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the-sunflower-room · 6 months

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✧ to die by your side ✧

dazai x fem!reader

☆ genre: angst, hurt/comfort

☆ wc: 9.5k

☆ summary: dazai’s girlfriend is kidnapped by a revenge-seeking enemy and must count down the agonizing minutes to her death. dazai and the rest of the ada race to save her before time runs out.

☆ warnings: kidnapping, violence, language, mentions of blood/torture/drugging, dazai-typical suicide mentions, brief mentions of throwing up, self-loathing dazai, panic attacks, etc- overall just pretty angsty! slightly canon divergent with the way i wrote dazai’s ability. i also threw in some comfort at the end as a little treat <3

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Pain. Blinding pain.

That was the first thing Y/N noticed as she slowly regained consciousness. Her skull felt like it was on fire, her temple throbbing and wrists aching. A heavy weight sat on her chest and made the simple act of breathing difficult. A faint but persistent beeping noise seemed amplified in her ringing ears, worsening her pounding headache while the heavy scent of blood in the air made her stomach churn.

What was going on?

Confusion persisted until her mind began to register the other noises in her surroundings.

A man’s voice she didn’t recognize.

The soft beep of a video camera starting to record.

Something about the agency.

Dazai’s name.

Her body broke into a cold sweat at the sudden mention of her boyfriend.

Realizing her eyelids were too heavy to even open, Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what the hell had happened. The last thing she remembered was kissing Dazai goodnight outside of her apartment, then quietly getting ready for bed once he had left. What could have possibly happened between then and now? Whose voice was echoing around her? Why did her body feel so heavy, and why were her thoughts so incoherent? If she could just get up-

Oh.

Her wrists were bound behind her, the rest of her body anchored to the chair she was sat in by chains of steel. There was something large strapped to her abdomen emitting a beeping noise every few seconds.

Her heart nearly stopped beating in her chest as she slowly put together what was happening in her hazy mind.

“-Pay for your crimes by letting her die. This pretty little thing only has three hours left,” the gruff voice continued, sounding much clearer and much closer than before. Her panic increased tenfold as she realized the mystery man was directly behind her. Before she could fully prepare for it, a large hand suddenly grabbed a fistful of hair on her scalp and yanked her slumped head upwards. The pain forced her eyes open and she was greeted with a camera pointed at her, along with a room full of armed men. Her eyes slowly widened in terror and clarity as it all finally clicked in that moment, no matter how much she didn’t want to admit what was happening to her.

I’ve been kidnapped as a means to get back at the agency.

There’s a bomb strapped to me.

I have three hours to live.

The tears started then. Even though she could vaguely recognize that she was being recorded for the Agency’s viewing and it would only worry Dazai more if he saw her in so much distress, she couldn’t help her panic. No matter how strong she wanted to be for him, this was terrifying. Her life was suddenly on the line and she would die at the hands of these men if the agency couldn’t find her in time.

“Please,” she cried, squeezing her eyes shut and feeling pathetic as she let out a choked sob. Her voice cracked from disuse and she felt like she might hyperventilate. “Please, no. I don’t want to die.” The room filled with cruel laughter at her naive pleas, and she could only sink further into despair as the gravity of her situation became painfully evident. These were ruthless killers who were happy to see an innocent woman die for nothing more than the sake of revenge.

“Hear that, detectives? She’s begging for her life. What are you gonna do about it? The clock is ticking,” The man behind her sneered, grabbing her face in his calloused hand and squeezing it. She weakly attempted to yank her head away from his grasp and maintain her last shred of dignity. He was taunting them with her, the bastard.

Weaponizing their good nature and care for her. Trying to break them; trying to break her sweet Dazai.

Oh god- Dazai.

The more she thought about him, the more her tears flowed. Dazai, whose greatest fear was putting her in danger with his line of work. Dazai, who had lost so much more than a person should. Dazai, who loved and cared for her more than anyone she had ever known. The mere idea of him sitting at the agency headquarters, watching in horror while these unknown men teased him with her life, was too much to bear.

Through her cries of terror, Y/N could just barely overhear the man saying something else into the camera before ordering one of his subordinates to cut the footage. Dread filled the pit of her stomach as they turned their full attention on her and she realized she was truly alone with these psychopaths.

She had no way of knowing if the ADA was coming for her, or if they would be able to get to her in time. Hell, she didn’t even know if they would be able to diffuse the complicated bomb even if they did manage to reach her before it was set to detonate. She certainly didn’t want them to risk their own lives just to save her, even if the thought of dying in an explosion shook her to her core.

She felt her hope drain away with each new tick of the bomb, her body shaking with fear. Three hours was an awfully short time.

Please, Osamu.

My time is running out.

Dazai had never felt a rage quite like this before.

He knew that something was wrong the moment the agency had received a video from an untraceable source and Y/N hadn’t texted him about her day. That didn’t stop his heart from dropping clear to his stomach when he saw her on the monitor, chained up and bloody with a bomb on her chest.

No. Not her.

He avoided the nervous gazes of Atsushi and the rest of the agency members as he stared at her unconscious body on the screen, jaw clenched unimaginably tight and hands gripping the wood of the conference room table. The man standing in front of her was droning on about how Dazai had personally wronged his pathetic organization —something about putting a stop to their human trafficking network with the help of Kunikida— but he couldn’t bring himself to listen or even care.

He was attempting to keep his composure by focusing on the facts of the case. Namely, the extent of her injuries and her location.

Blood was dripping down the side of her face from her temple, some of it dried and caked in her hair. The bastards had likely hit her with some sort of blunt object to knock her out. His fury only grew at the thought of her being treated with such senseless violence. She still seemed dazed and confused as the man forced her awake to face the camera, a sure sign of a concussion or even drugging to further subdue her. She had a few more bruises and bloody cuts on her face, and he knew by the way the metal chains cut into her skin that they would cause serious irritation at the very least.

He couldn’t help but screw his eyes shut and let out a shuddering breath as her weak and desperate pleas reached his ears. The complete and utter terror in her voice as she begged her captors for mercy was nothing short of gut-wrenching to him. Even worse, the man was taunting Dazai with her pain. Smugly showing off her broken body like some sort of prize. She’s suffering because of you, a small voice in his head spat, making Dazai grit his teeth even more. No. Focus, you idiot. Focus on where they’re keeping her.

She looked to be trapped in some kind of metal room, potentially reinforced with anti-ability precautions to keep them from easily reaching her. The cell was dingy, dark, and silent, leading him to wonder if she was being kept somewhere underground. That would be a likely spot for these despicable cockroaches to hide. There were just over a dozen guards surrounding her, although they wouldn’t be an issue in the grand scheme of things; the ADA could certainly handle a few thugs with guns. What concerned him most was the bomb strapped to her chest.

There were plenty of geniuses among their ragtag team, but bombs were tricky. There could be dozens of triggers on it, or someone could detonate it remotely if anyone got too close to her. A single misstep or miscalculation could immediately cost Y/N’s life, and that was a risk Dazai certainly wasn’t willing to take.

He was furious at himself for letting this happen. He was so careful- always keeping tabs on her, steering her away from involvement in ADA antics, keeping an ear to the ground for trouble in the Yokohama underworld. He was constantly calculating and preparing for every outcome, always several steps ahead of his enemies with his dizzying plans. And yet, somehow, this measly organization he could hardly remember had managed to snatch his girlfriend out from under him with almost no trouble at all.

She was in mortal danger, and it was all his fault.

“Snap out of it, Dazai, I can hear your thoughts from all the way over here,” Kunikida piped up from across the room, his voice sympathetic but stern as he glared at his partner. “You need to keep your head on straight if we want to get her back.” He could tell just by reading Dazai’s expression how much inner turmoil the man was going through. How much he blamed himself for Y/N’s capture. But if they were going to rescue her before the three hours were up, there was no time for wallowing in self pity.

“Kunikida’s right,” Fukuzawa’s booming voice spoke, causing Dazai’s distant gaze to snap over to his boss in an instant. The fact that he was involved in the case at all revealed just how seriously the entire agency was taking her kidnapping. “Time is not on our side. We must be swift and rational if we are to have any hope of getting to Y/N and disabling the bomb in time.” Their words struck Dazai to his core. It was hard to remember that the other ADA members also cared deeply for his girlfriend, and they were willing to go so far as to put their lives at risk to help him get her back. Their unwavering support seemed to snap him out of his stupor and focus on the task at hand.

Get her back from those sorry motherfuckers.

“Right,” he nodded curtly, his expression suddenly devoid of all emotion as he turned to face the team with renewed focus and determination. “Ranpo-san, what’s the plan?”

The raven-haired detective, who had been quietly perched on the window sill and shadowed by the deep orange sunlight filtering into the room, suddenly jumped down from his seat and whipped out his pair of glasses in a flash. His trademark smirk spread across his face as he placed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, poised to activate his ability.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Fifteen minutes.

That’s what the little timer read—from what she could tell, anyway. Y/N’s heart felt like it would burst out of her chest. She was drenched in sweat from the overwhelming fear taking over her body, despite her cell being practically freezing. The men had left her alone a while ago, but not before roughing her up for good measure. She now sported a throbbing bruise under her eye and a few new cuts on her face and neck, but she had blocked all of the pain out. All she could feel was pure panic as the countdown to her impending doom grew shorter and shorter.

She had no idea if Dazai and the rest of the ADA were even close to figuring out where she was, and her hope was beginning to run out. How could they possibly find her and disarm the bomb in a mere fifteen minutes? It didn’t seem at all possible, no matter how skilled they were. A single tear ran down her cheek as the reality set in. She was really going to die.

Trying to find some form of comfort as the seconds ticked away and she neared what she assumed were her last moments, Y/N squeezed her eyes shut and forced her mind to go somewhere else—anywhere else—to escape this hell.

Dazai’s soft laughter filled her ears.

It was a lazy Sunday morning- the couple’s favorite time to lay in bed for the whole day and forget their actual adult responsibilities. They were tangled up in fresh sheets, warm sunlight streaming through the windows as Dazai playfully teased her about her refusal to let him get up.

“Five more minutes!” Y/N grumbled sleepily, burying her head into the crook of Dazai’s neck and breathing in his fresh scent. He still smelled like the floral body wash he had used in the shower the night before; the same body wash she had bought him when he insisted he loved the way it smelled on her and needed some for himself. Catching traces of its scent on him always brought a smile to her face.

“You said that five minutes ago,” he chuckled, his voice still husky from sleep. His hand absentmindedly massaged her scalp as he held her tight to his chest. “You can hear my stomach practically begging for food. Are you trying to starve me, my love?” Y/N was seemingly unaffected by his dramatic ploy to escape her embrace. “Yes,” she answered simply, burrowing further into his t-shirt to hide her smile that would give away her crumbling resolve. Of course, there was no hiding anything from Dazai Osamu.

“I saw that!” He gasped, playfully poking at her face. “My Y/N does care about me, who would have thought!” She couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped her lips at her boyfriend’s theatrics. He was always blowing things out of proportion, but she would be lying if she said she didn’t love it.

Daring to peek up at him with heavy eyelids, her eyes met gentle brown staring back at her with nothing but warmth and fondness. The lovesick smile plastered across his face sent butterflies rushing through her stomach and she suddenly felt shy. His eyes were so pretty. “If you get up, I’ll be so lonely without you,” she pouted, hands snaking around his waist as she gave him her best puppy dog eyes. She knew she was playing dirty by pulling the pity card, but she also couldn’t stand the thought of being away from his comforting embrace for even a moment.

Dazai heaved a sigh, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as his hand moved to her face and gently brushed some of her hair away from her eyes. “Well how could I ever say no to that? I would rather starve than see my belladonna lonely and upset.” She rolled her eyes a let out an amused huff at his words, craning her neck so she was mere inches away from his face. “So you’ll stay?” She whispered, knowing that she’d already won the minute he hadn’t actually gotten up when he announced he needed breakfast.

Instead of responding right away, Dazai leaned down and planted a gentle kiss to her pouting mouth. She was just so irresistible. “Of course, darling,” he murmured against her lips, pulling her head back into his chest and smiling as he felt her snuggle closer. She truly was his everything. “Five more minutes with you is nothing short of pure bliss.”

Five minutes left.

Y/N thought she might pass out from the sheer terror that consumed her, threatening to pull her under completely. She would never see her friends again, including all of the agency members she had grown to call her family. She would die before saying goodbye to her loved ones- to Dazai. How would he react when he found her body, or what was left of it? How would he cope? The very thought forced a watery sob from her throat.

This is the end.

I’m going to die without seeing him one last time.

Suddenly, a loud bang sounded outside of the door to her prison and startled her out of her despair. It sounded like someone throwing their body against the heavy steel door. She froze, swallowing back her tears and preparing herself for the worst. Maybe the men were back to torture her one last time before setting off the bomb. As her mind came up with the worst possible scenarios, a familiar grunt reached her ears through the metal walls. It couldn’t be. After a beat, she heard the noise again. Then- “Y/N?”

She nearly stopped breathing at the sound of his angelic lilt. “…Samu?” She called out weakly, afraid to let herself be filled with hope in case it was some kind of cruel trick. “Y/N!” He yelled back, a mixture of desperation and relief in his voice as the banging noises continued. It was incredible how quickly hearing his voice had managed to relax her, even if she knew she was still in immediate danger. He always did have a calming effect on her. “Osamu, I don’t have much time left,” she gasped, desperately struggling against her restraints. Now that she knew he was here, she wanted nothing more than to be with him.

“I know, I know. I’m gonna get you out of here, baby,” he assured her through the cold metal door, giving the handle another frustrated jolt. Why couldn’t he have been blessed with a strength-related ability? “Those assholes had some ability users up their sleeve, so the others are busy trying to break through their defenses,” he explained in a rush, throwing his body into the door again despite the blooming pain in his shoulder. He wouldn’t have the help of Atsushi or Kenji like they had originally planned, and that worried him. “I promise, I won’t stop until I get into that room and you’re safe.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” a voice suddenly boomed over a hidden speaker, catching the attention of both Dazai and Y/N as their heads snapped upwards in near unison. Her blood ran cold as she recognized it as the voice of her captor. “Break into that room, and we’ll set off the bomb early. Didn’t you listen to us? This is your penance, Dazai,” he spoke, clear amusement in his tone. The bastard was watching them from somewhere else in the underground facility, enjoying their pain. Using it as entertainment.

Three minutes left.

Dazai grimaced outside of the door, hands balling into fists as a new fear and rage ignited inside of him. There was never going to be a way to reach her without the bomb going off. It was a cruel way to torture him; forcing him to either live with the guilt of leaving her and save his own life, or stay with her until the bitter end. It wasn’t a difficult choice to make.

As Y/N pieced together the new information, she quickly came to the same conclusion as her boyfriend and felt her eyes go wide. “Dazai, NO! Get away from here, now!” She screamed, fresh tears already burning in her eyes. She knew that he was selfless and loved her more than anything, but in that moment she wanted him to turn his back on her. To break her heart and leave her behind to save himself.

Ramming his now probably broken shoulder into the cold, unforgiving metal one last time, Dazai shook his head as he slowly sank to the floor. His hands were raw and bleeding from practically clawing at the wall for a weak point, but he didn’t care. Nothing else mattered anymore but staying with her. “I won’t leave you,” he said simply, leaning his head against the wall. The agony of knowing that she was in that room, alone and afraid, minutes away from her death, was crushing. But if he could offer her even the smallest comfort before that timer hit zero, he would do it in a heartbeat.

Meanwhile, Y/N was on the verge of a panic attack. Tears streamed down her face and she struggled to breathe, completely overwhelmed by what was happening. To have to accept that she really was about to die a horrible and graphic death in a few minutes was terrifying, but to know that Dazai was right outside the door and would also die if he stayed; that was too much. She knew how stubborn he was, but she had to try to make him leave anyway. Anything to get him to save himself.

“Please,” she cried desperately, consumed with grief as sobs wracked through her body. “You can’t stay, Dazai, you have to GO!” Hearing her in so much pain was like a thousand knives to the heart, but despite everything, Dazai couldn’t help the small smile that made its way onto his face. She really didn’t get it. “Go where, huh? There’s nowhere in this world I would go without you,” he spoke softly, shutting his eyes and letting out a small sigh. He seemed strangely content.

She continued to sob, choking on her breaths as the timer reached one minute. He was so stupid and selfless and wonderful- she couldn’t let him die. “Please…you can’t do this to me, you have to leave…you can’t stay,” she whimpered almost incoherently, barely able to yell anymore. Her strength was running out, her body exhausted from all of the mental turmoil. Still, she continued to strain against the chains wrapped tightly around her as if she could break them by sheer will. “Don’t be scared, Y/N,” he called to her, the smile still on his face. “I’m right here with you and I’m not leaving you. It’s gonna be okay.” Through the walls he could hear her voice break as she wailed in agony at his words, the sound blood-curdling.

Thirty seconds.

Dazai thought it ironic that this was the way he was going out; a tragic double suicide with his lover. It was almost funny. Almost. “I love you, darling. My sweet belladonna. Not even death can keep us apart,” he reassured her, opening his eyes and staring at the wall as if he could look straight through the metal and meet her gaze. His heart squeezed in his chest as she let out another horrible, strangled sob. “There- isn’t much time- left,” she gasped in between breaths, her whole body trembling. Why couldn’t he leave her? Why couldn’t he save himself? He was too important to the ADA, to the world, to die. The guilt was eating her alive.

Ten seconds.

“I love you, Y/N,” he repeated, and he was never more sure of his words. She let out one last piercing, guttural scream, pulling at the chains so hard her skin started to bleed. She thought she might faint from the agonizing anticipation as the clock counted down her last moments of life; their last moments. “I’m so sorry,” she sobbed, squeezing her eyes shut in defeat. He shook his head once again. She had nothing to be sorry for. “It’s gonna be okay,” he whispered one final time, placing his bloody hand against the door. Offering his comfort in their last seconds alive.

Three.

Two.

One.

Silence. A flash of white hot light. A horrible booming noise. Then, nothing.

The rest of the ADA halted in their battle at the sound of the explosion, staring at one another in horror. Smoke billowed out from one of the dingy tunnels, the familiar scent of flames filling the air. There was no way they had failed…right? The couldn’t have lost Y/N and Dazai; not when they had worked so hard to get out of the situation with everyone unharmed.

The sound of cackling laughter echoed through the underground base mere moments after the explosion, drawing their attention to a man emerging from the shadows. They immediately recognized him as the man from the video- the organization’s leader who had personally tormented Y/N.

“The great Dazai Osamu is dead,” he shrieked, his crazed laughter forcing him to double over. The rest of the organization’s thugs began to jeer and laugh along with him, celebrating their victory over the ADA’s elusive genius. Atsushi felt tears welling in his eyes, not just for the tragic and sudden loss of his brilliant mentor whom he deeply cared for, but for Y/N as well. Those pieces of shit didn’t even care that they had killed her too; to them she was just a means to an end. The sweet woman who had shown him nothing but kindness when he joined the ADA and brought so much joy into their lives…dead.

To his left, Kunikida was also fighting back angry tears, refusing to accept that his frustrating but brilliant partner had truly been killed by these incompetent fools. Kyoka and Kenji’s eyes were blown wide in shock while Tanizaki panted heavily, his mouth gaping. It seemed that none of them could actually comprehend that the pair were truly dead and gone.

“You detectives are nothing but a bunch of sentimental fools!” The man cackled, face red and eyes bulging. He looked insane. “I can’t believe your genius was lured and killed by such an easy trap. All it took was kidnapping that little bitch and blowing her up!” All of the ADA members tensed, looking visibly appalled by his cruel, demeaning words. Not only was this man completely unhinged, but he was outright mocking an innocent woman’s death.

It was sickening.

Just as the sinking feeling of dread began to settle in the pit of Atsushi’s stomach, a distant but familiar voice called out from the smoke to interrupt their little celebration. “Ah, you underestimate me…” the voice drawled, jerking everyone’s attention to the smoking tunnel. All of the color drained from the leader’s face as he watched three silhouettes slowly emerge from the haze. “No…that’s impossible!” He screeched, all confidence gone and white as a ghost as he pointed at the trio with a shaking finger. “I watched you die! I-I saw it with my own eyes!”

Dazai, Y/N, and Dr. Yosano appeared at the entrance of the tunnel as the smoke cleared, Y/N leaned against Dazai for support while Yosano brandished her weapon. Y/N looked slightly stunned and shaken up, but the two survivors otherwise seemed completely unharmed, no trace of any injuries on their bodies.

“You did,” Dazai flashed his signature shit-eating grin, eyes flicking over to their team’s resident doctor. “Thankfully we had a backup plan in case you tried anything dirty, like you did.”

Ranpo had luckily had the foresight to bring in Yosano from a different entry point and position her near the cell that Y/N was being held in once they figured out her location, in the event that things went wrong and the bomb went off. That way she was there to immediately patch them up with her ability once it detonated, making it so that the harm was only temporary. There had never been any real threat of death; as long as Yosano worked fast enough, that is.

“You were a fool to play with this woman’s life to get back at an enemy,” Yosano spat, pointing her cleaver at the now trembling man before her. “Those who do not properly respect life will receive the ultimate punishment!” The rest of the thugs glanced around uneasily, sensing a shift in the power dynamic of the fight. Suddenly their main target was alive and well, and the rest of the agency seemed even more bloodthirsty than before.

“I-Impossible! No!” He cried, slowly backing towards another tunnel. The ADA members adjusted their stances and stared him down with what could only be described as murderous glints in their eyes, making it clear that he wouldn’t be getting away without a gruesome fight. He gulped. “Take this as a lesson!” Dazai announced cheerfully, still smiling but now with a terrifyingly cold and emotionless look in his eyes.

“There are grave consequences for those who hurt the people I love. And you’ve stupidly chosen to hurt the person I love most.”

It was a blur after that, all hell breaking loose. Dazai quickly ordered Tanizaki to cloak Y/N with his ability and get her safely to the surface as fighting broke out all around them. She wanted to protest, but the look in his eyes told her that he just wanted to get her out of harm’s way for the time being and that’d he be back at her side as soon as he was done dealing with the room of pitiful men. She certainly didn’t want to stick around and see what he and the rest of the ADA had in store for them. He pressed one last comforting kiss to her forehead before sending her off to escape with the ginger detective, his fiercely protective gaze never once leaving her as she fled the scene.

Covering the two of them with Light Snow, Tanizaki grabbed Y/N by the wrist and rushed her out of the disgusting underground hideout, pulling her away from the violent fight that had broken out. He knew that it would only be a few minutes until the team was done putting those miserable scumbags in their place.

They eventually reached the entrance of the base after a few tense minutes of running through winding tunnels, finding Ranpo and a trusted driver from the agency waiting in a running car. Tanizaki carefully opened the backseat door for her and made sure she was safely in the car before stepping back, flashing a comforting smile. “I’m so happy to see that you’re safe, Y/N. Ranpo will take care of the rest and make sure you get back to the agency safely,” he quickly explained, nodding at the driver before closing the car door and giving her a small wave.

Although she was still shellshocked, she managed a small wave in return and and even smaller smile. “Thank you,” she mouthed as the car pulled away, grateful for his help in getting her out of that hellhole. She was happy to leave the horrible place behind.

“Good to see you, Y/N,” Ranpo greeted from the seat next to her, drawing her attention away from the now small spec that was Tanizaki. Seeing her old friend sitting next to her filled her with so much relief she could hardly breathe. She opened her mouth to thank him for everything, knowing that the elaborate rescue plan was his doing, but the words caught in her throat. Everything had happened so fast that she barely had any time to process it. The bomb going off, practically dying, being saved by Yosano, briefly reuniting with Dazai, escaping the underground labyrinth. She was so overwhelmed with emotion as she realized she was actually alive and safe. Dazai was alive and safe.

We survived…

but we almost didn’t.

She promptly bent over and threw up onto the floor of the car.

Ranpo shrank into the corner of his seat, looking wildly uncomfortable but biting back his usual snarky and tone-deaf remarks. She had been through a lot, and her body had to expel all of those suffocating emotions somehow. “I had a feeling you would do that,” he grimaced, but he nonetheless leaned over and gently pat her back in a small act of comfort. Coughing on bile, Y/N felt hot tears burning the back of her eyes at the detective’s kind gesture. Everyone at the agency had shown up to help her in one way or another, and it was staggering to see just how much they cared.

Even in this very vulnerable moment, Ranpo was offering his genuine support, something that was incredibly rare for him. She would have to buy him a big care package of his favorite snacks later to show her gratitude for all he had done for her.

Eventually the car arrived at the agency, the normally bustling streets of Yokohama quiet and deserted in the late hour. Y/N apologized profusely to the driver for the small mess in the car, thoroughly embarrassed even though she hadn’t been able to help it. He simply dismissed it with a wave of his hand and an understanding smile. “No problem whatsoever, miss. You just take it easy.”

With that, Ranpo carefully guided her into the safety of the agency, leading her upstairs with one arm draped over her shoulder. When the pair finally reached the office, Y/N practically collapsed into one of the couches in the lounge area, letting out a sigh and massaging her temples to try and soothe her pounding head. Being dehydrated and malnourished for nearly 24 hours wasn’t exactly helping her stress-induced headache that had quickly developed in the car ride over.

Once again, as if reading her mind, Ranpo disappeared for a moment before returning with a water bottle, a few snacks, medicine, and a blanket in his arms, placing them on the coffee table in front of her. It was like he knew everything she needed- and he probably did. “Rest up and take care of yourself,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for debate. “I’m sure Dazai will be here soon to take you home, but in the meantime try to relax and get some food and water in you. You’ve had a long day.” She smiled gratefully, albeit a little tiredly, at the gesture. Yet another rare display of his care.

“Thank you, for everything,” she whispered, trying to convey just how sincerely she meant those words. She wouldn’t soon forget his help. He flashed her a small, lopsided grin before waving her off dramatically. “It was nothing for the world’s greatest detective!” He declared, pointing a finger into the air before turning on his heels and making his way back to his desk, munching on a snack of his own. Just like that, Y/N was alone.

She quietly opened one of the snacks Ranpo had provided her, washing down some pain-relief pills with the water after she’d eaten a few bites. When her nauseous stomach began to protest the food, she forced herself to stop. Although she was still incredibly hungry, she certainly didn’t want to end up with another mess to clean up. Shuddering at the thought, she wrapped herself up with the plush blanket and tried to calm her racing heart. Her mind was still reeling from everything. The constant thoughts of the traumatic events she had just undergone only made her headache and nausea worse by the minute, and her brain felt like it might explode.

She was exhausted.

If she could just clear her mind and close her eyes for a moment…

Without even realizing she had dozed off on the couch, she awoke some time later to the feeling of a slender hand cupping her cheek, stroking her jaw with delicate precision. She didn’t even have to open her eyes to know it was Dazai. “Wake up, my love,” his hushed voice cooed, immediately pulling her from her slumber. Slowly blinking her eyes open, she was met with his comforting smile, but his eyes were unimaginably sad. Her heart ached.

“Ready to go home?”

Nodding sleepily, Y/N slowly picked herself up from the couch, shrugging the blanket off her shoulders and neatly folding it up before placing it back on the coffee table. After gathering her bearings, she realized that some of the other agency members had also returned to the office, likely to fill out paperwork before heading home for the night. She felt a pang of guilt shoot through her as she realized they would have to do extra work because of her. If you hadn’t gone and gotten yourself kidnapped, they would all be home sleeping right now.

A dreadful thought suddenly crossed her mind. Would she have to fill out paperwork and recount what had happened to her? It seemed likely, as they kept track of nearly every incident like this. The very idea made another wave of nausea roll through her.

As if sensing her worry, Kunikida rounded the corner with a stack of papers in-hand, taking in her dead-tired appearance with a single glance. “Just so you know, we will need a statement on what happened eventually, Y/N, but I don’t want you to even think about it until you’re recovered and ready to talk,” he instructed, concern and sympathy evident in his expression despite his no-nonsense tone. He was truly glad to see her safe and back under the protection of the agency. Y/N nodded, relieved that she wouldn’t have to recount the traumatic events until she was ready. At the moment she couldn’t even imagine a time when she would ever feel ready.

Turning his attention to Dazai, the sympathetic look vanished from Kunikida’s face and morphed into one of general annoyance. “Don’t think that you’re getting out of doing the paperwork just because you almost died,” he barked, jabbing an accusing finger at his partner’s chest. “It’s no excuse to be lazy.”

Dazai placed a hand to his heart and looked aghast, as if the very insinuation of him trying to avoid paperwork was ridiculous. “Me? Getting out of paperwork? Really, Kunikida-kun, what do you take me for?” He gasped, earning a growl and a sharp smack to the head with a roll of papers.

Their antics miraculously drew out a soft chuckle from Y/N’s lips, but it was half-hearted at best. As enjoyable as Dazai and Kunikida’s banter was, her eyes still drooped with fatigue and her anxious mind longed to rest in the comfort of her own home. She just wanted this horrible day to be over with. Gaze dropping to Y/N’s face at the sound of her reserved amusement, Dazai quickly noted the weight of her exhaustion and took it as their cue to leave.

“I think it’s time for us to get home,” he announced, glancing back up at Kunikida and sharing a knowing look with him. The blond held his stare for a moment before sighing, giving a small nod before politely bidding the two a good night and moving on to pester Ranpo about doing his work.

Placing a hand on the small of her back, Dazai carefully led Y/N out of the agency and into the streets of Yokohama below, glancing at her every few minutes to make sure she was doing ok. She was quiet during the walk home, her expression blank and her eyelids heavy. He found himself wishing he could figure out what she was thinking. Normally he could read her like a book, always knowing exactly how she was feeling or what was troubling her. Now she just seemed numb. A dark part of his mind feared that she was distancing herself from him because their relationship had nearly gotten her killed.

Would she even want to be with him anymore? Would she leave him to heal the trauma he had caused her? He shuddered at the thought.

Eventually arriving at their destination, Y/N quickly realized that Dazai had led her back to his apartment instead of her own. That’s right. Mine was broken into, and no one’s been around to clean up the mess that was probably left behind. She was grateful for his thoughtfulness. There was no way she would’ve been able to keep her composure if she had walked into her home and seen the evidence of her capture.

Walking into the entryway after Dazai had unlocked the door, Y/N immediately wanted to cry as the warm, familiar scent of his apartment hit her. It just smelled like him, something she thought she’d lost mere hours ago. The familiarity of the space nearly brought tears to her eyes.

It was overwhelming, to say the least.

Noticing her distant, watery gaze, Dazai quickly swooped in to distract her, helping her slip out of her shoes and guiding her to the bedroom to change out of her clothes. Although Yosano had done away with all of the physical injuries on her body, she still felt dirty, the scent of mold and metal clinging to her shirt. It drew her back to that room and the horrible, agonizingly slow ticking of the bomb. The memories lingered in the back of her mind as she discarded her old clothes, slipping into a comfortable t-shirt and a soft pair of shorts that she kept in Dazai’s drawer for the nights when she slept over.

“Better?” Dazai questioned softly when she had finished changing, eyes searching hers almost frantically for any sign of discomfort. He wanted to help her in any way possible, but for once in his life, he didn’t know what to do. The day had taken a toll on him as well and he was struggling to maintain his calm facade. Staring deep into his eyes, she gave the slightest of nods and opened her mouth to reassure him, to tell him that she was ok now. She was home, she was safe thanks to him, she was with him- everything had turned out just fine. But for the second time that night, the words refused to come out.

Instead, she just stared in silence before collapsing into a sudden fit of sobs, knees buckling and sending her falling to the hardwood below. Panicked, Dazai scrambled to meet her at the floor, strong arms holding her steady while she attempted to muffle her pained cries with the palm of her hand. Her sudden tears had him terrified that he had done something wrong. “Hey, hey, what’s the matter, angel? Please, let me help-“ he couldn’t even finish his sentence before she threw herself into his arms, holding him tighter than she had ever held anyone.

Her desperation to feel him and be close to him now was due to the fact that their reunion in the underground base had been so short lived. Y/N was in too much shock, not understanding how she had gone from dying a gruesome death to perfectly fine in only a matter of seconds. She could barely even register Dazai’s arms wrapped around her in a bone crushing hug or the sweet encouragements he was whispering in her ear.

Dazai was used to Yosano’s incredible ability. Having been saved by it countless times, being revived by the dark-haired doctor was practically second nature to him. But Y/N was still reeling from the excruciating pain she had experienced moments ago that had just vanished. It was like it had tattooed itself under her skin, a painful memory of her near-death.

The shock of being revived clouded her mind as Dazai had clutched her body close, kissing her forehead and squeezing her tight. She couldn’t even enjoy the pure relief that normally would have filled her when she pieced together that she was alive and safe in her loving boyfriend’s arms. Before she could comprehend what was going on, he had already helped her off the ground and had begun to walk her down the hallway with Yosano, headed towards the main fight.

Now, on the floor of Dazai’s dark bedroom, her mind had finally registered exactly what had transpired mere hours ago. He sacrificed himself just so I wouldn’t be alone in my last moments. He stayed with me until the very end, and he was the first thing I saw after I was healed by Yosano. He means more to me than anyone ever has- and I almost got him killed.

Shushing her cries of despair, Dazai cradled her head to his chest, feeling tears building in his own eyes. He just wanted to take all of her pain away. “Shhh…it’s alright, darling, you’re safe,” he whispered into her ear, feeling her grip around him tighten even more. She was gasping for breath, practically hyperventilating. It seemed her distress was never ending. “Please, my love…please tell me what’s wrong…I want to help you,” he muttered, stroking her hair and pressing gentle kisses into the crown of her head. Her muffled cries only grew louder and he only felt more helpless.

Eventually, after a few minutes of his hushed reassurances and tight, comforting hold, she managed to catch her breath enough to speak. When she pulled away from his chest and finally looked up at him, her eyes held a sorrow so deep that it broke Dazai’s heart all over again. “I- I’m so sorry,” she rasped, sounding completely broken. “You almost died because of me. I hurt you.” Another watery sob escaped her throat before she hung her head and pressed a hand to her lips yet again to stifle her pained cries.

Her words left him in utter shock. He couldn’t imagine how she could possibly think any of this was on her. Not when the truth was the complete opposite. It was time for him to be honest about his feelings, no matter how terrifying it was. “Hey…will you look at me?” He questioned gently, tilting her chin upwards with his finger to guide her gaze back to his. The smallest of smiles graced his lips when she finally complied, glassy eyes locking on his own. “There you are. It hurts that you blame yourself at all, darling. Especially when it’s me you have to blame for all of this.” When her distraught expression morphed into one of confusion, his hands made their way to her own, squeezing them tight. She absentmindedly stroked her thumb along his wrist in a comforting gesture, urging him to explain.

“…I knew Yosano would be there the whole time we were trying to rescue you. I knew she was waiting for us in case things went wrong, and that she would heal us if the bomb went off,” he began, staring intently into her eyes as he spoke. “But listening to you in there, scared and alone, waiting for it to detonate, was horrible. It was the worst possible scenario that we tried so hard to avoid. And knowing that you would have to endure the god awful pain of the explosion even for a moment, and I could do nothing about it, made me sick. It was just another cruel reminder that I always end up hurting the people I care for.”

His sincere confession had stunned Y/N. Though she and her boyfriend were incredibly close, Dazai was a fairly private person who didn’t often air his deep insecurities. The fact that he was being so vulnerable in this moment told her just how genuine his words were, and it hurt like hell to hear. Before she could say anything to rebut his confession, he continued. “I just feel like…a curse to the people I love most. They’ll always be hurt or worse because of me. And it’s so hard to live with myself because of that.”

Eyes widening, Y/N shook her head in disbelief. She couldn’t even imagine where his horrible self-deprecating talk was coming from. “How could you even say that? You saved me. I’m only here and alive because of you and the agency.” He let out a soft, humorless chuckle at her words, his gaze distant. “I failed you, my love. You were almost killed because of me.” He practically spat the word out, like he was disgusted with himself. His grip on her hands tightened.

“The whole reason those men took you in the first place was to get revenge on me. To force me to choose to live with the guilt of letting you die, or die alongside you. The fact that you had to be wrapped up in all that, traumatized and hurt and almost killed because of my enemies, my line of work…” he trailed off, his voice nearly breaking as his eyes begged her to understand. “No matter how careful I was and how much I tried to protect you, it meant nothing in the end.”

The guilt inside of him was all-consuming. Yes, they had saved her. Yes, they had made sure that the organization would never lay a finger on her or anyone else ever again. But what if something had gone wrong? What if they had been outsmarted, and Yosano hadn’t been waiting in the wings to heal them after the bomb went off? Y/N had been tortured, terrified, in pain because of him. To know that it was his fault that she had been scarred so deeply was his own personal hell.

In a way, the assholes who kidnapped her had won. It was Dazai’s penance, as their leader had called it- still living with the crushing guilt even after he had saved her. Hating himself over and over again for putting her in that position in the first place. Remembering her in the video, bruised and bloody and scared for her life. Constantly reliving her desperate cries for him to leave her in those final moments while he was utterly helpless to save her.

It was torture.

He just felt so stupid for being outsmarted by the lowly organization and allowing his precious lover to get hurt in the process.

“Dazai,” Y/N spoke sharply, effectively snapping him out of his spiral. She rarely called him Dazai unless she was being serious, and she couldn’t stand hearing him blame himself for one more second. “I won’t lie to you and say that today wasn’t one of the worst days of my life. The fear I felt, knowing I’d been taken from my home, having to count down the minutes to my death…” she paused, squeezing her eyes shut and shaking her head as if willing away the unpleasant memories. He patiently waited for her to come back to herself, giving her hands a comforting squeeze.

“…It’ll take me a long time to get over that,” she finally admitted after a moment. “But the worst part of it wasn’t being kidnapped, or hurt by those men, or waiting for the inevitable explosion. It was thinking that I was going to lose you too. All I could focus on in those last minutes was you behind that door, too stubborn to leave me. All I could think about was how much I loved you, and how much I wanted you to be selfish for once and save yourself.”

She watched as he blinked back tears, a mystified expression in his face. As if the very thought of someone worrying about him and his life was completely foreign. Wanting to make herself absolutely clear, she kept going, no matter how much it hurt to see him struggling to understand her love for him. “I could never blame you for what happened. Those men did this to us- they caused all this pain and hurt. Not you.”

Her words left him dumbfounded, to say the least. They managed to remind him of why he loved her as fiercely as he did- she was the good in his life. Even after such a traumatic experience, she was incapable of blaming him for what had happened. Her love and compassion for him despite the darkness he brought into their lives was eye opening, forcing him to realize that no matter how much he thought it untrue, he was capable of being loved.

And how lucky he was to be loved by her.

Unable to articulate his complicated feelings any other way, Dazai cupped her face and surged forward, pressing his lips into her own and kissing her with such genuine fervor that it left Y/N breathless. Although she was momentarily shocked by his sudden show of affection, it quickly wore off as she melted into him. This was the first time they had truly kissed since reuniting, and they were each aching to communicate just how much they loved one another. How close they were to losing their other half; the person that completely them.

Her hands raked through his brown curls almost erratically, desperate to compensate for those long, torturous hours spent away from him. He seemed equally if not more hungry for her touch, like he was trying to prove to himself that she was really there with him after their near death experience. His slender fingers glided across her body and gripped her closer to him, nearly feral in his pursuit to feel every inch of her. She tugged at the hair near the base of his head and elicited a low, rumbling moan in return.

“My beautiful girl,” he rasped as he briefly pulled away, eyes roaming over her body with a look of complete infatuation. She was the most perfect thing he’d ever seen—and he’d almost lost her. His arm snaked around her waist to tug her impossibly closer, practically pulling her into his lap. She didn’t mind.

He continued to plant kisses all over her face, her hair, her jaw- anywhere he could reach. His lips ghosted over every inch of skin that had previously been covered in blood or bruises, almost as though he had memorized the exact locations of all her injuries just from watching the video hours ago. Knowing Dazai, he probably had committed all of her injuries to memory.

In between kisses, he muttered gentle praises and affections into her ear, all of which made her face flush a deep red. She would never tire of the way his whispered adorations made her heart race and the feeling of his soft lips against her skin. “My darling. My sweet belladonna. You’re everything to me. Everything,” he breathed, kissing the tip of her nose. “Words cannot even describe how much you mean to me. I’m nothing without you.”

Y/N rolled her head back as his lips trailed up her neck and neared her jawline, sucking in a sharp breath when his hands moved into her hair and his grip tightened. His kisses were becoming more passionate, more anxious to prove to her how grateful he was that she was finally back in his arms. That he would never let anyone lay a hand on her again. She allowed his love the wash over her, happily reciprocating when his lips finally captured her own once again.

He tasted like salty tears and home.

Eventually breaking away from one another to catch their breath, Y/N rested her forehead against Dazai’s and let out a shaky sigh, finally letting herself feel safe after what had felt like an eternity of fear and unease. Just being in his presence was enough to help alleviate some of crushing panic she had felt just hours ago.

“Thank you for being with me. For always protecting me, even when you think you’re not. And for never leaving me behind,” she whispered, glancing up into his big brown eyes that were mere inches away from her own. Although the thought of him almost dying with her in the explosion filled her entire being with dread, his determination to stay with her and offer her comfort until the very end meant more to her than she could explain.

“I wouldn’t dream of abandoning you. I’ll spend every day of the rest of my life protecting you and making sure something like this never happens again,” he assured her with nothing but sincerity in his soothing voice, taking her hands and gently brushing his lips over her knuckles. Her eyes fluttered closed at the gesture. “You are the most wonderful thing in my life. My reason for living at all. It’s hard to wrap my head around what I’ve possibly done to deserve you, but I promise I’ll do everything within my power to cherish you and keep you safe as long as I live.”

Y/N felt herself genuinely smiling for the first time in hours at her lover’s words. She was filled with such utter relief to be back in the safety of his arms. To be home, alive, and in love despite it all. Her heart felt like it would burst from all the love it held for Dazai Osamu.

“I love you,” she breathed, eyes meeting gentle brown once again. She was desperate for him to understand just how much she meant those words. To convey how safe he made her feel, and how much his presence comforted her. That no matter the danger she was in, she knew he would always be there for her.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he replied effortlessly, a part of him melting at the sight of her smile. He would burn the world just to keep that beautiful expression on her face. He made a silent vow to himself in that moment— no matter what it took, he would never lose her again.

The two eventually ended up in Dazai’s bed, practically clinging to one another as they shifted into a comfortable position. There would be no such thing as personal space that night. Y/N, who had been worried that the horrors she had faced would keep her exhausted body awake through the night, was pleasantly surprised to find that she was calm and content in Dazai’s embrace, already dozing off. He chuckled softly as her whole body relaxed against him.

“Sleep tight, my love. I’ve got you,” he mumbled into her hair, his warm breath fanning across her neck. She shivered and nuzzled herself further into his embrace, a soft smile on her face. No harm would come to her so long as she was in his arms.

Though they were both still riddled with guilt and turbulent emotions from the terrible night, they silently agreed to let go of their baggage for the time being and just appreciate one another, falling asleep in each other’s embrace.

Safe and home at last.

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☆ note: yeahhhh dazai fic! i literally haven’t written in ages but i’ve been knee-deep in my bungo stray dogs era and dazai is taking up most of my brain capacity at the moment. this feels both rushed and wayyyy too long at the same time lol, i just had that feral writing energy and had to get it off my chest as soon as possible. it might be a mess but i’m exhausted and i’ve reread it too many times to catch all my mistakes lmaooo whatever. thanks so much for reading :)

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Question! At the end of stayed gone, Vox is looking at his screens…in fear? Despair ? He kinda has the same facial expression when Al calls him on the watch. What’s going on with that? Is he just afraid of Al?

I mean. yeah? I mean it's probably a lot of emotions combined but I do think he's also fucking terrified LMAO. this would've been the first face-to-face communication he had with alastor in 7 years, and it was unexpected for him. he intended to spy on him SECRETLY through pentious only for the man HIMSELF to pick it up. like bro anyone would have a heart attack at that.

obsessed with this btw. but like yeah this was like so terrifying for him the moment he realised alastor was attending the overlord meeting the next episode, he called up velvette to take his place, he could NOT bring himself to see alastor face to face after that. in general I mean, he CLEARLY has a lot of strong feelings about alastor because of their history and considering how it's been 7 years with ZERO contact, shit's gonna be awkward and scary, and so vox can't bring himself to face alastor in person, only behind screens.

I feel like it's a bigger question why rather than asking if he is afraid. although we could probably pretty easily guess, I mean we SAW how alastor EASILY trampled on him during stayed gone. so coupled with the fact that the very guy he was trying to secretly spy on picked up the communication watch of his spy, he's also just scared of how easily alastor challenges his power. he's spent 7 years not having to be worried about being challenged by him and now he's suddenly back and he's unprepared. and also

"I totally wrecked his shit last time he tried me." yeah you know when someone says "totally" the following things they say are like 90% of the time going to be untrue. he's absolutely losing his goddamn mind in stayed gone. he was all talk about the new status quo and being in charge but in reality, he's SCARED about what the fuck alastor could do to damage the power he's built up in the past 7 years where he took advantage of his absence. and then those fears were proven right as alastor easily pulled his audience and completely trampled vox at the end of stayed gone. stayed gone on vox's part feels more like he's trying to convince himself he's in control and has nothing to worry about. but clearly he does.

#ask #osrs.txt #I feel like I didn't really say anything that hasn't already been said though #radiostatic #staticradio #onewaybroadcast #it's about their general relationship idk #couldn't sneak a vox crush joke in there #he's scared because he tried to propose to him last time and then alastor disappeared in bitter rejection and it was awkward as fuuuuck #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #vox

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multi-fandom-imagine · 1 year

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How down would Ghost or König be with a s/o that has a thing for being chased and caught? Like a full-on "chase me through the woods and if you catch me you can have me" kink?

A/n: oooohhhhh I love this 😈. Let me know if you want a full blown fix for either one of these.

-Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley -

🔪: 1000% would be into it, would even give you a head start.

🔪: Can easily track you, will always keep his eyes on you.

🔪:Quite, very quite. You can never find him until he has a hold of you.

🔪: Bonus for him if you’re wearing skimpy clothes that he can easily remove.

🔪: Though the moment you start teasing him / taunting him it’s end game for you.

🔪: He’s on you in a instant pinning you to a tree, his lips attacking your neck with kisses as his hands wander your body.

🔪:Sex is gonna happen in the woods, and then back home in the shower then once again on the bed.

🔪:Simon never thought a little chase would get his blood pumping so much, you two plan to do it again.

+•+

“Come on love, you can’t hide from me.”

Panting, you placed your hand on your chest to calm your racing heart. You could hear him but you didn’t know where he was. Sinking your teeth in your lip you peaked your head out to see he was gone, taking your chances you started to run again only to feel your arm being grabbed.

A scream tore from your lips as you were tugged into a chest, a hand sliding down your back to grab your ass. “Found ya.” His teeth nipped at your neck, a light groan escaping your lips.

The look in his eyes, this look was for you and you alone. Cupping his cheek you pressed your body into his as a whole escaped your lips. “Simon…please.”

Chuckling, Simon grasped your chin, his thumb sliding over your lip. “So needy, but since you were such a good little mouse then how can I say now.”He states pulling out his knife cutting away your shirt.

Fucking in the woods, now this was going to be a first though it was certainly was going to be a fun night.

-König-

🐺:May have a heart attack if you first ask him but seeing how cute you look doing it he will happily comply.

🐺:Bit terrifying at first, Konig is a big boy so you can’t escape him easily, you can also hear him.

🐺:Low key taunts you at first but have way through he gets distracted by a cute bunny or some other animals. The wooden creatures seem to love your gentle giant.

🐺: Will easily snatch you then lift you in for a hug, he just loves to hold you after the chase, while it was a bit fun to do chase you. It still scares the man, he’s afraid he might hurt you someday.

🐺:Takes a lot to ease him out of his shell, you love cupping his cheeks and giving him gentle kisses across his face.

🐺:If you work him up enough he is all of happy to fuck you on the woods but please let him lay down his clothes for you first.

🐺:Will carry you back to the house, your too important to be carried back.

+•+

“Ja are you sure you are all right?”

Laughing you stood on your toes to give him a kiss, he would always worry over you after your little game.

“I’m fine König, and it’s cute seeing you worry over me but if you’re that concerned then I know just what you can do to make me better.” Your fingers trailed down the flannel you bought him, the shirt barley holding together as is.

Chuckling deeply, König let his fingers slowly slip under your shirt. “I can do that.”

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luveline · 10 months

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Hello! I’m usually a silent reader but OMG the zombie au 😭😭 this series hits me right in the heart, but honestly everything you post is amazing!! You’re such a talented writer that your words create feelings, not just images, and they’re the most comforting, relatable, and heart wrenching all at once. No pressure, but I would love to see more of r’s recovery from her cuts! Maybe something happens when the survivors are moving that causes Steve to be extra worried? Thanks SO much either way!!

thank you so much 😭 I hope this is okay!! sry it took me ages. steve zombie au —steve looks after you again !!

You haven't been able to tell Steve why you're covered practically head to toe in little cuts beyond what you remember. Days now since the attack on The College, you vaguely remember an impact, which might explain your poor memory. Someone or something had hit you down, and when you woke it was in a pool of crushed glass, darkness like velvet enveloping the sky.

"I don't know how you did it," he says, sitting between your legs, unperturbed by your state of undress.

You're wearing a pair of mens boxers as shorts to grant him access to your sliced thighs without feeling naked. The worst stretches across your left thigh, stitched closed and weeping miserably. It's a horror —the cut isn't bad but the infection is, and if it doesn't get better, there's going to be a problem.

"Desperate to get back to you," you say. You're not lying, but you say it like a joke.

Steve laughs and rubs your one unscathed knee gently.

"My poor love," he says under his breath, focusing on your stitches. He cleans around them with a damp strip of cloth poorly shorn.

He moves up with a new strip to clean the top ones. You could do it yourself, but his fussing is nice. Relaxed against a pile of bed rolls, your arms crossed to avoid touching your stomach, which is also blanketed in cuts, you wince as Steve grows closer.

"Can we take a break?" you ask.

"Yeah." He puts down the bowl of linen strips and screws the lid back on the isopropyl. "Sorry, honey. I know it sucks. You've dealt with it all so well–"

"Steve, you say this to me with a sprained knee."

"It's not less true," he says, easing down with a boyish groan beside you.

He turns to you as you turn to him, actual dirt on his cheek, stubbly and waxy in the dusk. You rub at the spot of dirt unhappily. He lets you touch him without complaint.

"Sorry I'm a mess."

"As long as you come back to me," he says. "I don't really care how much of a mess you are."

"Don't, baby." You rub your face into his shoulder, feeling the muscle of his bicep under your palm. You don't want him to be nice to you like that, not while your skin is stinging like this and you're still feeling hopelessly terrified of the uncertain future again.

"I gotta. I'm playing the romantic, doting love interest in our book."

"What book?"

"One I'm gonna write. Me and you and Robin at the end of the world," Steve says, dropping his head on yours.

"Who's gonna read the book?" you ask quietly.

"Everyone. When the world gets back on its feet again and the next generation wants to know what it was like, they'll have a great answer. Boy falls in love with girl destined to be constantly injured and reluctantly taken care of."

"Ah, but I'm not reluctant," you say.

"I can do your other leg?"

"No," you whine.

"That's reluctance."

You sit together for a while.

"You have to let me finish," he says firmly.

"I know… just. I love you," you say quietly. It's hard to explain it, but sitting with him as you are in the corner of a crowded room, it doesn't matter where you are, because you're with him. All these cuts and bruises don't mean a thing.

"I love you, too." He wraps his arm around your shoulders. You wish you could see his face, but this is nice.

"Do you ever worry we say it too much?"

"No." He turns his face into the top of your head. "This is the right amount. But you can definitely tell me again, if you're worried."

You thumb along a scabbed cut. "I love you. Thanks for taking care of me."

"You're welcome. And you can make it up to me. I want a neck massage, you know, where you dig into my literal bones and–" he imitates a cracking sound.

"I don't know why you like it so much."

"Cos it's you doing it. Deal?"

You sigh. Somehow, you feel as though you might have taken the short end of the stick. "Deal."

#steve zombie!au #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things 4

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cowgurrrl · 8 months

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Idk if your requests are open, but what about little Charlie “going missing” and everyone is looking for her, maybe she was trying to do something nice for her mom and she didn’t think everyone would be so worried. I think reader and Joel would have a heart attack 🫠

Thank you for the request!! I loved this idea and I think it opens up such an interesting dynamic with their PTSD that being said, this ended up being way angstier than I thought it was gonna be!! sorry :)

Until I Found You

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader (plus platonic!Ellie Williams x fem!reader)

Summary: this ask

Warnings: allusions to PTSD, angst, the Millers being The Jackson Family, Ellie calls reader and Joel Mom & Dad, Charlie does get found!!

You had your back turned for two seconds. There's no way it could've been longer. You were talking to the moms of one of Charlie's friends, Mackenzie, as the girls played on the playground. She's expecting another baby in a few months, so you told her about your experience with the doctors in Jackson and your delivery since Mackenzie was born before they settled here. Mackenzie ran breathlessly to her mom and asked what the plan was for dinner. The mention of making dinner reminded you how late in the day it was getting, and you needed to get Charlie home. When you turned to call her back from the playground, she was nowhere to be found.

"Charlie! We need to get going, baby," you say, glancing around to see if maybe she's hiding in the slide or behind one of the nearby trees. "C'mon Charlie, Daddy's gonna be home soon." Normally, mentioning one of her favorite people is enough to get her attention, but there's no movement on the empty playground.

"Was Charlie playing with you, Mackenzie?" Stephanie asks her daughter, and she shrugs.

"We were, but then she walked away. I don't know where she went."

"Walked away? What do you mean? She just left?" You recognize the franticness in your voice and immediately regret directing it at another six-year-old, but you're terrified. Mackenzie shrugs again, and you take off to walk the perimeter of the jungle gym, calling Charlie's name the whole time. If she's on the playground, she's hiding extremely well, but you can't spot her or her mop of brown curls.

You look around the immediate area and find patrolmen trotting by on their horses, coming in from a routine patrol. It's five. The patrolmen switch shifts every day at five. The gates open every day at five. The gates were open, and now you can't find Charlie. Ed, one of Joel's buddies, sees the look on your face and adjusts his hold on the reins to come over to you.

"You alright, ma'am?" He asks, but you can't look at him. Your gaze is locked on the sealed gates and the armed guards in the towers.

"Are there smugglers in town?" You ask.

"I… I think so. I can't be quite sure."

"Find them and search their groups. Nobody comes in or out. Stall the next group of patrolmen going out and tell the towers to be on the lookout for a little girl in a blue jacket on either side of the gate."

"What's goin' on?"

"I can't find Charlie." Your voice shakes as you finally look at him. You're not sure what he sees in your eyes— desperation, anxiety, anger— but it's enough to repeat your orders to the patrolmen he came in with.

"Are you sure she's not just hiding somewhere? I mean, maybe you just haven't looked hard enough." Another patrolman, whose name you don't know, speaks up. Ed gives him a look before the noose of fear can loosen enough for you to yell at the guy.

"She's a Miller," he snaps. "She's one of us. We stop everythin' until we find her. Now go before I beat the shit outta you for asking such a dumb fuckin' question." They stare at each other for another beat before the guy rides off, running toward the guard towers to let them know what's happening. Ed nods at you in silent confirmation and comfort before rushing off. All at once, you hear different voices calling your daughter's name, asking her to come out or show herself. Someone went to track down the smugglers, one went toward your house in case she decided to walk home, and one went back out beyond the gates to see if she somehow ventured outside the walls.

If people didn't know Charlie was missing, they certainly do now. Your mind runs rampant with possibilities. What if an old Firefly or someone from your past found out you were here and kidnapped her in revenge? If they found you, could they have found Ellie and her family? What if she fell and she's hurt somewhere? What if you're too late again? Joel. You need to get Joel. Joel will find her. Joel will help you break out of the nightmares paralyzing you. Joel won't let anything bad happen. Right?

You're about to run to the stables to get Goldie and look for her yourself when a voice calls, "Mom!" You quickly turn to see Ellie walking toward you with Charlie in her arms, still in her blue jacket. You let out a relieved sigh and rush to meet them halfway. You pull both of them into your chest and try to stop shaking.

"Oh my god, Charlie," you say, smoothing her hair down as if to prove to yourself she's real. She wraps her legs around your waist and clings to you. Ellie smiles when she steps back, releasing her sister and looking at you. Finally, your brain clicks that Ellie is here instead of her ranch, and a new pit of anxiety opens in your stomach. "What are you doing in town? Is everything okay? Where's Dina and Jay?"

"Everything's fine. Everyone's safe and at home. One of the sheep has an infection, so I came to get her some medicine. Charlie saw me walking into the store and must've left the playground to get me." She explains in a much calmer voice than you could ever muster, and you nod.

"Mommy, you said last night you missed Bellie, so I was gonna bring her to you as a surprise!" Charlie says, leaning back so you can see her smiling face. She's so proud of her initiative to bring Ellie to you. She was independent and thoughtful, even if you wish her independence at six years old didn't give you a heart attack. You take a breath and smile at her.

"You're right. I did say that," you say. "But, next time, you need to tell Mommy where you're going. You're still too little to run off by yourself, okay?"

"Okay." She agrees, only a little dejected. Another problem for another time when your brain doesn't feel like it's time to fight. You kiss her cheek and hug her again, squeezing her tight. Ellie reaches out to muss Charlie's hair before meeting your eyes over her head.

"I'll call off the search party and find Dad to get everyone home, okay?" She says. You want to tell her she doesn't have to or you can do it yourself, but you're stuck in place, holding a breathing daughter while flashes of holding a still one flash in your mind. You need someone to take care of you. You need to be the weak one for a minute. You need your family. Ellie reads you like a book, nods, and rubs Charlie's back before walking toward the guard towers to deliver the all-clear message and ask someone to trade Joel's patrol shift for tonight.

When she returns, you're still in the same spot with Charlie, who's just a smidgen too big to be held for this long. She doesn't rush you or say anything. She just starts walking, and, as always, you follow, devout in your steps like you were eight years ago.

And just like she did all those years ago, she leads you home with the wisdom of someone far beyond her years. And just like all those years ago, you lack the words to tell her how grateful you are for her. You think you will always fall short of complete and utter articulation when it comes to your girls. How could you ever encompass a love that spans decades, states, realms? You’re not sure you ever can but being led over the threshold of the home you built for them feels like a pretty good first step in trying.

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#I kinda hate the ending but it’s whatever #the last of us #joel miller #joel miller x reader #the last of us x reader #joel miller fic #joel miller the last of us #joel tlou #joel miller and ellie williams #joel miller angst #dad!joel miller #joel miller series #joel miller au #ellie the last of us #the last of us fic #the last of us series #tlou fic #ellie tlou #platonic!ellie williams x reader

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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 4 months

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Love me or hate me, both are in my favor (Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader [HS Academic rivals AU])

Hiii! I can’t believe I haven’t updated this series since last year! ( I hate myself too don’t worry) hope you all have a good 2024! Hope you enjoy the new chapter! Not proofread.

(Y/N)- Your name.

Cursing, villains villaining, reader almost dying (she doesn’t tho don’t worry)

Word count: 1.8k

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Chapter 7: this world is only gonna break your heart

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If Miguel had a nickel for everytime you had been attacked by a monster-like man creature, and had to be rescued by him, he’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird it happened twice.

The police had made quick work for once and had evacuated the area, making sure to keep up when the scene moved from the aquarium back over to Coney Island. News choppers keeping a distance from where they flew in the air, capturing live footage of your capturer dodging police, using you as a human shield in an attempt to keep bullets from being fired in his direction. You would have squirmed against the blue tentacles that wrapped around your body, if it weren’t for him holding you hostage on top of the wonder wheel, one wrong move and you could slip off, or worse, he could drop you off it like you were nothing more than a piece of trash.

Your pleas fell on deaf ears as you begged to be let go, to be placed back on ground level, but he wouldn’t even glance in your direction, instead opting to look out into the crowd, watching, waiting. He seemed to be getting impatient, you could tell by the irritated huff he let out, before you felt his limb tighten slightly before your feet began to be lifted off the narrow steel beams underneath themselves. Your hands instinctively go to grip the blue ampendage, you let out a screech, your throat raw as you begged for him to not let go, your tears cascading down your face as he waits. If you were thinking clearly, it would have clicked in your mind. You were acting as bait.

TWAP

The wind was knocked out of your lungs as you were suddenly webbed against the bright orange Farris wheel, a sob escapes your lips as you quickly evert your eyes from the floor that was at least 50 yards beneath you, praying to whatever gods would listen to make sure the neon red silk wouldn’t decide to snap underneath you, while you felt the octopus-man’s tentacle pull away from you.

“Spider-Man! I see my favorite insect finally decided to join us.”

“Doc ock.” Spider-Man grumbled as he began to scale the amusement park ride. “What do I owe the displeasure to this time.” Finally, he decided to move from his spot at the top of the Farris wheel, both men leaving you basically forgotten. Doc ock didn’t justify the remark with an answer, rather begins to weave himself between the teal metal beams, as Spider-Man went after him, attempting to trap him in webs as he followed. Like a game of cat and mouse. “Let’s get this over with doc, we both know how this is gonna end.”

You had no idea what was happening behind you, but you did know that every time they gripped onto the metal of the wheel as they used it like a jungle gym the whole thing would shake, it was utterly terrifying. You were never partially scared of heights before, but now you definitely were. The adrenaline rush was making your blood pump and your heart beat to ring in your ears, trying to take deep breaths as you bit your lip to keep your whimpers and sobs low. Why couldn’t one of those damn news hoppers grab you?

You have no idea how long you’ve been stuck against the Farris wheel, but it feels like an eternity.

Finally, you let out a gasp as you heard one of the webs begin to rip from beneath you, feeling the thin silk brush lightly against your ankle as it slowly begins to unwind. Instinctively you grabbed onto one of the webs that was a bit higher on your body, one that seemed thicker, more sturdy, just in time for the unwinding of the web on your lower half to pick up speed. You let out another yelp as you finally felt the webbing snap and fall down, letting out a sob as it flowed away in the wind, as you tried to hoist yourself up higher on the neon red webs.

“Help! Spider-Man help!” Your pleas reached Miguel’s ears faster than anyone else’s would have, he quickly glanced up and saw you were quite literally hanging from a thread. If he wasn’t quick enough, you’d surely plummet and be severely injured, or worse… “I’m gonna fall! Please!” You interrupted yourself with another scream as you watched in horror as the sting of web you were depending on to keep yourself up, starts to slowly rip away due to gravity. Miguel let out a frustrated huff, as he stopped for a second to catch his breath, he could throw that nasty octopus in the slammer another time, he couldn’t let you get injured again. He wouldn’t.

“I’m coming!” Doc ock was quickly dropped from Miguel’s mind as fast as the octopus fled the scene. Miguel begins to quickly climb back up to your level, unfortunately, his strength and speed shook the metal structure as he climbed back up, leaving small claw marks as he re-ascended the Farris wheel. The shaking only sped up the deteriorating of the web you were holding onto, until-

Snap.

You were screaming but you couldn’t hear anything but a ringing in your ears that was getting more intense every inch you got closer to the floor. The watching crowd could only let out a collective gasp as they watched your descent, mothers covering their children’s ears and eyes, teenagers recording on their phones, your teachers that were supervising watching in horror knowing that this was going to be a PR nightmare for the boarding school despite if you somehow managed to get out unscathed.

You were so petrified and out of it that you didn’t even realized that Spider-Man had jumped off after you until you felt his arm cling around your waist, pulling back out of your deer-in-headlights-like state, causing your arms to instinctively around his neck before using his free hand to shoot a web onto the wonder wheel, stop you both only 20 feet or so before you would have hit the floor. Your hearing slowly started to come back to, hearing the sounds of the crowd of onlookers clapping and cheering on the masked vigilante.

“Hey.” Your head snapped over to him once he finally spoke, both of your chest heaving rapidly.

“Hey.” You smiled.

“We need to stop meeting like this.” He joked, and you didn’t have to see his face under his mask to know his smile widened when you let out a shaky laugh at the quip.

“Can you put me down now Mr.Spider-Man?” You asked with a small giggle, readjusting your arms around his neck, now he was the one who let out a shaky chuckle.

“Right , right…” he mumbled before he started to lower you both down, gently helping you to your feet, expecting him to do the same, but instead he just flipped himself upside down as he hung from the red web in front of you.

And you weren’t sure if it was the post-almost dying adrenaline rushing through your bloodstream, or if it was your mind being clouded by the utter most gratefulness at the fact that he had saved you from death’s clutches more then once, but you did something you’d never do if you were thinking 100% correctly, knowing you’ll probably be embarrassed by the actions when your replaying the memories late at night in bed, but right now, that wasn’t gonna stop you. The crowd or the news choppers watching you wasn’t gonna stop you either.

So, taking in a deep breath for courage, you go to bring your hand up to his face and dip your finger under his mask and lifting it just above his nose. You had paused for a second once your hands traveled to rest on either side of his still covered temples, just to give him the ability to recover the lower half of his face and pushed you away if he wanted, and you were really expecting him too. But instead, you watched as his plump lips pulled up (down?) into a small smirk, taking this as your greenlight, you leaned forward, letting your lips meet.

You finally understood what authors meant when they would write about feeling fireworks. You finally understood why rom-com movies would play grand music during the main characters sharing a kiss. Your heart swells as your eyes closed, you felt like you could kiss Spider-Man forever. You really want to.

“Get it spidey!”

“That’s (Y/N), isn’t it?”

“Oh my god it is!”

The comments from the still watching crowd brought you down from high, cheeks redding as you heard a random stand-byer let out a whistle. Suddenly reminding you of your shameless act as you pulled away from the upside down spider, who only let out an amused chuckle as he pulled down his mask again, it coming out a bit breathless due to him still recovering from the kiss/fight.

You go to whip your mouth as you finally turn away from him, and you immediately spot Mj and Pete at the front of the metal fence that the police had placed to keep the crowd away from the whole ordeal. Your embarrassed smile only widens when you say his hand resting on her waist.

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Miguel’s smile had never been wider when he walked back into his shared room, his brother already sprawled on his own bed as he fumbled and fidgeted with a rubix cube. Glancing at his brother when he heard the door click close.

“Wonder what’s got you all smiles? Would it happen to be a certain kiss from a certain girl?” Gabriel teased, his smirk causing Miguel to roll his eyes.

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” Miguel quipped, pulling his windbreaker off and tossing it in the hamper.

“Don’t play dumb Mig, it’s all over the news and the internet.” Gabriel scoffed as he placed the incomplete cube on his chest, before propping himself up on his elbows. “What happened to hating her?”

Now it’s the elder of the two to scoff. “I still do.”

“Then why didn’t you stop her?”

“Well- I didn’t want to embarrass her! There was a crowd and news crews-“

Gabriel fully sits up on his bed. “Just admit it Miguel! You don’t hate her! Hell, you're probably in love with her!”

“I’m not taking this crap. I’m going out for a walk.” Miguel grumbled before getting up from his seat on his own bed, his brother only rolling his eyes at his dramatics. It wasn’t until he closed the door after stepping out of his dorm that it hit him like a freight train.

Gabriel was right. He didn’t hate you as much as he liked to lead on…

Fuck.

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iheartgod175 · 2 months

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Some Thoughts (Mostly ZP, but still)…

—I’ve kinda hopped back onto the Zula Patrol train again since writing Turnabout, but I am planning on doing art and stories for other fandoms, too, of course ^^ I actually worked on chapter 4 of DCR and some more of Love Language for the first time in a month! Which is amazing progress since I had both writer’s block and worries that maybe a lot of folks aren’t interested in the story. But even if that were true, it’s not going to stop me from posting stories, especially about my favorite childhood show ^^

—I went a bit in depth about an OC who gets some focus in both DCR and a few other entries, Firestorm, who’s a military commander in one of the other Zulean branches (I’ll detail my own headcanons on the structure of the Zulean government in another headcanons post) and is one of the few people that Bula gets along with outside of his team because like him, she doesn’t tolerate the BS/corruption that goes on in the government. And somehow, I got the idea that in an alternate universe, they end up as a couple. It has me cracking up because now, I have three potential love interests for Bula: Zeeter (with whom I can see happening even in canon), Bonnie (my old OC whom I’ve revamped and even have a solo story for), and now Firestorm (who might get teased in the future). Bula’s literally building his own harem, LOL XD

—And then it got me thinking that if Bula’s a typical “clueless harem protagonist” (although unlike them, he makes himself useful and isn’t admired due to some random skill he has out of nowhere), Ricochet would be the “smug harem protagonist with a heart of gold” in that he dated Denise, Diane, Melissa, and many other women before he settled down. Also, in a few AUs, he does have a better relationship with Serena, Denise’s outlaw sister, and their relationship borders on UST. Silly thoughts are silly, LOL

—I’ve also had an idea regarding the Third Sight ability. Originally, this ability has no offensive capability in any field whatsoever. But then I had a thought: what if there was a way, theoretically, that a user could hurt/even kill someone with their mind? It came about from a thought that DS! Elfilis (with whom Multo interacts with in my latest crossover) could totally do this easily, since he’s basically seen as a god (although he’s mortal) and he’s a lot more powerful/experienced with his psychic powers. Not to mention that between him and Multo, his cruel streak is not only bigger, but also more terrifying. It got me thinking that the Zuleans who have the Third Sight can do this same thing, namely in a moment of pure distress/fury, stemming from the desire to make the perpetrator feel every ounce of pain they felt at watching their loved one get hurt/killed. The name for this attack is called “Flashpoint” (or at least, it’s a working idea for a name). I had the idea that Multo accidentally stumbles across this ability after someone got the great (read: stupid) idea to hurt Zeeter or any of the others in front of him, and unable to physically defend them (due to being trapped), he’s filled with both horror at his loved ones being hurt, and pure rage at the perp, wanting nothing but for him to feel that same pain and worse. Cue that happening to the perp, with the guy literally losing his mind. With Multo being the kind of person he is, he’s shocked/horrified that he can do such a thing. One of the villains in my current WIP, Nova, takes an interest in Multo after finding out about him using this.

—And now, a part of me wants to do an alternative version of Multo that’s evil. That would be pretty terrifying. O.O

—Oh, I’m also thinking of getting back to The Return of the Phantom Empire soon, thanks to working on Firestorm’s profile. Just trying to work on the general plot of the side story, which focuses on Quick Draw McGraw, and possibly Quack-Up, namely in regards to the trauma he suffered before he joined the Galactic Guardians. This chapter isn’t gonna be quite as long as the first three chapters, but that might change, lol XD

#zula patrol #the zula patrol #hanna-barbera #ricochet rabbit #ramblings #canon x oc ships

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larkspurglove · 6 days

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Wow 2.2 absolutely stuck the landing for the Penacony arc. Anyway spoiler heavy thought dump below

AVENTURINE’S ALIVE YIPPEE!!! He cannot catch a fucking break though, bro has a chance of being demoted or kicked out of the stonehearts, and then Boothill breaks into his room and aims a gun at him. Get my man a vacation please.

Anyway GOD I LOVE HOW THEY DID THE TWIST. Misha manifesting in reality has irked me since I first noticed that only the trailblazer sees him, because him being a memory zone meme made 100% sense except for that one little piece of info.

While it’s a bit sad that Boothill and Black Swan aren’t actually travelling with us, the fake ending felt weirdly jarring but also convincing enough that for a second I doubted myself and thought it was the real ending.

The use of end credits gives me a heart attack each time but it’s really funny, although there are a few things I noticed in there.

1) Gallagher’s actor is listed as Penacony???

2) ‘Dreammaster’ as Sunday’s servant, then Gopher Wood as Dreammaster. Like what does that mean

This shit was terrifying. This was the moment that made me think ‘this is lowkey Sumeru all over again’ but this time instead of power hungry sages you have several OP people in one area and a sad Christian bird boy running the show.

(By the way this ALSO ALSO made me realise that Aventurine’s eyes are like Ena the Order’s one giant eye. What’s up with that)

Argenti showing up scared the shit out of me but it was kinda funny. However I don’t know if this happened to anyone else but he just didn’t have a voice when he showed up. As in there was just zero speech, just the text.

Also ACHERON’S NAME IS RAIDEN BOSENMORI MEI WAHOO!!! All we’re missing is a Kiana expy and then we have the hi3 trio in hsr.

As for Sunday and Robin doomed by the narrative siblings auahshshdhehsjshdh. When I’m more awake I’m going to write a ten page essay on Sunday’s characterisation and how his faith pulls from Christianity/Catholicism/etc. Like it’s genuinely such a good use of Christian-type belief I’m going insaneeeeee.

Boothill is so silly I adore him. Just a silly guy. Sure he is threatening to kill Aventurine but like he’s silly.

Gallagher being a History Fictionologist was unexpected but also makes so much sense. I’m still kinda concerned about how many people refer to him as a dog in a seemingly literal sense but we’ll unpack that later. Also it makes him showing up and saving Firefly from getting arrested even funnier tbh. Cause like, I thought the stowaway the Bloodhounds were looking for was Boothill, but since Gallagher’s a Fictionologist he just fucking lied and it came true. Iconic.

What interesting about Penacony and the Xianzhou is that they both deal with death, but the Xianzhou deals with the concepts of immortality and the consequences of trying to outlive your death, while Penacony’s messaging is that death and hardship is inevitable but life isn’t worth living if you’re not willing to withstand those tragedies.

By the way I’m 1000% sure that the ‘puppets’ during Sunday’s transformation into the Dominous thingy aren’t metaphorical stand ins for the hundred thousand something Oak Family members but literal stand ins. Unless proven otherwise I think Sunday killed those guys to power up the Order death machine. There’s another universe where Hoyo doesn’t have to worry about censorship and there’s just dead bodies being moved around like puppets, trust me I’m John Hoyoverse.

There’s still a lot of loose ends to wrap up and while I’m 100% certain that 2.3 is gonna be ‘oh fuck the IPC is on Penacony’ I really hope these are resolved. Off the top of my head some of them are

Sunday and Robin’s relationship

The consequences of Sunday’s actions

Where the fuck Aventurine was if he was just in the Reef place the entire time he was ‘dead’

What the IPC actually want with Penacony (it’s probably either for profit or for dead aeon remains)

How Gallagher ended up on Penacony/how he became a Fictionologist

Is Misha still around???

Whether the absence of Order followers scheming is gonna stop the dreamscape from collapsing or not

WHERE IS FIREFLY

What the consequences of summoning a bunch of Galaxy Rangers to Penacony will be

WHERE IS ACHERON

Some of these might already be answered but this quest was like six hours long and that was with me speed-reading most of the dialogue and now it’s 1 am in the morning. I do not have enough brainpower for this shit.

I can’t wait for 2.3 the ‘Sunday goes to jail and the IPC get harassed by a Cowboy’ arc

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr spoilers #Penacony spoilers #2.2 spoilers

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koogl001 · 1 year

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Loving how creepy some of your HC have been lately. Got any for if Alastor found out their s/o was terrified of him and starts having a panic attack after screwing up something small ome day thinking they're gonna hurt them.

One-Shots and Headcanons Materlist

This is part 1 of the Damaged Mind Headcanon

Part 2 HERE Part 3 HERE

When Alastor first took interest in you as he saw you passing him by in the streets, he used his shadow to spy and follow you around at all times

It was for your protection, he comforted himself, but somewhere deep in his heart he knew that it was due to his increasing possessiveness over you

All he wanted was to lock you up somewhere safe and far, somewhere where only he would have access to you

You unconsciously picked up on the fact something was following you and started developing paranoia and anxiety

You thought maybe something was out to get you, making you scared for your life

You became more closed up and you ventured beyond the borders of the Happy Hotel only with someone by your side

You spent most of your days tending to your duties as Charlie’s assistant only to run up and lock yourself within your room as soon as the working hours came to an end

Your psyche started cracking bit by bit

When Alastor made the appearance at the Happy Hotel, your paranoia flared up

He was strong and unpredictable; you knew he could kill every single one of you with a single snap of his fingers

What he seemed to enjoy immensely was scaring you, something he believed to be just a bit of fun

To your delicate mind however, it was terrifying

Your paranoia slowly started consuming you to the point where you believed everyone and everything was out to get you, that you were under constant surveillance by something that was after your life and that a single mistake was all it took for your life to end

Locking your door, covering your windows, and taping over every camera on any of your electronic devices became a daily routine for you

You jumped at even the slightest noises, like a swish of the wind outside, your pulse rocketing up as you started hyperventilating

You were too afraid to sleep because that was when you were the most vulnerable

Alastor soon noted the excessive bags under your eyes, your dishevelled appearance, and the jumpiness you didn’t seem to posses a few weeks prior

He worried for your health and decided to confront you about it in the evening after work so the two of you could get some privacy to discuss whatever happened to you

As it got dark and everyone went to their respective rooms (aside for you and the deer demon), Alastor cornered you in the kitchen, approached you from behind and firmly grasped your shoulder

Breathe

You spun on your heel, trying to punch whatever was behind you

This is it, whatever was out to get you was here

Breathe

You wanted to scream but it felt like you were drowning with no air in your lungs

Your hands were grasping your hair so strongly that you ripped chunks of hair out of your scalp

Breathe

Your legs gave our as you fell to the ground, desperately scramming to get away from your killer

Everything was hazy, your focus was on nothing but at the same time everything, because right now, everything could and would kill you

Breathe

You heard someone talking but you couldn’t comprehend what they were saying because of your overwhelmed mind

Your back hit a wall, there was no running now

Breathe

You saw something coming closer

WHY WAS IT SO FUCKING HARD TO BREATHE?!

Tears were streaming down your terrified face, was this really the end?

You couldn’t see, you couldn’t hear, you couldn’t think, you couldn’t FUCKING BREATH

And when something reached its hand towards you, you fell into a deep void

Please, I don’t want to die…

I really enjoyed writing this, mainly because it reflects issues that I suffer from. I have a chronic mental illness that is strongly linked to paranoia and can lead to panic attacks when I get overwhelmed, so I relate to this on another level. As I already said, I loved writing this and am tempted to write part 2, which would be a first for me, but I just feel this has too much potential to end so quickly. I’d like to ask the person who requested this to leave another request if they feel the same way and would like to see part 2 as well

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kimbap-r0ll · 2 years

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Asking a Troupe Member to Catch a Spider

All of them will probably make a joke about how you are asking a spider to catch a spider, but oh well

Because most of them grew up in Meteor City, I feel like they would be super unbothered by spiders or just see them as a nuisance (maybe some of them like them too)

Chrollo

He’ll either absolutely slap the soul out of it with a quick move of his arm or scoop it up gently

If he doesn’t kill it, he’ll let it go through a window or some other opening

Other than that he just tells you (with a smile) not to worry asking him for help next time

Nobunaga

He’s okay with it, only if it doesn’t jump

He doesn’t miss killing it in one go, his aim’s just too good

But if he misses and it goes flying somewhere else, I feel like he’ll want to give up (not to mention he doesn’t like the idea of finding it on him) and you guys will be working together to find it

Feitan

He’ll be a dick about it

He’ll tease you for not being able to catch a spider (even if it’s poisonous!) and then go to get it without a single ounce of fear

Once he has it in a cup, he’ll joke around throwing it at you, even briefly letting it go for a bit just so he can watch you run terrified

Machi

Pretty normal, she’ll get a cup and a piece of paper to trap it

She just tells you not to get scared about it, maybe sighing about how spiders aren’t something to be scared of (she looks super annoyed while doing all of this but honestly just wants to help you so she's not actually angry)

Now if the spider manages to escape while she was trying to catch it she’ll kill it before it scurries too far away

Hisoka

I can’t tell if his teasing will be worse than Feitan’s but he’ll also be a dick about it

He’ll be happy to catch the spider...and then make it crawl on you for a second ("You're reactions are just so much fun!")

Will kill it immediately after causing you to have a heart attack

Phinks

Probably just goes for a punch first

He’s not scared of spiders so it’s no big deal

You’ll probably get a dent in the wall however and if he misses expect five more dents (the spider's gonna be dust by the end of it)

Shalnark

I feel like he would be someone who doesn’t really like spiders but isn’t scared of them

He’ll look at where it is, get a cup, and catch it

If he wanted to he could try to use an antenna on the spider to see what it does, but it’s too much work for him to bother with

Franklin

He’s like most of the others in the idea he’ll let the thing go

Unless he’s in a rush or busy he’ll just smash it with his fist :/

He tells you to catch it yourself (a bit harsh but he thinks it’s something you can do)

Shizuku

She agrees to help with a blank face and gets her vacuum

She’ll either whack it with a roll of newspaper and vacuum it or she’ll grab it with her hand and let it go by an opening in the house

She might forget why she’s in the room if the spider manages to escape, then you have to remind her while you’re on a piece of furniture to help you before it crawls out

Pakunoda

She’s never been the best with crawlies but will try her best because she cares for you

Probably gets a roll of paper and kills it unless she has no option but to get a cup and paper to let it go

She’ll keep a mental note that you don’t like spiders from there on, and whenever she sees spiders without you knowing she’ll catch it before you see it

Bonolenov

Probably doesn’t see a reason to get rid of it and doesn’t want to help you at first (“it’s just living it’s life”)

After you convince him he’ll get up from whatever he was doing and help you

Probably lets it crawl on his hand before letting it go

Uvogin

Like Phinks, will likely just crush it

Say goodbye to whatever he had to break in the process

He’ll be enthusiastic to help you because he cares for you, but maybe it will be better you to ask someone else if you don’t want anything broken

Kortopi

I feel like he’ll trap it under a cup and then forget paper, so he has to go get it while you watch the cup or vice versa

He might leave it alone if you ask him to catch it too since he doesn’t see a reason in trapping it, but does it anyways

He can’t reach tall places so you guys just work together to catch a tiny spider (go you!)

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phantom-of-the-501st · 1 year

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Episode 14 Thoughts

Spoilers for TBB Season 2

AAAAHHHHHH OKAY OKAY I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS AAAAAAHHHHH

It's grey. Why does everything have to be grey? Grey never means anything good.

HOWZER?!

Well that answers one of my questions. Howzer was, in fact, able to keep his hair in great condition while being held captive. Good to know.

BUT HOWZER'S BACK AAAAHHHH

I was honestly like "oh no, Lt. Fuckface is back 🙄" and then remembered that he was dead and that this was some other pasty imperial to hate...

Incoming attack? From Echo maybe???

IT'S ECHO!!!

HE HAS RETURNED AAAAAHHHHH I MISSED HIM SO MUCH!!!

WITH GREGOR!!!

2 new clones, Fireball and Nemec. Ngl, thought they were both gonna die. 😬 Thankfully not!

Oh great, even Mt Tantiss is all grey and gloomy...

This is just a grey, gloomy episode.

ECHO AND CROSSHAIR IN THE SAME EPISODE??? LET'S GO!!!

Hemlock gives me the heebie jeebies. 😖

LEAVE HIM ALONE YOU DICK

Crosshair convulsing in the back of the shot is horrifying. 😭

Echo without a kama feels very weird...

BUT LOOK AT HIS BOOTS!

FUCK YEAH, CROSSHAIR!!!

I have a sneaking suspicion that this isn't actually going to work out...

You can tell he's out of it. Some of his shots miss.

HE'S SENDING A WARNING MESSAGE TO THE BATCH HELP

If you need me, I'll be sobbing in the corner. 😭

Cross... 😭😭😭

Of course Hemlock is immune to his own poison. That's exactly something to expect from a heebie jeebie man.

AND THE BATCH?! I thought they might just turn up right at the end.

Man, we are doing so well for characters this episode. 🥲

What is that thing Wrecker caught???

Wrecker calling Lyana boss. 😭

Hunter still feeling a little iffy about settling down permanently. Interesting but not surprising. 🤔

TECH GIVING OMEGA FLYING LESSONS 😆

He looks so terrified. 🤣

TECH TURN! TECH TURN!

Omega sounding so excited when she says "It's him". Bestie, same. 😭

Echo offering to race Omega back just confirms that Echo is actually a chaotic little shit and I love him for that. 🥰

Echo, mate, you look kinda naked without the kama. I don't know how to feel about it.😭

THE HUG THE HUG THE HUG AAAAHHH MY HEART 😭🥰

Ooooohh are they gonna find out about Cross from the data stick?

Hunter and Echo still not quite on the same page. 🤔

SORRY BUT WHY DOES ECHO ALWAYS LOOK SO SMALL NEXT TO HUNTER??? DID HUNTER CUT THE BOTTOM OF ECHO'S LEGS OFF LIKE WHAT IS THIS???

"When will it be enough?"

Ugh, that hurt. I love what Echo's doing but I am stressed for his life constantly. I'm really worried that something is going to happen to him and that's why Rex is gonna give up the fight. 😭

I don't necessarily think that something will happen to him this season though...

THEY KNOW THE EMPIRE HAVE CROSSHAIR 😭

They got the distress message. 🥲

Okay, I know that them not completely trusting Crosshair's warning is justified but OUCH it hurts to know that he's trying to help them and they don't know if they can believe him. 😭

JUST LEAVE THE POOR MAN ALONE! STOP IT!!! 😭

THAT'S THE END?! NOOOOOO

Oh no... we only have the finale left...

Aaaahhhhh so much happened this episode!

We got Echo back! (No Rex though ☹️). But also Crosshair, and the Batch AND HOWZER AND GREGOR!!! 🥰 Was hoping we would see Wolffe at some point but he could still turn up in the finale. 🤔

Jennifer wasn't kidding about this being a rollercoaster of emotions. I was just swinging back and forth between happiness and pure stress.

And Crosshair was trying to help his brothers. 😭 He still cares about them and now they want to get him back but they don't know if they can trust him and it's all too many feelings my heart can't take it-

I loved this episode. I think Eps 3, 8 and 12 still top it for me, but I was freaking out a lot. I hope Echo continues to have a significant part in the final 2 episodes and I hope that we see Rex again. Also, where's Cody at rn?

Anyway, I hope we get a Batch reunion next week!!!

I'm gonna go and continue to freak out. Hopefully I can focus on Mando this week after all that. 😵‍💫

#HE'S BACK 😭#my man has returned #i want to cry #i love him so much 🥲#ALSO LEAVE CROSSHAIR ALONW YOU BASTARDS #him trying to help the batch has me in shambles 😭#star wars #the bad batch #the bad batch season 2 #the bad batch season 2 spoilers #tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers

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tiredatiny · 2 years

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Beautiful Flower

Pairing : Mark Lee x male reader

Genre : angst, college au

Warnings : a quick mention of MarkHyuck, death, swearing, throwing up, arguing

Summary : Mark has been avoiding falling in love because of the Hanahaki disease. Little does he know that the fear of his will be the reason for someone’s death.

To say that Mark was afraid of the oh so infamous Hanahaki disease, would be an understatement. He was terrified of it, to the point where falling in love was like a death penalty to the boy. So every time Mark started crushing on someone he tried avoiding the person like they were carrying the deadliest disease known to man. And the technique has been working so far…

“Hellooo?? Mark you still here?” You waved your hand in front of Mark’s face to get his attention back to whatever you were talking about. “Huh?”

“We were taking about you and Haechan. Like are you coughing up flower petals yet or what?” A chuckle could be heard from you. “Nah, I think my feelings went away pretty quickly” Mark replied back. You sighed in relief “well that’s awesome because to be honest, he had some major red flags-“

“Who are we talking about?” Johnny jumped into the conversation out of nowhere, cutting you off mid-sentence. You hated how easily he could sneak up to you and you wouldn’t notice a thing before it was too late. That man will give you a heart attack someday..

“Dude where the hell have you been? Me and y/n have been looking for you” Mark tried changing the subject. “Outer space” Johnny laughed and sat down. When no one was laughing at his ‘joke’ he obviously felt a bit embarrassed. “..I was in physics class. I would’ve been here sooner if Mr. Kim learned how to end lessons on time.” “Anyways who were you guys talking about earlier? I swear if you’re shit-talking without me..” even with the older’s jokey tone, you could feel Mark tense up a little bit. Clearly the current subject was not something he wanted to really talk about. “No one” you and Mark said in unison. Not suspicious at all.

You were woken up by an uncomfortable feeling in your throat. You climbed out of bed and went to get a glass of water to help your itchy sensation but it ended up making things even worse. You couldn’t empty the glass, when you suddenly started coughing like something was stuck in your windpipes. When you felt like you could breath normally again, you saw something on the floor.

It was a single rose petal.

The next days you spent in your own thoughts. You had Hanahaki disease? That’s impossible. You didn’t have a crush on anyone.. right? Like yeah there were attractive people on campus and you wouldn’t mind dating some of them but falling in love..

“What’s with the look y/n? Something wrong?” Johnny’s cheerful yet worried question startled you from your pondering. “No I’m just..” you were thinking about telling your friend the truth but then again you didn’t want him to start worrying. “I think I’m gonna catch a cold. This sore throat hurts so bad.” God you’re such a good liar. “Yeah well that’s what you get for playing football in the rain” Johnny chuckled when remembering the event. You were soaked from head to toe and yet you still stayed on the field. And the funniest part was that your team didn’t even win that day.

You let out a laugh seeing Mark in the distance waving to both of you. Oh gosh how stupid he looked.. but he looked stupid in a cute way. “Guess what Mark?” Johnny asked the younger as soon as he sat down to the table. Mark didn’t have time to react when Johnny continued “Y/n is finally getting that “playing football in the rain” cold!” Mark’s expression went from laughing to concerned quickly. “Are you feeling okay? Do you want me to make you tea later when classes end? Or maybe I can get you some medicine from the store-“ His voice became distant as you felt a warm feeling in your heart. You were happy about the fact that he was so worried about you “getting a cold”. You smiled, a slightly pinkish blush making its way to your cheeks.

Then the realisation hit you like a truck. You were in love with Mark.

You spent the next two weeks in your dorm room faking a cold, not only because of Mark but also because of your health. Your condition was getting worse day by day, at the beginning you were coughing up single petals maybe twice a day but it quickly ended up with you throwing up whole flowers. You had been thinking about confessing but quickly realised Mark’s relationship with Hanahaki was.. well. He didn’t have crushes at least for long and he hadn’t been together with anyone ever.

But you couldn’t avoid your friends forever so when you did start attending classes again, you had a lot of explaining to do.

“I mean who’s sick for two weeks straight?? You just skipped lessons because you had the chance right?” Johnny tried reasoning “and poor Mark thought you died.. you didn’t even answer the door when he tried checking on you!” Yeah it was a shitty thing to do, but you didn’t want him- No anyone to see you in such a bad shape. “I just wasn’t feeling.. uumm well” your answer technically wasn’t a lie. “You should tell Mark that- Oh there he is” Johnny spotted the latter looking for you both “Mark over here!!”

You saw how Mark began smiling after seeing you with Johnny. “Y/n! Dude I seriously thought the cold had gotten you!” He rushed to the table and sat down next to you. It was getting difficult to breath as you felt something in your throat. “I-I’m sorry but I have to..” you muttered before dashing out of the cafeteria, leaving Mark and Johnny with confused expressions. The older quickly sat up, ready to run after you “wait here okay? I’ll talk to him and figure out what’s going on.”

You barely managed to make it to the bathroom before you started throwing up petals and blood. It hurt so much. It wasn’t long before you heard the door open “y/n, you in here?” Why couldn’t he leave you alone? You were already having a hard time hiding everything and they had to just make it more difficult. “Just leave me.. leave me alone pleas-“ you couldn’t finish the sentence when you felt more petals in your mouth. “I wanna know what’s going on with you? First you ignore us for two weeks and.. I’m worried okay?” Johnny tried opening the door but quickly stopped when he heard you throwing up. After a moment of silence, you opened the stall door without looking at your friend. “I’m fine Johnny.”

“No you’re not. Y/n don’t shut me out, talk to me!”

“I’m not shutting you out!” You replied, ready to leave but Johnny grabbed your hand, making it very difficult for you to do so. “Let go of me!” You were now yelling, not caring if someone heard. “Not before you tell me the truth! I need to know-“

“You don’t need to know anything!” You cut him off immediately realising how mean that sounded. “You’re a piece of shit y/n, you know that?” Johnny’s grip on you was getting tighter “you.. you expect me to be fine with how you’re treating this friend group huh?? You think I’m fine.. Mark’s fine with you ignoring us?!” You stayed quiet as he yelled insults left and right. “Okay you don’t have to tell us what’s going on, but don’t expect either of us to take you back with a warm welcome! We’ll be sure to give you the same treatment as you did-“

“Johnny I’m fucking dying!”

“What?”

“I have hanahaki okay? You feeling better now??” You bit your lip to not start full on crying. Johnny let go of your hand and pulled you to a hug. No one said anything for a moment maybe because there wasn’t anything to say. Maybe you were too afraid to say anything.

“So uumm.. who’s the you know? Your crush?” Johnny started feeling bad about the fact that he had been yelling at you “like you could try confessing to her or him.. or them?” You let out a dry chuckle “No way in hell. I’ll save him from having to blame himself for my death. Besides he won’t love me back, trust me.”

Johnny couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You just accepted your faith? “Cmon we have to try please. I can’t lose you” he was now desperate “or you can get that surgery if you won’t confess right?” You shook your head in defeat, there really was nothing you could do even if you did get the surgery, the procedure was always risky.

“At least tell me who it is?”

“I guess there isn’t any harm in telling.. It’s M-“

At that moment the restroom door swung open and there stood a panting Mark. “I-I know you said to wait and all but it took you guys so long that I just.. I couldn’t just sit there.”

Johnny obviously waited for you to finish your sentence but you just silently went past Mark and left the two of them alone again without an explanation.

You had later texted Johnny to not tell anyone about your condition and if anyone were to ask about where you were, he would act like he didn’t know either. A shitty thing to do to a friend, you knew.

You stopped attending classes and just stayed in your room waiting for it all to end. Mark and Johnny came knocking on your door everyday, trying to just talk to you. And everyday you wanted to get out of bed and open the door, let them know that you’re still breathing.

“Y/n, it’s me again” Mark knocked on your door one evening, not expecting an answer. He sat down leaning on the door with a sigh “I know something’s like super wrong with you.. your health I mean” he quickly corrected. You listened to him talking about his day and slowly you made your way to the door. Just as you were about open the door you felt this immense pain in your lungs that made your knees buckle. Mark heard you falling to the floor with a loud thud, followed by a sob.

“Y/n?? Is everything okay?” Mark tried opening the door but as expected, it didn’t magically unlock. “Y-yeah..” you got up weakly and leaned on the wooden door that was separating you two. There was a brief moment of silence before you continued: “I’m.. so sorry Mark.. I really am.”

Mark was visibly confused about what were you apologising for. Maybe the way you ignored both him and Johnny?

“It’s okay really. I mean yeah it wasn’t nice to get ghosted like that but you probably had a good reason for-“

“I’m not apologising for that.” You quickly cut him off before any misunderstandings could happen.

“Then what??”

You couldn’t give him the answer. Maybe because ‘I love you’ was not the answer.

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crystalsnow95z · 6 months

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hobi with a bad cough and he’s wheezing a lot

It ended up in a really dark direction because of my headspace right now, sorry if that's not what you were hoping for. I have an awful habit of turning one suggestion into something completely different

This one got ridiculously long before i noticed how long it got, and I already cut out two whole scenes. Sorry, it's gonna break into a two parter(maybe 3?)and didn't meet your request yet..

"AHHH!" The sound of Hosoek's scream echos throughout the woods as he throws himself at the closest person, clinging to Namjoon's arm, burying his face in his shoulder.

"What? What's wrong?" Namjoon holds his frightened companion close, looking around to see what spooked him.

"Why? Why did you happen?" Yoongi jumps at the sound of Hoseok, looking at him with a worried expression.

"I saw a snake...! It ran across my foot!" Hoseok whines. "Over there!" He points to a pile of leaves that rustled with movement.

Jungkook goes to investigate, finding the culprit that terrified Hoseok, then looking in the book that staff gave them. "It's not venomous.." he confirms after looking through the pages."It says venomous snakes have a triangle shaped head. This one is totally rounded." He bends down to get a closer look."It's okay it won't hurt you."

"Well that's good for it! I still don't want it near me!" Hoseok complains. "Don't.. touch it! Just because it isn't venomous doesn't mean it won't hurt if it bites!"

Jungkook pulls away from it. "It's scared of me.." He notes with a small pout as it starts slithering away, disappearing into the grass, filming it as it moves, following it until he feels someone grab him.

"Leave it alone, Jungkook-ah. We need to keep going.." Yoongi pulls Jungkook up by his hood gently."It's okay, Hoba. Jungkookie scared it away. It's gone. We just need to find flat ground to set up our tent. Once we set up a fire, it'll keep the snakes away." Yoongi gently rubs Hoseok's arm to comfort him.

"Okay.." Hoseok keeps hold of Namjoon while they keep moving, blushing when he sees the fellow 94er smiling at him, both dimples showing. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're cute." Namjoon says simply, as if it was common sense.

"You're cute." Hoseok throws the compliment back at him, poking his dimple. It was Namjoon's turn to blush, covering his face with his palm making Hoseok giggle, filming Namjoon.

"Stop it!" Namjoon pushes the camera away. "Film yourself not me!" He whines.

Jungkook giggles, too, watching the two rappers teasing one another. He was relieved to see Hoseok calm down from his mini heart attack from their scaley neighbor.

"The lake should've been this way.." Jin murmurs, staring at the map staff gave them. "We passed the giant oak. It should've been a mile north.."

Jungkook sniffs the air, trying to find any sign of the lake. He catches a whiff of wet dead leaves despite the path they are walking on being bone dry. "I think we're going in the right direction. I smell water."

Jin trusts the mankae even though when he breathed in the forest air, he couldn't smell anything but the trees, the dusty path, and wildflowers.

"Let's keep going straight then. Maybe a mile is longer than I thought.."

"Can we swim in the lake?" Taehyung asks eyes sparkling with excitement at the thought of splashing around with his brothers."Are our self cams waterproof?"

"They are. But it's too cold today. It'll warm up tomorrow. We can swim then. Today, we can fish since we got our license. I'll show you a trick I picked up!" Jin smiles, unable to hide his own excitement. He's been looking forward to fishing with the other members since staff told them they would fish for their dinner.

"But not everyone eats fish.. what are we going to do?" Taehyung looks towards Namjoon and Jimin with worry flashing in his eyes.

"It's fine, Taetae. I can eat fish for a couple of days." Jimin comforts Taehyung, rubbing the back of his neck. "Just like you end up suffering sometimes because something we all eat is too spicy for you."

"I can deal with it, too." Namjoon tries to hide his disappointment, but his shoulders still slump at the thought, his body language giving him away.

"It's okay. We have rice and ramen, too. You guys can have my serving.." Taehyung offers Jimin and Namjoon with a warm smile. "I can't eat too much anyway. I'm preparing for filming.."

"But what if we don't catch anything?" Namjoon waves off his offer. He was well aware of Taehyung’s recent diet change because of the recent role he obtained, seeing his fitted jacket being loose on him."You need to eat your portions. I said I'm fine, Tae. Don't worry about me."

"I'm okay too. I won't take your ramen, Taehyungie." Jimin says, wrapping an arm around Taehyung fondly pressing his cheek into his soulmates. "I might take Jaykay's though."

"Sure hyung. As long as we catch some fish I'll share." Jungkook teases.

"And I can share mine too." Yoongi says, trying to sound nonchalant. "We'll be fine."

"Don't worry,we'll all share, and no one will go hungry. We've always managed before." Jin says in a soothing tone, ruffling Taehyung's hair.

"Look! I see the lake up ahead!" Jimin points to the water sparkling ahead from the sunlight reflecting off it.

"I was right! It was just farther ahead!" Jungkook smiles brightly, sprinting towards the water with child-like excitement.

"Jungkook-ah, don't run ahead! Stay with the group!" Jin runs after him."What's the hurry it's not going anywhere!" He scolds him lightly.

"We need to start fishing as soon as possible! We'll lose sunlight and we still need to find a place to pitch a tent!" Jungkook yells back to him slowing down with a pout.

"We'll break into two groups after we find a place to set up camp. We can manage to fish when it's dark, but setting up tents would be hard." Yoongi explains to the mankae calmly.

"Okay, we should probably split into groups while fishing too." Jungkook suggested, seeing the small dock through the trees.

"We'll figure that out later. Let's just find a place for our tent for now."

"This looks like a good spot." Jin walks around the small clearing, checking to see if the ground was flat enough to place their tent.

"Yeah, it's perfect." Hoseok takes off his backpack, plopping down in the grass using the lumpy bag as a pillow. "Can we rest for a bit first?" As soon as he stopped moving, he became aware of how exhausted he felt, stifling a yawn.

"I'm tired too." Taehyung places his bag next to Hoseoks, laying down next to him. Jungkook joins in, laying down and stretching in the grass next to him. "So is Jungukkie.."

"Alright, just for a little bit. Then we have to start setting up the tent and go fishing." Namjoon takes a seat next to Hoseok, hearing the soft panting of his fellow 94liner. "Are you okay, Hoba? You've been quieter today.."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I'm just tired. I didn't get much sleep last night, so this hike took a lot out of me. I'll be fine after resting." Hoseok explains with another yawn"Thanks for your concern, though." He smiles, leaning on Namjoon’s shoulder.

"You don't need to thank me for that." Namjoon pushes the hair that fell into Hoseok's face behind his ear.

As soon as Hoseok got comfortable, feeling safe and warm against Namjoon's side, the exhaustion hit him even harder, his eyes already drooping closed.

"Don't fall asleep, Hope. Wait until we get the tent up. It's too cold to sleep outside. Same for you two." Namjoon scolds them lightly.

Taehyung and Jungkook were dosing off cuddled up to one another, not responding to Namjoon's voice.

"Jungkook-ah.."Jimin shook Jungkook's shoulder, but the mankae only complains with a soft grumble. "This is why I told you two not to play games all night." He smiles fondly,poking Jungkook's cheek.

"Just let them sleep for a bit. They must be exhausted to fall asleep that quickly." Yoongi says, setting up his self cam on the floor. "It's weird without having staff with us.."

"Yeah, but it's also nice.. we can turn the cameras on and off whenever we want." Namjoon turns off Hoseok's camera. "The editors are going to have fun with all this footage.."

Yoongi and Jin started on the tent,pulling out all the pieces while the others rested. Despite also being tired, the oldest members wanted to get the shelter up.

Jimin jumps up to help them. "You aren't resting, too? Hyung, you didn't even sleep on the plane."

"I'll rest once the tent is up." Yoongi answers him, him and Jin stretching out the base of the tent. "I'm fine."

"I'll help too. I'm not that tired." Jimin offers, picking up one of the corners to stretch out, the three members smoothing out the bottom.

It doesn't take long for the three members to finish the tent, Yoongi hammering the last stake into place, checking to see if the rope was tightly secure. "Finished." He wipes sweat off his brow, admiring the purple tent, their logo patterned in the fabric.

"I'll go wake up the others." Jimin offers, going up to the closest member, gently rubbing Jungkook's chest to gently pull him out of his dream. "Jungkook-ah..Jungkook-ah wake up.. we finished building the tent. If you're going to sleep more, set up your cot. The ground is too cold." Jimin coaxed the youngest member awake.

Jungkook just groans,turning over to cuddle into Taehyung’s side, head resting on the baritone vocalists' chest.

"Jungkook-ah, get up.. we still need to go fishing.." Jimin pulls him to make him sit up, holding him in place so he doesn't slump back down.

Jungkook's eyes were barely open to look at Jimin, looking through his lashes, blinking slowly. "Mm.."

Taehyung sluggishly sits up on his own, rubbing at his eyes. "What's going on?" His voice comes out as a soft husky whisper, blinking as his eyes adjust to the sunlight that shined through the tree branches.

"We finished building the tent." Jimin informs Taehyung, fluffing out the back of his hair that got flattened from his sleep, trying to fully wake his friend."We have to gather some firewood and try to catch something to eat."

"Ah, right.. Jungkookie, we need your help fishing. Wake-up." Taehyung helps Jimin pull the youngest to his feet. "Come on, Kook-ah, wake up." He lightly squeezes his cheeks between his fingers.

"'m up.. I'm up.." Jungkook yawns the words the first time, speaking clearer the next, grabbing Taehyung's hand to remove it.

The sound of the mankae line woke up J-hope, stretching out as he sat up. "I didn't mean to fall asleep.. I'm sorry, Hyung. I should've helped.".His voice comes out as a raspy whisper,clearing his throat to try to speak louder. "How long as I out?"

"No, it's okay, you weren't asleep for that long. If we needed help, we would've asked, but three was enough to get it. It wasn't hard to put together." Jin reassures J-hope, stroking his hair."There's still plenty to do. You can help once you're fully awake."

"Here, Hoba, drink some water. Your voice sounds deeper than Taes.." Namjoon unhooked his thermos full of water from his bag, offering it to J-hope, who accepts it gratefully.

He woke up with a sore throat, and the cool water soothed the discomfort. "Thanks Joon-ah. I shouldn't have let myself get scared by every snake and spider on the way here."

"Maybe this trip will help desensitize you to bugs and spiders." Namjoon teases him, helping him to his feet.

"I don't think he will. He still needs me to kill the bugs for him when he sees them in the room." Jimin joins in the playful harassment of his roommate.

Hoseok narrows his eyes at them in mock anger but couldn't stop himself from breaking into a smile. "I can give it a try."

"Let's go fish, we can gather firewood on the way back." Jimin suggests, blushing at the sound of his stomach gurgling.

"Okay, Jimin-sii." Jungkook hugs Jimin. "I'll catch you a fish and make it so tastey you’ll actually enjoy it!"

"Woah, I got a bite! Hyung help me..!" Jimin panicks when he feels the line pulling, trying to pull it in, but he got his line tangled on the reel.

"You must've given it too much slack.."Jin switches rods with Jimin, struggling to pull in the catch by pulling the line by hand.

"It must be huge!" Taehyung holds onto Jin's waist, afraid he'll fall in the water.

The seven members broke up into three groups to try to increase their chances of success, one group fishing at the docks,another a small row boat, and the last on a cliff overseeing the lake.

"I think I heard Jimin's voice.. Maybe he caught something." Yoongi says with a hopeful expression, holding his growling stomach.

Their duo was left to fish on the cliff and only caught one small fish between the two of them. When Hoseok doesn't answer him, he quickly looks over, noticing his eyes were closed."Hoba? Are you alright?"

Hoseok looks up at Yoongi after hearing his nickname coming from his lips, sleepily blinking at him. "Hm? What is it hyung?"

"You fell asleep. Are you okay?" Yoongi questions him, his brow furrowing with worry. "Woah, careful, you got a bite!"

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"Huh? Ack!" Hoseok felt his rod being pulled violently out of nowhere, his body jerking forward. When tried to grab the edge of the cliff to steady himself, but all he got was a handful of grass, doing nothing to support him. He was already falling into the water below. "Hyung!"

"Hoseok-Ah!" Yoongi tried to grab his waist to anchor him down, but he loses his balance falling backwards. "Sh*t!" He couldn't move fast enough, only able to grip the back of his jacket catching him mid-air trying to pull him up, but he lacked the strength wincing with a moan when he feels the searing pain in his shoulder.

Hoseok let out a scream when he feels himself dangling,trying his best to sit still, refusing to open his eyes to see the water below."Please don't drop me..!" He voice comes out high pitched with fear.

Yoongi tried to pull him up, only getting him a few inches closer before the cliff started to crumble from their combined weight. I'm running out of time..the cliff can't take it..

Yoongi felt the fabric slipping from his fingers. "Hoba..I can't..Hoba hold your breath!I’ll get you" His scream echoed as Hoseok hits the water, quickly ripping off his boots and jacket, diving in after him. He'll drown.. he struggled swimming wearing a life jacket..

Hoseok squealed when he hit the water, the shock of cold numbing his body as he sank down, making it hard to move his limbs. He holds his breath as soon as he hits the water, sinking under. Sh*t it's cold..my boots are weighing me down..

Hoseok kicked his feet wildly,clawing upward towards the light, but he wasn't getting any closer to the surface. His energy ebbed quickly, feeling his heart race as he feels himself sinking again.Hyung will come.. Hyung will come..

He kept repeating to himself to keep his nerves under control. Yoongi dives down quickly, opening his eyes to look for his companion. He found it hard to move, his limbs already feeling numb.

Yoongi grabs onto him, wrapping his arm around Hobi's waist. He struggled with one arm swimming towards the surface. Hoba, please, you have to help me.. I can't do this alone..

As if Hoseok heard his thoughts, he started kicking his feet, reaching up to the surface with desperate strokes, but his head was feeling light-headed, unable to hold his breath for much longer.

No, Hoseok-ah..I have to hurry.. I took too long to get to him...

Yoongi felt panic setting in when he saw the bubbles pouring out of Hoseok's mouth, adrenaline kicking in, giving him the strength he needed to reach the surface, gasping for air."[Help..]" He called in English, but his voice came out hoarsely fearful no one could hear him. He tried to call louder. "[Help!]"

He kept a tight grip on his companion as he struggled to reach land, exhaustion weighing heavily on his body. "Hoba..hang in there.. I'll get us to safety.." Yoongi pants,trying to adjust Hoseok onto his back to keep his head above water, his own face falling underneath the surface, his mouth filling with water as he pants for air.

"[Hang on I'm coming!]" A native calls to them, but Yoongi couldn't make out what they said. It took all his focus to stay above water. Even hearing other voices gave him the hope he needed to keep struggling to the rocky walls where he heard the voices.

Yoongi sees the two men reach out his hand to him so he pushed Hoseok towards them. "[Help.. help please?]" He pleaded, sighing with relief when the two men grabbed the younger rapper by the armpits, lifting him out and carrying him to the flat surface. The older man instantly starts CPR, the other offering his hand to Yoongi.

Yoongi grabs it with both hands, the man effortlessly lifting him out of the water, his feet slipping on the rocks. "[Woah, woah i got you.]" The man gets a grip on Yoongi's arms, getting him out."What are you two doing jumping off that cliff when it's only 56 out? Are you two crazy?]"

Yoongi didn't answer,scrambling to Hoseok's eerily still body, the man pushing on his abdomen. "[My brother.. be okay?]"

"[My brothers doing the best he can.. you need to strip down before you catch your death.]" The younger man who pulled Yoongi up starts stripping the wet shirt that clung to his body, stripping off his jacket to put on Yoongi.

"Hoba..Hobi please wake up..please be okay.." Yoongi's eyes filled with tears as his rescuer tries towel drying his hair, fear catching in his throat as he watches helplessly as the man forced air into Hoseok's lungs.

Yoongi takes Hoseok's hand in his, squeezing it. I should've kept a closer eye on him. I should've known it wasn't natural for him to be so quiet even while fishing. I should've sent him to camp to rest.. then this wouldn't have happened..

"[Woah, kid you're hyperventilating. You gotta calm down..fainting won't help your brother.]" The man pats Yoongi's back, trying to soothe him,but Yoongi's focus was only on Hoseok, not caring about his own well being.

"Hoba breathe..please.." Yoongi's voice comes out as a desperate plea, tears filling the corners of his eyes.

Hoseok started coughing up mouthfuls of water, the man turning him to his side to prevent him from choking.

"Oh thank God. He's breathing.." The man says breathlessly, shoulders slumping.

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"Yo..yoon..Yoongi..where.." Hoseok bolts up, coughing up more mouthfuls of water, frantically looking around for him.

"I'm here Hoba.." Yoongi says in a choked whisper, hugging him to his chest."Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"I swallowed.. so much lake..water..and I'm ex..exhausted.." Hoseok coughs out the words. "But I'm f..fine Hyung.."

"I thought I wouldn't.. be able to pull you out.. I was so scared..if they didn't hear me..." Yoongi whispers, sniffling, heart tightening at the thought. "I'm so..sorry I dropped you.."

"Its..it's okay..you.." Hoseok tried to talk, but ended up coughing up more water, his body shaking with the force of it.

"Don't talk Hoba.. here.. you're freezing.." Yoongi hugs him from behind, trying to warm him by wrapping him in the large jacket he was wearing.

"[Are you two here alone?]" The older man asks. "[Do you have family or friends?]

"[No. No.. the uhm..]" Yoongi tried to think of the words, but he was too tired to think. "[Five..five..by water..]"

"[You two go with my brother to our campsite, I'll go find your friends. What's your names? I'm Derek and this is my brother Darryl.]"

"[My name... my name is Yoongi..this is Hoseok..]" Yoongi answers, his heart sinking when he feels J-hope coughing again.

"[Not to be rude but, uhm..are they Asian too?]" Derek asks, cheeks tinting pink.

Yoongi nods,searching for his phone to show a photo, remembering he left his phone on the cliff in his jacket pocket. "[See..see phone?]"

"[Huh? Uh sure..]" Derek digs out his phone.

Yoongi types in BTS, pulling up a group photo of the group. "[Here..with them..]"

"[What?! I just yanked two BTS members from the lake?!]"

"[Hey you two! You're BTS members right?]" Derek asks Jungkook and Namjoon, reading their expessions that he guessed correct. "[I'm not trying to be creepy or anything, I was just looking for you because my brother and I saved two of you from drowning..]"

"[What? Drowning? What did they look like?]" Namjoon replies with widened eyes. "[Did you get their names?]"

Jungkook looks at Namjoon with concern when he sees him jump up to his feet. "What? What did he say?"

"[Yoo..ngi? and don't remember the other one.. sorry..]" Derek blushes in embarrassment, scratching the back of his neck.

"[It's okay. Are they okay?]" Namjoon didn't know if he could trust them, cautiously asking to see what his response would be.

"The other one, the taller one with brown hair ain't doing so good. My brother had to carry him because he was too weak, and the blonde one was holding his shoulder as we walked. I think he popped it out of place or something..]"

Hobi only just dyed his hair brown two days ago and didn't take any photos of it, and those two were together. His shirts also soaked..

"[Please take me to them.]" Namjoon says quickly, believing the man, packing up their belongings, feeling Jungkook pulling on him."Yoongi and Hobi fell in the water, and he saved them.. he's offering to take us to them." He explains to the concerned mankae.

"What? Are they okay?"Jungkook asks looking at him with his big doe eyes sparking with fear.

"I don't know. Call the others, I need to talk to him." Namjoon turns to Derek. "[I'm sorry his English isn't good, I had to explain.]"

"[No, it's okay. I'm just grateful you know English so well. My brother and I were going to the lake to do some fishing when we heard someone calling for help, so we started running towards the water...]" Derek explains how him and his brother pulled the other two rapline members from the water and how Hoseok had lost consciousness for a bit while they briskly walked through the woods where Derek and his brother set up camp.

They run when they hear Hoseok coughing, using the sound to lead them the rest of the way.

"Yoongi-yah! Hobi-hyung!" Jungkook called when he saw the bright red tent.

"[Your friends are coming. That's great news. They can get you some dry clothes..]" Darryl gently shakes Yoongi, awake. "[Wake up bud.]"

"[Friends..?]" Yoongi picks up his head sleepily, cuddled underneath a blanket in front of a heater with J-hope coughing on his chest. He looks around, noticing the tent unzipping, Namjoon and Jungkook rushing to his side.

"Jungkook-ah..Namjoon-ah.." his eyes brightened to see his teammates. "You found me.."

"Are you okay?" Jungkook asks, watching Yoongi wince when he gently moves J-hope off his chest.

"I'm fine, my shoulder just hurts..Hoba though.. he must've swallowed too much water.. he won't stop coughing. We need to get him to a hospital..." Yoongi's voice is still thick with guilt.

"No..no hospital. I'm fine.." Hoseok sits up. "I'll be fine after a good night's rest. I don't want to ruin.." J-hope stops mid-sentence, a wheezing cough interrupting him.

"No, you're not okay." Namjoon looks directly into Hoseok's eyes, his lips tightly pressed together as he looks over his friend. "You're struggling to breathe and your eyes aren't even focusing on me.."

"I'm just-"

"Don't lie to me, Hoseok-ah. I don't want your excuses." Namjoon speaks in a cold tone, coming out harsher than he intended, feeling his stomach drop when Hoseok flinched. "Ah..I'm sorry.. I didn't mean it to come out like that. You just scared the Hell out of me.."

"I'm sorry Joon..you're right..i..I just don't want to ruin the trip.. Everyone was so exci...excited.." Hoseok looks down, unable to meet Namjoon's eyes. Not when they were widened with fear and glistened with unshed tears.

"I don't care about camping anymore." Jungkook sniffles, fighting back his own emotions."I care about you getting better."

"I'll be okay Jungkook-ah..I'm just waterlogged and a little cold.."

"Where are the others?" Yoongi tries to change the subject, not wanting to talk about it.

"I was supposed to call Jin back when I got here!" Jungkook starts pulling out his phone, leaving the tent. "[Thank you for helping..]" He quickly bows to the brothers sitting outside.

"Jungkook-ah how's Yoongi and Hobi?" Jin gets right to the point. "Where are you?"

"Yoongi-hyung.. looks like he's in pain, and Hobi-hyung sounds like he caught.. pneumonia already, he keeps coughing.." Jungkook says, trying to keep his voice steady by taking deep breaths in between. "There's a pair of brothers who took ..them to th-their tent to warm up. Derek-sii said they could..stay the night if needed, or they'd help us c-carry them to our campsite."

"I'll call staff to see when they can get us. Meet me at the docks in twenty minutes?"

(Part two is coming in a few days. I'm cutting this here. I added way too much fluff, but I like it 🥺)

Edit: it's finished!

#bts sickfic #bts boys #bts fanfic #bts #bts sickie #bts taehyung #bts namjoon #bts jhope #bts jungkook #bts jimin #bts yoongi #bts jin #sick!hoseok #sick!hobi

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Gonna be honest, I didn’t proofread this because my hands are pretty shaky rn as is so I’ll edit it if it’s bad

But @local-squishmallow I have your prison sequel ready : )

Content warnings: soft, safe, g/t vore, character terrified, character believing he is going to die, mentions of torture and description of panic attacks.

Tread lightly, but know it gets fluffy at the end : )

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George felt better, now that he actually had something in his system. It wasn’t perfect, but it would be enough for now. Surely Sapnap would come back to get him more food- The small being in his hand fidgeted straight out of it, tumbling to the mattress. Right, and now he had to worry about that as well. “Where are you going, Dream?” “I-“ the blonde stiffened in fear, turning back to the other as to not seem disobedient. “I was going to-to get you more food.” “I don’t think you’ll make it down the stairs. Just stay here for now, Sapnap will come back and make something.”

Trembling harshly, he forced himself back to the brunette’s side, stepping out of the way as he laid down. “I think we both just need to sleep, really.” He scooped the shrunken man up, frowning at the intense shivers wracking his form, and cupping him to his chest. He was a little too tired to worry about the other’s emotions, figuring he’d do damage control later on.

When he woke up, Dream was sleeping, finally relaxing for the first time since he’d been caught. He wasn’t going to wake him up, of course. He didn’t want to deal with the fearful reactions he’d no doubt have when awake; He still had quite a bit of recovering to do himself, and he didn’t have it in him to take on more emotional baggage when he still felt weak and starving. Keeping the tiny admin to his chest, he got up and carefully made his way to the kitchen to make something to eat.

Dream began to stir as George finished reheating a bowl of rabbit stew, eyes snapping open and tensing up as he was gently placed on the table. The bowl was set a little ways away, the human holding two spoons. “I- I could have gotten you something if you were hungry..” He gripped one of his arms tightly, trying to pull himself together. If they wanted him dead, he’d already be dead. He had to keep reminding himself of that. They weren’t Quackity, they weren’t torturing him or drawing it out. It didn’t stop the shivers wracking his form, or his heart hammering painfully against his sore rib cage.

“Rabbit stew isn’t hard to make. Besides, it’s leftovers. I think Tina made it.” Dipping a spoon into the bowl, he gathered a generous amount of the stew before pulling it back out and setting it in front of Dream. The shrunken admin scrambled back, eyes wide as he stared down at the spilt broth. “What-“ “You need to eat too. Obviously you were starving.” Dream flinched harshly at the comment, sitting where he was and dipping his head down. With a sigh, George carefully nudged the spoon closer to the man. “It’s not poisoned, or whatever you’re thinking. Look.” He dipped his own spoon into the bowl, scooping up a similar amount he’d given Dream before popping it into his mouth.

“See? Not poisonous. I'd be taking damage if it was.” With that being said, he continued to eat, taking his attention off of the other. He knew Dream wouldn’t run. It didn’t stop the speedrunner from running through his head, however. The small form in front of him was Dream, through and through, but at the same time it wasn’t. This wasn’t his friend. This wasn’t the man who he’d joked around and playfully fought with. This wasn’t the man who had put him on the throne and then removed him without hesitation. This wasn’t the fearless, determined Dream he remembered. And it bothered him greatly.

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Slowly, very very slowly, but surely, Dream was coming back to him. He stopped teasing the blonde, only asking necessary questions to keep him calm. He let Dream make the first, shaky, nervous jab, and he made sure not to react badly to it. The relief he felt from watching Dream’s shoulders drop so abruptly was almost euphoric, and he was sure to text Sapnap about the progress he made. He didn’t know how the fireborn felt about the other, his expression and movements unreadable every time he visited. He knew it intimidated Dream, and it was likely the point, but it didn’t make George feel any better about it.

After that initial jab, Dream loosened up significantly, and within a week it was like before. Granted, Dream was still tiny, and George still carried him to and from places and ensured he stayed hidden, but the two were on better terms. At least he wasn’t shying away anymore. He’d even started hanging out with George while he cooked, granted a little ways away from the stove.

At least, until it all came to an abrupt end. The two were laughing, Dream moving to lean against the mug beside him to catch his breath before yelping in surprise as the mug slid right off the counter, almost taking him with it. Collapsing onto the counter, he froze completely as the ceramic dish shattered on the floor, George backing up out of instinct. “Oh, shoot.” He mumbled, turning away to find a broom to sweep it up.

Dream stared at the shattered mug, eyes clouding over with fear. He’d messed up. He stepped out of line, he ruined everything, Sapnap was gonna kill him- he could only watch as George returned, sweeping up the broken pieces and tossing them in the trash. He hadn’t noticed how Dream had not gotten back up until he put the broom and dustpan away, deciding it would be safer to go hang out in the living room until the bread was done baking.

He recoiled harshly at the offered hand, and it was only then that he noticed how the blonde was acting off. “Dream..? What’s going on?” Don’t answer, don’t make it worse on yourself- “Dream!?” George was worrying, the tiny man’s chest was heaving as he hyperventilated, and his mouth was twisted shut, likely to keep anything from escaping. Trying to get a closer look at him made him recoil again, and this time he noticed the glazed over, fearful look in his eyes.

“Oh...” He brought his hands up, wincing when the other flinched, carefully scooping him into the middle of both palms. “Shh, Dream. You’re okay. It’s okay..” he kept his hands as steady as possible as he moved them to the living room, sitting on the sofa and bringing him to his chest as he moved the fearful tiny to only one hand. His other hand fumbled to get his communicator, sending a quick message to Sapnap before shutting it off and tossing it away.

“Dream, you gotta breathe, okay? Breathe with me.” He ran his thumb up and down the tiny admin’s back, trying to sooth him. “Please..” he whimpered, and George froze. “Please what, Dream?” “Please make it quick-“ he failed to choke back a sob, and that had dissolved the last of his resolve. He sobbed fearfully into the brunette’s shirt, barely pulling in a breath before another cry jerked his chest.

Sapnap had quietly entered, closing the door with barely a click and heading straight towards the sofa. “What’s going on?” “I don’t know, we were just hanging out in the kitchen and then he just started panicking. I mean, a mug fell, maybe the noise scared him?” The fireborn frowned, reaching out to take the shrunken man from him, but pulled back harshly when Dream shrieked. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please, I’ll do better, it won't happen again, please-“ “Dream, what are you talking about?” Sapnap’s voice stayed calm, quiet, like how he remembers him speaking to Karl when he was having memory problems.

“Please don’t hurt me..” George winced, and Sapnap’s frown grew larger at the comment. “Dream, tell me what happened.” The brunette went to mention that the blonde had only started shaking worse at the demand, but Dream had beaten him to speaking. “We- we were making bread, and George put it in the oven, and we were laughing about something, and then I-I tried to lean against a cup and it fell and I ruined it, I just don’t want to die I’m sorry-“ “Dream, take a deep breath in.”

He didn’t speak again until Dream had managed to do so. “Alright, breathe out.” He waited until the other let out a shuddery breath, then repeated the process. George counted up to fifteen times before Sapnap felt confident enough to stop, Dream breathing normally on his own. “Right, so you accidentally knocked a mug over. Why would you think we’d kill you for that?” “You said.. you said if I messed up you’d kill me.” The fireborn’s brow quirked at the sentence, sadness clouding his eyes. “Yeah? I also said I’d kill you if you escaped. Has it happened?” “No, but-“ “I’m not gonna kill you over an accident.” “He would have..” he whimpered, ducking away when Sapnap blinked. “Who?” “Q-Quackity..”

As if the mere mention of the man summoned him, there was a knock at the door. Carefully passing Dream back to George, Sapnap went to answer it, keeping his expression blank when he came face to face with his ex-fiancé as it opened. “Sapnap.” “Quackity.” He could hear George get up, walking towards the stairs. “What brings you two here?” “Looking for Dream still. What else?” “Geez, it’s like your whole life revolves around him now.” He tried to joke, but the look souring on the avian’s face told him it didn’t land. “Even if it did, whose fault would that be?” And then the man was trying to push past him, and he put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back a step.

“Let me at least tell George you’re here, he doesn’t do well with surprise visits, especially since he’s sick.” Quackity’s eye narrowed, but he relented. “One minute, Sapnap.” He nodded and closed the door in the duo’s faces, making a beeline to the stairs and up to George’s room. He found the two huddled under the covers of his bed, looking up at him with fear before recognizing him. “We need to hide him.” George whispered. “No time.” Sapnap whispered back, carefully pulling the shrunken man out of the brunette’s grasp. A confused look met him, but he shook his head. “Trust me.”

And then he popped the other in his mouth and George shot up like a bullet, intent on stopping him but the front door opened and he groaned, looking at the fireborn warily. When he held his hands up in a placating matter, nothing but concern in his eyes, he relented, leaving the room to go confront the others. Sapnap swallowed, deeming the other slick enough with his panicked movements, before joining them downstairs. He had to ignore the pangs in his heart while the other simply sobbed, not even trying to fight back.

He wasn’t in his stomach. Sapnap had a different anatomy than his human friends, and even if Dream had been safe in George’s stomach he wasn’t gonna risk it. He put the other in his storage pouch, a second hollow organ just to the side of his stomach. Dream was small enough that he would be completely unnoticeable.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he stayed at the edge of the living room, watching the tension between George and Quackity for a moment. The two were close enough to be in each other’s faces, throwing insults back and forth. Sam noticed Sapnap first, and gave Quackity a nudge. Quackity turned his glare to him, then to where Sam nodded at, before turning back to George with a huff. “If you’re not hiding him, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” Without a word more, he entered the house more, beginning his search. Sam awkwardly joined, and George went to Sapnap’s side and threw his head against his shoulder. Before the fireborn could get a quip in about what he’d walked into, the brunette growled into his shirt. “If he isn’t safe, I swear to prime Sapnap-“ Resting his head atop George’s, he whispered back. “He is.” The tension oozed out of the Brit, and it took a lot to keep his tense and annoyed look up as the prison guards brushed past them to search the rest of his house.

“How are you certain?” “Wait until they leave.” Sapnap didn’t raise his voice above a whisper, even though the duo that had broken in had already finished climbing the stairs. “What makes them think he’s here anyway?” He then raised his voice, trying to make it seem like they were simply complaining and not scheming for being too quiet. “It’s me, Sapnap. What do you think?” “Maybe if you didn’t flirt with him so often-“ “Oh, fuck off with that, Sap. I don’t wanna hear it right now.” The anger seemed genuine, so Sapnap relented with a soft apology. A smile graced the brunette’s face. “Just playing along.” He whispered back.

Sapnap was going to say something more, but was abruptly cut off by a shout from upstairs. “That little shit!” Before either of them could do anything, worried they’d seen something of the shrunken man’s, Quackity stormed past them and out of the house, Sam in tow with a determined look in his eye. The two could only stare at the ajar door for a moment, shock settling in. Finally, George snapped out of it, moving to close the door. “Dream?” Sapnap asked, moving a hand to his stomach and gently pressing in. “I.. sent them a text. Told them I could see them through George’s window.” He smirked at the response. “Good thinking. You ready to come up?” “I guess.. I’m just-“ he cut himself off, thinking how to phrase his question.

“Just..?” He prompted the other. “Are.. you okay? Your stomach hasn’t done anything since you ate me. I thought,” he laughed bitterly, tears falling once more. “I thought you were trying to kill me.” “Sorry, Dream. I wasn’t gonna hurt you, I just didn’t have time to explain. They were at the door and already pushing into the house, we had to be fast or you were gonna get found.” “Right, but is your stomach okay?” “My stomach’s fine. You’re not in my stomach.”

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” George was in disbelief, and Sapnap smiled. “Let me bring Dream up, and I’ll explain.”

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With Dream wrapped up in a soft washcloth after being rinsed off, the trio returned to the couch. “So, I’m not human. You guys already know that.” “Yeah?” Dream looked over the hands cradling him, nodding at the fireborn. “My biology’s different from humans, it’s better suited for the nether. Me and Bad both. So we have this pouch that we can store stuff in. Bad used to use it for me when we still lived in the nether, but most people use it to keep their treasure from melting.”

“And it’s.. safe?” “Attached to airways, closed off from everything else, except my throat.” Sapnap shrugged. “I know it’s weird, and I didn’t mean to scare you guys that bad. But..” his eyes trailed back to the door.

“I don’t know what Quackity’s done to you, Dream. Just based on your reaction to the mug earlier, I can tell it was bad. Besides,” he chuckled humorously. “I couldn’t kill you even if I wanted to. Which I don’t. It’s not like you can do much damage like this, and we still don’t know how it happened.” “Oh. I, uh, did this. I messed with my code, I just had to get out of there, I was so sure he was going to kill me that last time and-“ His breathing had begun to stutter, a small tremble rising back up in the shrunken form.

“It’s okay, Dream. I’m not gonna let him get you again.” “You mean we, George.” Sapnap reached a hand out, keeping it distant from the smaller but close enough that he could see the intention. “But.. he’s your fiancé..” “He ditched us. Well, I guess he didn’t mean to, but he and Karl got into it pretty bad. He hasn’t been the same since El Rapids, honestly.” He sighed. “Oh.. I’m sorry, Sap.” The fireborn simply shrugged. “Nothing I can do about it now. My home’s here, and whatever he’s done to you makes me wonder what all he’s been up to anyway. Clearly, it can’t be good.”

“What do you mean, you can’t kill me?” Dream’s brows had furrowed, the sentence lingering on his mind. “I.. don’t think I can answer that. Not without getting smited or something.” “Oh..” “And like I said earlier, that was if I wanted to. I don’t wanna kill you, Dream. You did some fucked up shit, yea, but you’re still my friend. Plus, I trust you’ve probably learned your lesson..” he grimaced as he said it, and Dream nodded grimly. “More than enough, yea. It’s not like I was gonna leave the kid dead anyway, there was a reason I was keeping the revival book. Besides, I don’t wanna be anywhere near him. Not at normal height, if I can even undo this code change, and absolutely not at this size.”

“That’s a fair point.” George mused, gently brushing the blonde’s hair with a finger. “He can’t do much if there’s nothing for him to fight against. He’ll keep bothering people, but I think the rest of us know not to react cause that’s what he wants.” “Easy for you to say, it’s not your world that was getting messed up or your friends- never mind.” “What? Dream, what were you gonna say?” George prompted, but gently, and kept his movements going to show he wasn’t bothered, just curious.

“I.. was just gonna say it wasn’t your friends getting tormented by that little gremlin but that’s kinda silly to say.” Dream looked down sheepishly. “Since a lot of them are your friends.” “That’s fair, but you also have a point. I’m not an admin, I can’t control anything that happens in this world. I can only imagine how stressed that makes you, you’re the only one.. aren’t you?” “There’s not many others, I think.. maybe two.” “Then, yea. You’re essentially running the world yourself, of course you’re gonna get bothered if someone starts messing with it.”

“Wait.” Sapnap interrupted the conversation, mind stuck on the ‘if’ Dream had mentioned. “You don’t know if you can undo this?” “I don’t. I’ve never done anything like this before, Sapnap.” The implication of that sunk in heavily, and a feeling akin to dread crept up his spine. Dream could be stuck tiny forever. He was already at risk, but it morphed to danger as soon as he’d shrunk. And he could be in danger for the rest of his life. George had a similar look in his eyes, and his hands only tightened around the other.

“Then we’ll make the most of it.” He looked at Sapnap, and the worry in his eyes steeled his resolve. “We will. We’ll do our best to get you back to your normal size, but if we can’t, then we’re not gonna let it stop us from having fun.”

He grinned down at the smaller man, determination flooding his body at the hesitant, hopeful grin he got back from the smaller man. “We’re gonna make the most of it.”

Small bonus:

Dream was shivering when Sapnap woke up, the brunette beside him still dead asleep. “Dream?” He whispered carefully. “Sorry, I’m freezing…” he answered softly, tiredly. The fireborn frowned. It was pretty cold outside, with it being winter. He gently scooped the other up, bringing him up towards his neck. “Is that better?” “A little.. thank you.” With a soft smile, Sapnap had started to drift back to sleep, only to be stirred awake once more by a small voice.

“It’d be a lot warmer in his pouch..” It was obviously not meant for him to hear, more so just Dream mumbling to himself, but it didn’t go unheard. “We can do that if you want. Don’t wanna scare you again though.” Dream flinched, sitting back up. “Sorry, I didn’t mean-“ “I sleep lightly, Dream. It’s okay.” He didn’t say anything more, letting the smaller man think about the offer. “Well.. it’s not like I don’t know it’s safe..” the fireborn hummed softly. “I’d like a definite answer, though. I don’t want to scare you.” Dream didn’t think about it for much longer. “Yeah. We can do that if you’re okay with it.”

It did not take long once he had permission, and only moments after was Dream settled down in his pouch, the faint earthy taste lingering on the back of Sapnap’s tongue as he settled back down with a content sigh. They’d have to tell George what happened, but if Dream was okay with this arrangement, Sapnap couldn’t help but be eager to do it again.

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