!sneegsnag #generation loss theory

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zombie!au - r having intense nightmares after her kidnapping and Steve comforting her through them? There is something about overprotective Steve that just does something to me. Thank you for all your lovely writing 💜💜

tysm your request! I'm sorry the nightmares aren't overly intense but I'm happy to write more for it if you want to see a really bad one, I focused heavy on the comfort! steve zombie!au | fem!reader

Steve strokes the line between your eyebrows. The room is dark beside the moonlight, white and bright and spilling through the closed curtains. It rests over the slope of your cheek, and the eye not hidden by your pillow, dances between the hairs that make up your eyebrows and the softer, thinner ones between them.

He lets his palm rub down your face, curling it closed behind your neck, and presses his forehead to yours. You've been sleeping for an hour now and have yet to stir. He hopes the nightmare won't happen tonight, that you might finally get a good night's rest.

"Goodnight," he whispers, barely a sound.

He's not sure how long he sleeps. What he gets is dreamless and thick, the heavy weight of submersion at the bottom of a swimming pool. He hears your warped voice, his ears popping as he crawls back to the surface of consciousness.

"Don't," you're saying. It's what you always say. "My hands. Don't tie my hands."

Steve sits up slowly, not wanting to scare you worse than you already are. By the time he takes your hands into his you've stopped talking, roused by his movements. The after of the nightmares never last. You don't feel the urgency of the memory once you're awake properly, but you do remember. You struggle into a sitting position.

He holds your fingers in his. Curls them over his index fingers, thumbs bumping in sync up and down the small hills of your knuckles.

"Sorry to wake you up," you say.

"You're shaking."

"I think I'm cold."

He lets go of one trembling hand to reach toward the blanket he'd layered at the end of the bed. He drapes it over your shoulders, tucking it right up to your neck.

"I don't want you to be sorry for waking me up, okay?" he asks, cupping your cheek briefly before letting his hand fall back to the heap of yours in your lap.

"It must get annoying."

He shakes his head, lips pressed together in a firm line. "Never."

You nod like you don't believe him and pull your hands away from his. You start to pick at your short nails, lip wobbling. He doesn't know how to make this better, but he'd made you a promise.

"You want a drink, honey?" he asks, hoping the pet name will emphasise how loved you are. I'm sorry I'm not doing what I said I would. I said I'd make it okay, he thinks.

"Yes," you say, and your movement loosens the first fat tear.

He pinches it off of your cheek gently and leans down in bed, hand feeling blindly across the floor by the bed for the metal water bottle. He unscrews it, offers it to you, and frowns when you take it.

"What's wrong?" he asks finally.

He thinks it's better to admit he doesn't know what you need comforting for than to let you think he doesn't care, even if he looks stupid while asking. And obviously he knows you're upset about what happened to you. Being taken as you had been, being zip tied and threatened and made to think you might be hurt or killed, none of that is fair or easy. He understands why you're not coping well in the after.

You sigh and take a little sip of water and pass the bottle back to him. He puts it on the floor again.

"I know how you must be feeling," he says softly, "but if you could just tell me what's making you so…" scared. "What's making you cry. I'm right here, baby."

You look up at him with eyes full of shimmering tears, a wobbly smile forcing a second and third to race down to your chin. They've crested the soft line of your jaw and wet the neck of your shirt before he can stop them.

"I really want a hug," you say thickly.

He puts his arm behind your back. "You don't have to ask," he says, trying for some lightness. "Not now, not ever."

Perhaps he hadn't been very touchy when you first met, or for some time after that, but he hopes you know how loved you are. Steve is young and he hadn't been all that sure about love before he met you, didn't know if it was something you gave or something you begged for.

Now he knows it's this. A tight hug in the dark. Whispered assurances. The heat of the person you'd die for seeping into your skin.

He doesn't know if you know how loved you are, but there's an easy way to fix that.

"Since when do you ask for a hug?" he teases, back twisted uncomfortably to make sure you're as encompassed by his arms as you can possibly be.

"I wasn't asking," you argue weakly.

"No, and you shouldn't. What kind of guy does that make me? My girl begging for hugs, can you imagine?" He presses his lips lips to the tail of your eyebrow. "No," he murmurs against your skin. "No, you weren't asking, 'cause you don't need to. I'm your personal hug factory."

You laugh and sniffle, sounding stuffed up.

"Forever," he threatens. "This is it, bub."

"Oh no," you drawl, attempting some drama. It warms his heart.

He pulls back from the hug enough to see your face. Your hands play loosely at his waist, shifting and furling into the fabric of his too-big sleep shirt like you're not sure what to do with them.

"If you want to talk about. If you want to tell me anything, I'll listen. I'll try to say the right thing," he says to you, laying it down one timid word at a time.

"Stevie, I know."

He shakes off his hesitance like an ill-fitting costume.

"I know you know." He's more bravado than boy. He loves you. "But I thought I'd give you a reminder, that's all."

You lick your chapped lips and, in the light, Steve can see the small scabs on your cheeks either side of your mouth. He thinks of how tightly someone would have to squeeze you to leave marks like that, and he clenches his jaw.

"You want to lie down again?" he asks.

You answer without talking, pushing your weight into his chest and encouraging him back into the mattress and your blissfully clean sheets. You're stiff for a few minutes, worried you'll fall into another nightmare, but Steve doesn't mind working you down. He kisses the top of your head intermittently, stroking a practised back and forth between your strung shoulders. He whispers a small declaration of love.

"Thank you for taking care of me," you say, a slurry of sloppy syllables as your breathing evens out.

"It's what I'm here for." It's the full and absolute truth.

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a-edgar-allan-hoe · 1 year

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Fade Into You

ResidentEvil4Remake!Leon Kennedy x FemScientist/Pathologist/!Reader

Resident Evil x The Last of Us crossover

A/N: Just a little idea I had lying around. The timelines are a bit jumbled up since the Last of Us and Resident Evil take place in different eras so I made this story takes place in modern time so bear with me here. I hope y'all like it and let me know what you think! 💜

Summary: Imagine being a scientist set with the task of finding a cure for everything that has happened, assigned to return the world to how it once was only to become an assignment for someone else, an agent named Leon S. Kennedy tasked with making sure you are transported safely to your destination.

Warnings: language, some potential suggestive content, blood and gore and violence.

Notes: angst, some comfort and fluff and Leon’s terrible dad jokes and some trauma sprinkled in there.

Time. Time is a strange thing. Nonphysical and always there, always changing, from beginning to end. At the same time, it comes in cycles, repetitions and patterns. A metaphysical figment of creation, a concept constructed and molded to the understanding of the human species. An entity bigger than ourselves, spanning across millions of galaxies, and yet can fit within the palm of our hands. What is time, other than of what we know of it. Often times you found yourself wondering the same thing.

You don't know how long it has been since the outbreak, since the virus that started to plague the earth was first heard on the news, since well..........everything. So much has happened since, you had trouble remembering a lot of it, or any of it for that matter.

You used to work for the CDC, you still do, or what’s left of it, before you were taken against your will................there's not much left of anything anymore. Back then, you were the leading scientist in the department of Cancer Prevention and Control. 'New and upcoming young scientist leads the fight against cancer', titled the articles that were written about you, some of them far too promising and others harshly criticizing and objectifying. You're pretty sure you still have those articles stashed away somewhere, the good, the bad, and the ugly. What for? You’re not sure. Motivation perhaps, if there was any still left in you.

You were the best at your field, nearing a breakthrough for finding the ultimate cure for cancer that targeted the cells at the earliest and even latest stage, diminishing the illness completely as if it had never even existed in the host. You had even been featured on the cover of Life Magazine and the Smithsonian magazine for your work, the photos taken of you wearing your lab coat and standing over your microscope or interacting with your team and your patients. Boy was your father proud, his little girl on the verge of revolutionizing the medical world, he almost always had a hard time believing it, still picturing the day he held you bundled in his arms when you were first born. You were still ever his little girl to him. You could still remember the look on his face, the way he beamed when he found out, buying a copy of both those magazines just to frame it up on the wall as if there wasn’t already enough pictures of you and your little sister throughout your years.

You almost accomplished your mission, almost. You were close, so close. And then the virus took over, the Plagas and then the Cordyceps brain infection. Cancer became the least of worries.

Since the epidemic, you tried to save as much of your family photos as you could. After all, they were the only things left as a reminder of the past, of how things were. It's been so long the pictures almost don't seem real, like something created out of the mind of a delusionist, taken from of the pages of a science fiction novel, an imitation of an alternate reality. Never in you right mind did you think all those flesh-eating zombie movies you snuck out to watch with your sister at the local theater as a teen would feel more true to life than the actual past, the history of the human race.

Every night before you went to sleep, you'd pull out the storage box from under your bed, the one containing your family's photo albums, flipping through each page and staring at the photos of your parents and little sister as a way of forcing your brain to remember them. You believed this was your way of keeping them in your memory, recollecting the moment behind when each photograph was taken as if they were pieces of a broken vase meant to hold all that was you, pieces that sliced at you whenever you tried to put them back together. Truth was, you were afraid, desperate to cling on to the echo of their existence. And so you looked at those photos in a ritualistic manner, each and every night before bed. Truth is, you were starting to forget their faces, their voices, and you knew it.

In the beginning there were many; scientists, doctors, or pathologists or whatever you wanna call them, working on the task that was given to you by the government, each and every one of them fighting for a life of their own and the lives of many. Now they were just names on the diplomas that hung in their offices, names printed under an achievement of the institution they attended, just pieces of paper left to gather dust and be forgotten. Sometimes you wondered if you were the only one left; in your state, your country, the world? Who knows. In the building you worked, there used to be seven, then there were six, then five, then four…………….now there was only you.

Time seems to be nonexistent to you. The clocks on your walls meant nothing, nothing more than some numbers and a bunch of little gears that turn the hands to display the hour. A symbol of endless nothingness. The white walls of the building you worked in were just a place that they happened to hang on. And god you hated those white walls. You’ve lost count of the days you spent locked up within them, with nothing to keep you company except for the lab rats and your own thoughts. It's a wonder you didn't lose your sanity. A time came when you’d question if you’d ever see another human again. It seems as if your prayers were answered.

You were currently sat on the makeshift bed of a small base hideout, staring ahead at the fabric of the military tent that blew slightly against the wind, the makeshift tent that you stayed in after you were rescued, if you would call it that. Being the only woman at a base full of military men had its own fears, and you'd almost rather be out with the infected than here. You don’t know what it’s like anymore, being free I mean, you only remember being held hostage, held in one place to work for the government only to be taken away to work for another before being taken again for your so-called expertise, like an almost endless cycle, as if you were some goods that needed to be traded off and transported from one destination to another until you could no longer be of use.

You couldn't remember much after you were taken by the cult in an attempt to bring back Umbrella Corp or whatever they wished to call themselves, the memory of it all was still as fuzzy as when you first arrived under their "management". Now what would you even call your current circumstance? A formal and civil hostage situation under the label of U.S. personnel? You were only being held for the time being before being sent back to the states to work for whatever was left of the government. And as much as you wanted to go back home, or what's left of it if we're being honest, you've only heard of how worse it has gotten since you left.

“Y/l/n.” One of the soldiers called for you as he opened the flap entrance to your tent, his form casting a shadow across the floor in front of you. “It’s time.”

You gave the soldier a quick nod, grabbing your backpack from the floor and the small pocket knife that you kept under your pillow, stuffing the folded blade in the back pocket of your jeans as you got up and walked out of your tent. You followed the soldier as he led you through the open area where other soldiers were gathered, some of them standing guard, some eating their meals and others standing around leisurely as they conversed with each other. You could feel their eyes on you, watching you tag behind the soldier that was in front of you as he led you to the bigger tent on the other side of the field, the tent where the officers and higher ups held their meetings to discuss important matters.

You heard some voices coming out from inside the tent, two to be exact, discussing something important apparently. It’s all they ever did around here. And as you stepped in after the soldier, you saw the colonel speaking to a man you had never seen before. Tall, blond hair, wearing civilian yet practical clothes with tactical gear over it, unlike everyone else here who donned the military uniforms. He's definitely not military-

“Sir-“ the soldier that led you spoke, alerting the colonel of your presence.

“Ah. There you are.” The colonel turned towards you with a smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling from his old age as he gestured you over to where he stood at the table that was stationed dead center of the larger tent. “Was beginning to think you wouldn’t show.”

You looked between the two men across from you in the tent once the soldier that was by you had left, allowing you a better view as you only watched with slight uncertainty before approaching the officer. The man whom you did not recognize had looked your way as well, his face not showing a single shift in emotion upon your arrival, but you had managed to notice the slight curious quirk of his brow at seeing you. Who the hell was he?

“Say hello to your assignment,” the colonel gestured towards you as he spoke to the blond man. God you hated being called that, assignment. “Dr. y/n y/l/n."

“Leon S. Kennedy.” The man outstretched his hand, to which you stared at with the blankest look possible.

"............Pleasure." You gave the man a short smile, completely disregarding his offer for a handshake before turning to the older officer and pulling him aside as if the young man wasn’t even present in the first place, watching from the side of your eye as he awkwardly pulled his hand back, a look of hidden puzzlement on his face. You didn't want to seem rude but this was not what you had signed up for, being alone for who knows how long with a man you absolutely did not know.

“Agent Kennedy here is to ensure that you are transported and arrived safely to your destination.” The colonel answered after seeing the silent but scrutinizing look on your face.

So an agent huh. He’s probably as stuck up as the rest of those shit heads you've had to come across. Agent or not, who's to say he isn't like the others.

“What does that have to do with me?"

"Well he's been hired as your bodyguard."

You tried your best not to laugh. "What, some washed up reject of the Backstreet Boys?” You lowered your voice, knowing damn well the agent a few feet away from you could hear everything.

Leon couldn’t help but cock his head back with a slight scoff, not sure if he should be offended by your insult or impressed by the creativity behind it.

“Agent Kennedy is the best in his field. And our job is to make sure you end up safe back in America. I’m afraid you’re much too valuable to be left to wander back on your own.”

You let out a small huff, crossing your arms over your chest with a stern look of contemplation as you eyed the ground beneath your feet before finally folding. He had a point there, it was dangerous out there. But who's to say you should trust him? You had trouble trusting anyone for that matter. "Do you trust the guy?" You looked up at the colonel, knowing better than to trust a man's word but who else was there. There wasn't really anyone here to protect you but yourself.

"Agent Kennedy is a good man, reliable, I assure you."

You don't know that. "............then I suppose I have no choice but to take your word then." You sighed, knowing there wasn't really a way out of this.

“Good. Go easy on him alright.” The colonel straightened up, placing his hand on the back of your shoulder as he led you back to where the other man stood.

"Agent Kennedy, I trust you'll keep Miss y/l/n here safe."

"Yes sir." Leon nodded his head, attempting to send you a kind smile as if to say you were in good hands but you only stared off into the distance, still unhappy with the decision made. As long as it meant you went back home. Home. Jesus. You don't even know what was awaiting you there.

"She can be quite stubborn at times but you'll get used to it." The older officer added with a chuckle to which you shot back with a quick glare.

"Well that's fine by me." Leon smiled. "I'm a patient man." If only he knew how much you were going to drive him up the wall.

"Well here is the location where she needs to be dropped off." The officer handed Leon a piece of paper. If you have any questions, you know who to call."

"Copy that."

"Can I have a handgun-"

"No." The colonel was quick to interrupt your question. "That won't be necessary."

"Fine." You mumble to yourself. "Guess I'll just use my butter knife then."

Leon quietly watched the interaction between the two of you, slowly getting a clue about the personality of who he was going to be spending the upcoming days with, and he wasn't quite sure how to feel about it. He too would have opted for the same response as the colonel since you didn't look like the type to have ever fired a gun, much less used any weapon at all. And what exactly did you mean by butter knife? Should he be worried?

"Well you'd better get going, you don't want to be traveling at night, not with what's out there."

"Yes sir." Leon nodded his head at the colonel before heading out of the tent.

You turned to follow the tall blond but were stopped by the officer who held his hand up. "Not just yet. I have something here for ya."

You watched as the colonel pulled out a large black case, clicking open the clasps before opening it to reveal a hunting rifle nestled safely inside.

"I thought you said I couldn't have a gun."

"No, I said you couldn't have a handgun."

The colonel stepped aside, allowing you room to take a step closer to examine the rifle better. Was that? You'd recognize that wooden stock anywhere.

"My dad's rifle. How?"

"Had someone retrieve it from your old place. I'm guessing you know how to use it, judging from the way you recognized it so quickly."

"I-Thank you....sir."

"Just make sure you get your ass back to the lab in one piece." The colonel pulled the rifle out from the case before handing it to you, along with a box of some ammo.

"Of course." You sent the colonel a short smile, putting the box of ammo into your backpack before taking the rifle from his hands, feeling the weight of the thing within your grasp, recognizing each scuff mark and scratch that lined the wooden body, the little signs of wear and tear caused by your own clumsiness, each of them reminding you of the times spent with your father at the range when he taught you how to use the thing. It even smelled of him, after all this time. If you weren’t in a public setting you would have curled up into a ball and cried, holding the rifle close to your frame as if it were the remnants of your father, the man who raised and protected you for the majority of your life. And in a way, it was.

"Stay safe out there kid."

“Sure thing.” You gave a nod, slinging the strap of the rifle over your shoulder as you pushed the memories and emotions away, heading over to the entrance of the tent until the colonel called out again.

“Hey kid.”

“Yeah?” You turned back to face the older gentleman. It wasn’t long, the time that you’ve known him, but he seemed to be the only one that looked out for you, the only one that stood up for you when the other soldiers harassed you and uttered vulgar things in your direction.

“Try not to get separated from Agent Kennedy.”

“Can’t promise that.” You turned back around, raising your hand to send him a wave goodbye before pushing aside the flap of the entrance and stepping out into the sunlight. Well, this is it. Another day, another journey.

You were met outside of the tent with Agent Kennedy, who seemed to have been waiting outside the whole time, hopefully not eavesdropping, not that there was anything important or personal said back there but you just didn’t like people listening in on your conversations.

Straightening up, Leon gave a quick glance over your form before eyeing the rifle on your back. That definitely was not there before. “Where the hell did you get that thing?"

Christ this man talks too damn much and you just met him.

Rolling your eyes, you ignored his question, or rather his whole presence as you headed towards the truck that was set out for you. As much as you didn't want to be rude, you were anxious to get the hell out of this place and return to a place that you at least knew.

“Never mind I guess.” Leon muttered to himself before trying to catch up with you ahead. Jesus you walked with purpose.

Opening up the passenger door of the truck, you threw your backpack and rifle in the backseat before seating yourself in the passenger seat, putting on your seatbelt as you watched Leon walk up to the truck, still a couple feet away.

“Can this dude be any slower?” You muttered under your breath with a roll of your eyes, propping your elbow up on the door window as you stared out of it.

“Someone’s eager to get out of here.” Leon chuckled at the way you had situated yourself so quickly along with the obvious impatient expression that sat on your face as he opened the driver door before getting in himself, putting the keys into the ignition to start the car.

“So uh..........” Leon adjusted the rear view mirror before placing a hand on the back of your seat as a way to back the car out of the parking spot while you only studied his movements from the corner of your eye before glancing out the widow again. Why did you have a gut feeling this guy wasn’t the best driver. “where to huh? My place or yours?” Leon cracked a smug grin, hoping to lighten the mood judging from the unease you must have felt to be left with a complete stranger but quickly changing his mind after seeing the absolute foul, confidence-shattering side-eye that you just threw him.

If this man doesn't shut up-

"Right-" Leon cleared his throat, his expression changing back to his usual resting one as he looked back ahead, changing the gear to reverse as he backed out of the parking spot. Not even a minute with you and he could already tell you were going to be a blast to be around. You were the complete opposite of Ashley. And as much as he preferred a quiet atmosphere, he'd rather take his chances with Ashley all over again.

Some silence had passed between the two of you once you hit the road and left the base behind, the only sounds being the humming of the car and the wind outside. The drive was scenic in a way, if it were not for the situation at hand. But watching the trees and landscape blur by through the car window almost reminded you of the drives you went on with your father and sister, transporting you back to the road trips where the three of you would listen to the radio while fighting over who's turn it was to play the next song.

You missed your father softly singing along to his music that you at one time used to be annoyed by, your sister and you referring to his taste in music as the "Ancient Ballads of Babylon". And oh how he used to get defensive over it, calling it the "good stuff unlike todays junk", though he was never able to hide back the smile from your little slanders. What you would do to listen to his music again, to be in his truck sitting in the passenger seat reading a book before crawling to the backseat to take a nap with your sister, her head resting on your lap while your rested yours against the window.

Due to how quiet you were, Leon couldn't help but to glance over in your direction to make sure you were still alive, noticing the way you had become lost in thought, your gaze seeming to reach miles away. His eyes traced down to the subtle movement of your hands, watching how your fingers toyed with the dainty beaded bracelet that sat at your right wrist. There were a couple white beads situated together, printed with small black letters that formed a word, or rather a name, but before he could have a chance at reading what it was, you had noticed him looking, causing you to swiftly pull the sleeve of your loose sweater over your wrist. The sudden movement from you had caused Leon to clear his throat as he snapped his head back to the road, as if embarrassed at being caught before clearing his throat. "So uh, are you some bigwig's daughter? The president had requested you specifically."

The president? There was still a president? Well shit.

"Look. I'm just trying to know what I'm dealing with here." Leon put his hand up in defense after the annoyed expression you gave him.

You shook your head lightly at his behavior, heaving out a released breath as you propped your arm up once more, resting your head against your hand and discretely wiping away the tear that was starting to fall down the corner of your eye.

"Doctor huh. What are you, UCLA grad? You strike me as a LA city kind of girl-"

"Harvard." You interrupted.

"So you do speak." Leon shot you a quick smirk, surprised at your sudden input before staring back at the road. "Thought it was just me but....looks like I struck a nerve here. Sooo......Harvard huh? You must be pretty brainy then, surviving a med school like that."

"............" Dear god please.

"You know, you look a little young to be a doctor."

Geez, if that isn't the first time you've heard that one. You wished the man would just shut up and focus on the road. You swore that if he somehow ended up sending the car off a cliff you were going to personally strangle the blond yourself. Actually, come to think of it, if he talked any more you just might take the wheel and drive off a cliff yourself.

"I take it you're not much of a talker." Leon commented on the way you so obviously tried to ignore him. Jesus, did he rub you the wrong way or what. Or was it just the Ivy League attitude? He had heard the talk amongst his old colleagues back at the station about the Ivy League folk that would sometimes come through the town. Overly-educated and stuck up, some of the officers would call them.....if you consider calling someone overly-educated an insult. Perhaps this was what they meant? Seems like you didn't want to even be associated within the same proximity as him.

Rolling your eyes, you twisted around in your seat to reach for your bag, pulling it onto your lap and opening up the zipper before digging into the contents inside.

Leon watched you with curiosity, opening his mouth to ask just what it was you were up to before seeing you pull out a pair of headphones and a portable CD player that looked like you stole right out of the 90s. Keeping the backpack on your lap, you slipped the headphones onto your head, pressing play on the device before pulling your feet up onto the seat and turning towards the window so that your back faced the man in the driver seat.

Leon couldn't help but to shake his head with a light chuckle, taking this as a sign to shut the hell up and let you be in your own little bubble. Maybe you’re just shy. Or maybe you just don’t like him. Or maybe you’ve been through a lot. Who knows.

You watched the trees once more, listening to the song that played through the speakers of your headphones, Fade Into You by Mazzy Star, letting the soft tunes soothe your nerves. And as much as you tried to force yourself to stay awake in order to stay alert for your own safety, you couldn’t help the drowsiness that took over you. The music playing through your headphones, the blur of the trees out the window, and the subtle vibration of the moving car only added to that effect. And slowly, you let yourself slip, your eyelids growing heavy as you finally shut your eyes.

The drive had felt like hours for Leon, but he didn't mind as much. In fact, this was sort of relaxing, just driving, listening to music he enjoyed as it played softly from the radio, the volume lowered as means to not disturb you. This mission was turning out to be less stressful than the others. Or maybe he shouldn't speak too soon.

The young agent would occasionally find himself glancing over in your direction, perhaps to make sure you were okay and weren't dead. He had a bad habit of making sure the people under his care were alive and well and not breathing their last breath….if you would call that a bad habit. As much as this man hides it behind his cold exterior, I am positive he is just as panicky as the rest of us.

Your lack of movement had started to worry the blond, seeing that you have stayed in that position for a couple hours now as he began to wonder just what the hell you could have been doing the whole time in order to stay in the same exact position. (He has his himbo moments.) But the slow shifting of your form had relieved the young man as he watched you turn over on your other side to now face him, getting a glimpse of your closed lids behind the strands of your loose hair that almost covered the look of calm on your face, hearing the small moan that came from your chest in your state of sleep as you shifted around while your brows furrowed together at the center in a look that he could only describe as discomfort from your curled up position on the passenger seat.

One thing he had noticed though, if he listened close enough, he could hear the slight and faint whistle of the air rushing through your nostrils each time you breathed, a sign that usually meant a deviated septum. He didn’t know why, but that tiny detail had somehow set his mind at ease…something so insignificant…so barely noticeable unless you really paid attention to it…almost as if it had made you more human. And the thought of it was comforting to him.

As he looked over your sleeping form, he couldn’t help but to take note of the details that made you: of your hair that looked as if it had not been brushed through, or the dark circles under your eyes, or the little bump on your nose at the bridge, or the faint signs of hyperpigmentation and small little acne scars that lined certain areas of your face, or the light dust of freckles on your nose that were barely visible unless you really took a closer look. Even down to your wardrobe, your oversized navy blue v-neck sweater and the white tee you wore underneath, and your loose-fitted jeans, and your worn in black doc martens. Leon did not know how to describe it, but there was something comforting about you, something that made him feel…at ease. And maybe…just maybe, this mission might not be as bad as he once thought.

Part 2?

#resident evil leon #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x oc #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x fem reader #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy fanfic

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toastedjeans · 1 month

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So anyway i made a pizza tower oc/self insert/fanchild?? Technically?? If you squint.....

Their name's Ziti and they're Peppino and Gustavo's adopted "kid" (they're around 16). If you saw this post before, i aged them down a bit and changed/got rid of a few other things.

Anyway, some info about them below

I'm still too lazy to put all this into sentences and in an order that makes sense so here's a bigass list

They were adopted by Peppino and Gustavo after the tower fell

Used to work in the tower in the background, probably in a computer room. There was never much work there so they often fell asleep or doodled on the side. When there was work it was very stressful for them and they were easily overwhelmed. They never took days off cause they felt they didn't deserve to. Still, they desperately need a break (more on that in the backstory post)

Very anxious, but unlike Peppino, their anxiety does not turn into rage, just more anxiety and later on extreme tiredness. They're always tired tbh

Likes goofing around with Gustavo. He's the slightly sillier dad, while Peppino is slightly more caring and comforting (he can relate to the trans struggles. We love trans Peppino in this house). Of course, they're both caring and silly and great dads and love their kid very much

Random headcanon that Gustavo likes picking up people as a sign that he likes them a lot, and you know he often does that to Ziti (and Peppino lol)

Absolutely cannot cook, they WILL burn the kitchen down while trying to boil water. Please for the love of pizza do NOT let them near any kitchen. Peppino is honestly amazed by how bad someone's cooking skills can be (he says they're worse than Maurice's, which is saying a lot)

Not used to physical affection, at first only cuddles with Brick. Touch starved as hell.

Fakey is kinda like a mix between a best friend, a big brother, and a weird pet to them. It's weird at first, seeing how he resembles one of their dads so much, but they eventually get used to it

An awkward piece of ham™, but there's a silly goofy goober under all that anxiety

They always put other's needs in front of theirs, resulting in them neglecting their own needs because they're "not important enough" in their mind.

Always tries doing things on their own because they don't like bothering others, even if they know they can't do it alone. Will not actively ask for help but will reluctantly accept it when offered.

Giving gifts is their love language. Gives gifts randomly whenever they find something, but still feels bad when they don't have a gift on a special day (birthdays, Christmas, etc), or if they think their gift is lame

They're very forgetful, but they do remember tiny things nobody cares about. Will forget your birthday, but remembers that they once saw a frog jump directly into water and exactly how the resulting splash looked. This has no significance to anything at all, but they do remember it!

No fashion sense. At all. I mean look at them. Bland white ass. (No wonder tbh if you know where they come from)

Very pale, often got called a vampire or zombie when they were younger. Peppino and Gustavo sometimes lovingly refer to them as their little Mozzarella (despite both of them being smaller than Ziti)

Lastly, they're strangely obsessed with Noisette's cooking. Their favorite is her peanut butter spaghetti. Never gets sick from any of her food. They're not picky is all I'm saying. (Kinda explained in the backstory post)

#toasted art #pizza tower #pizzasona #pizza tower oc #toast ocs #peppino spaghetti #gustavo pizza tower #pepstavo #heavily implied i mean did you see the drawings #anyway um. I'm nervous for some reason #although i have to say. it was comforting drawing all these #look let me live out my fantasy of having parents that are proud of me okay #according to my mind they'd love me so there's that #I'm too stupid to come up with a better design so y'all have to live with that

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weirdmarioenemies · 2 months

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Name: Chester Chomper Jr. Debut: This post from three years ago

Hey, so remember three years ago when we had you plant those Chester Chomper seeds to grow a Baby Chester Chomper for the sake of love and also profit? Well here he is! This is your son, who celebrated his third birthday just yesterday! Aren't you proud of him? They grow up so fast, huh?

As young as he may be, Chester Chomper Jr. already knows about the delectable taste of Plants vs. Zombies: Garden Warfare Cheetos from 2014, and I'm sure that hearing that makes you a proud parent. And it's good he does, given Chester Chomper Jr. is allergic to every food that isn't 2014 Garden Warfare Cheetos or zombies! I know this because I tried breastfeeding him once, and he ended up hospitalized for three weeks. But don't worry, even if the world's supply of 2014 Garden Warfare Cheetos runs out, there's enough corpses on Earth to last him a lifetime!

(his lollipop is made of both by the way i feel the need to clarify that)

Look! Chester Chomper Jr. is on a playdate in the Toy Corner with Mako and Spikina! Isn't it adorable? He even managed to share some of his 2014 Garden Warfare Cheetos with them, wow! Now, it's not good business practice to just give them away, but give Chester Chomper Jr. a break. He's only a child! He'll learn in due time.

Lately, Chester Chomper Jr. has been practicing his ABCs (so he can know how to spell "Cheetos" correctly) and 123s (so he can track how much product he's been selling). He's also a prodigy at video games, becoming a top-level Plants vs. Zombies: Garden Warfare player while he plays as an effigy of his dead father! Neat-o beans!

And due to his absolute, undeniable adorability, sales for 2014 Garden Warfare Cheetos have been up 1000000000%! (This is from "0," which means the current number being sold is also "0," but that means you can make the number as big as you want while still being correct...!)

I think you should feel proud of your son, and how much he's grown in these past three years. (As a plant, it turns out he's pretty good at that!) Someday soon, he'll be something more special than any of us... a Radical Snack Food mascot. Sniff! His father would be so proud!

"ALLLLLRIIIIIIIIIGHHHHTTTT!" - Chester Chomper Sr. (from beyond the grave)

#chester chomper jr.#chester chomper jr #chester chomper #mod hooligon #april fools #cheetos #ad

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