#or else I will be last in the crowd and get eaten by zombies

[helloenee]

it’s so messed up that I need to do cardio so I’m not dying when I do more cardio

#when does this cycle stop #TTTTT #cardio is a weakness I must conquer 🥲 #or else I will be last in the crowd and get eaten by zombies

[mae-gi-writes]

From Now On | Kevin (The Boyz)

You break down with Kevin when a loved one passes away.

Genre: angst, fluff, sad, mention of death, Kevin moon is an angel 

A/N: for a very special soul. <3 I love you. Stay strong. 

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Numb. Empty. Void.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” 

“My sympathies.” 

“She was an amazing woman.” 

A hand on your shoulder. You don’t bother looking up, “I can’t imagine how hard it must be.” 

No, you think to yourself. You can’t. Because right now, I am walking through hell. 

There is an abundance of hushed murmurs that fill the room where your mother lays in her casket, looking so ethereally beautiful and serene with her eyes closed and a tinted pink flush scattered over her cheeks. But that’s all a lie, for you know exactly without looking too closely that her chest isn’t rising and falling as its supposed to be. 

“Y/N,” another hand on your shoulder, though this time you recognize the sadness etched in your older brother’s tone. Turning to see Hyunjae’s composed features, what gives him away is the puffiness of his eyes, the scarlet tint to his nose. 

Almost instinctively, your hand reaches out to grasp his arm. A reminder that you are here, with him. Next to him. 

“I can’t find the sandwiches,” he croaks out in the shell of your ear, quiet enough so that no one can hear, “could you help me find them? I think the guests--” 

At this point you can already feel his voice choke up and trip over itself. You squeeze his arm in a gentle manner, “I got it,” you send him what hopes is a sweet smile, though it can hardly pull up your cheeks, before slipping away intot the kitchen. 

It’s impossible to navigate through the swarm of bodies currently littering the corridors. You maneuver yourself to the best of your ability but soon get yourself trapped between a few older women who claim to be your mother’s old classmates, which does not help the tide of pain wrenching through your chest and practically snapping your heartstrings in two every single time the reminder echoes through your mind. 

“She was such a dear! So talented! You look just like her you know,” one of the ladies say with overzealous flair and with tears dotting her eyes. It makes you feel sick, though you manage to plaster a shaky smile.

“It’s sad that I didn’t even get to say goodbye to her,” another sniffled into her tissue. 

“It must be ten times worse for you, Y/N,” they throw you a bunch of watery-eyed gazes and it takes all of your self-control not to scream in their faces to leave you the fuck alone.

You take a step away, “Sorry, I’m just really busy. I’ll talk to you guys later--”

“But wait Y/N, we want to know more,” one of them cry out. 

The other tugs onto your arm, “we can’t believe it happened. And she was so young too.” 

Your brain is screaming at you to run away. To hide. Anything to stop the slow pain spreading through your limbs and causing you to freeze up, your heart clenching and your lungs squeezing so hard through your chest. It’s hard to breathe. Like drowning underwater. Ears blocked and through raw.

You don’t realize that you’ve stumbled back a few steps their arms pull you forward. The women keep on talking over you in hurried sopranos, their voices bouncing around in your skull and causing your head to pound. 

It’s too hard. It’s too much. The memory of your mother’s face surges up through you. The way she died, unfairly, too young. Tears gather before you know it and you can’t breathe and can’t breathe can’t breathe --

“Sorry, I’ll have to steal Y/N for a bit.” 

A hand clamps down on your shoulder, pulls you away. The voices fall away and you take this moment to focus yourself on the warmth of the hand gently holding on to you as its owner steers you away until you are clearly out in the terrace.

It is only then that you manage to let out a shaky exhale. Your headache clears, just a little bit.

And it is only when he speaks that your eyes slide up to the said voice in question.

Kevin gazes down at you wordlessly, maroon orbs soft in the dim afternoon light. 

“Hey, you okay?”

Gratefulness rushes to your heart, just as your eyes fill with unexpected tears. 

You burst into sobs. 

It takes only a second for Kevin’s arms to wrap around your shoulders before he tugs you over to his chest, and as you bawl your eyes out at the unfairness of the world that you can’t even say goodbye to that one person who’s been present from the moment you were born, your hands find purchase onto his shirt if only in a pathetic attempt to stop yourself from getting overwhelmed by the amount of emotion that rips through your throat in the form of hoarse whimpers. 

“Shh,” Kevin mumbles a bunch of sweet nothings in your ear and though you loathe the fake sympathy that comes with a crowd that barely knows you and much less what you are currently going through, you can’t find the energy to push your boyfriend away.

After all, you do trust him more than yourself. For once, you allow your walls to come down. 

You cry and cry and cry. 

You cry, until there seems to be nothing left of your tears, until your tear ducts have dried out and until your entire body seems to be shaking with barely restrained tiredness. 

And through it all, Kevin holds on to you. He holds on like he’s never planning to let go, and your hands clench a little tighter, you hold him a little closer. 

A while later, after almost all guests have vacated your house and after you’ve managed to nod at Hyunjae when asked whether you’re doing okay, you manage to retreat to your room with Kevin in tow, his hand holding onto yours and providing you with a warmth that brings you comfort. 

He sits beside you on your bed as you both watch the sun set in the distance, pinkish hues dominating the sky and painting it in various shades of golden orange and red.

It’s beautiful and yet saddening at the same time to see the first day go by without your mother’s gentle voice floating from the kitchen. The emptiness lingers in the air, a void that mimics the hole in your heart. 

I miss you.

More tears slowly well up at the corner of your eyes and you quickly wipe them away adamantly. You’ve cried enough these past few hours. Enough is enough.

I’m sorry I never told you how much I loved you.

Kevin’s thumb rubs comforting circles over the back of your knuckles. In the silence, you allow yourself to bask in his presence. 

That is really all you need for now. Nothing more. Nothing else.

Just time. Time to heal. Time to suffer. Time to just exist until the pain ebbs away.

I’m sorry I took you for granted.

“Y/N,” Kevin’s soft murmur reaches your ears, “you want to talk about it?” 

You shake your head before biting your lip so hard you taste blood.

“Okay,” he mumbles. That’s when he beckons you into his arms, an embrace that you gladly accept as you crawl into his lap and curl up -- head pressed against the crook of his neck and hands held close to your chest -- as his head comes to a rest atop yours, but not before pressing a gentle peck to your forehead. 

“You know,” his words are muffled against your temple, lips moving against your skin with lingering warmth, “you don’t have to hold it in with me right? I don’t--I care about you. I don’t want you thinking that I can’t handle it. Because that’s what I’m here for.” 

God. This man. A sob almost crawls out of your throat. So you nod, grip his shirt a little tighter. His scent washes over you, a mixture of pine and a dash of coffee mixed in with a boyish smell that comes from his deodorant. 

 It makes you feel at home. At ease. At least with Kevin, there’s no playing pretend.

You’re unsure whether you fell asleep in his embrace, but before you know it your eyes are drowsily fluttering open to meet Kevin’s back. You go to call out his name, only for the smell of fried food hitting your nostrils and turning your head to catch sight of the plate of untouched food by your nightstand, your heart can’t help but melt a little at his thoughtfulness. 

Noticing your movement, the said young man turns before smiling down at you softly, “hey,” he murmurs gently, practically throwing his phone on the other side of the bed and crawling over to where you lie, “you hungry? I brought food. Or rather, Hyunjae did.” 

You know you should eat. God knows when was the last time you’d eaten. But the thought causes your stomach to churn slightly and you shake your head.

“But Hyunjae brought your favourite: meat buns,” Kevin pouts ever so slightly, and pairing that with the slight rumble of your stomach makes you cave in. 

So you nod and he grins back at you, quickly scrambling to your bedside so that he can feed you before you can even protest. You find you don’t have the energy to, only watching him peel off the wrapper and break it into small, bite-sized pieces. 

“Ah,” he holds one out to you and you accept it begrudgingly. You’ve never been too fond of being taken care of. But at this precise moment, you can’t find it in yourself to argue, especially since Kevin has been nothing but your pillar of support throughout the last few hours. How you would’ve managed without him, you don’t even know yourself. 

As he feeds you the rest of the bun, he talks aimlessly about the food vlog on youtube that he’s just binge-watched and how he wishes to visit New York someday to be able to try out all these fancy street foods that keep haunting his dreams. Somewhere along the line, you realize that it’s a little easier to swallow, a little easier to smile up at your doting boyfriend talking animatedly while swinging his arms around. He always does that whenever he gets overexcited. 

Right now, he’s moved on to talking about safe driving on roads implemented by AI technology, “seriously though, it’s kind of scary how technology can do everything these days. At this point we’re not going to  have a zombie apocalypse but rather a robot apocalypse. Can you imagine?” 

“Then they’d be easier to kill, wouldn’t they?” you mumble out, and while it is soft and barely coherent, Kevin’s ears perk up at your participation. That’s probably the first word that falls from your mouth ever since you woke up.

“I guess so, unless they’re already programmed with a hundred of ninja combat moves or something,” he shrugs, moves a little closer to wipe off a few bits of flour stuck to the corner of your lips, “maybe they can even google search it and analyze movements within seconds,” he shudders at the thought, “ooh, scary.” 

“Kevin?” 

“Hm?” his eyes peer into yours, coffee-coloured orbs swirling with naked affection, hand pushing away a stray strand from your face. 

When you speak next, you feel a sob catching in the back of your throat, “thank you,” you swallow hard, “for everything.” 

It happens all too fast. The way Kevin’s arms reach out to swallow you up once more in a bone-crushing hug that leaves you breathless, his lips permanently pressed to your forehead before he nuzzles his nose into your cheek. 

“You don’t have to say thank you,” he murmurs in-between the smallest of pecks he litters across your cheekbone, “that’s what I’m here for.” 

The familiar sting of tears cause your eyes to grow glossy, but this time it’s almost as if your own heart feels a little lighter, a little less burdened. Sleeping had done you some good, and eating had appeased the swelling ache in your stomach.

But Kevin. Kevin had definitely patched up a band-aid over your heart. 

"I know it’s going to be hard, these few months to come,” Kevin continues in a gentle murmur, “but from now on, if you feel like you cant handle it, you have me.” 

Your murmur out a soft agreement, but that doesn’t seem to cut it, for Kevin’s fingers clasp your jaw to tilt it upwards. Your eyes slide to his, intense and persistent. 

“Y/N, I got you. Okay?” 

“Yeah,” you mumble. 

He keeps on watching you for a few more silent seconds. Satisfied then, he pulls you back against him, tucking your face into the crook of his neck once more and placing a chaste kiss right upon your left eyelid, then right eyelid. Then down to peck your lips as your breath stutters out shakily. 

“I’ll be there.” 

It’s a promise. A promise for better days. And hugging him a little tighter, you can’t help but believe in the hope laced through Kevin’s words.

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Top 5 Best Executed Deaths

A few weeks ago, I did a list talking about the Top 5 Character Deaths That Made Me Side-Eye the Writers and I thought it was only fair that I talk about some of the character deaths that I thought were actually done well. So consider this like a companion to that list. 

Like I said in that T5F, this is TWDG, a game series all about people surviving in a world overrun by zombies. Naturally, characters are going to die. Some of these characters get pretty shitty deaths that only happened to fill a quota, some had effort and thought put into them and how they were going to effect the story and remaining characters. These are deaths that served their purpose, progressed the story, or are an understandable conclusion to a character’s arc. 

Do keep in mind that when I say that I enjoy the way these were done/handled/portrayed/whatever, this isn’t me taking joy outta watching these deaths play out. Hell, I kinda hate most of the deaths on this list, but just because I don’t want this character to die or I wish they stuck around longer doesn’t mean I can’t recognize when it’s executed well, y’know? 

5. Larry and the meat locker incident

So.... Larry’s an asshole, y’know? He made it on another T5F because he sucks. No one likes Larry. 

He treats Lee like garbage, treats his own daughter terribly, and is overall just a piece of shit. That being said, he played his role well. He did what he needed to do which was be a antagonistic character within the group who posed a threat to Lee by threatening to expose his past. He creates a lot of tension within the group, he puts all this pressure on Lilly, you can’t even attempt to show any kindness to him because he doesn’t care about anyone but himself and Lilly. 

That being said.... his death scene is pretty good. Y’know, you play through ep2 for the first time and you’ve just discovered that these people are cannibals and they have you locked in a fucking meat locker so they can butcher you later, and Larry is freakin’ the fuck out because he’s pissed. Lilly is sick in the corner, Kenny is desperately trying to find a way out because they have his family, and Clementine is terrified, and Lee is just waking up. 

You go over and try to calm Larry down because he’s pounding at the door and this dude.... this bastard has the gall to be like “Fuck you, you must really hate me! I’m plannin’ on bein’ around waaaaaay after you’re dead! I’ll be the one to put you down!”

Then he has a heart attack. 

And you’re stuck in this meat locker with him. You don’t know if he’s alive or not-- Kenny immediately deems him dead, Lilly is desperately trying to resuscitate him, and they’re both yelling at you. You gotta decide if you’re gonna help Lilly try to bring him back, or if you’re gonna help Kenny make sure he doesn’t turn. 

Not matter what you do, Kenny smashes Larry’s head in with a damn saltlick because I guess he missed the opening of the episode where they remind you that your actions have consequences. 

Larry’s death has lasting effects on your relationships with both Lilly and Kenny, though more so Kenny since no matter what, Lilly loses it a little and ends up murdering Carley/Doug and leaving the group. But boy, Kenny will never forget the time you didn’t wanna play hero with him and smash a guys head in right in front of his daughter. 

It’s a damn good scene, I gotta hand it to ‘em. I hate Larry and I can’t say I miss him, but I can definitely see both sides of the argument on what to do there. Plus it’s... I dunno, a creative death? and I kinda like that? No one else is out here getting their heads done in with a saltlick, y’know? 

Anyway, Larry sucks but his death? Well done. 

4.  Minerva and the tragic showdown on the bridge

Oh man, I really am digging my own grave with the Minnie crowd lately, huh? Ah well, I’m sure it’s fine. 

Listen...okay, look. I have a lot of feelings about the bridge scene. On one hand, I hate it. On the other hand, I kind of love it? 

Like, does it piss me off that Tenn dies here because I trust AJ? Yep. Do I still wish they had maybe put Lilly here so that she could actually do her job as a villain? Sure. Does it upset me that AJ ends up shooting his best friend in order to save Louis? Totally. Does it annoy me that Minerva just won’t fucking die even though I shot her and the walkers keep nom noming her? Absolutely. 

That being said, I can’t pretend that Minerva’s death isn’t pretty great.... which I know will upset the Minnie crowd who always talk about how it’s bullshit she died here and she deserved a redemption arc... but lemme explain. 

Looking at the game itself, the text and story progression, Minerva was never going to get that. She was never set up as someone we were gonna “fix” or as someone who would have a change of heart and switch to our side. From the moment we meet her, she’s too far gone. The delta have their claws sunk deep within her, they brainwashed her, forced her to murder her own sister, and she has completely given up. She never expresses any desire to go back to the school. Nope, the delta is her home now. Her family. And it’s tragic. She and Sophie proof of what would happen to the Ericson crew if the delta go ahold of them-- “which twin will you be?” y’know? 

She fucks us over instead of actually helping us, we escape, the boat explodes, but Minerva doesn’t go down with the boat. Nope, she makes it to land and well... she fucking loses it. She sees her delta family get taken out by walkers and she goes nuts with her gun and gets half of her face chewed off by a walker.

So yeah..... she’s dead. Almost. They try to act like we’re supposed to believe that she’s really dead after she gets surrounded by walkers and throws the grenade at Clementine and all that but c’mon.... unless I see a body or a walker version, I don’t believe shit. 

Which brings me to the bridge.... there’s a lot of dread building up to Minerva’s final appearance, and you just hear her singing the damn song and bringing a bunch of walkers with her. Not to mention that she already looks dead. She looks like a walker who can talk, and not gonna lie, I like it. It’s freaky and sad and fucked up and adds so much to her character at this point. I mean, she’s here to kill Tenn so that they can all be a family again. She’s smiling and relieved that she’s dying and boy she just can’t wait to take Tenn with her and it’s not great.

She’s here to die and to take someone down with her, and she’s not leaving until she does. Hell, if she can take Clementine out, that’s just a bonus at this point. 

ALSO can’t forget that if AJ does shoot and kill Tenn, Minerva is still alive as she’s being eaten by walkers and she looks so damn happy as she reaches out and says, “Yes, come with me...” 

Like..... it’s so fucked, and I hate that I love it. From a storytelling standpoint, it’s a fitting death to conclude Minerva’s character and it impacts everyone there in more ways than one. 

3. Duck and incredible emotional impact

Oh, Duck... poor, poor Duck. 

This one has stuck with me and I hate it. I was never one of those players who hated Duck from the beginning. It’s interesting to go back and see how people reacted to him in the first couple episodes because a lot of them didn’t like him. They found Duck to be annoying, loud, stupid, and would even wonder “yeesh, when can I kill this kid?” 

Which is yikes but not gonna get into that right now. 

But from my understanding, Telltale got wind of this and knowing they were gonna kill him off, were like “Okay, y’all dumb, so here--” and they added in that little segment with Detective Duck where he helps Lee figure out what’s been going on with the stole meds. It’s a cute scene where we get to hang out with Duck and he proves that he’s not stupid, he’s just... y’know, a child. 

Then the motor inn gets attacked, shit goes down after they escape, and it’s revealed that Duck was bitten. 

Oh man, let me tell you about emotional impact both on the characters and the player because wow. 

Duck’s death is slow, drawn out...and since it’s early in the series, there’s a lot of denial, mostly from Kenny. They find the train and Kenny fixates on it because to him, if he gets it working and they can just get away, Duck can recover. Duck isn’t like the others, he’s just a little sick and everyone is making a big fuss about it. 

Then you have Katjaa, who starts out in that denial stage but she moves into acceptance a lot quicker than Kenny does and well.... that might be because she made up her mind about what she was going to do, which that is a whole other layer of fucking despair to this situation. 

They also do something that I like with Kenny by adding that depth of him believing he had something like this coming after what happened at Hershel’s farm. Y’know, when he grabbed Duck and took off, leaving Shawn to die? Yeah that. 

He’s been so adamant about protecting his family to the point where he doesn’t have anything for the rest of the group, aside from Lee if he helps kill Larry. He did what he could to keep his wife and child safe and in the end, it didn’t matter. Duck still got bit, and now everything is shit. 

Then when you thought it couldn’t hurt even more, you find Katjaa dead in the woods and you still have to take care of Duck, whether you have Lee shoot him or have Kenny do it, or even just leave him to turn. Either way.... Duck’s death is just one big ol’ despairing oof.

It’s really good, guys. The music, dialogue, scenery, the pain....They really nailed Duck’s death in such an emotional way and it doesn’t just end there. This sticks with Kenny all the way through S2 and changes him as a character. It impacted Clementine and Lee greatly because this kickstarted Chuck telling them that Clem would end up just like Duck if things didn’t change. 

S1 just... knew how to kill off its characters... well, for the most part. 

2. Marlon and the death that had to happen whether we like it or not

Sigh.... okay. 

So... Marlon. Lemme tell you some things about Marlon’s death. 

First, I hate it. Nothing new there. If you know anything about me, you know that I am vocal in my desire for the Marlon redemption arc, for the “Marlon lives” AU’s and the “Marlon lives longer but dies differently” AU’s. I like Marlon as a character, I find him to be a fascinating character study. Ray Chase’s performance as Marlon brings so much personality and I love it.  So naturally, I wanted more of him in TFS. 

Here’s the thing. I may want all of those things, I may take a lot of joy from discussing these ideas with you guys and coming up with different scenarios,  theories, AU’s about him, and I’ll always be the first one to be like “I hate that Marlon dies in ep1, I wish AJ hadn’t shot him! Woulda liked for him to stick around longer!” 

But with the story TFS is trying to tell, Marlon has to die. AJ has to shoot him. I don’t like it, you don’t like it, no one likes it.... but that’s just how it is. 

Marlon is presented to us as this chill and genuine guy trying to keep his group safe and together. He feels the pressure of being responsible for all the lives in this school and that’s a lot to put on a teen growing up in the apocalypse. 

Then we learn that hey, the twins didn’t die. No, last year they ran into Abel and Marlon made a deal with him where he traded the twins in order to save himself, Brody, and the rest of the school. He wanted to plan a rescue mission, but he was too scared, so he and Brody kept it to themselves. They made up a story about the twins dying and moved on, but that continued to weigh down on them. 

Then Abel comes back, Brody freaks out, tells Clementine the truth, and Marlon hits her so hard that it kills her. 

And it gets worse. 

You go through the whole confrontation with Marlon trying to cover his ass and blame Clementine for Brody’s murder, he’s waving AJ’s gun around and threatening to shoot Clem while everyone is gathered around watching. It’s raining, it’s super dramatic and tense and I love it. 

In the end, Marlon gives up and he just wants to leave. Let him become a bad memory, he’ll never come back, just let him go. 

Then AJ shoots him in the head unprompted. He just.... he just does it and then wonders why everyone is looking at him like he’s a murder baby. 

Marlon’s death is crucial, not just to kickstart the plot but also for AJ’s character arc. His death affects everyone in that school. It makes Clementine question herself and if she’s raising AJ right, it breaks Louis’ heart, it pisses off Mitch, it sets Violet off on her bullshit. Everyone is hurting and confused because they don’t know what to do. Marlon is dead and AJ, this tiny toddler, was the one who pulled the trigger. 

From the beginning, we’re told that AJ is always listening, watching, and what we do will affect him for better or worse.... and maybe you don’t think much when you tell him to always aim for them head, but when he says exactly what you taught him after murdering Marlon...? Yeah, you’re sitting there like “Well, fuck.” 

But if this didn’t happen, if AJ didn’t kill Marlon, then.... there’s not a lot left. Sure the raiders are still coming, but AJ no longer has to go through what he has to or realize how much he hurt everyone. He’s no longer on that path that made him such an interesting and layered character. 

Sure, you coulda made him shoot someone else, but the fact that it was Marlon is what made it impactful.

Ugh, it’s good and I hate it. I hate it so much. 

1. Lee and the death that broke all our hearts

.......Just-

-y’know?

What else is there to say?

Well, alright, I’ll explain. 

We play as Lee in S1, we go on this whole journey with him and develop him as a character, establish relationships, and care for Clementine. He’s a great character. I did a list on why he’s great, too, if you wanna check that out but all you really need to know is that we all loved Lee.

Lee’s got a lot of baggage, given that he was on his way to prison for murdering the dude who was sleeping with his wife. But then the apocalypse happened and he got a second chance to do some good... or I guess bad? if you do a scumbag Lee run? 

Anyway-- no matter what, he cares for Clementine and it’s nice to see them bond over the course of the season... so when shit hits the fan and Clementine gets kidnapped by the Stranger, we’re just as upset as Lee is.

Then Lee gets bit.... and we realize that even though he’s our playable protagonist, he was never safe either. He gets bit and I can still remember the feeling of like... a bowling ball dropping in my stomach and my heart hurting because no... no, no, not Lee. I basically became Kenny like “No, he’s different! Lee isn’t gonna die! Being bit doesn’t mean death!” and while that is technically true.... had to face it: Lee’s going to die by the end of the season. 

Ep5 of S1 is a whole journey... We’re dealing with trying to save Clementine while seeing Lee get worse and worse-- he’s passing out, he’s growing paler and slower and it’s hard to watch. You maybe get a little bit of hope if you decide to cut his arm off, but that’s just... it’s too late for that. 

Not only is he fighting this, but then you got Ben who gets impaled and Kenny “dies” putting him outta his misery and Lee’s powerless to do anything. So great, that sucks. 

But at least he’s got Christa and Omid.... until they get separated at the Marsh House and Lee’s gotta get through a herd of them by himself. 

This slow burn is so good. His condition gets progressively worse but he’s so determined to get to Clem that it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t have time to think about what is inevitably going to happen to him, even if the player does. 

And just.... the final scene... y’know, the actual death scene? 

It’s so good. It’s a beautiful, emotional punch in the face. Like, way to end your game like this... Lee is trapped her with Clementine and he can’t walk, he can’t get up no matter how much Clementine begs him to try, he just- he can’t. He knows it’s all over for him and so he has her handcuff him to this heater so that no matter what, he can’t hurt her and just.... their final moments together where Lee is minutes away from death but is struggling to tell her as much as he can and I’m crying.

Then of course, the final choice-- Do you shoot Lee, or do you leave him to turn?

Both ending hurt my soul, but they’re both great in different ways. Shooting him is so heartbreaking... seeing little Clem sobbing as she points the gun at him and closes her eyes, then it cuts to black as the shot rings out and you hear Lee’s final breath....

BUT THEN YOU HAVE THE LEAVE HIM ENDING WHICH-

Lee manages to tell her more when you choose not to shoot him, but just watching Clementine get to the door and her little “don’t go” before Lee closes his eyes and falls over limp... falls over dead, I just--

Ouch... I am applauding this through my ugly sobs. 

It’s the best death in the series. It has everything and then some- emotional impact, works to progress the story and characters, amazing dialogue and performances.... It still gets me to this day. 

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Honorable Mentions

-Mark’s death technically happens off screen, but I mean, c’mon... Mark wasn’t the most compelling character, but everyone remembers what happened to him. Everyone remembers walker Mark. What happened to him showed us just how fucked the St Johns were and it’s excellent.  -Brody’s death is pretty good, too.  -Abel’s death is an interesting one. He’s a garbage can, but they managed to humanize him just a bit by the way he hands his soon-to-be demise.  -Badger when Conrad kills him. It’s super good.  -I’m looking over this list now and it’s kinda funny that not a single S2 death made it here... it’s almost like all the character death that happened there was because a quota needed to be filled and who cares about complex character development when you got Kenny and nothing really matters I guess... ugh. The best deaths would probably be Carver, and Kenny when you shoot him but they’re not good enough to be in a top 5 so.... good job.

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So... that was fun. What do you guys think? Do you agree with my choices or nah? Do you have a favorite death I didn’t list that you thought was well executed? Let me know, I’m curious. 

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[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

Habanero

You're a good girl, well behaved.

Absolutely not the type to rail random guys in nightclubs.

Until you are.

Fandom: BNHA

Pairing: Aizawa x Reader, eventual polyamorous Erasermic x Reader

Rating: Gen

Trigger Warnings: None in this chapter except for like, the word orgasm

AO3: Here | Want to support me? I have a Kofi

Chapter: 8/16 (all chapters)

The sports festival was over before you knew it. You left the school grounds on a high, proud of being even slightly involved in such an impressive event.

You knew that the next few days were going to be frantic, so made a point to stop off at the store to pick up some last minute groceries while you had the chance to do so. They were having a sale on seasonal produce and you ended up buying more than you meant to, struggling under the weight of your numerous bags as you arrived at your house.

You lifted your bags to reach for your keys, only to catch your ankle on something and fall face first onto your own doorstep, vegetables flying everywhere in your wake. Somehow you avoided smashing your face against the concrete and escaped with only minor grazes on your knees and palms. You rolled over onto your back with a hiss of pain, wondering what the hell you’d tripped over.

You got your answer soon enough, though you didn’t like it. Shouta was sitting on the ground beside you, pointedly looking away. You realised in horror that you had almost certainly flashed your underwear on the way down. Heck, you were flashing him then.

“Oops,” you said, quickly rearranging yourself and clapping a hand in your lap for good measure. “Were you...waiting for me?”

It was a stupid question and you knew it. Why else would he be sitting at your door?

He’d got the food containers that you’d given him in his lap and you felt more than a passing pang of joy at the knowledge that he must have eaten everything you had made for him, even if you were still more than a little miffed that he’d gone back to work without rest.

“Come on in,” you said, getting up to gather the vegetables you’d dropped everywhere. Thankfully you hadn’t bought anything particularly fragile. “I’ll make some-

He reached out to take the bags from you and you glanced from his casts to his blank expression and back again. He wanted to help, that much was clear, but there was no way you were going to push all of your groceries into his injured arms. Instead you lifted a single bright red tomato from your bag and set it down on top of the food containers he already had.

He was far from impressed by the gesture, but said little of it as he followed you into your home. You headed to the sink to wash your hands and hissed with pain when the water hit your grazes.

“What is it?”

Shouta peered over your shoulder, standing so close that you could feel his breath against the back of your neck. It was more than a little distracting, all things considered.

“You really are an idiot,” he sighed.

For a second, and only one, you agreed with him.

“Wait. Me?? I’m the idiot?! Why were you sitting at my door in the first place?”

“You should pay more attention to your surroundings.”

“And you shouldn’t sit in such a prime tripping position,” you said. “I could have broken my nose!”

You turned towards him, ready to make a comment about how he was exactly like a cat, running between your legs and trying to trip you over onto your ass, but you fell silent at the realisation that you were at kissing level.

“Oh,” you said. “Hello.”

He glanced at your lips, however briefly.

“Sorry,” he said. “I came to talk about...I came to talk about 1-A.”

“Okay,” you said, “um...where would you like to start?”

He stood there, eying you from head to toe as if you were a battle scene and he needed to devise a strategy. You might not have known it, but in many respects you were.

“I didn’t come to talk about 1-A.”

“No.”

Truth be told, you already knew. You had both dreaded and looked forward to this moment; the discussion about the kiss. You were both adults and couldn’t dance around the topic forever, no matter how much you might have wanted to.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I took advantage of you and I shouldn’t have, I-”

“Stop it with that. If I didn’t want to kiss you, I wouldn’t have.”

He was so close...so warm. He was close enough to touch and you couldn’t distract yourself from it. The students weren’t the only ones you hoped your feelings reached. You wanted him to know how much you had feared for him the day of the accident; the feelings deep within you that you didn’t want to leave behind.

You didn’t want him to leave you behind.

“I…”

“Hizashi,” he said.

It was perhaps the last thing you expected him to say and you weren’t sure how to respond.

“Uh...I’m (Name).”

He laughed at that under his breath, so quietly that you wouldn’t have noticed if he wasn’t standing so extraordinarily close.

“Fried chicken,” he continued, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was having a stroke. “Black nail polish, green candies.”

“Shouta…”

You planted a hand on his forehead to feel his temperature, wondering if you should call an ambulance. Maybe it wasn’t only his orbital cavity that had been damaged.

“Purple socks, studded leather, zombie movies, horror games, candles that smell like desserts, cheap sunglasses, expensive shampoo, eighties rock and dubstep mashups, light beer…” he skimmed your hairline. “(HC) hair.”

“Shouta, what are you…”

He took a step back and crossed his arms as much as one could with two casts.

“Those are the things Mic likes,” he said, as politely as if you were strangers. “Bear them in mind.”

“Uh...okay,” you said, wondering if his birthday was coming up. “I will.”

Shouta nodded and you couldn’t help but wonder. If it was just Hizashi’s birthday, why did he look so sad?

“I’m rooting for you,” he said, giving you a polite bow.

You stared at your front door for a long time after he left, going over everything he had said. You couldn’t understand why he had looked so upset, however briefly.

What had any of it got to do with Hizashi? Why did it matter if you knew the kind of movies he liked?

Why would he-

Realisation hit you like an ice cold bath as you considered recent events: Hizashi’s immediate invitation for beers the day that you met; his insistence that you called him by his first name within a matter of hours of meeting. Hizashi, who seemed incapable of going a single conversation without calling you ‘cute’. Hizashi, who nudged you with his elbow the last time you had recorded Support Mic and told you with a wink that the walls were soundproof.

Oh

You moved towards your cupboards and began to pack your groceries away, too many thoughts circling your mind for you to settle on a single one.

This was, to say the least, an interesting development.

~~~~~~

Aizawa Shouta had suffered many misfortunes in his life. He had lost friends, family and students alike, had slept in the cold with nothing but a cigarette for dinner.

He had almost always accepted his misfortunes with grace; it was easier to dodge punches when you saw them coming.

Even so, he left your home slowly, thinking of Shinohara.

Hizashi and Nemuri had him wrong; since high school, they had believed he was oblivious to her advances and discarded her love notes by mistake. As a matter of fact, he had done so deliberately.

What was it you had said the night of the reset? That you had never done such a thing before and didn’t know what came next?

Shouta knew as much about relationships as you did casual flings.

He had read each one of Shinohara’s notes. He had seen the way she behaved like a deer in headlights and concluded that he didn’t understand any of it. She spoke of him in such abstract and illogical terms that he wondered if she knew him at all.

It was easier to believe she didn’t. When she spoke of kind eyes and wisdom, she meant someone else. She offered up a piece of her heart with every letter and he was doing her a favour by not taking them. That person she liked didn’t exist.

Casual lovers didn’t expect anything from him other than an orgasm, which was easy enough to provide with practise. Longer term partners, though, that was something else entirely. He didn’t know the first thing about being someone’s boyfriend, but he did know that Hizashi would make the perfect one. In the long run, you would be better off with him.

It was easier to dodge punches when you saw them coming; easier to avoid disappointments when you didn’t hope for things in the first place.

Even so, he caught himself thinking back to the day of the reset.

You chased after him then and, if he was completely honest, he wanted you to now.

~~~~

While you cooked dinner and Shouta returned home, Hizashi sat at the bar in Ego , sipping at his drink with a depressed expression that completely contrasted the upbeat music playing over the speakers.

He had gone to Ego straight from work, meaning to ask about the mystery woman. He’d gotten distracted, though, watching the video over and over instead of showing it to the staff. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way Shouta held the woman’s hand in his.

He’d held Shouta’s hand before, during training exercises or to find him in crowds, but it had never had the same feel to it that he saw in the video. Shouta had always been reluctant about it, never once taking the lead and Hizashi felt oddly jealous, wondering why he had never received the same level of tenderness as the woman at Ego .

For the briefest of moments, he was tempted to delete the video and erase the mystery woman from their lives. He didn’t like what she represented, no matter how wonderful she might have been.

He downed his drink in one with a grimace, catching the attention of the bartender.

“Can I get you a refill?”

Hizashi sighed, twirling his glass and spinning the ice cubes within.

“Yeah, maybe something harder.”

“Mic, you’re going to scare away the customers at this rate. What’s the matter with you?”

Hizashi set aside his glass with a sigh.

“I’m looking for a woman,” he said.

“Aren’t we all?”

“Not like that. She was here about six months ago. Had drinks with Eraser. I was hoping you’d remember her.”

The bartender laughed as he reached for a bottle of rum.

“Listen,” he said, grabbing a glass and setting it down on the bar with a flourish. “I have a better memory than most, but even I can’t remember that far back.”

“Don’t you have CCTV or something? It’s pretty important that we find her.”

“Oh? She do something illegal?”

“No, I just want to talk to her.”

The bartender poured rum into the glass, flinching at his answer.

“I’ll be honest,” he said. “The boss man handles all of that stuff and I doubt he’d part with that kind of information without a formal subpoena. Do you have any idea how many creepy guys come to us looking for girl’s numbers?”

Hizashi reached for his newly filled drink.

“Not even for me?”

“ Especially not for you. If anything went south it would be even more of a scandal.”

Hizashi hadn’t expected to hit a dead end so early on and didn’t know how to feel about it. He wondered if he should have followed his instincts and deleted the video after all.

He wondered about it on the train ride home, as he combed his hair, as he sat down in his studio. He played the video on silent and scrolled through it as he loaded up each track.

Finally, at minutes past midnight, he leaned into his microphone.

“Now, listeners,” he said, “here’s a song for the lovers.”

There and then he played a song of unrequited love, of strangers on trains and secret words and crossed paths, a song that bled with emotion and longing. A song that you sang along to as it played through your earphones. A song that Shouta nodded his head along to on his balcony, Sushi curled up on his lap.

Hizashi closed his eyes as he listened to the song, the video from Ego loaded and his finger hovering over ‘delete’.

One tap and the mystery woman would be gone forever. One tap and this feeling of dejectedness would leave him. He wouldn’t have to think anymore about what she represented, the realisations she had forced upon him without ever introducing herself.

One tap and he wouldn’t be the Shinohara.

He locked his phone instead and set it aside, the video safe for another day.

He told himself the same thing you told yourself as you stared at your bedroom ceiling, thinking of the way Shouta had backed away.

He told himself the same thing Shouta told himself as he thought of your lips and bewildered expression.

I shouldn’t be selfish. This is the way it should be.

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[me-and-your-husband]

Need Someone Part 5

Summary: Reader gets into some trouble, and doesn’t know who else to call besides her best friend’s dad, District Attorney Andy Barber.

Warnings: age gap, mentions of kidnapping and attempted sexual assault, reader gets a rape kit

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Note: Lets say reader is 18 and in senior year.

Adjusting the collar of my black pantsuit in the full-length mirror of my bedroom, I exhaled a long, suffocating breath. My expression in the mirror was earnest, to say the least. Dark circles had resided under my eyes the past few days, and my silent lips curved downwards in a permanent frown, casting a sullen scene across my features. The days had slowly droned on, in which I mostly spent parked in front of the TV or sleeping. Even then I never really watched the content portrayed on the screen. I couldn’t remember the last time I had eaten or drank anything, besides the constant mug of coffee that always rested on the closest surface in arms reach. The ability to think was becoming a curse, and I was forbode to think freely of anything but the events that transpired nearly two weeks ago now. It never left my mind, the blood-spatters and unsteady breathing towards the end.

Andy had left my house six days ago now, and I hadn’t had the will to look at the Caller ID lately, so who knows how many times he’s called since. He told me to take care of myself, to make sure I eat, sleep, shower, daily tasks that stable people would be able to complete. I don’t listen.

Before I could comprehend fully what I was doing, I was stepping over the threshold, almost tripping over the dozens of flowers, cards and even chocolates from people. The news had broken to the press, as it does, and it was too much to even turn on the news. I remember a few days ago, waking up with the news caster outside my house.

I huffed out a breath, making it form a cloud in front of my face and dissipate immediately due to the fall chill that had spread over Newton in the last week. I wouldn’t know; the last time I had been outside was the night that Andy brought me home.

I turned around and shoved my keys in the door, twisting them to lock it, and began the short walk to my neglected car. I wondered if it still had gas, I couldn’t remember. Unimportant, they wouldn’t start without me anyways.

In the car, the music hummed in the background. My eyes were fixed on the road, my lip caught under my teeth almost the whole way. Glancing up occasionally in the rear-view mirror, I looked less and less zombie-like. Maybe it was the sunlight and the fresh air. It could have also been the eggs I made for myself this morning; my stomach was grateful, yet my brain barely let me eat a third of the plate. Or, maybe it was just the makeup I had piled on this morning, in hopes to look less sullen and maybe appear more benevolent.

Pulling up to the courthouse, I could see a familiar figure, Andy, pacing back and forth in front of the steps, talking to someone on his phone in a calm tone, but pinching the bridge of his nose between furrowed brows, his lips curved downwards in an engraved frown. Once he spotted me, he mumbled something rapidly into the phone and hung up, shoving it back into the pocket of his slacks. His pace quickened as he neared my car, eyes locked onto mine. I averted my gaze to the steering wheel, where my hands gripped it aggressively.

     I could hear the muffled sound of him calling my name through the window as he stalked towards my car. I lifted my head as reflex when he knocked three times on the window. I pressed the button to roll the window down, and the chilly November air infiltrated my car.

“Y/N,” he breathed out, almost in awe.

“Yep, it’s me. Let’s get this thing over with- “

“Hey, are you okay? Are you sure you’re ready for this?” He questioned with soft eyes. I sighed and tilted my head to look up at him.

“No, I’m not. But we can’t reschedule this thing, so you and I better get in there,” I said with pseudo-humor, getting ready to put on the charade of a stable woman. Stepping out of the car and kicking my door shut, I slid my sunglasses onto my face, attempting to walk towards the huge crowd that has since accumulated outside of the courthouse.

Andy grabbed my hand from behind me and spun me around to face him. “Where’re your parents?”

I slid my sunglasses down the bridge of my nose. “They weren’t scheduled to come back until the end of the month. They can’t get a flight back…” I said, my eyes drifting down to our feet. I pushed my sunglasses back in place. I turned on my heel to get into the courthouse, Andy tailing me.

Pushing myself through the crowd, I was blinded by the flashes of light and I couldn’t hear Andy shouting my name over the chorus of people screaming questions at me. I was swarmed by reporters, my sunglasses successfully covering my eyes. Entering the courthouse, the doors shut behind me and Andy. Brushing off my blazer, I drew in a deep breath, scanning the room. It was a generally modern setting.

    Andy steered me down the hallway, and we soon entered the actual courtroom. There were minimal people, only the ones that legally needed to be there, and the defendant’s family members. It would have hurt that mine weren’t here, but I had adapted to blocking everything out at this point.

Andy spoke just below a whisper, telling me what to do and where to go. Finally, we took our seats at the prosecution’s table. Andy scribbled nonchalantly in his fancy notebook while we waited for the defense lawyer to show up.

Andy finished filling out his paperwork or whatever he was doing and set down the pen. He let out a long sigh, “The defense attorneys on cases like this, assigned to posthumous trials, they tend to be…” he struggled to find a fitting word, “lazy. They are often lazy. They’re getting paid to do the same amount of work, but the client is dead; it does not matter to them if they win or lose the case, therefore there’s no reputation to keep. Unless the specific defendant was wealthy, and the attorney is being payed a generous sum by the client.”

I huffed out a breath through my nose, careful not to come across agitated. “So that’s a good thing, right? I mean, he’ll be lazy. It’ll make it easier for us to win over the jury…” he gave me a look, one that bore into my flesh, one that meant “really?” but at the same time, I had to squeeze my things together. Averting my gaze to my hands, I frantically mumbled, “Not that it wouldn’t be easier if they weren’t lazy, I know you’re an amazing lawyer and I’m so thankful you’re doing this for me because God, I don’t think I could have anyone else do it, I just…I don’t know it feels like-“ I was interrupted by the court clerk announcing the arrival of the judge, Judge Rivera. The smack of the gavel on the oak podium sounded in the courtroom, and the trial had officially begun.

  A/N: Thanks for being so patient with me guys. This is just a filler chapter, but the next one will have some angst, fluff and POSSIBLY some smut ;)

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[weasleydream]

dreams are my reality - part 1

Here is the first part! I’m so glad it’s finally out and i really really hope you’ll enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing it!

As usual, feel free to like, comment, reblog and enjoy!

Masterlist 

~ as if it’s meant to be ~

Summer had always been my favourite period of the year. When I was a child, it was because my parents would always bring me to this lake they had discovered when they were teenagers, and we would spend the day swimming and fishing. During my Hogwarts years, the traditional camping night with the Marauders and later Lily became another reason for my impatience. But I had to admit that Sirius agreeing to spend the afternoon with me on this beautiful beach of the south of France was a whole other level of pleasure associated with summer. His messy hair, his tan skin, his muscles shining with the water, and the-

“Sirius, what the hell is that?”

He was playing with a shapeless pile of jelly, touching it with the tip of a stick I had thought was his wand. He looked up to me, a shade of surprise underneath his goofy grin. 

“Never seen a jellyfish before?”

“A jellyfish? And you’re playing with it?”

“I wasn’t playing! Just trying to see if it was still alive.” Sirius’ eyes fell once more on the animal, and I realized how obvious it was that it wasn’t just a pile of jelly. 

“And?” I asked, leaning forward to see it better. 

I looked up when Sirius didn’t answer and found him pointing at the sun. 

“Time of death: approximately 4 p.m, give or take an hour.”

I was going to reply that it wasn’t very precise when a wave stronger than what we had anticipated crashed on the sand, sending the jellyfish right on my feet. I jumped backwards, a high-pitched scream I couldn’t contain escaping my mouth. In an instant, Sirius was next to me and in another split second, he had dragged me on the dry sand, fussing over me like a soccer mum. 

“Did it touch you? Y/N, do your feet hurt?”

“I- I don’t think so…” 

Sirius seemed as surprised as I was, and after looking at me like he didn’t know if he should drop it or betray the whole wizarding world by apparating away from a beach full of muggles, he sighed. 

“Then why the hell did you scream so loud?”

“Because I was scared!” I tried to defend myself, even though I knew I had a bit overreacted - just a bit. 

Sirius rolled his eyes and slipped an arm around my waist as we began to head back to where we had let our stuff. 

“You’ll be the death of me one day, that I can tell you.” he eventually murmured in my ear. “I mean, you’ve almost bee already but-”

“Sirius.” Any trace of joy had left my voice, it was all replaced by shame and this visceral fear I never wanted to experience again. “You know I don’t want to talk about it. Sirius, you almost died because of me, I just- I don’t want to think about it ever again.”

“We shouldn’t try to forget it,” said Sirius, who put his hands on my hips and rested his forehead against mine. “Love, dying to save you would have been an honour, the best way to leave this world. I would do it again if I had to.”

“Then it’s a good thing that it won’t happen, right?”

This need of reassurance had never left me, it was still here, not so well hidden since the end of the war. The mess that had been our lives for so long had left scars, deep and dirty wounds I was ready to keep hidden until the end of my life. But how could I leave that part of my life behind if I didn’t know for sure it was over? Everything had been so strange, so sudden, that I was fearing the day Voldemort would come back, stronger and angrier than ever, the day we would have to fight again, the day Sirius would risk his life for me again… The possibility that my life at the moment was a dream, an illusion, it was too much to bear. 

“A very good thing, actually!” Sirius was back to his joyous self, and had this goofy grin that had become his signature over the years. “Or else I wouldn’t have been able to do that.”

He was going through our bag, throwing away everything that was going in his way, my clothes included. I watched silently as my top joined my short in the sand, knowing better than trying to stop Sirius. I would have ended up in the sand too, or maybe just ignored, it was a fifty-fifty. I eventually decided to say something though, because there was no way I would let him waste my cookies like that. Chocolate cookies, dispersed on the sand, can you believe it? 

“Sirius, love, what are you-”

I stopped suddenly, because Sirius had obviously found what he was looking for. My completely unready mind tried to find a reason for why he had gotten down on one knee, but I couldn’t come up with anything and just looked at him speechless as he opened the box. 

“Y/N, love, life hasn’t exactly always been a piece of cake, but you always made it easier and I want to share the rest of mine with you. The past three years with you have been just perfect, and every second I’m not with you, touching you, hearing the sound of your voice, it’s just a big waste of time.” He stopped a second, inhaling deeply. “I- I could keep rambling about how perfect you are because right now I’m fucking nervous but if you say yes, I’ll have a lifetime to tell you how I adore you. So, Y/N, will you marry me?”

I didn’t trust my throat enough to produce anything else than a strangled sound, so instead I blinked the tears away and fell on my knees in front of him. My shaky hands reached for his cheeks. The second he realized what it meant, Sirius' little smile widened in an overjoyed grin, and his lips crashed on mine. If at some point we rolled on the floor, if our hair ended up matted with sand while we were in the middle of a crowded beach, none of that ever mattered. I was in Sirius’ arms, I was going to marry him, things couldn’t have been better for me, and the little boy who said it was dirty or the guy that called loudly for someone called like me couldn’t have done anything to disturb that. 

_ _ _ 

We had spent a wonderful day and an even more wonderful evening, yet my nightmares had never been more vivid. The dark alley of this cursed muggle village, the screams, the light, the blood… I was living it again, this night I almost lost Sirius. It all felt too real, from the pain in my muscles to my heartbeat still frenetic, and even his arms wrapping strongly around me couldn’t get me out of the hell of this night. 

“Y/N! Y/N, can you hear me?”

The voice was far from me, my mind wouldn’t even acknowledge it. 

“We’re going to get killed!”

This voice, though, would stay forever engraved in my brain. 

 _

I had known since the beginning the idea was fucking bad. James had insisted, “It will be fun!”, he had said, and Sirius had smiled like an idiot. It was safe to say that they were the only two ready to venture in this bloody village, bloody in the literal sense of the word. Something was here, something the muggles used to call a monster, but we knew better and this something had inherited the sweet nickname of “a son of a bitch of Death Eater”, found by Sirius, obviously. 

Nothing had been decided yet, but James and Sirius already acted like they had clocked the man and come back heroes. Peter was completely opposed to this idea, and it was one more example of me completely agreeing with him. Both Remus and Lily were torn between the two options they had, and I suspected them to think that it was worth the risk. The number of victims in this village had risen up to seventeen the previous day, and even though there were members of the Order closer to the location than us, Dumbledore had asked us to go and take a look. 

“A mission for the best,” he had added, which had seemed to decide James and Sirius. 

They wanted to take that mission. 

And it was definitely a very bad idea.

_ _ _ 

“Wow, Y/N you look like a zombie. You sure you’re okay?” asked James in disbelief when he opened the door. 

“Zombie! Zombie!”

Something pushed James unceremoniously and jumped on me. It was Harry of course. The little black haired tornado was now tugging at my hair, giggling with every roll of my eyes. Or maybe it was because Sirius was making faces behind my back; I wasn’t totally sure. Anyways, that gave me the perfect excuse to avoid James’ question because I certainly didn’t want to tell him I couldn’t sleep, that what should have been one of the best days of my life had brought back the worst of my nightmares and that it seemed like I was going insane. 

“You little devil, you’re getting taller and taller every time I see you!” exclaimed Sirius cheerfully, and Harry extended his arms toward him. 

“You know the last time you saw him was a week ago, right?” James mocked, diverting his attention from me in the process. 

He was watching proudly as Harry and Sirius were having a very serious conversation about the banana the boy had eaten an hour ago, and he missed the wink my fiancé shot me. I smiled, grateful for his help, and at the moment I could have sworn I was feeling his comforting touch on my cheek. 

Remus arrived half an hour later, and we had to wait another hour before Peter’s entrance, his arms full of candies as every single time he was at the Potter’s. “Half for Harry, half for me, the rest for you!”, he always said, but it usually ended in Remus stealing all the chocolate only to give it piece by piece to Harry while Peter and James were arguing on what was the best between cauldron cakes and jelly slugs. Not today though, and Sirius had made sure of that in his own way. 

“I’m glad you’re all here, no Peter, cauldron cakes do not taste better than jelly slugs and Remus, share the chocolate with Harry.” he suddenly declared, making Peter jump on the couch, to Harry’s great amusement. “We have an announcement.”

Without moving the rest of his body, Sirius grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. All eyes were on us, and if Sirius’ nervousness was only betrayed by his stillness, mine was definitely visible with my dark red face. 

“But before I say anything, I warn you: no blubbering. Right, James?”

Lily suppressed a chuckle as James nodded in a very serious way, his hands folded underneath his chin and his eyes squinting. The others were less dramatic but as curious, and I looked up to Sirius only to see him biting his bottom lip. If this view was incredibly sexy, I didn’t have even a second to think more about it before he dropped the news. 

“Y/N and I are going to get married.”

I was pretty sure my voice wasn’t as high-pitched as Lily’s now when she had told me she would marry James. Between Oh my god!’s and I knew it!’s, she managed to put Harry down and to hug me, and we began to hobble like two children. We only stopped when Lily pushed me back, asking desperately to see the engagement ring, and I caught a glance of James wiping a tear away - “That’s why we said no blubbering, Prongs!” I shouted with a smirk, to which James answered with a playful and tearful glare - and Remus and Sirius sharing a strong embrace while Peter was trying to explain to Harry what this mess meant. 

“How did it happen? When? By Merlin Y/N, why didn’t you tell me before?”

Lily was so excited I couldn’t help but giggle at her bright eyes, and Remus snuck next to us to hear the story. Before diving straight into my monologue, I threw a look at Sirius and found him grinning from ear to ear, with James’ hand on his shoulder and Peter wondering out loud what they could do for his bachelor party. 

“Come on Y/N, we want to know!” whined Remus. 

I rolled my eyes playfully, installed a more and more tired Harry on my knees and began the story. 

“This dumbass was playing with a jellyfish - a jellyfish, seriously, is there a single mentally stable person that can have the idea to play with a dead jellyfish? Anyways, I asked him what he was doing and-” 

I finally shut up almost fifteen minutes later. By the time I was done, Harry had fallen asleep and seemed to be quite comfy, all snuggled he was against me. Lily was beaming, and if her eyes hadn’t actually taken the shape of two hearts, I could perfectly see the image. Remus and James, who had joined us with Sirius and Peter five minutes ago, were still making fun of my fiancé. 

“Come on Pads, admitting that you’re nervous is a rookie move!” 

Peter was the first to decide we should toast to our future wedding. He grabbed seven glasses, filled them all with orange juice as Lily had forbidden alcohol in Harry’s presence and we all held our glasses high. 

“To the wedding!” exclaimed cheerfully Remus.

“It was about time,” added Peter. “It’s been years since you’ve begun to like each other, I was beginning to fear it would never happen!” 

“Amen, brother. Wait a minute!” Suddenly, James’ eyes lit up and the smirk he was arbouring when he looked at me was quite worrying. “That’s why you’re looking like a zombie, Y/N, you celebrated the news quite well!” 

He winked at me and I snorted, too embarrassed to find anything to say.

To be continued...

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i am on my hands and knees begging for u to tell me about lila and margot 🙏

jasmine.............. thank you for this gift

under the cut because i expect it’ll get very long <3 :) update after i finished writing: it is, in fact, very long and also took me over an hour. so. take that as whatever sort of warning you might want.

let’s start with margot !

she was born to a couple of really young parents who..... did not want to be parents. at all. they were still in the party-and-get-drunk phase of their life and didn’t want to have a kid to worry about, so a large part of her childhood was spent couch surfing between relatives, mostly her grandfather.

they were really close! he would help her with her homework, they would cook together, he would let her drink underage so that she was well-versed in beer by the time she was like. idk. 16 lol. but she felt closer to him than her own parents, who were good when they were around but. they mostly weren’t around <3

when she was 19, her grandpa starting showing pretty serious signs of memory loss and whatnot and eventually had to be moved into a home. she was living with him by that point, so she had to continue to spend a year or so of her adult life couchsurfing. it didn’t help that she was in school full-time to get an engineering degree of. some kind. i think mechanical engineering. idk. and didn’t have a job, so to pay back her roommates she took up a majority of the housework as well as picked up odd jobs on the weekend. her grandpa’s health continued to decline through this time so she didn’t actually mind being busy because then she. didn’t have to think about it at all <3

and then.............. when she was 20......... her boyfriend of a year  suggested that she not only move in with him but that they get married and margot, who has never had stability ever in her life, jumped at the opportunity !

after she graduated, she found it incredibly hard to find a career (even though they were in the same program and He had no trouble finding one), so she was back to not working but her husband didn’t mind and he supported her whole-heartedly. during this time she started running and then eventually started going to a gym with a couple of her female friends from their neighbourhood! she would also spend a lot of time at her grandpa’s but his health was still rapidly declining. eventually her now-husband said that she should probably stop visiting him and margot was like “.... ok i guess”

And then. :)

she kept spending time outside of the house and started taking self-defense classes with a few of her friends and her husband was started to get very antsy. he wanted her to be at home, told her that he didn’t like her going out at night or, eventually, at all, and would find ways to keep her home every night so she didn’t go out. during this time he also started getting. um. very manipulative. he was easily triggered into starting arguments. so she increased the frequency of her self-defense classes and, eventually, they became Very Useful in an argument with her husband. so. we hate him :)

after that she filed for a divorce, moved away and changed her name to her late grandmother’s last name. she started working at a gym in her new town and eventually decided to open her own ! she had gotten the building about 2-3 weeks before the outbreak hit and didn’t have any furniture or equipment of any kind, so she met up with 2 middle-aged women from her old gym and they travelled together until one of them was bitten in a fight with walkers and dragged into a big crowd of them to be eaten and the other one was bitten and margot had to shoot her when she got zombified and tried to attack. :(

that’s where i have left off for now but i am going to develop her More the more i watch the show !!!

okay. backstory over. now for the fun bits:

her faceclaim is mackenzie davis specifically in terminator (without the. lines on her arms and whatever idk what those are) and this picture is the most margot-vibe imaginable.

the haircut was an incredibly recent choice but it came in handy during the outbreak because she didn’t have to worry about keeping hair out of her face. girlboss !

she is 6′2 :) her and her husband were funnily enough the 2 tallest people in her graduating class

she spoke occasionally to her parents after graduating and moving away but they fell out of touch a year or so before the outbreak began and she......................... unsurprisingly doesn’t miss them at all

she has 1 keepsake and it’s an old keychain of her grandpa’s and if anything happens to it. she will kill everyone in any room and Then herself !!!

she likes to where tank tops to show off her big arms. is this very ergonomical in the apocalypse where zombie bites can kill you instantly ? nope! will she do it anyway to intimidate people ? yup!

she Cannot cook. at all. she lived off of take-out and microwavable meals for the first 20 years of her life and then she always had someone else making food for her until she moved away on her own when it was back to takeout.

on the topic of food :) her fave foods are mac and cheese with breadcrumbs and meatlover’s pizza !

she will do literally anything for a good beer. anything. she keeps an eye out for them every time she goes scavenging in buildings and will try to get at least 1 bottle per trip. girlboss !

she cannot sing. in fact she’s not just average, she’s Terrible. she can, however, play mad guitar because her grandpa taught her.

now onto miss lila :)

she was born in a town a couple over from rick’s and was the younger sister of 2 ! she had a really great family and a very very happy childhood :) her dad was a wildlife rehabilitator and her mom was a landscaper who took a lot of pride in their nice big backyard and garden and Land where they. you know. rehabiliated the wildlife and what not

she worked a lot with her dad and mom at their wildlife centre and also helped her mom garden a lot (their house was on the same property as the centre so it was a nice big plot of land). she took a lot of interest in rehabilitating animals and it sparked a very early childhood interest in Caring for things (namely little wild critters) which extended to her helping out little kids on the playground when they got scraped knees and things. she always had a package of bandaids in her backpack from second grade on. an angel <3

in her final year of high school she had a very quick fling with a boy from her high school that ended… poorly. and then she got pregnant! which she. Did not expect. nor want. nor need in her life because she was planning on moving to atlanta to go to medical school and kickstart her career. her sister, who had recently dropped out of school and lost her job, decided to Take One for the team and claim the baby as hers so lila could go to medical school and stuff. their parents promised to take good care of her and they all made a plan to hide lila’s pregnancy from their town (although i’m sure literally everyone knows anyway) and then she moved away in the summer after giving birth to go to school

she quickly finished up her nursing program but was out of job for a few years until she got a job offer to be the nurse at king county elementary school aka the school were one Carl Grimes goes to school. she moved there in may and one night, when her car Squealed to a stop in front of a dog who had run away from his home and was being chased by. Um. a certain sheriff’s deputy who was intending on bringing the puppy back home <3 they got to talking and. Well. the rest is history…..

she was a very beloved member of the staff and kids would often fake sick just to come to her office and get a sucker and she grew esp close to the grimes family :D after a couple of years living in king county she got a job to start working at some fancy prep school in atlanta and decided that actually she might want to. You know. start being a mom now that she was finished with school and had a career. so she moved away from king county at the end of the next school year and was unfortunately in atlanta when it was bombed by the government at the start of the outbreak so she and her daughter and sister all died :) and that’s that !

some fun facts because that was a very depressing end to her story:

she always has suckers in her office at school and her favourites are the watermelon ones.

she can often be found gardening in her backyard or watching the birds in the trees like a little nature baby !!!

she is very meticulous about planning. she Does have a daily agenda. she Will kill you if you touch it. shane likes to leave her little notes in it for her to find when she’s at school. sometimes they are not Just cute. she usually erases those.

she likes collecting ugly thrift store paintings of animals and hangs them up in her dining room and she Does think they are incredibly funny.

she is a vegetarian !!! very unwavering about it. shane finds it annoying because he’s good at cooking steak but she just has a salad and then they’re both perfectly happy <3

sends basically everyone she knows a Christmas/holiday card every year. even the teachers at the elementary school who don’t like her and or barely talk to her !!!

she is a terrible maker of tea and usually forgets about cups before she’s even halfway through them (thank god for her). makes everyone tea when they come over except shane (stupid ass) because he doesn’t like it and usually people just politely swallow it even though it’s too steeped or. sorry idk how tea works. she just Makes It Bad ok

she perpetually forgets to do laundry. Most of her non-scrubs have dirt stains or dressing stains or whatnot (except for her Really nice clothes) which is why she tries to buy a lot of patterns. makes things easier to hide <3

and that’s it for now !!! i have so much other lore for them but i will stop here for now :) thank you very much if you read this also i’m very sorry i have twd brainworms i cannot help it. anyway ok that’s it thanks love you bye

#me writing nearly 2k of oc facts that is literally nothing more than comprehensible gibberish ? yes #also ig i'm just a villainfucker now sorry not sorry babes can't be helped when your villains are mr. jon bernthal :/ #BUT ALSO we only stan pre-outbreak. after that he is dead to me so. #ANYWAY YEAH JESUS CHRIST these are probably shitty backstories and also just um lame ocs but <3 that's that #oc: margot #oc: lila #ask #thank u jasmine.... i love u

[worldwidebt7]

Hell(L)ing || 03

§ — Pairing: Chimera!Taehyung x Empath!Reader (with mentions of Reader x Other Members)

§ — Genre: SciFi AU, fluff, angst, smut, horror

§ — Wordcount: 4,456

§ — Rating: M

§ — Warnings: None yet~

§ — A/N: Reader and Namjoon get formally introduced to Taehyung! Though he doesn’t really make the best first impression…. But he still cute af! Thank you so much for all your feedback so far guys! I hope you’re enjoying the story!

 Summary: You moved out into the wilderness to live a calm, peaceful life. Your abilities made it impossible to live in crowded places, so even if you wanted to you couldn’t return. But when something happens outside the realm of even your normalcy, you start to think that maybe having everyone else’s emotions bearing down on you isn’t such a bad alternative to being trapped with your own.

Before you knew it, you were preparing a light lunch for when Namjoon arrived for your book meeting on Monday, the previous nights’ events pushed aside, but not forgotten. When you had woken up Sunday morning, Yoongi was still soundly sleeping on your couch, face pressed into the back cushions and hands wedged between his knees. You had smiled fondly at the scene, nostalgia flashing images of his past sleeping habits like a slideshow in your mind. Somehow, you were perfectly content with being his friend— now at least, the first two years after the breakup had been filled with sad one-sided longing to be embraced by him.

You only lingered in the living room for a few moments before passing through to the kitchen, starting a pot of coffee immediately, knowing that the man on the couch would be in need of it when he finally woke. It wasn’t long after the brewing process started that the half-asleep zombie staggered into the kitchen in search of the dark liquid. You laughed when he walked directly into the kitchen island before sliding into one of the bar chairs at the counter. He never brought up the incident, nor did he comment on your disheveled appearance, ever the gentleman. You fed him a simple breakfast of cereal, and allowed him to drink more than half your pot of coffee before he slinked home, looking only a little more alive than he had when he first emerged.

The rest of the day had been just as unproductive as the last and you were significantly more relaxed than you thought you’d be, though you had gone to bed with all of the lights on in your house once more. Now you were making bibimbap and bulgogi for Namjoon’s arrival Monday morning as you struggled to keep the eerie feeling of being watched from creeping under your skin.

Cooking for Namjoon had quickly been established as tradition for your meetings. The first time you did it, it was due to the fact that the two of you were meeting at your house at dinner time and Namjoon had confessed to not having eaten. Instead of ordering takeout, you quickly whipped something up for the two of you and discussed the manuscript of your book over tteokbokki. He complimented your cooking to the point that you had unknowingly agreed to cook for him each time he visited, not that you particularly minded preparing food, you just weren’t sure how it had gotten to that point. It was nice, though, to share a meal with someone; especially someone as intelligent and handsome as your editor.

The rice for the bibimbap was just about done when you felt the familiar tingle of another person’s presence enter your perimeter, and judging by the inquisitive yet poetic nature of the emotions connected to this individual, you could only assume that it was Namjoon. Soon, a knock came at your front door and you called out, letting him know that the door was unlocked and that he may enter.

“Y/N?” He called, closing the door behind him. You leaned over the kitchen island, hands wet from washing lettuce, and beckoned him into the kitchen. You saw his form appear, clad in a tan trench-style coat, white button-down, black slacks, and think-rimmed glasses. He had a laptop bad slung over his shoulder, obviously containing his electronic device as well as several other packets of paper if you had to guess by the size.

“I’m just finishing up preparing lunch,” You hummed, happy that your company has finally arrived and you were no longer alone with your thoughts. The tall man placed his bag on the quarts surface and shuffled out of his coat— one that he clearly did not need as it was still early September and still clinging to the warmth of summer. He draped it over the back of one of the pub stools at the island and propped himself on his forearms against the counter, peering at the food being fixed.

“Smells good,” He mused, a pleased warmth spreading through your body and letting you know that he was happy with the cuisine he saw. You were suddenly then hit by the sharp pang of hunger he sent your way. Normally, you’d think nothing of it considering hunger is one of the most common things you experience from other people. However, this time it instantly brought you back to the faint, yet no less potent reading you received from the creature outside your house two evenings ago— its hunger crawled under your skin like an army of insects marching in every direction, the detached curiosity only making it more violent.

The ceramic cup you had pulled from the cabinet to offer Namjoon a drink with slipped from your hand, shaken by the memory, and it shatters on the floor, startling both you and your editor. You stare at the once beautiful cup before turning to Namjoon, who’s eyes were large and alarmed, with an embarrassed grin. You could feel the concern and fright spiking from the man in front of you, but most notably there was confusion.

“What happened? Are you okay?” You stepped back from the pile of shards on your floor with a small smile— Namjoon was a genuine person; caring, intelligent, lyrical, and even if you weren’t empathic, you feel as though you’d have no problem understanding him and his emotions. He made everything apparent in his words and actions.

“I’m okay,” You replied, slipping out of the kitchen quickly and retrieving your broom and dust pan before scurrying back to the mess you’d created. “Wet hands.” You gave a light laugh, trying to explain away your upset.

Your editor didn’t know about your empathic abilities, and you really didn’t feel the need to tell him. In a sense, it was nice having someone that didn’t have expectations of having their emotions perceived by an outside source, which, if you thought about it, was rather invasive and you could understand how it might make people uncomfortable. While you considered Namjoon a friend, he was also your editor, so it was less about you trusting him, and more about keeping your relationship on a more professional spectrum.

As you began sweeping, the kind man straightened completely and attempted to round the island.

“Do you want some help?” His inquire has you shaking your head and pleasantly grinning at him.

“No, it’s fine, I got it. Sorry about this,” you swept the fragments into a small pile and collected it in the dustpan before making your way over to the trash bin on the other side of the peninsula separating your kitchen from your dining space. Namjoon gave a snort laced in amusement.

“Why are you sorry? It was your cup….” When you returned to your original spot you noticed his left eyebrow quirked, clearly entertained by your needless apologies. You rolled your eyes playfully and began fussing with the food once more.

“Just go sit down,” you said turning your back to him when you heard the tell-tale ‘click’ of your rice cooker alerting you to the completing of the rice for the bibimbap. Thankfully, you had already placed two large bowls out in preparation and simply began filling the bowls about a third of the way with the steaming rice.

Behind you, you heard Namjoon treading away from the kitchen and towards your small kitchen table set up in front of the large windows that made up the entirety of the back wall facing the lake on the first floor of your house. You only had four chairs for the table in total, however you rarely ever had the need of all four and opted to keep two, as you usually only had one visitor at a time. He unpacked his bag into a neat pile and set it to the side, obviously intent on eating before getting to the heart of the meeting.

“Do you want anything to drink?” You asked, successfully removing two glasses from your cabinet without incident this time. You filled yours with iced barley tea, a favorite of yours in the heat of the summer.

“Whatever you’re having is fine,” He answered as he plopped himself into a chair at the table. You felt the anticipation buzzing in the air and stifled a laugh— the man really wanted his food. So, you poured his drink and delivered both glasses to the table before returning to the kitchen to bring the remaining items out for your lunch.

Once both of you were sat, the food presented appetizingly, the two of you settled into comfortable conversation. Lunch with Namjoon was always pleasant because Namjoon was pleasant— you could talk about anything, and any topic could easily slip into something philosophical. You enjoyed this; the intellectual talk kept your mind sharp and fulfilled, and you always felt the most satisfied after a long talk.

You had considered Namjoon a potential partner at one point, and when the two of you had first met, it was immediately apparent that he too had been attracted to you. But breaching the line between professional and personal relationship was not something that you particularly wanted to risk. Plus, you still had the lingering pain of your experience with Yoongi to keep you in check. And so, not wanting to experience another person falling out of love with you again, you kept any feelings to yourself until both yours and Namjoon’s sentiments faded into a fond friendship not unlike the one you had with Yoongi now.

Once the two of you had your fill, you placed the dirtied dishes in the sink to wash later and returned to the kitchen table where Namjoon was booting up his computer and sifting through a folder of papers. You almost huffed in disappointment— time to get down to business. You excuse yourself for a moment to grab your journal from your office.

You only needed to be in your office for a moment— just long enough to seize your journal and turn back to return to Namjoon in your kitchen. Your desk was facing the window overlooking the water; you liked looking out at the diamonds of sunlight dace across the ripples as you let your imagination carry you away too far off land. Whilst retrieving your notes you gazed out the window absentmindedly only to find something out of place. Or rather, something that didn’t belong.

There, standing at the edge of the water, was a man of rather average height and a mop of black hair on his head. You were frozen momentarily, something about the scene reminding you of your chilling visitor from the other night. Taking a deep breath to stabilize your racing thoughts enough to think rationally, your mind pulled a small piece of information out of your haze.

Seokjin’s roommate. The one he said would probably be wandering around. The one you saw on their property before. It must be him; it has to be him— the shaggy dark hair, though you only saw it from afar last time, was surely enough to tell you it was this mystery roommate.

You released a few more uneven breaths, holding your journal tightly by your side, and you took him in now that you had a better view. He was still outside your radius, so you couldn’t get a read on him, and his back was facing you as he stared out over the water, but you could tell he had a well-built form beneath his loose-fitted clothing. His stature though… was he smaller than your nightmare? Or was the presence of the specter looming outside your house that night so overwhelming that you had imagined him much larger than he truly was?

The man tilted his head slightly and you caught just the slightest view of his jawbone. You jumped slightly for reasons unbeknownst to you. It almost felt like he knew you were watching him silently from within your home. However, your startled brain soon posed the question: why on earth was he in your yard?

“Y/N” You heard Namjoon call, though he sounded close; was he calling from the bottom of the stairs? Backtracking, your eyes lingered on him for as long as your retreating form would allow before quickly darting down the stairs to find that your editor was, in face, awaiting you at the bottom. He wasn’t looking at you, though. He was staring out towards the back of your house and when you joined him on the ground floor you focused your attention in the same direction. “There’s someone in your yard…” You nodded at his statement, a still bit bewildered yourself.

“Yup…” You said, glancing at the tall man beside you before turning back to gaze out your window. “I think he’s my new neighbor,” you mused, more to yourself than your companion. You cleared your throat then, gaining his attention as you peered up at him. “Should, uh… should we go say hi?” Your brows furrowed, trying to express the uncertainty buzzing about. You could feel the same spike within Namjoon, however there was a bit of humor laced within it.

“We? He’s your neighbor,” he teased, causing you to send him a disgruntled, yet good-natured scowl. He chuckled at that, rolling his eyes as he nudged you with his elbow. “Like I would let you go out there with some weird dude.” Sighing, he began towards the back door, “Come on. We’ll say hi, send him home, and then finally get the meeting started.” You trailed after him, placing your journal on the kitchen table as Namjoon opened the door and stepped out. You followed suit, closing the door as to not let the cool air out of your house. The moment the door clicks shut, the mystery boy at the edge of the late spins to look at you, his gaze guarded at first. As you approached, what you felt made your blood run cold.

There was virtually nothing.

There were blips of emotions like caution and fear, even aggression. But there was nothing substantial to latch onto and this was both exciting and terrifying. How was it possible that he was evading your senses? How could he be keeping his feelings from flooding into you? Was he aware of your abilities? Or was he naturally repressive?

Not human.

You visibly tensed and stopped your approach, causing Namjoon to halt as well and turn to you in confusion, though you hardly noticed the taller man as you take in the daunting stranger. Now that you were within closer proximity, you were able to see his face— and he was stunning. You drank in his round eyes, sharp jawline, perfectly full lips, and flawless golden skin, each feature just as impeccable as the last. He was quite possibly the loveliest person you’d ever seen, and yet there was something unsettling about his beauty, the ethereal air radiating off of him almost too dreamlike.

Not human.

Your heart rate sped up, the same disturbing feeling from the other night creeping into your bones and setting your nerve endings alight. The dark-haired stranger locked eyes with you, and suddenly the small blips of intense emotions shifted— they were still on high alert, still nervous, but there was suddenly a softness to them, almost as if he were being cautious for you, rather than being cautious of you. At this, you couldn’t help the slight furrow of your brow as you regained your slow stride towards the boy, only stopping when you reached Namjoon’s side.

The unfamiliar man flicked his gaze between the two of you guardedly, looking as if he were to take off into the woods again any moment. You made no indication that you were going to initiate conversation, which Namjoon noticed and fortunately took the obligation from you at a low clearing of his throat.

“Uh, hello?” His deep voice and small step forward caught the other male’s attention and his eyes sharpened, locking onto your editor’s form. You felt a shiver at the aggressive spike in the air, both from Namjoon, and from the blips of emotion you could pick up from the stranger. Clearly Namjoon had picked up on the hostility directed towards him as well, and luckily for everyone, he was a smart man with a level head. However, he wasn’t immune to emotional outbursts, and the unwarranted behavior from this weird boy was clearly ticking him off.

“I-I’m Y/N!” you interjected quickly, trying to dispel the tenseness in the air to avoid a brawl. At your voice, the beautiful visitor snapped his eyes to you, still very much heavily guarded, and you sucked in a shallow breath through your nose. His gaze a piercing, almost as if he could see every muscle twitch, every pulse of your heart from where he stood— almost predatory.

You tried to control your heart beat, but with no success. Penetrating eyes, no stable emotional readings, predatory stare, defensive like a cornered animal…

Not human.

His eyes flicked between you and Namjoon, his body tense and when you glanced at his feet you saw that he was poised to dart off at any moment. What worried you is that you didn’t know if he meant to run at you, or away from you. You attempted talking to him again, hoping to calm him, but not before taking a step back away from him and sliding a bit closer to Namjoon.

“You’re Seokjin’s roommate, right? It’s nice to meet you…” You kept your voice as steady and pleasant as you could. He continued to scrutinize you, and you continued to try and hone in on what his intentions were, still only catching the small blips of hostility and distress at first until you saw his shoulders relax fractionally and you caught the smallest spark of the gentle caution you had earlier.

“Who’s Seokjin?” You heard Namjoon whisper to you, causing another aggressive spike in the air. This time, your head throbbed as well; an oncoming migraine more than likely caused by how hard you were trying to focus on your mysterious neighbor. You winced slightly, looking at Namjoon and withdrawing your abilities as much as you could.

“He’s—”

“KIM TAEHYUNG!” Speak of the Devil, and so shall he appear. All three of you snapped your head in the direction of the voice that you vaguely recognized as your new neighbor. You saw him before you sensed him, and usually feelings began faint and grew stronger as they neared you. However, when he entered the radius in which your abilities were effective, you were blind-sided by the power of his emotions. Anger, fear— panic, panic, panic. Always with the panic with this man; was he always going to be this intense? At least now his face matched his emotions. Breath knocked from your lungs, you nearly doubled over by the force and you immediately became overwhelmed, only finding little relief in your editor’s voice giving you something different to focus on.

“Seokjin?” He asked you, to which you nodded. The scattered throbbing in your head became a cutting pain, one that had you shying away from the sunlight and gritting your teeth. You felt a wave of concern come from Namjoon at your sudden change in behavior and your sent him a tight smile in return to reassure him.

“Yeah, he just moved into the house up the lake…” Namjoon nodded, taking in this information, and you both turned to readdress the other men before you. Seokjin had made his way to his roommate’s side quickly, clearly out of breath from his fast pace, and you expected the black-haired boy to be looking at the purple-haired man. Except, he wasn’t; his gaze bore into your own as you made eye-contact and you froze, unable to look away. His eyes were onyx, so dark that you couldn’t see his pupils, and completely bottomless, as if they were a gate to the deepest part of the universe.

“What are you doing here?!” Seokjin’s voice ripped through your hypnosis as you regained some of your composure, taking in the situation before you. Your neighbor was furious; his anger like hot coals burning behind your eyelids. His hand was wrapped around the boy’s forearm as if to ensure he wouldn’t be escaping his wrath. “When I said you could go outside, I specifically told you not to wander out of our yard, Taehyung! Why did you leave?!” Despite the fuming man’s temper, Taehyung, so you assume, gave very little as a reaction. He blinked at Seokjin and then pouted lightly like a scolded child. He glanced back in your direction before looking at his feet.

“I like it here better…” The baritone of his voice caught you off guard— the softness of his masculine face led you to believe his voice would be just as soft, but you realized that deep dulcet voice was a beautiful contrast to his looks. Strangely, you felt yourself eager to hear him speak again, as if his voice held some sort of magic over you. Instead, you heard Seokjin scoff.

“And that seemed like a good enough reason to disobey me? You know you can’t just be walking around—”

“Excuse me?” You nearly jumped at Namjoon’s interruption, as you had been too consumed by the unearthly boy with the deep voice. When you looked at Namjoon, you saw the exasperated irritation and confusion you felt lying beneath Seokjin’s anger written clearly on his face. You almost wanted to laugh, except you were just as confused as he was. What was going on here? This entire situation was absurd; a strange boy wanders into your yard, doesn’t speak to you, and then your furious new neighbor comes barreling in to scold the boy who is his roommate? So much for your peaceful sanctuary in the middle of the woods.

“Oh my God,” Seokjin finally seems to realize that you and Namjoon were in attendance, and the panic again overrides his anger to the point that you want to twist your face at it as if it were sour candy. Though, once more, you were pleased to find the panic present on his face. “I’m sorry! Did Taehyung disturb you?” Said boy’s pout deepened as he snuck glances at you, which you vigorously ignored due to the strange spell he had seemed to cast on you earlier.

“Actually—” You cut off Namjoon before his temper got the best of him. He was noticeably, and rightfully, annoyed at the moment. He had come here for lunch and a meeting, not to get wrapped up in some nonsensical drama that he probably had no time for. Still, you’d like to stay on good terms with your neighbors if at all possible, so you chirped up in an attempt to mellow-out the pressure hanging in the air.

“N-no! It’s fine, we just weren’t sure who he was…” You trailed off with an awkward laugh, hoping that Seokjin’s emotions would ease up and allow you the opportunity to breath. It seemed to work fractionally as you felt a small wave of relief. There was no hope for Namjoon’s irritation on the other hand— he would likely be in this mood for the rest of the day.

“Oh! Yeah, sorry about that,” the purple-haired man let out a tense laugh. “He’s not supposed to be out too much… he’s quite ill, so he’s often in bed.” Ah, there it is again. “I guess he got a bit restless and wanted to wander.” Again, more truths, half-truths, and lies and you were unable to decipher which was what. Still, that little voice inside your head was telling you to leave it be, Seokjin’s a good person. How frustrating.

“Oh, um, well my house isn’t too far from yours…He’s welcome to stop by from time-to-time if he’s able…” Perhaps then you could better understand why you couldn’t get full readings off of him. At your suggestion, you saw the boy in question look up at you, suddenly, with a child-like hope shining on his face. He was almost… cute. His hope was crushed, however, when Seokjin attempted to refuse your offer.

“No, I wouldn’t want to impose,” He looked at Taehyung, who looked back at him with the pout he had been sporting earlier. A melancholy leaked into the air slowly, something along the lines of remorse. At what you couldn’t place, but it was an unexpected emotion from the man who seemed to have no shame.

“It’d be no problem… It��d be nice to have company every once-in-a-while,” You assured him that having the sickly boy over wouldn’t be an issue, but it seemed to do very little to persuade him. Still, he seemed weak to Taehyung’s pouting face as you felt his resolve melt a bit.

“Well… we’ll see…” He said, looking back at you. Taehyung looked back at you as well, pout gone and entire demeanor brighter, sharp blips of excitement popping in the air like fireworks. He was cute. Namjoon, who had been standing grumpily at your side as you attempted to sooth the parties involved in this incident, had become quite impatient, and while you felt bad, you also knew that a smile was spreading onto your lips at his expense.

“Well, just know that it’s okay with me!” You placed your hand on Namjoon’s shoulder, getting the full brunt of his frustration though it was no less amusing to you. “We should head back in and finish our meeting,” You felt a string of emotions rolling off your tall friend that could all be condensed into the word ‘finally.’ Seokjin nodded, sliding behind Taehyung to grasp his other arm before he turned the both of them and began pushing the boy along back towards their house.

“I need to get him back home anyway,” He smiled— charming, lovely, and not completely sincere— and Taehyung sent you what you assumed was his signature pout. “Sorry for taking your time!” You wanted to laugh at their antics, but instead sent a friendly wave.

“It was nice to meet you, Taehyung!” You called after them, and you swore you saw his shoulders tense a bit. Once they were down the lake’s shoreline and out of view, Namjoon turned to you with an unamused face. You could only shrug, not knowing what exactly he wanted to hear from you, and he heaved a loud sigh and rolled his eyes.

“I still have a little time left. Let’s go talk about that book, shall we?” He said gruffly, making his way back to your house.

Ah. Right… about that…

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[angrylizardjacket]

Run to Paradise {Nikki Sixx} Part 32

32. if we go down then we go down together

Summary: lola meets nikki's mom, gets a promotion, and tommy plays nurse, oh my!

Warnings: heroin use, mild gun violence, uhhh, lime i guess? like sensuality.

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{ MASTERLIST }

Nikki throws himself into his heroin addiction like his life depends on it, if only to be able to make it through a conversation with Tommy without blurting out that marrying Heather is a huge mistake.

"It's his mistake to make," Lola had to remind him, her touch gentle against his heated skin. Nikki, unaccustomed to not getting his way, and with a newfound sense of jealousy, is not handling it well. He alternates hot and cold whenever he interacts with the drummer, icing him out one minute, acting like they're closer than ever the next, and Tommy, ever the lost little puppy, is drowning in confusion.

"Is he on something new? Is it the zombie dust?" Tommy asks, slinging his arm around Lola as he murmurs to her conspiratorially. Lola's skin burns at the contact, but she refuses to let it show. He was hanging around her, he was touching her again, she'd take anything she could get.

"He's going through some stuff," she said with a tight smile, and Tommy makes a noise like he understands, "hey, if he - or you - need anything..." Tommy trailed off, but Lola understood, and she gives him a gentle thanks, and steps out from beside him. Things between them have been better, thankfully, but right now Lola's got bigger things to worry about.

The last thing Nikki needs in the middle of his sexuality crisis and having to watch one of the people he loved marrying someone else, was Doc's misguided attempts at being a good Samaritan. Doc had learned the hard way that to surprise Nikki or Lola, he had to keep the secret from both of them.

When Doc knocks on Nikki and Lola's door a few days before the end of the tour, just a week before Christmas, it's after a hard night of partying; the phone's ringing, Lola's already itching for a hit by the time she jolts awake to Doc's shouting.

"Answer the door, Sixx," Doc calls through the door, and Lola groans as Nikki swears beside her.

"It's our morning off," Lola whines, turning and burying her face into her pillow.

"When did we get food?" Nikki asks blearily, pushing himself up off of the mattress and the half-eaten burrito he had been lying on.

"Vince's suggestion," Lola mumbled, barely coherent, into her pillow.

"Fuck you both; Lola, I know you're in there," Doc continues banging on the door, but Nikki stands, delightfully pantsless, and makes his way to the door, grabbing a half-finished drink from the table on his way.

"Alright, asshole, calm down," Nikki snaps back as he opens the door to an already fully dressed Doc waiting for him. There's a long pause, followed by the faintest exasperated groan from Doc.

"Clean yourself up, you've got a visitor," his gaze flicks to Lola, stark naked, laying starfish on the bed with her pillow around her head to block out his voice, "I think you'll want to bring her too."

Nikki closes the door on his face, but complies.

"It's probably a reporter," Nikki doesn't even bother to shower before he's pulling on a pair of leather pants. Lola shakes her head beneath the pillow, enough of a movement that Nikki can interpret.

"Doc would have told me if it was," she tells him, before heaving a sigh and herself out of bed. They get dressed in mutual annoyed silence, broken only by Doc occasionally telling them to hurry up. Lola's wearing one of Nikki's singlets tucked into a miniskirt, while Nikki's wearing a polka dot shirt that neither of them will admit to owning, though they both look very good in.

Finally, as they open the door, Doc looks them both over, like a parent checking his children look presentable enough for their first day of school.

"Wash your faces," he instructs.

"Eat my ass," Lola snaps, right at the same time as Nikki tells him to suck his dick. Doc looks pained.

"Him I understand, but you? You've been doing so well," Doc sighed, his voice full of gentle disappointment, but Lola just crossed her arms; Doc's gaze flicks for a moment to her chest before her lets out a noise of annoyance, "and wear a damn bra; can this please be the one hotel lobby that doesn't see your nipples?" Nikki snorted a laugh at that.

"It's my morning off, you jag," Lola tells him, cocking her hip.

"Wash the puke off your face," Doc ordered the both of them, and reluctantly, they both stepped back, once more taking the satisfaction of slamming the door in his face. On the bright side, however, as Lola pulled on a leather jacket in favour of a bra, she hears Nikki going through his luggage. Once she turns to him, she sees him silently pull a needle and baggie from his luggage, waving them enticingly.

"Fine!" Lola shouts at the door, feigning anger, but her expression reads delight as Nikki searches his pockets for a lighter. They head to the bathroom, turning on the sink to mask the noise as they liquefy their heroin, and Lola sits up on the bathroom counter. She slides her skirt up until it's up around her hips, and Nikki leans into her, crowds her against the wall with his hand warm on her thigh, kissing her roughly. Lola sighs gently into his mouth, and when he breaks away to concentrate on injecting her, she lets her head fall back against the wall as the needle pierces her thigh, and the drugs flood her system.

When she opens her eyes, she sees Nikki watching her with a intense gaze, but gentle amusement, adoring how relaxed and trusting she was in these moments. He quickly refills the needle, and holds it out to her, offering his other arm. He braces against her thigh with his other hand as she injects him, and after capping the needle, the kiss they share is surprisingly tender.

With little more preamble, mostly due to Doc yelling that this face washing was taking too long, they did, in fact, was their faces and leave, looking as respectable as they could manage, despite Nikki bringing a bottle of JD with him. Both still mostly annoyed with Doc for ruining their sleep in, both Nikki and Lola are silent on the elevator ride down. As the doors open, however, Doc explains.

"Your mother called, Nikki; she asked to come to a show," he explained, and every muscle in Nikki's body seemed to tense at once. Like an icy wind had blown in, both he and Lola could feel the whole world shift to something wrong, "so I thought, with it being the holidays and all -" Doc seems so pleased, so self satisfied, as if he didn't have Nikki's personal devil smiling at the three of them like she's happy to see them.

Deana Richards stands and smiles and opens her arms for a hug from Nikki, approaching him like she has any right to, while he's frozen to the spot, looking more ill than usual.

"Merry Christmas, Frank," she tells him, and even Lola recoils at that, lip curled in a silent sneer at the woman.

"That's not my name," Nikki tells his mother as she hugs him, but he doesn't push her away, his grip white-knuckled on the neck of the bottle he'd brought. Lola's hands are in fists by her side, like she's aching for a fight, but this isn't her battle.

"My baby," Deana murmurs into Nikki's hair, holding him close. Nikki's heart aches with old, still unhealed wounds, as he leans into her embrace, just a little. "That song," his mother starts, stepping back a little, eyes wide and curious and gentle, "the one about looks that kill," at the mention of the song, Nikki's eyes flick to Lola, who's watching with a thinly veiled disgust, "it's about me, isn't it, Frankie?" But his mother draws his attention back, and Nikki feels the deeply buried rage and hurt simmering suddenly just beneath his skin.

He steps back, and her expression falls, from warm to uncertain, and she calls him Frankie again in confusion. In a split second, everything about Nikki changes, contorts with rage.

"That's not my fucking name!" He hollers, and throws the bottle to the ground, shattering it instantly before he storms off, and Lola wants to chase him, but Doc's after him and Deana says her name.

"That's what they call you, right? Lola?" She asks, and it takes everything in Lola's being not to sock the woman in the face, "his girlfriend?"

"I'm his partner," Lola spits icily, before turning sharply on her heel and stalking towards the sounds of Nikki's anger.

"You are not my fucking father, and you are not my fucking friend," he's turned on Doc, anger and betrayal in his eyes, in his voice, in his heart, "you're just another leech with your hands in my pockets who wouldn't be standing there right now unless you were getting something out of it, so just fuck off, Doc," Nikki snapped, bitter and hurting. When Lola reaches for him, her hand finding his, he flinches away for a moment before he sees it's her, and something in him relaxes, just a fraction. After a beat, he grabs Lola's hand and leads her to the elevators, all but yelling over his shoulder.

"Lo, you're our manager now; Doc, you're fucking fired."

It's not as simple as that; there's more signatures required than days in the year, and the rest of the band are hesitant. Mick, especially, trusted Doc to know what he was doing, and takes more than a little convincing; it's only with Lola promising that she's turned over a new leaf, and that she wants what's best for them, that he finally stops his quiet campaigning to rehire Doc.

Once the tour ends, she visits Doc, but he seems surprisingly nonchalant about it.

"I think if anyone can get them all in line, it's you," but she can sense the caveat he's working up to, "but that's only because you, more than anyone else, know who they really are." He hands her a hefty stack of folders, "this contains every contact I had for them, every schedule, every note I've ever taken for or about those assholes, as well as lists of venues they're banned from, parental watch groups that hate them, publicists and photographers who refuse to work with them, and hotels they have owed money in the past but somehow still let them stay there."

After a moment of strained silence, Doc steps back, leaning against his desk with his arms crossed, giving her an appraising look.

"If you and your heroin addled, self sabotaging boyfriend make it through the next year alive, I'd wager you'd be unstoppable," he says, with a blunt honesty, and Lola frowns, but he barrels on, "I'll call Tom Zutaut and tell him I've handed over all the documents; he'll call and set up a meeting with you in the next few days."

"I didn't think I'd be sad to see you go," Lola tells him, but she shrugs after a moment of consideration, "and I'm not." But it's with a well worn fondness for the end of their routine.

"Working with you was one of the most painful experiences of my life, Lola," Doc tells her honestly, and Lola can't help but grin at that. After a moment, however, Doc's voice softens, "good luck, Miss Gone; I'll see you in hell," which would have made her laugh if it wasn't so heartfelt and sincere.

"See you in hell," she tells him with a warm smile, and leaves, closing the door on their bittersweet goodbye.

Lola all but drowns in paperwork, even with the tour at an end, she's trying to follow Doc's scheduled for their next album, working around Tommy's upcoming marriage. The label wants them back in the studio within six weeks of the tour ending, and Lola's fighting to keep up. She turns one of the spare rooms into an actual office, gets herself a business phone line, and starts getting tabloids delivered so she can keep a track on the band's public image through outside perspectives. She's getting calls from across the world for people wanting to interview the band, even her, and learns the hard way that Doc had been the one dealing with the band's fanmail. So now she's got a P.O box, and has to collect the mail daily, both fan and business inquiries, until she has to get a second P.O box, and make a whole new set of calls informing anyone wanting to work with the band, where to send their mail.

A month has passed before she realises, a month spent in a haze of work and heroin; Nikki's been spiraling in her peripheries, but she can't help him, he won't let her help him. He's icing her out, and so while Nikki's been locking himself in his cupboard, paranoid at all hours of the day and night, Lola's been feeling a little like Atlas, the weight of her world on her shoulders, the band's future.

The incident with Nikki's mom had broken something inside of him, something he didn't even want to consider fixing for reasons unknown to Lola. Couple that with Lola's long hours alone in her office, and Tommy being preoccupied with Heather, Nikki was on a knife edge.

"I'm losing you both!" He shouted at her through the cupboard door, paranoid, shaking, when Lola had just been trying to comfort him.

"Babe, you're not losing me, and you're not really losing -"

"Don't fucking lie to me, Lola!" Nikki had hollered, before growing worryingly quiet, "you're working with them." He hissed.

"Who?" Lola sighed, and Nikki practically snarled at her.

"They bugged the house, but I was too quiet so they want you to rile me up!"

"Nikki -"

"Get out!" Nikki shouted, banging on the closet door, effectively scaring Lola, making her jump, "get the fuck out!"

Nikki's been festering in his heroin-induced paranoia, trying to lock Lola out, interrogating her when she gets back about where she's been. She's been sleeping on the sofa more often than not, alone, while Nikki lays mostly catatonic in the bedroom closet. As Nikki relies more on the drug, Lola finds she's using it less, afraid of what Nikki's become, afraid she might become that herself.

It comes to a head the day Nikki fires at her through the front door after she gets back from the post office, telling her to get off his property, that she was a spy for the government, or Doc, or his mother.

"I've been in your office! You have my face in there a thousand times over! It's obsessive; you're obsessed!" He snarls, and Lola rests her forehead on the door.

"I'm your manager, I'm compiling articles on the band, baby, please," she tries, but it's clearly not the right answer. The bullet grazes her arm.

She doesn't know where to go. Reasonably, she should go to the police, or to hospital, or to Mick to have some kind of sense talked into her. But her nerves are shot raw, and there's only one person she trusts with her emotional state like this, the only person other than the man who'd fired at her.

"Nikki's locked me out," Lola's looked almost guilty standing in Tommy's doorway, with tear-stained cheeks and a trembling lip. There's a stack of letters in her hand, and her arm's bleeding.

"Holy shit, are you okay?" Is Tommy's first question, but Lola still won't look at him.

"He's acting paranoid," she swallowed hard, "threatened to shoot me if I opened the front door," Lola's voice is barely a whisper, "he did shoot me, a little," she admits, turning her arm so he can see where the bullet had grazed her, "he's scaring the shit out of me, I didn't know where else to go." It's like it's hard for her to admit, and there's an unfamiliar sincerity about her vulnerability. This isn't a ploy, she isn't trying to manipulate him, that much he can tell.

"He could have killed you, Lols," without thinking, he's inviting her in, stepping aside, his hand on her shoulder, warm and familiar.

"I know," her voice is weak, and he leads her through to the bathroom. She sits up on the bathroom counter as he goes to find Heather's medical kit. For a moment, with the water running, and him tending to her wounds, so gentle and no nonsense, Lola's hit with a wave of deja vu, of nostalgia for a time long past, and in an instant, her expression crumples as she can't even hold back her tears.

Tommy panics, still trying to apply cream and bandages to her upper arm, while Lola sobs beside him.

"How did we all get so fucked?" She demanded, "how did we go from being those kids in that shithole apartment, to this?" But he doesn't have an answer for her, just keeps tending to her, "how did I ever let myself hurt you?" She hears herself saying, and Tommy hands still where he's wrapping a bandage around her arm.

"We've all made mistakes, Lols," his voice is gentle, and he carefully makes sure the bandage won't come loose. As soon as her arm's free, Lola crumples, hunched over, her head in her hands.

"I'm so sorry I'm here, Tommy," and she means it when she apologises, "I know Heather doesn't like me, I just..." there's something that warms his heart, how she still trusts him so completely, even after everything.

"Heather's filming in New York for a few days," he tells her gently, wrapping his arms around her, "and you're always welcome here." They stay like that for a long while, together, Lola weeping and Tommy gently rubbing her back.

"I can't believe he shot at you," there's an anger in his voice that Lola hadn't been anticipating, and his grip tightened for a just a moment. But then, as soon as she'd heard it, it had passed, and Tommy stepped back, his grip gentle as he took her hands, "come on, Lols." Pulling her to her feet, he lead her to the living room, to the big, plush sofa there.

He bundled Lola up in blankets, with as many pillows as he could find, trying to make her comfortable as she still sniffled.

"Heather's got a whole bunch of girly movies," he explained, kneeling by the VCR cabinet, "we could watch -"

"Do you have Pinocchio?" Lola asks, voice small and watery, to which Tommy gives pause.

"Pinocchio?" He asks tentatively. Lola nods. Expression apologetic, he shakes his head. "I don't think anyone I know has it."

"I do," Lola says quietly, as if almost to herself, "bought it for myself for Christmas a few years ago; they only sold it for about a month and a half." She looked up, as if remembering Tommy was still there, "what's your favourite? I'm happy to watch that."

"I never took you for a Pinocchio fan," Tommy muses with a half smile, glad, more than anything else, that she'd stopped crying.

"It was dad's favourite; we'd go and see it every time it released in theaters."

"Dude that's adorable," Tommy told her with an affectionate sincerity.

"I know," Lola said with a faint, pleased smile, before brushing it off, "I don't care what we watch; you pick."

When she asks why he's being so nice, so accommodating, Tommy admits to missing her, to missing his best friend, though that's said with a moment of discomfort. He misses Nikki too, but now's not the time to talk about him. Instead, he asks what the letters were that she'd brought, and Lola's more than happy to tell him about how much fanmail the band gets.

They read through the letters and postcards, both adoring how earnest a lot of the words were. Lola had planned the sit the boys down to sort through and respond to any that caught their eye, and send generic letters back to those that didn't, but she and Tommy work through the few she'd brought that day without any fuss. The fans get to know that one of Lola's favourite movies is Pinocchio, while one of Tommy's is the sound of music, and Lola finds herself enjoying the work more than she had in the past month.

They get Chinese for dinner, and Tommy lets Lola eat most of the spring rolls, and they drink beer and watch TV and it almost feels like old times. They talk together, laugh together, and as the night wears on, Lola finds a familiar comfort in how sleepy she gets with her head on Tommy's shoulder.

A yawn escapes her, and Tommy moves automatically, moving her so she could lay her head in his lap, his fingers carding through her hair.

"Can I ask you something?" Tommy asks, only half paying attention to the ads.

"Of course," Lola says around another yawn, shifting to make herself more comfortable.

"You were just... just so okay with like, dating me and Nikki and Vince," he mused quietly, and Lola's not sure what to say to that, "and we were okay with it, but like, it could have been weird, but it wasn't."

"I know, I was there," Lola tells him with flat amusement, and Tommy laughs, giving a gentle, absentminded tug on her hair, to which Lola has to stifle a quiet groan.

"How did you know it was okay? To love all of us?" He asked, and Lola swallows, trying to find the right words.

"I didn't," she admitted, "I was just very, very lucky."

"Didn't what? Know if it was okay?"

"Know if it would work out," Lola clarifies, shifts a little, and Tommy's hand rests still in her hair, "but it did."

"And you just knew you loved us all?"

"I knew I wanted to be with you all, be friends, be fuck buddies, be, you know, more; the love came later." Lola turns now, from her side to lay on her back, to look up at Tommy with wide, curious eyes. He was looking back down at her like he hadn't in a long time, and his hand cups her jaw.

"Is it easy to love more than one person?"

"As easy as breathing, if you really do love them," Lola tells him, leaning into his touch.

"Can I ask you another question?" His voice is quiet, Lola nods once. "Did you really love me as much as you love Nikki?" Lola's breath catches in her throat, and suddenly her mouth feels dry; he's running his thumb so softly along her cheek bone, his other hand resting on her hair.

"You don't want me to answer that," Lola says, weakly, and something about Tommy's expression darkens as he jumps to conclusions.

"Because it's no, isn't it?"

"Because we're both weak, you know this, drummer boy, and you're about to get married, and- and-" but the dam breaks and there's tears in her eyes but she can't look away from him, "of course, Tommy, of course I love you as much as I love Nikki, but it doesn't matter now -"

He kisses her quiet, leaning in until she props herself up and meets him half way, kissing him hard. They fit together like they were designed to be in each other's arms, and Lola hates herself for what she's doing, how weak she's being, but to know that he still loves her, even a little, enough to still want her, she'll take it.

His touches make her feel like porcelain, like he thinks she's moments away from shattering, and perhaps her mind is, but her body is a different story. But she finds she doesn't mind, likes how tender he is and how gentle she wants to be in return, wants to tell him she still loves him with her fingertips on his skin when the words won't come out.

They make love like Lola hasn't in a very long time, precious and intimate, yet fully aware of how wrong this situation was. There's a mutual sense of regret shared in the shower, and Lola sits on the bathroom counter in the nude, not meeting Tommy's gaze as he redresses her wound.

"Did you come here for this?" He asks, voice a little guarded, and Lola swallows hard, shaking her head.

"No," she tells him honestly, "I just needed to be with the person who makes me feel the safest."

She stays the night in his bed, wrapped up in his arms, his warmth, his scent, and it feels like home. He offers to let her stay longer, but Lola rejects his offer, tells him she needs to head home and try and see if she can help Nikki.

"He shot you," Tommy frowned.

"He's going through a state of drug-induced psychosis, he needs help," she tells him gently, and Tommy nods, but then reconsiders.

"How do you know that?"

"Family history of psychosis; I researched a shitton about it after Doc pulled up all that info on my family," Lola explained. As she goes to leave, Tommy catches her good arm, and pulls her in for a hug, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Be safe, call me if you need anything," he tells her, and Lola steps away, sad smile on her lips.

"You know, we really need to learn to let go of each other;" Lola's smile doesn't reach her eyes, "you should be happy with Heather."

"So you're allowed to love more than one person, but I'm not?" The heartbreak reads on Tommy's face clear as day, and Lola can't look at him.

"It's different," Lola's voice is gentle as she finally gets to the door, "it would be different if Heather liked me."

"Would it?"

"If you wanted it to be."

Lola gets home to Nikki almost crash tackling her in an attempt to give her a bear hug, as he was shaking, muttering about how he'd thought he'd lost her, that she'd been taken. Lola kisses him gently and hides his gun, and when he offers her heroin, she takes it, if only to forget the feeling of Tommy's lips on her skin, and the sadness in his eyes when she'd left.

Going to his wedding wouldn't be fair on either of them, she needs to let him have his happy ending without her.

#nikki sixx #tommy lee #tommy lee imagine #nikki sixx imagine #nikki sixx x oc #tommy lee x oc #the dirt #the dirt imagine #motley crue #motley crue imagine #the angry lizard writes

[cammi-writes]

Title: Puppy Love

Parts: part 1 | part 2

a/n | warnings: gun violence, descriptions about blood, torture, death | alternate universe where Steve never went back in time and Tony never fucking DIED. 

Fandom: MCU

Pairings: Howard Stark x Reader , Bucky Barnes x Reader , Steve Rogers x Sister!Reader

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The team sat in the main living space at the compound going about their daily lives. Not one hearing the light taps of feet making her way towards them. 

This woman had been smart enough to sneak her way into the highly guarded compound without setting off F.R.I.D.A.Y’s intruder protocols. 

If it was anyone else, they would have sneaked into the arsenal they had. Or  they would have tried to get into Tony Stark’s lab. 

But not this woman. This woman had bigger things in mind. She needed help from the strongest forces in the world. The Avengers. 

Though she had known the great Captain America before he was, well, Captain America. She knew him when he was still scrawny little Steve Rogers. 

“Mr. Stark. I don’t want to alarm you but there seems to be an unknown guest in the building” Friday’s voice broke out as the woman made her way behind the team. 

The team turned their attention to the woman, fully ready for a fight... Until they saw her face. 

“Aunt Peggy?” Tony was the first to speak. 

“Peggy?” Steve’s voice broke. 

“Hello Tony, Steve” Peggy smiled. 

“How are you- How?” Steve stumbled over his words, keeping himself on edge. HYDRA had used Bucky against him in the past, what if they were using Peggy as well?

“Well... That’s a long story” Peggy sighed. 

“You were old. You had Alzheimer’s..” Tony’s eyebrows furrowed at the sight of his father’s best friend, young and healthy. “You died.”

“I did” Peggy nodded. “But I was brought back” 

“Brought back?” Sam looked wary. Unsure of what they were supposed to do. 

“I understand that this is confusing. And for you all to understand, you’re going to have to listen without the worry that i’m here to kill you” Peggy was starting to feel her own survival instincts kick in. 

“Well I’m sorry if we’re all a bit on edge with the fact that a dead person is back from the grave” Clint spoke up, earning a glare from Mrs. Carter. 

“Have you ever heard of Project Regen?” Peggy asked the group. All confused but one. 

“Vaguely. From listening in on my father when I was a kid” Tony spoke, still keeping Morgan and Pepper behind him. 

“Howard was working on a serum for decades. A serum to reanimate the dead. To bring them back to a point in their life where they were the strongest. Physically and mentally” Peggy elaborated and when the team didn’t reply she continued. “He had thought he had reached a breakthrough the week before his death. We believed that, that was one of the reasons he was assassinated.” 

“You’re saying that Howard Stark was trying to create Zombies?” Nat raised her eyebrows. 

“He was trying to right his wrongs. Bring back the ones that died before their time. The ones that he blamed himself for” Peggy’s frowned deepened at the memory of her close friend being so eaten up by grief. 

“Me?” Steve raised his eyebrows. 

“No. Howard had made an educated guess that if your body was intact, the super soldier serum would preserve your body and brain. He was right. He just wasn’t here to see that he was.” 

The guilt that swallowed Bucky was physically showing as he remembered the way Howard spoke his name as he snapped his neck. 

“So who was he trying to bring back?” Bucky asked. 

“I need to show you, for you to understand” Peggy pulled a device. “It’s a memory broadcaster. I need you to see what I remember for you to understand why Howard was the way he was” 

Tony nodded when nobody else replied. 

“It’s very simple. These attach to my temples and...” Peggy closed her eyes after attaching the final piece to her forehead. 

“Is it gonna-” Rhodes was cut off by the small light on Peggy’s forehead, then the room was transformed around them. 

“Y/n, are you okay?” Peggy asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You spoke calmly. Your heels clicking on the busy New York street. 

“I know you had feelings for him-”

“Peggy. I never had feelings for him” You laughed. “I won’t stay loyal to a dead man but I will never put myself in the position I was when I found out he was gone. Howard and I were nothing but well what we were. There was no love there” 

“Y/n... We still don’t know if Bucky’s dead.” Peggy frowned at your blatant disregard for the information you guys had learned several months ago. 

“Oh yes, that’s right” You spoke sarcastically. You both were now standing still on the busy sidewalk. “He might be a mindless assassin working for HYDRA. How could I have forgotten?” 

Peggy stayed silent and you sighed. 

“Even if SHIELD is right. If he is out there doing the things they suspect him of doing. That’t not him. It may be his body but his mind is long gone. And I don’t think their will be any way to salvage what he lost. So he’s dead. And I’m okay with that now” You felt the hole in your heart slowly return as you spoke about Bucky that way. 

“I just.. I remember the way you were when you found out that he was gone” Peggy spoke solemnly at the memory of your heart wrenching sobs.

“That was a long time ago. I’ve been through a lot since then. The torture the military manipulated me into volunteering for to recreate the super soldier serum. The missions we’ve been on together. We’ve lost a lot of people. I’ve lost parts of myself. Now the pain of losing him and Steve are nothing but a distant memory” 

Peggy went to speak, but another voice cut her off. 

“Y/n!” Both of your eyes snapped towards Howard. 

His eyes met yours and he rushed down the steps of his house and down the sidewalk to you. 

“Y/n she meant nothing to me” Howard pleaded with you. 

“Howard-”

“No- you need to know that I love you” 

“Howard. If you love me you’re foolish” You laughed innocently. “But I know you’re just scared that I’m upset. But I’m not. We both used each other and I never expected commitment from you because that wasn’t what I was offering either.”

Howard stayed silent and you laughed. 

“I’ll see you at the lab” And then Howard watched you walk down the sidewalk and get into a taxi. 

“I really do love her” Howard turned towards Peggy and she shook her head. 

“Then you are foolish” 

“How do I prove it to her, Peg?” Howard ran a hand through his hair. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t have half naked women in your house when you know we’re coming over” 

The scene melted down around the team, leaving all of them confused. 

“Who was that?” Nat asked. 

“My sister” Steve spoke solemnly. He had spent a lot of his time thinking about his little sister and what she had been through after his death. 

He never told anyone but he still carried the letter you wrote to him after Bucky’s death, telling him to please come home safe. 

“I didn’t.. I didn’t know that she even knew Peggy and Howard” Bucky was feeling a range of emotions right now. From anger and jealousy that his girl had been with Howard Stark in such a way, to guilt and shame that he had hurt you like that. 

“They must have helped her after we...” Steve trailed off as a new scene molded around them. 

“They would make a cute couple” Daniel glanced at you and Howard slow dancing on the dance floor. 

“He hasn’t been with another woman since last year when she basically told him that she didn’t want a serious relationship with him” Peggy commented. Still astonished that her friend actually gave up his womanizer ways. 

“They look pretty serious to me” Daniel grinned as Howard gave you a kiss on the cheek and wondered off the dance floor. 

You walked towards Peggy and Daniel with a blush on your face. 

“Are you okay Y/n?” Daniel laughed at your stunned impression. 

“He told me that... that he’s going overseas for work” You gulped. “And he wants me to come with him...”

The team barely had time to react as the next scene from Peggy’s memory played. 

“I’m asking her to marry me” Howard shuffled nervously in front of Peggy. 

“When?” Peggy asked. 

“Tonight at the gala” Howard smiled. “I think it’s about time. We’ve been together for three years. Five if you count the two years she tricked herself into believing that she couldn’t love anymore”

“Congratulations, Howard” Peggy smiled and pulled him into a hug. 

“Don’t congratulate me yet” Howard laughed but Peggy heard the fear behind his humor. He was terrified that you would run away. “I need your advice first” 

“What is it?” Peggy asked. 

“I don’t know which ring to use” Howard pulled out two boxes. 

One, holding a brand new beautifully cut diamond engagement ring. Something that must have cost him tens of thousands of dollars. 

The other was an older looking ring. 

“It’s her mothers” Howard explains. “She mentioned that she had always wanted to have it. But... it’s the ring Sgt. Barnes used to propose” 

“Oh” Peggy furrowed her eyebrows. “I think you should use the new one for now because I know that she loves you and she wants to be with you forever. But that ring might scare her. Especially now that we’ve lost track of the Winter Soldier project” 

Howard nodded, a frown on his lips. But it slowly morphed into a smile. 

“Hopefully by tomorrow at this time, we’ll be planning our wedding” 

The night went on without a hitch. Until around 8pm. 

“Do you recognize that man?” Peggy’s eyes followed the unfamiliar man making his way through the crowd, towards the dance floor where you and Howard were dancing. 

Howard hadn’t proposed yet but he had mentioned to Peggy that he was going to do it on the dance floor. 

“There’s a lot of Howard’s foreign business partners here tonight” Jarvis explained, but Peggy had a bad feeling. One that she was right to have. 

It’s like it happened in slow motion. 

Howard pulled out the engagement ring, at the same time the man pulled out his firearm. 

“Howard” You spoke quietly, still ignorant to what was about to happen. 

The click of the gun, both of you turning towards the assassin.

The loud bang and the chaos. 

Your killer was able to slip into the crowd going unnoticed. 

“Baby” Howard held his hand to the wound on your chest. 

Your blood stained your white gown and Howard’s hands. 

You tried to speak but all that came out was a gargling sound and blood dripped out. 

“Baby please” The tortured sound of Howard’s voice broke everyone’s heart. “Please hold on. I need you. I love you” 

The whole room was silent as the scene melted away. 

The looks on Bucky and Steve’s face showed it all. They didn’t want to see that. 

“Why did she show us that?” Bucky whispered, the anger in his voice was there. “Why the hell did you show us that?”

Steve grabbed Bucky before he could get to Peggy. A new scene started to unfold. 

“Howard?” Peggy’s voice was soft as she opened the bedroom door. 

The stench of whiskey was potent and Howard was in bed. Unlike him for a Monday afternoon. Usually he would be at his lab. Working on inventions. 

“Howard it’s time to get up” Peggy sounded like she was in pain. 

“Why?” Howard’s voice broke. He had been crying. “There’s no point anymore” 

“She wouldn’t want you doing this to yourself” Peggy’s words were filled with her own pain for losing you. 

“She’s dead. She doesn’t want anything” Howard’s words were bitter with loss. 

“Howard don’t say that” Peggy shook her head. 

“It’s the truth” Howard sat up, giving Peggy a full view of his tear stained face. “There’s no hope for her like the hope we had for Steve and Sgt. Barnes. We hoped to find Steve. We hoped to get Sgt. Barnes back from those Nazi bastards. But Y/n... She’s gone. I felt her take her last breath. I heard her struggle to speak. I felt her blood pour out into my hands”

Peggy had her own tears in her eyes as he spoke. 

“I don’t even know what she was trying to tell me” Howard cried out. 

Peggy made her way over to him and hugged him tight, feeling his tears pour onto her shoulder. 

“She shouldn’t have fell for me” Howard pulled away with a bitter look. “It’s my fault she’s dead” 

“No it isn’t-”

“I hesitated. I should have pushed her out of the way. I should have protected her the way Bucky would have protected her. I should have given my life for hers-”

“And do what? Destroy her the way Bucky’s death destroyed her? She would have been destroyed. You did nothing wrong. HYDRA wanted her dead. They were wrong. Not you”  Peggy persisted. 

“We shouldn’t have let them go on that mission” Howard was moving erratically now. “If we never let them go. If we trained them better. Anything then Sgt. Barnes would be alive and he would have been able to protect her the way I couldn’t” 

“Howard. Howard” Peggy tried to calm him down. “Listen to yourself. You sound crazy” 

“He deserved to be with her. Not me” Howard cried out.

“You both deserved her at different times of your lives, Howard” Peggy grabbed his hand. “Honestly I believe that she loved you more than she ever could have loved Sgt. Barnes” 

Howard scoffed at the idea. 

“She loved him as a teenager. When love was nothing but flowers and chocolates. She loved him. She did. But it was a puppy love. She loved you as a woman. Knowing what she could lose and the pain she could feel. She chose to fall for you. To be with you” 

Howard stared at Peggy in wonderment at her theory. 

“She chose to risk everything to be with you. I think that’s more than she ever did with Sgt. Barnes” 

Howard stayed silent before standing straight. 

“I’m going to fix this, Peg” 

And then he walked into the bathroom, shutting the door. 

The light on the device turned off and Peggy’s eyes opened. 

“I don’t... I don’t” Steve sputtered. 

“Howard created Project Regen to bring her back because he blamed himself.” Peggy sighed. 

“After your disappearance, she was a wreck. She was working 3 jobs to support herself. On the verge of homelessness. The military approached her. They said they needed a test subject who was nearly identical to your genetics to recreate Project Rebirth. They tortured her for months. And she tried to back out but they kept her against her will” Peggy sighed. “Howard found out. Saved her. But she was altered in different ways. She worked for SHIELD because they were afraid of her capabilities” 

“The United States Military did that?” Sam covered his mouth and Peggy nodded. 

“The three of us were close. They were closer. They had a fling for about 2 years before she went off with him to Europe for work. They came back a year later official. And then she died” Peggy explained. “She was a threat to HYDRA so they eliminated her” 

Steve ran a hand down his face. 

“Howard spent years working on Project Regen. It slowed down when he met Maria and had you, Tony. But he never stopped. About 2 weeks before he died, he mentioned that he was ready to start animal trials” Peggy explained. “Then he was dead and I couldn’t find any of the work he had on the project” 

“I’m sorry” Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m not following.”

“HYDRA stole everything he had on Project Regen and perfected it. Howard, Y/n and I woke up a few years ago handcuffed to beds. Then they would take each one of us into a room and electrocute us. They were trying to brainwash us” Peggy explained. “Then the snap happened. Enough of the guards dusted and we were able to escape.” 

“Everything was chaotic. We came to find you guys and you weren’t here. At some point, Howard and Y/n left. Said they were done fighting. I don’t know where they are now” Peggy sighed. 

“So what did you do?” Tony asked. 

“I kept track of what remained of HYDRA. That’s why I’m here. They were quiet for a long time until now. They’re planning something and I can’t stop it alone” Peggy eyes pleaded with the teams. 

“Okay. Okay we’ll help” Steve nodded. “But we need to find my sister” 

“And my Dad” Tony squeezed Pepper’s hand. 

“They’re both in danger” Steve glanced at Bucky who was staring out the window with a distant look on his face. 

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[parkshan820]

A Quiet Sunday Morning.

I don't know where this came from but I'm posting it anyway! This is a time where Alex didn't die and everything is all domestic and everyone is happy and in love.

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A Quiet Sunday Morning

Alex loves Sunday mornings. They were always so peaceful, calm like the ocean waves gently going up the shore. Loves it when he wakes up in his husband’s arms, overly warm but too content to move.

His eyes open slowly, sleep persuading him to close his eyes for a few more minutes of sleep and he sighs before turning to look at Hank. The blond slowly smiles as he admires him. God how did he get so lucky? He couldn’t stop from reaching out and brushing the soft brown locks away from his eyes, the lashes gently fluttering as he sleeps. He blearily looks around the bedroom and does a double take when the door opens and a small child starts to sneak in. The boy freezes when he notices Alex giving him a smile and the boy doesn’t bother being so quiet as he walks over to him.

“Dad, are you getting out of bed soon? Me and the others are hungry and the other adults aren’t awake.” The boy says shyly and Alex yawns as he sits up. “Yeah kiddo, what do you want for breakfast?” He asks tiredly and the boy brightens, his hawk like wings happily fluttering as they sense his excitement. “Pancakes.” He answers more firmly and he climbs onto the bed.

“Okay, how about you go tell the others that I’m awake. But remind them that others are still sleeping.” He says and the boy nods firmly before giving him a tight hug before running out of the room.

Jasper was four years old when he appeared out of nowhere one morning. The young child was crying softly, his wings tucked close to his body, as if the wings had a mind of it’s own and was trying to comfort him. Nobody knew what to do and Sean thought it was obvious to get Warren to bond with the child since he had wings like him, but that only seem to put the boy into more distressed.

Everyone tried talking to him, asking what his name was, where his parents were but they received no response, only causing the door to close in on himself. Alex was only just starting to get him to open up when Hank came in and the boy stared at him with wide eyes that were coloured like a hawk. He suddenly smiled and wouldn’t leave his husband’s side for days, causing Hank to blink in confusion but got Jasper to open up to others.

Eight days later, Jasper told everyone that Alex and Hank was his parents.

Now, three years later Jasper was the sweetest kid that everyone loves. Alex was honoured that Jasper picked them of all couples that were in the mansion. He yawns again before looking over to the brunet to see he was still sleeping.

Well that wouldn’t do.

Alex leans over to press a kiss onto his temple, causing the brunet to stir but not completely wake him up. With a huff he presses another kiss, this time onto his bare shoulder and gently shook his shoulder. “Bozo, babe time to wake up.” He whispers gently and Hank grumbles before he opens his eyes and give him a dirty look. “What time is it?” He asks and Alex looks over to the clock on his nightstand and sighs before getting onto his feet. “Nine thirty.” The brunet whines, letting his head fall back onto the pillow. “It’s Sunday.” He complains and Alex couldn’t hide the smirk.

“Yes and our son is hungry, so are the other kids. Get your ass out of bed, I’m not making breakfast for six kids alone.”

“Then tell Charles and Raven to feed their own kids.” Hank grumbles but gets out of bed anyway. Alex sighs but wraps his arms around his husband and presses another kiss in between his shoulder blades. He still couldn’t believe he was married to this man, to this incredible, smart, gorgeous nerd. Eight years of marriage and he still smiles giddy every time he thinks this is his husband.

He was so proud of him too. Hank became so confident of himself, his insecurities rarely show their ugly head anymore. He was still so proud when Hank learned how to transform himself from beast to human without any serum. It became part of his mutation that he doesn’t need to put drugs into his system anymore. Alex was still so grateful for that, it always made him nervous every time he injected himself with drugs to turn himself back into human form. Alex couldn’t help but think what would happen if he did it wrong and seriously injured himself.

Alex didn’t have to worry about it now thank goodness.

“No.” He nearly whines when Hank reached for his razor and the brunet turns to give him a look. “I like you in facial hair, makes you look hot.” He says and the brunet raises an eyebrow as he gives him an amused grin. “Are you saying I don’t look good clean shaven?” He asks and the blond scoffs. “You always look hot, you always shave it off is all I’m saying.” He says with a shrug and Hank places the razor down before turning and pull him closer to him.

“If I recall, all the girl teenagers were staring at me and you got all jealous last time I didn’t shave.” Hank says before he kisses him. “I wasn’t jealous, I just didn’t like them staring at you all dreamy eyed.” He defends and tilts his head as Hank kisses his jaw, letting him have access for more skin. “Is that so?” He asks and the blond huffs.

Damn Hank and getting him distracted and weak in the knees.

“Fine I was jealous.” He grumbles and Hank smirks. “I knew it. Now we should get to the kitchen before the kids get impatient and try to cook for themselves.” He says and Alex cringes at the memory of them walking into the kitchen that was almost on fire. “Yeah we don’t want that. Meet you in the kitchen.” Alex says before pecking him on the lips and leaving the room.

“You kids better not be trying to start pancakes without me.” Alex warns as he enters the kitchen and stops. “Nope but we did get the ingredients out.” Jasper says with a innocent smile. He narrows his eyes at them before slowly walking to the stove. The other five giggles and he slowly looks around the kitchen.

Once he ensured everything was safe he nods and grabbed the silver bowl to get started on the pancake mix, the six children crowding around him to watch. “Can we help Uncle Alex?” Olivia asks. “Hmm I don’t know.” Alex says slowly, making a big show out of it, making them giggle again. “Of course you can, pass me three eggs please.” He says and he smiles as she eagerly passes them, using her telepathic abilities to make the other two eggs float so she couldn’t drop them.

“Finn, Aurora, go wake the other adults up. Let them know breakfast is soon.” He instructs. “Okay!” The twins chime before racing off. “Woah, easy there tigers.” Hank says as he narrowly avoids being run over. The brunet chuckles before pressing a kiss onto the blond’s head and ruffling Jasper’s hair as he starts on making coffee. “Morning papa.” Jas says shyly. “Morning kid, how you sleep?” He asks. “Good! No nightmares last night.” He says and Hank grins. “That’s awesome.” He says and they both high five.

Sean groans as he shuffles into the kitchen. “Morning zombie, want some coffee?” Hank asks with a grin. “Why are you always so cheery in the morning?” He grumbles but graciously accepts the cup and hums as he takes a sip. Hank ignores him as he starts making his own cup of coffee. “I don’t know.” He says.

“Finn, Aurora couldn’t you two find a better way of waking us up?” Erik grumbles as he slumps down onto a chair. “It’s better than Finn blasting you with his fireballs.” Aurora says, smiling sheepishly. “That’s true.” He says after pausing. “Alright, who wants the first batch of pancakes.” Alex asks and all the kids raises their hands. “Hmm which one to pick.” He muses before shrugging and putting one pancake each onto their plates.

“What? There is only so much pancake batter I can put in this pan.” He says causing Jasper to giggle. “Dad we need syrup.” Jas says seriously and Hank grabs the bottle out of the fridge. “Here you are, take it easy that is all we have.” He says. “Thanks papa.”

Alex smiles as he stares at his family. God he never thought he would have this one day. He was glad to know he was wrong about some things. He turns to flip the pancakes, making sure they don’t burn when he feels Hank wrap his arms around his waist. “This is perfect, isn’t it?” He asks and Alex smiles. “Favourite part of my day.” He whispers and he could feel the brunet smile onto his shoulder and he places the next batch onto the plate. “Why are you two being so gross. It’s way too early for your sickly sweet affections for each other.” Raven mumbles. “It’s ten in the morning.” Hank states bluntly and she waves a hand at him.

“Hand this batch around?” He asks. “Yeah.” He says pulling away from him and grabbing the plate out of his hands.

Alex loves Sunday mornings. He doesn’t care that he has to wait until eleven thirty to sit down to finally eat his own breakfast. He doesn’t even mind the fact that he eats alone since everyone wandered off to do their own thing. He doesn’t care that the kids are screaming as he eats has they run around the mansion and snickering at Charles yelling to take their energy outside. He loves it, he loves it when he steals a sip of Hank’s coffee and the brunet grouching to make his own cup as he cooks. He loves it when he finally sits down to eat and Hank places a cup of coffee down for him and steals a kiss.

He especially loves it when Hank sits down beside him, even though he already eaten and decided to stay to keep him company and Jasper climbs into his papa’s lap to join in on the conversation. When it’s just the three of them sitting their patiently waiting for Alex to eat because he just spent an hour and a half cooking pancakes for everyone else to eat.

To anyone else, their Sunday morning may be loud and chaotic but to him, it was a quiet peaceful morning. It meant they were safe, they didn’t have to worry about danger lurking in the shadows, didn’t have to worry about classes they have to teach. It was about spending time together and basking in the warmth and love that is surrounding them in the dining room where the clock says it’s noon, but to them it was still morning as they talk about how they were going to spend the day together.

Just the three of them together as a family.

#halex #mcsummers #alex summers #hank mccoy #hankalex #alexhank #establish relationship #fluff #family #parkshan820 writes

[wanderbreadsworld]

Misfits Apocalypse AU Ch 4

(Told you it would be here before the end of the week! It has been done. @get-raccdd @imjustmelving )

Warnings: cussing (of course), gore? (again, not explicit)

"Mason, what the fuck?" Swagger practically yelled, waking Mason up from his sleep.

"The fuck cunts." Mason said, sitting up and putting his head in his hands.

Swagger walked over to the younger man, grabbing his hand and pulling him off the floor into a hug.

"It's good to see you Mason. Glad you're alive." Matt said, snapping Swagger out of his thoughts. Swagger pulled away from Mason, patting his shoulder in a "manly" way to try and brush off the hug he just gave Mason.

"Good to see you too. Want a smoothie while you're here?" Mason asked, pointing to the machines behind them and looking between the two men as he waited for an answer.

"You know what, that would be really nice. We haven't eaten all day." Swagger answered for the both of them, and Mason grabbed two cups to fill up with a strawberry smoothie.

"How long have you been here?" Matt asked, leaning against the bar.

"I don't know cunt. Maybe a month." Mason replied, pressing on the blender to blend the strawberries.

"How the fuck have you managed to stay here a month? Have you had to deal with many zombies?" Swagger asked over the noise of the blender.

"Not really. I do every once in a while if I make more than 2 smoothies a day. And people don't raid this mall anymore, so I don't have to worry about that." Mason replied, turning off the blender and pouring the drink in a cup before handing it to Swagger, who nodded his thanks. "Let me just say, this is the healthiest I've ever been. I take liquid shits like twice a day, but I feel great." Mason added as he put more strawberries into the blender for Matt's smoothie.

"Yeah. Drinking smoothies everyday for a month as your main source of food will do that to ya." Swagger said, taking a drink.

"Yeah. Drinking smoothies everyday for a month as your main source of food will do that to ya." Swagger said, taking a drink.

Mason mixed the drink for Matt, and handed it to him.

"Is anyone else going to show up here?" Mason asked, hopping up onto the counter to sit down.

"How the fuck have you managed to stay here a month? Have you had to deal with many zombies?" Swagger asked over the noise of the blender.

"Not really. I do every once in a while if I make more than 2 smoothies a day. And people don't raid this mall anymore, so I don't have to worry about that." Mason replied, turning off the blender and pouring the drink in a cup before handing it to Swagger, who nodded his thanks. "Let me just say, this is the healthiest I've ever been. I take liquid shits like twice a day, but I feel great." Mason added as he put more strawberries into the blender for Matt's smoothie.

"Yeah. Drinking smoothies everyday for a month as your main source of food will do that to ya." Swagger said, taking a drink.

Mason mixed the drink for Matt, and handed it to him.

"Is anyone else going to show up here?" Mason asked, hopping up onto the counter to sit down.

"Racc and JC are supposed to meet us down here. We don't know how long that will take though." Matt answered for Swagger, sinse he was busy downing his smoothie.

"And Kryoz is supposed to meet us here too. I told him to meet us down in L.A. Might as well get everyone together in one place." Swagger added, setting the empty cup on the counter.

JC, what the fuck are you doing?" Racc asked, his voice tense as he gripped the armrests of the RV.

"I'm just driving Racc." He replied, glancing at his friend, then back at the road.

"Yeah. Driving like you're fucking crazy!" Racc yelled, freaking out in his seat. In reality, JC was only a slightly bad driver, but that coupled with the fact that Racc is a little sleep deprived, made Racc think JC was going to kill them both.

"Racc, buddy. You need to go to sleep."

"And you need to become a better driver!" Racc's fingers were starting to turn white from how tightly he was gripping the seat.

"Here. I'll stop for a little while so you can sleep, and then you can drive if you want." JC offered. Racc agreed, and JC pulled over to the side of the road to let Racc sleep in peace.

"It shouldn't take them more than a week to get here, and then we can find a way to meet up with Toby and Fitz." Swagger filled Mason in on the plan.

"Right. That sounds good." Mason replied, agreeing to follow the plan. After the conversation died, Mason looked around outside the bar. "I wonder where Jay is. He should've been back by now." Mason grabbed a belt that had what looked like smoke bombs attached to it, and stepped outside of the smoothie bar, looking for Jay.

"Help!" A voice yelled in the distance. It was Jay. All three men looked at each other and ran off towards the direction the noise came from. "Mason! Need a little help here!" Jay called again.

The three slowed down to a stop when they saw Jay had climbed on the jungle gym in the children's play area, about a dozen zombies crowded around the bottom.

Mason grabbed one of the little devices on his belt, pulling it off and throwing it into the group of the undead. It went off at their feet, and covered them in a cloud of smoke.

"Dammit. Wrong one." Mason said, grabbing one from the other side and throwing it. The little bomb exploded, disapating the cloud of smoke from the smoke bomb, and shocking the zombies.

Matt and Swager ran in with their weapons to help save Jay. While Matt was bashing skulls, Swagger was yeeting zombies heads across the room with his STOP sign. Zuckles picked off the zombies that were trying to pile on top of the boys to overpower them.

It was a struggle, but they managed to kill every last zombie. Jay climbed down from the jungle gym.

"Thank you so much. I was dead meat for a minute there." Jay thanked them, looking around at all the dead corpses.

"What the hell were you doing?" Swagger asked after he played baseball with one of the zombie's heads. It flew out of the play area, and smacked against the bars of a chained off store.

"I was wandering around, looking for something other than smoothies to eat, when I came across some zombies. I distracted them from what they were eating, and they decided I was tastier, so they chased me here. Thank God they can't climb." Jay retold what happened to the boys, who listened quietly.

"Well, we're glad you're okay dude." Matt said, clapping Jay on the shoulder.

The four of them walked back to the smoothie bar that was Mason and Jay's base. They filled Jay in on the plan to stay here and wait for more of the boys before moving.

"So we're waiting for JC and Racc?" Jay asked, setting his weapon on the counter.

"And Kryoz." Swagger added.

"Right, and Kryoz. And after they get here we're going to go looking for Smitty and Carson?" Jay asked, making sure he had the plan right.

"Yup. That's the plan." Matt confirmed.

"Alright. I guess we just wait then." Jay replied, a smile forming on his face. He was happy that his friends were alive, and coming together.

#gbg #gaybabygang #misfits #misfitz #swaggersouls #swagger #inotorious #inutt #mccreamy #jay #zuckles #mason #jc the caster #jc #raccooneggs #racc #apocalypse au #apocalypse #au

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Revival of Midoriya Izuku Part 1

Alright you fuckin gremlins yall have been waiting months for this and so was I, so without further ado, heres new isntallment of demise!au fic

NOTE: THIS FIC TAKES PLACE ABOUT 9 MONTHS AFTER THE EVENTS OF ORIGINAL DEMISE FIC

you can also find it on ao3 under the same title

The interrogation room at Musutafu’s police station has long become a familiar sight for Izuku. Whether or not it was a good thing was a completely different issue. Let’s just say that the past 9 months of Izuku’s hospital free life were just an extended shitshow of t-posing at the legal system.

And in the middle of it all sat the boy himself, handcuffed to the table for probably a 100th time (‘kinky’ he said to the officer who cuffed him, and the man fled the room looking more uncomfortable than Kacchan during the ‘Bakugou shitshow’). With his mom sitting on a chair next to him, looking far too bored for a woman whose son gets arrested on a weekly basis and Trash Bandit occupying the rest of the table Izuku looks to his left, eyes meeting his own reflection in the two way mirror.

He might be handcuffed, but that’s not going to stop him from flipping off whichever officer was currently standing behind that mirror. And if he happened to be checking himself out while at it then, well it’s not really anybody’s business. Izuku’s green hair has grown out quite a lot over the past months, now reaching his shoulders and being even more unkept than usual. The brown coat from the hospital’s lost-and-found box became his second skin, and definitely needed a wash. All in all the boy would describe his look as ‘straight-outta-trash’, which also happens to be the only type of straight he is.

Izuku’s musings got interrupted as the door to the interrogation room slammed open, the sound being followed by what can only be described as a middle aged sigh of resignation and disappointment.

“Well fuck me if it isn’t my favourite detective! What’s up Tsukauchi, did you miss me?” asked Izuku with a shit eating grin.

“Didn’t have the time to, since I literally saw you yesterday. Would it kill you to stay at home and not get yourself in trouble?” asked the detective in the same exasperated tone Izuku often hears Shin use on him. Huh, they would get along.

“Honestly detective, you and your unrealistic expectations. No wonder you’re still single” replied Izuku in only a half-joking manner.

Tsukauchi opened his mouth as if to retaliate, then looked down at the sheep standing on the table and back at Izuku. He closed his mouth promptly, his face morphing into a very accurate expression of ‘I don’t get paid enough for this’.

‘They would really get along’ thought Izuku.

The detective sat down on the chair on the opposite side of the table. He took out the evidence file and laid it down on the table, which wasn’t his smartest move given the sheep that occupied most of the surface. Izuku scoffed at the offending file. Upon noticing his owner’s reaction, Trash Bandit started to chew on the papers while looking Tsukauchi dead in the eye as the man tried to pry the evidence from the sheep’s mouth.

“Do we really have to go through this every single time?” asked Izuku, motioning to his handcuffs to make a point “It’s always the same old drill, I go and do my shit, you guys arrest me, the law doesn’t account for me being quirkless, you let me go. Honestly why do you even bother at this point?”

“Because-” stated Tsukauchi as he waved around a half eaten photograph from the evidence folder “-you really outdone yourself this time!”

“I did the right thing and YOU KNOW IT!” shouted Izuku as he stood up from his seat, the handcuffs being the only thing holding him back.

“Izuku that’s not up to you to decide-”

“Don’t! I get that you work in law enforcement, but if your sense of right and wrong is dictated by the legal system then you have a moral spine of a chocolate eclair!”

“Says the troublemaker who plays a hero-wannabe in his spare time” replied Tsukauchi.

Izuku scoffed at the man and sat down once again. He turned towards his mother who rather predictably had a worried look on her face at the mention of ‘heroes’. It was still a bit of a sore topic for Izuku, even after all these months and she knew it better than anyone else. The fact that it was Tsukauchi who rubbed at the wound only made it worse.

“A hero?! If you were any good of a detective you’d know that this statement couldn’t be further from the truth” sneered Izuku.

“Then HELP me get the truth. All I know is what they showed in the news and we both know that it’s not worth much, so why don’t you tell me what actually happened?”

Well, Izuku doesn’t really have much of a choice in that matter since this IS an interrogation and all of you noisy fuckers reading this are probably wondering how he got here in the first place.

The day started out rather peacefully. Now that Izuku was homeschooled he had a lot of free time, which was definitely not a good thing and led to a boredom driven shenanigans, but more on that later. Now all the teenager wanted was to get something to eat. Preferably at a place that won’t kick him out for going in with a sheep, but well, you can’t have everything.

Izuku was currently walking through the town centre with Shin, the doctor moving almost like a zombie after his night shift at the hospital. They agreed to meet up in the morning and have a breakfast together before the morning rush began. The two were heading to a cat cafe ‘ Nyanny ’, one of the very few establishments in the city that he’s yet to be kicked out of, mainly because the cats there got really attached to Trash Bandit. Afterwards Izuku plans on hanging around UA since a friend of his will be taking the entrance exam and Izuku, being a semi-decent friend that he was, wanted to be there for emotional support.

“Can you not?” asked Shin as he pulled a cigarette out of Izuku’s mouth, who in turn looked over dramatically “Don’t look at me like this! As your doctor I can’t let you ruin your health like this in my presence!”

“You’re my psychiatrist, you’re supposed to be fixing my mental problems, leave my physical problems out of this.”

“A single cigarette can take away a day off your life, is this what you want?”

The teenager looks at the doctor with a face expression that can only be described as ‘fuck yeah’ as he opens up his backpack, retreats a pack of cigarettes, takes all of them out of the box, puts them in his mouth and lights all of them while looking Shin dead in the eye to establish dominance.

The doctor sighed in resignation “I expected nothing and was still let down” he said.

“To be fair letting people down is like my main skill” is what Izuku would’ve said if it wasn’t for the 20 cigarettes in his mouth, but that didn’t stop him from trying.

The doctor eventually gave up on lecturing the teen and the two continued their walk. As they neared the intersection leading up to the train station the streets got much more crowded, although that is to be expected. What was unexpected however was the commotion that seemed to be taking place there. With the amount of people gathered at the street you’d think Beyonce is in town and she challenged All Might to a rap battle, and Izuku would pay good money to see that shit.

Unfortunately there was no Beyonce in sight, only a fuck ton of people blocking Izuku’s way and half a dozen of police cars.

“Hey Shin, wanna check it out?”

“I’m literally on a brink of exhaustion, but sure, why not”

As the two - or three if you count Trash Bandit - made their way through the crowd, Izuku realized that whatever was happening was far more serious than he originally thought. Heroes and police alike were scattered across the whole area, civilians were screaming and something was definitely on fire. He also noticed a camera crew trying to get good scope of the whole action. All in all it was Izuku’s dreams come true.

“I’m betting you all my money that it’s another villain attack”

“First of all, you have no money. Second of all, please don’t do anything rash” begs Shin.

“I would never” says Izuku as he pulls out an axe out of his backpack.

Events like these aren’t uncommon, Izuku has seen plenty of public hero displays as they detained villains on the streets and obnoxiously gained the favour of the public eye. He’d know, he used to be one of the morons staring at them in amazement. What was unusual however was that none of the heroes were closing in on the source of this whole chaos. From where he was standing the boy couldn’t even see the villain in question, but just form people’s reactions he could tell the damage was bad. The fire prevented most of them from getting close and Death Arms was trying to keep civilians away from the area. Mt. Lady couldn’t enter the area and she got stuck the narrow road due to her size and the rest of the heroes didn’t even attempt to get closer. Cowards, was what they were, running around like a bunch of mindless lemmings.

As Izuku pushed past the crowd, dragging his doctor along he finally saw what, or rather who was causing all the havoc.

It was a person captured by what Izuku thinks is a sludge villain. Boy does that give him some late night ideas-

“Get your mind out of the gutter, you weirdo!” exclaimed Shin.

- oh, he said it out loud, haven’t he?

“Kinda hard to do when this thing looks like it crawled straight out of the gutter itself” retorted Izuku.

He then separated from Shin to try and find a police officer and get a better idea of the whole situation. Although his relationship with the cops wa far from great, they were far too busy trying to contain the situation to argue with Izuku and so he managed to find out that the villain was originally captured by All Might last year and he escaped from jail seeking chaos and revenge. The entire situation was just as cliché as it sounded.

He went back to find Shin who was currently sheep sitting for him in this entire madness and using his height to get a better look than him “I know I haven’t been up to date with all the hero stuff, but I think even I would’ve heard of this sludge” he said to the doctor.

“I remember when they were reporting it on the news” he replied “It was the day you were admitted to the ward.”

“Oh”

“Izuku”

“What?”

“I think the sludge has Bakugou”

“WHAT?”

The bespectacled man pointed towards the sludge and as Izuku looked closer, sure enough, it was definitely Bakugou thrashing around and using his quirk to try and blow himself away from the villain with little success so far.

“Huh, so that’s where all the fire came from” mused Shin.

Izuku looked down at his axe and back up at Bakugou, whose eyes were screaming for help. He had a choice to make.

“Well this has just gotten personal” states Izuku.

As he moved forward through the remainder of the crowd, he realised once again that the choice has made itself without his brain’s input, but what else is new. His mind was blank as he ran past the police tape, evaded Death Arms and went straight into the fire.

He realised how ridiculous the situation was. Here he was; a quirkless loser running head first towards the danger with nothing but an axe like an IDIOT, because a bunch of pro heroes won’t do their fuckin job. This is absurd!

Keep running!

There’s so many people around who are much more qualified to save Bakugou-

Keep running!

And they’re doing NOTHING!-

KEEP RUNNING!

“KACCHAN!”

“DEKU, what the fuck are you doing? GET AWAY!”

“FUCK THAT!” screamed Izuku as he threw his backpack at the sludge, temporarily distracting the villain “Today’s the entrance exam! I’m getting your ass out of this, whether you like it or not!”

Bakugou fought against the sludge trying to suffocate him as he took shallow breaths in between his pleas for Izuku to get away. Izuku tried clawing at the sludge without much success and the villain laughed at his incompetence.

“Silly boy~ Your efforts are useless, you might as well say goodbye to your friend now!” sneered the sludge “Look around you, all these heroes at the scene and none of them willing to get close enough to save you. Face it boy-”

Oh, shut the fuck up!

“-you’re going to die soon”

Suddenly, Izuku stopped fighting altogether. The screams of the crowd, the fire, the heroes and the cops surrounding him; they became nothing but a background noise. He stood eerily still and for a second, both the villain and Bakugou thought that he sobered up and decided that the fight wasn’t worth it, until they saw his hand; the one holding the axe shaking uncontrollably.

“You think you’re the one who gets to kill me?” asked Izuku, in a strangely calm voice laced with a drop of sarcasm.

Without any warning the boy held his axe high in the air, ready to strike. Although he looked like an embodiment of madness, his mind couldn’t have been clearer. He knew that he couldn’t inflict any damage to the sludge itself, but everyone had a weakness and Izuku was staring it right in the eye.

“You think YOU are strong enough to kill ME? Don’t kid yourself you slimefucker!!!” screamed Izuku as he swung his axe down right into the villain’s eye. The villain let out an ear-splitting screech and completely let go of Bakugou, who fell to the ground like a ragdoll trying to catch his breath. The heroes were speechless and the police was already calling for an ambulance, while the civilians screamed in surprise. Amongst the crowd stood a tall figure, who has seen more than enough and decided to step in.

As Izuku pulled his weapon out, his movements were followed by a sickening sound of wet flesh, blending in with the noises made by the movement of the sludge. He took another swing at the villain.

“Listen up you you gooey pile of shit!-”

STAB

“-If a fall from a four story building couldn’t kill me-”

STAB

“-NOTHING WILL!”

Before Izuku could take another swing he was stopped by a gust of wind so strong that the villain went flying into the sky. Izuku lost his balance and promptly fell on his ass next to Bakugou. The attack was so powerful that the sludge started to fall down like rain, putting out any remaining fire in the area. It seemed like the whole atmosphere cooled down in an instant. Both teenagers were shocked beyond belief to say the least as they looked up to see the source of the powerful blast.

Lo and fuckin behold, it was All Might himself and the whole crowd clapped. Izuku was brought out of his shocked state as the Number 1 Hero leaned down and picked the boys up as if they weighted no more than a couple of grapes.

“My boy, what you did was certainly brave, but ought to be more careful in the-”

“Zip it He Man, I don’t have time for lectures” spat Izuku, with far more venom than he anticipated. Meeting a man who used to be his idol and a symbol of his long dead dreams was not as easy as Izuku would’ve thought. It’s been months since the hospital days, but it looks like time does not heal all the wounds, at least not the emotional ones.

As Izuku became fully aware of his surroundings he realised that how much of an uproar his arrival at the scene has caused. While most of the civilians were too busy admiring All Might, the police looked like they wanted nothing more than arrest him at the spot like usual. Bakugou was strangely quiet, though Izuku brushed it off as still being in the “I almost died” shock. Izuku knew something about that.

Since the fire was put out people could move more freely and soon enough Izuku was cornered by a reporter and her camera crew. As much as he hated being put on the spot like this and he was a bit short on time, Izuku couldn't help but think bitterly about how this whole situation wasn’t HIS fault at all. He wouldn’t have to intervene if these so called pros actually did their jobs. The fact that he couldn’t see Shin anywhere in the crowd only added to his irritation. In the corner of his eye he could see the police approaching, he needed to move fast. Although looking at the reporter, Izuku thinks he might have a little fun before their race to the UA began.

He grabbed the reporter’s microphone and faced the cameras, putting on his best shit eating grin.

“You people want some news? Well here it is! You see these fuckers over there?” he asks while waving his axe in the direction of the pro heroes “They’re full of shit. They call themselves heroes, yet they stood and did nothing when my friend needed to be saved. Is this what it means to be a hero? To stand around fighting small fries, but the moment something serious happens, unwilling to step in and help those who need it? Wake up people, because this is what your tax money pays for!”

Te reporter tried to pry the microphone from Izuku’s hands and the police was coming closer, he had to hurry it up.

“I’m Midoriya Izuku, a quirkless nobody and you are watching the NHK News!” he finished off before handing the microphone back to the distressed reporter.

He grabbed Bakugou’s hand, looking around in panic for any way to leave the area quickly enough. The villain attack was close to the train station, so he wouldn’t be surprised if the trains were temporarily down. There were people everywhere and the police officers looked like they were itching to arrest him. They were running out of time, he had to get Bakugou to the exam on time. Think, a way out. Quick, no time. No path, no way-

Suddenly, the crowd parted like the red fuckin sea itself, except instead of Moses a car drove through like it was speeding to get to the mall on a Black Friday. It made a sudden turn and stopped with a loud screech right in front of Izuku and Bakugou. Izuku should probably be surprised at this point, he really should, but life was already so goddamn weird, it might as well happen. The car’s windows rolled down and Bandit’s head poked out of the vehicle.

“Baaaa”

“Holy shit, Bandit did you steal a car?”

“Don’t be ridiculous” shouted Shin, who as Izuku just noticed sat in the driver’s seat “Hurry up and get in, you two caused quite a scene!”

Izuku and Bakugou looked at each other, then back at the car. Well, they literally had nothing to lose…

“Except our dignity” said Bakugou, because Izuku still hasn’t managed to get his shit together and fix his muttering problem.

“Bold of you to assume I have dignity” he answered instead.

The two teenagers entered the back of the car as quickly as possible, with Shin flooring the gas pedal before they even managed to get the door closed.

The car made a sharp turn as they drove away from the scene like a bunch of criminals on the run.

“I’m gonna be honest with you boys, I‘m not quite sure what just happened” exclaimed Shin as he drove past a red light like it was his second nature, although it was more likely due to his sleep deprivation.

“We’re in deep shit, that’s what happened” said Bakugou.

“What else is new?” said Izuku, before turning back to Shin “Anyway, less thinking, more driving, we have to be at UA in like 10 minutes if we want Kacchan to still have a chance at the entrance exam!”

“Deku are you crazy?!” shouted Bakugou “There’s no way we can get to UA on time! We barely escaped a villain attack just now, which by the way you should’ve stayed out of-”

“IF I STAYED OUT OF THIS YOU WOULD BE DEAD!” screamed Izuku.

“WHY DO YOU EVEN CARE?!”

“BECAUSE YOU MADE A FUCKIN PROMISE!!!”

The car fell silent as Shin tried to focus on not falling asleep behind the wheel, completely blocking out the teenage drama in the backseat. Bandit was having a time of their life sticking the head out of through the window, feeling the wind in the wool, completely oblivious to the tension. The two teenagers meanwhile were busy having a stare down.

“For fucks sake Deku, is this what it’s all about? Some fuckin promise I had my arm twisted into making because you dragged my ass in front of my parents?”

“The Kacchan I know is a rude, overambitious, self-centered bastard-”

“Are you looking for a fight!-”

“-a bastard that never breaks a promise!” exclaimed Izuku “That day at the hospital...you said you would get into UA and become ‘Number 1 Hero’ regardless of what I said.”

“And you said that I’m not a hero material...” pointed Bakugou “...but those heroes at the scene were pretty useless…”

“They sure were” mumbled Izuku.

“Maybe you were right” sneers Bakugou, humourlessly “maybe being hero isn’t worth shit if a quirkless ass like you can do a better job than them!”

“That’s like the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, Thanks Kacchan!” relied Izuku in the most sarcastic tone he could utter.

Their little ‘moment’ was however quickly interrupted by the sudden turn that had them flying across their seats, which could’ve been avoided if they wore seatbelts has it not been for Izuku’s life philosophy of ‘No safety measures, we die like men’. The teenagers turned around to see what caused the sudden turn and noticed that they’re currently being chased by two police cars. And it’s not even noon yet! That’s a new accomplishment for Izuku.

At that point Shin just rolled down the window and started to flip off the police “I’M NOT GOING BACK TO JAIL!” he shouted while speeding past other cars on the road. There was something almost poetic about seeing your psychiatrist - the person whose job is to make you into a sane and functional human being- screaming at cops and accidentally admitting that he was in jail at some point in his life. The doctor then turns around and says “Don’t worry, I haven’t killed anyone” as if it was supposed to be reassuring to his patients in the middle of a police chase.

“Huh, at this point we might actually make it to UA on time” said Izuku in a rather nonchalant fashion, leaving Bakugou scandalised to say the least.

“THAT’S WHAT YOU’RE WORRIED ABOUT?! WE’RE BEING CHASED BY THE FUCKIN POLICE!”

“Well how’s that any different than my usual day?”

“HOW WOULD I KNOW? I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU IN MONTHS!”

“Can you two shut up? I’m trying to drive here!”

And with that, the car was overtaken by silence, the only thing interrupting it being the police sirens heard from the behind. For a situation as bizarre as this, Izuku felt strangely calm about the whole thing. It was almost nostalgic, getting to spend time with Kacchan in a civil manner, or as civil as they could get considering the circumstances and having Shin’s support in the strangest way possible. ‘I wouldn’t mind it if all my days were like this’ he thought while reluctantly putting on his seatbelt.

Soon enough they reached the gates of UA just as they were about to be closed. In a moment of panic, Izuku reached into the pocket of his jumper and pulled out a flask, unscrewing the cap and quickly handing it to Bakugou.

“Look we’re a bit short on time, so drink this and go kick some asses, you can process your near death experience trauma after the exam is over.”

“What is this?” asked Bakugou, rightfully suspicious of the mysterious flask that Izuku seems to casually carry around.

“The quil”

“What qui-” unfortunately Bakugou didn’t get to finish the sentence as Izuku forced the flask into his mouth and tilted his head back, making Bakugou drink all of the liquid.

“Ok, so this shit will make you see through time, but that’s normal, you can do it!” shouted Izuku as he clapped the blond on the back and pushed him out of the car.

Both Izuku and Shin watched him run up to the gate right before it closed and they simultaneously sighed in relief.

“You did the right thing” commented the doctor “Your method was questionable at best, but you did the right thing in the end. Not many people would have the strength to help someone like Bakugou.”

“I know”

“What you did was very heroic”

“Oh, fuck off!”

“...so after we parked the police cars caught up with us and they arrested us. Well, me for whatever the fuck that was and Shin for breaking some traffic laws” said Izuku as he recalled the events of this chaotic morning.

“What’s going to happen to him now detective?” asked Inko, because although she might not look like it, she was very much worried about her son, despite knowing that he wasn’t in the wrong for doing what he did.

The atmosphere in the interrogation room became tense as the Midoriyas stared at detective Tsukauchi expectedly. The man looked down at his notes, the evidence folder and sighed in defeat. They’ve been here for hours and it became clear that even the detective didn’t want to be a part of this.

“You’re a lucky kid Izuku” exclaimed Tsukauchi “The only thing we could technically charge you with would be a possession of a fixed blade longer than three inches, but even then it was used in defence of a civilian, and you better thank God that no one has bothered to fix the legal loopholes for the quirkless under the Citizen’s arrest law.”

“Does that mean I can just go?”

“Fortunately yes”

“Nice~” said Izuku “Alright then kinky bastards, uncuff me!”

Right after he said that the door to the interrogation room opened, followed by the entrance of Ignenium himself. Although the appearance of the hero was unexpected, it was definitely appreciated. You see, while Izuku does have a problem with heroes in general, Ignenium, both as a hero and the man behind the mask was one of the most kind and righteous people the boy has ever met and could never bring himself to dislike. And sure the way they met wasn’t the most favourable one, but that’s a story for another time.

“Tensei! What are you doing here?” asked Izuku excitedly.

“I came in here a while ago after making an arrest and an officer told me you got caught doing something stupid again. I couldn’t help my curiosity so I sat and listened to your story” explained the man as he pointed to the one-way mirror. He then closed in on the table and unlocked Izuku’s handcuffs from the surface “Alright let’s get you out of here.”

As Tensei took still handcuffed Izuku out of the room, Inko stayed behind to sign some paperwork that Tsukauchi tried and failed to stop the sheep from chewing on.

The hero and the teenager made their way into the main lobby where they had to wait for the keys to the handcuffs. As they stood around, Izuku with his hands behind his back they were approached by another teenager who looked vaguely familiar and very attractive, as in hot, beefy nerd with dark hair and square glasses that would help you with homework and carry you on his shoulders type of attractive. He stood tall with posture and confidence that the old Izuku could never dream of having, and one that the current Izuku had wet dreams about.

“Nii-san! Mother has informed me that you were at the station, so I came here to tell you about the entrance exam!” exclaimed the boy in the sheer volume of a person with ‘no inside voice’ while moving his hands in an almost robotic way.

“You sure look excited! Alright Tenya, tell me everything!” said Tensei and that’s when it dawned on Izuku…

“TENSEI WHAT THE HELL! Why didn’t you tell me you had a hot brother?!” he whined before quickly turning back to clearly confused Tenya.

“What’s up stud? You dropped something~” said Izuku in a clearly flirty tone as he checked the other one out.

Nevertheless Tenya still looked down in confusion at Izuku’s words, choosing to ignore the way he said it.

“What did I drop?” he asked.

“Your standards. Hi, I’m Izuku~” exclaimed the freckled boy with a shit eating grin as he brought his right hand forward that still had a pair of handcuffs hanging from it, awaiting a handshake.

The other was flustered beyond belief, while Tensei just groaned out in second hand embarrassment from watching awkward teenage flirting with his younger brother on the receiving side.

Wait a minute…

“HOW DID YOU GET OUT OF THE HANDCUFFS?”

#demise!au #bnha #fanfic #midoriya izuku #nakugou katsuki #iida tenya #revival of midoriya izuku

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               First Lines Challenge                                                        

RULES: List the first lines of the last ten stories you published. Look to see if there are any patterns that you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any! Then tag some friends.

Tagged by @monicawoe - thanks a lot! Me and my weird new fandoms...

1. Since ancient days, mankind has raised up walls against the wild at Edinburgh.  Castle Rock reared high into fierce wet Scottish winds, a natural fortress augmented by a succession of forts and castles. Below the Rock, a lower, longer wall ringed the Medieval city, and stone houses stacked higher and higher as the people clustered within for protection: protection from the English, from robbers and smugglers, from animals. From other...things, in the wild.

The Demonstration - Wonder Woman x Evil Dead (Raimi)

2. In Richard Voorhees' Manhattan penthouse, a gathering of wealthy internationals simmered like an unattended pot of pasta: steamy, crowded, promising great things to come, and about to boil over.

Kimmy Gets A Subletter! (Titus Gets A Historical Romance) - Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt x Captain America: The Winter Soldier

3. Fentanyl is the Swiss Army knife of adulterants. 

The Legend Of Hillrock Heights - All-New Ghost Rider (comics)

4. Jaime Reyes woke slowly into darkness. He felt awful, his limbs were heavy, and his thoughts had the distinct dizzy muzziness of having been dragged straight out of deep sleep. There was a phone near his face, dee-dee-dee-ing an unfamiliar ringtone. 

Wrong Reyes - All-New Ghost Rider (comics) x Blue Beetle (comics)

5. Ramón Cordova got off the metro bus at 5:15 in the morning, hitched his lunch bag around his shoulder, and walked, slow, watchful, the seven blocks up the street from the bus stop to Canelo’s Auto and Body.

Vocation - All-New Ghost Rider (comics)

6. Gunfire cracked the night in automatic bursts, fire and muzzleflare lit the plumes of smoke that rose over a ranch house in Hillyard, Los Angeles.

The Coming Of THE ORB - All-New Ghost Rider (comics) (why doesn’t this have more kudos? I dunno, maybe it’s because the young hero breaks an old man’s fingers one at a time with a wrench. All I can say is, the old guy had it coming)

7. May 12, 1994 in Los Angeles: the skies an endless blue, the air washed clean by yesterday's mist of rain, the leafy trees in full green, the weeds and desert flowers in bloom, the eternally manicured lawns and tropical gardens glowing cheerful jewel-tones. The air was sweet with a wind that swept down from the mountains. A perfect day for a drive. 

Eli, My Friend - All-New Ghost Rider (comics)

8. The air was so hot and dry that Noble Kale thought at first that he was still in Hell. A gentle, more habitable area of Hell, full of smaller, less venomous snakes and scorpions, and more abundant, less poisonous spiny cacti. 

Robbie And Noble’s Hellish Road Trip - All-New Ghost Rider, Ghost Rider (1990) comics

9. “I can’t believe how easy that was,” Robbie remarked as he chewed the cartilage off the ends of a chicken bone. His plate was piled with stripped wings, and he’d eaten all the good parts inside five minutes. “The last Horseman of the Apocalypse. After everything we’ve done—dice with Death, stealing antibiotics and sailing across Lake Eerie, killing zombies—you just punch Famine in the head and that’s it?” 

You Must Feel The Burn - All-New Ghost Rider, Ghost Rider (1990) comics

10. Mark loved reading Clive Cussler novels, not starring in them.

At This Point In History - All-New Ghost Rider, Ghost Rider (1990) comics

What I’m taking away here, is:

1. Wow, I’ve been productive this year.

2. I still do love that purple prose, don’t I?

3. Often the first line of a story will sharply contrast the tone the story ends up with. Like #10, which ends with Mark getting half his life-force sucked out by a demon.

Tagging @soulofevil, @whistlingwindtree

#writing meme #my fanfic #first lines #fanfiction

[iyliss]

Sooo @lily-liegh I finally finished writing everything for your gift >w< It ended up much bigger than expected so I have to post it here under a read more. Also I went for a travel in Paris since I know the place at least a bit, and im sorry if it isn’t always well written and has lots of mistakes...

Anyway I hope you enjoy it ♥♥♥

First, how they ended up travelling together... First was Akira, who had to go to Paris for a week for a business trip. But he managed to get paid for another week there, so he could have some nice holyday with Aoi since they never really travelled like this. But well Aoi couldn't stay alone in this city she doesn't know for the week that Akira had to spend on work... So he asked her if she had any friend or classmate who would like to come,and she invited Yusaku and Takeru.

When he heard about this, Kusanagi kindly « offered » to take care of the kids if he could come with his brother. Meanwhile, Ema kind of imposed herself and her brother in the trip because she always wanted to go to Paris (and Akira trusts her on keeping an eye on Aoi).

As for hanoi....Well, very sadly, Baira and Faust had a last minute work preventing them from doing that travel they had prepare... But it would be a shame not to use the plane ticket and hotel room ! Ryoken,what about you go with Specter ! (actually they never planned on going to Paris, they just wanted to give Ryoken some actual holydays and knew he would have never accepted directly). And it turns out they are in the same hotel as everyone else, and they kind of decided to spend the week together.

Now for the planning. Takeru absolutely wanted to go to Disney Land, Revolver wanted to go to the  Museum d'histoire naturel (natural history museum??) to find stuff to give to the other knights. Specter totally agreed with him, especially since he learned that the botanic garden was nearby.

Kusanagi basically wants to see the classic places (louvre, eiffel tower...) and take a lot of photos. Aoi secretly wants to go to Disney too, and she knows her brother will bring her to all the museums she likes anyway. Ema absolutely want to explore the catacombs and go shopping. Kengo just want to go back as soon as possible.

They somehow managed to organize everything in a single week, by allowing a day for each person who will chose where the group would go. It ended up like this :

    Sunday : the plane actually don't arrive too late but Akira spoke words of wisdom : « don't plan anything. You'll just be laying on bed all day because of jetlag. »

    Monday : a whole day for disney world. It was the most sunny day, and monday is always better than week end or wednesday.

    Tuesday : Morning for the louvre (it's a bit cloudy), afternoon for the eiffel tower (some more sun)

    Wednesday : late at night is when the catacombs tour take place, so they just kept the rest of the day empty to do what they wanted on their own

    Thursday : Shopping time ! And visiting the old paris, buying lots of souvenirs.

    Friday : Museum d'histoire naturel+botanic garden. Takeru didn't understand how it could take up a whole day.

    Saturday : Packing up, the plane is in the afternoon.

And... How each day actually went :

The beginning of the travel was pretty nice.Takeru managed to get the window seat, Yusaku in the middle and aoi on the aisle side (she asked her brother to travel with her friends). On the other side are specter and ryoken. At first Specter wanted to be by the window but he quickly felt bad so they switched. Behind was jin (window), kusanagi (middle), ema and on the other side kengo.

The first few hours were a lot of fun, they had started to play some card games, Kusanagi had food for everyone, and they took beautiful picture. The first one to fall asleep was actually Yusaku. Surprisingly, he felt very good in the plane and managed to sleep more during the travel than in the last two weeks.

Ema decided to sleep to keep a healthy schedule. She didn't, and watched stupid comedy with kusanagi for hours while criticizing everything. Takeru fell asleep while watching movies, and Aoi had to crawl all the way over Yusaku to take off his headphones which he was starting to entangle beyond recuperation.

Specter watched a 10 hours long documentary about the Amazon forest. Ryoken red a book, then slept, then tried reading again but couldn't, then started a movie he didn't finish, then slept again a bit, woke up on some turbulations, red again, and all this the whole time. Kengo said he was reading, but really he was playing with the game there was on the screen in front of the seat.

Aoi just spent most of the time half asleep, looking at everyone and listening to music when everyone was sleeping. When they arrived, she ended up the most capable with Yusaku to guide everyone to their hotel room. Though they almost forgot Takeru, who had fallen asleep on one of the subway station seat and didn't follow the group when it came.

But the magic of Disney land blessed him during the night, and he actually woke up first singing (badly) all the worst songs. Aoi, Kusanagi, Ema and Kengo yelled at him to shut up because they already started to have the songs in their head. Everyone prepared, and they arrived at the park quite early. They were expecting to see some people, but not that much crowd.... and now here comes my lack of knowledge of how this thing is like (i never went to disney land ever). So I have absolutely no idea what is really there. So sorry it'll be a bit lacking…

But anyway, they came back to the hotel incredibly tired. Thanks god they had eaten so much junk food, they didn't even need to think about a dinner.

The next day was harder for everyone. The sky was grey, and they were more than afraid to get lost once more in a dense crowd. But they still got to the museum around midday and ended up splitting up. Ema, Kusanagi with Jin, Takeru and Aoi went to see the Joconde and all the important stuff. Specter, Ryoken, Kengo and Yusaku went to visit the other less crowded flours. The first group got their great dose of selfies to expose on social media, and even ended up « retranslating » the guides speaking language they didn't know but with stupid explanations.  The second group found a nice little exposition about how middle-east prehistoric civilization were worshipping nature that satisfied everyone. They ate at the museum's restaurant and went to the eiffel tower.

And it's at this point they realized the hell that was Paris' subway. They came back to where they were countless time, had to ask many people, and spent way too much time arguing about where to go... and about how to pronounce all the exotic words

(kusanagi swore to god that « bastille » was pronounced like baseball). But they still found their way, and the eiffel tower. « It's small » said Aoi. « it's huge ! » said Takeru. « And this is where Humanity's hopeless vanity started. » said Kengo. « Look there's a colleague ! » said Kusanagi as he was reaching for the closest Hot dog van, not even minding that they ate copiously 2 hours ago.

They climbed up the tower. It turns out Specter had indeed dizziness (or vertigo ? Like when you're ill on height ? ), so he stayed on the ground with Jin who was too tired and Kusanagi who was talking business.

As they were walking on the countless stairs, Ryoken couldn't help but talk about how this was nothing compared to his own tower. Eventually they reached the top and gladly enjoyed the wonderful view. Aoi and Ema started reading some flyers they managed to find in japanese about how the tower was built, and Ryoken and Kengo got in a deep talk about how high you should climb on such a tower to start having trouble breathing. Takeru found one of those thing used to see the city closer (where you have to put a coin), that looks a lot like a big canon, and said played with it like a big big laser gun.

When everyone gathered, it was already quite late and the restaurants were all full. They got back to their hotel, found a pizza hut on the way, and watch with much incomprehension french tv shows in the same room.

The next day everyone woke up at their own pace. Aoi, yusaku and ryoken woke up quite early and decided to go buy croissants for everyone and enjoyed the grey morning together. After spending two days in loud crowds, the silent streets felt magic. When they came back to the hotel, specter had woken up and was a bit scared not to find Ryoken in the room.

After breakfast, ryoken, specter and Yusaku went around to find big book store with very specific books of their interests. They found a little shop with  old books, where Specter discovered an encyclopedia of plants from 1500~, with watercolor illustrations. Then they ate a sandwich, and went down a street with a bunch of retro video game shops and old informatic stuff. They regretted quite a bit not being able to bring back the most fragile and big pieces.

Meanwhile Aoi waited for Ema to wake up, while looking for various stores (mostly CDs). They left at the beginning of the afternoon with takeru and kusanagi. (Jin was too tired, kengo was too grumpy) they got lost quite a lot, but managed to find their way and enjoyed a nice time of trying to tell the seller what french singers aoi was looking for with the most terrible pronunciation.

They gathered where the catacombs tour started. Since there wasn't any in Japanese, they went for the English one (ryoken, kengo and Ema could both understand it well enough to explain to the others. Kusanagi thought he could too but it turned out that beside informatic words, he didn't understand English that well). Though after some time they ended up just trying to scare each other (mostly everyone trying to scare takeru). They also lost kengo and ryoken at some point. Ema thought it'd be funny to say they had been taken away by some zombies or demon. She almost got killed by specter. They eventually found them discussing French revolution at the entrance (they were bored and left).

Thursday: once again, they ended up in way too much crowd. Specter spent the whole time whining about all the people, except that moment they stopped to eat chocolate crêpes. Takeru had a little list of things he had to bring back for him and kiku. He barely bought half of it, and he spent most of his money on completely unrelated stuff(like those little metal eiffel tower). He still managed to find the hoodie he was looking for.

Kusanagi cried when he saw all the aprons there were in the souvenirs shops. He ended up taking picture of each of them and make a complicated organization to chose the ones he'll buy, two of each since yusaku needed one.

Ema bought more magnets than she had place on her fridge. She spent around an hour deciding if she should take one of those pin up lady ones. “They are so pretty! but that's still objectification of women. but they are really cute aaaah…”

Ryoken found a quite good old revolver replica and considered buying. Or more like Specter and Yusaku almost bought it for him before he allowed to gift himself with it.

Aoi tried not to buy much stuff since her brother always tell her about how all this is useless and just for tourist. She still fell for one of those little music box in cardboard boxes.

And of course they got lost countless time. And every time there was someone to say “wait let me check on my phone” to realize they had no connexion here…

When night fell, they found a nice little restaurant with traditional french dishes. Never did they eat that much cheese in their whole life.

Friday: specter was incredibly excited to see the garden, but it wasn't open in the morning so they first went to the museum. They spent hours at the place with dinosaurs bones and various animals exposed, until Specter realized it was 1 PM and he might not have time for the garden if he stayed with the others. So he went there with Aoi and Yusaku, who also wanted to see pretty flowers rather than dead animals.

There was strangely not that many people in the garden, and they greatly appreciated this calm moments after days of noisy crowds. Aoi took picture of all the colorful flowers, Yusaku red the little articles about the poisonous plants and did the little quizz with much concentration, and Specter skipped all the smaller plants and went to look at all the trees. He was very sad to hear he wasn’t allowed to touch all of them, but still took a lot of pictures and enjoyed it a lot. When he came back with a bunch of books from the nearby stores, Aoi pointed out it was all i english and he won’t be able to read them. “Don’t worry I can understand english well.” “But… you didn’t help us when we got lost?” “Revolver didn’t ask me to do so.”

The others kept enjoying the museum. Ryoken got the glorious idea to first go to the store and took his time to take stuff for each of the other knights, as there was a lot of choice. Takeru and Ema stayed at the animal section, amazed by all the wonderful creatures that lived on this earth (and takeru actually cried in the lost animals part, where it’s only species in danger or extinct). They also managed to scare Kengo with the dinosaurs reconstitution (Ema still has the recorded moment).

Kusanagi went with his brother to the geology section, and spent the whole time going for each pretty stones display wondering which one was the coolest. Also none of the three that went to the plants questioned why Takeru and Kusanagi had dino hats for the whole evening.

Saturday: Yusaku and Kusanagi woke up first. Yusaku didn’t have much stuff to put back in the bags, but Kusanagi had bought quite a lot and had to organize his luggage carefully to put everything in.  Ema thought about keeping enough space for her purchases, and managed to pack up quite quickly (tho she had to redo it completely once because she had lost her phone, which was inside the biggest bag). Revolver and Specter ended up with too many books, but by taking them with them for the travel they still managed to pack everything quite easily.

The real panic ended up for Takeru. He had bought way too many things for the space he had, so he had to organize everything like a tetris game. Despise that, he still asked yusaku and Aoi to take some of his stuff in their bags (Aoi would come back the next week so she didn’t had to pack, but she knew she wouldn’t buy much with her brother anyway).

They still came to the airport in time, could buy some food for the flight. They sat in the plain ready to enjoy the travel over the cloud once more… But every single one of them slept the whole time.

#vrains #if someone knows how disney land is feel free to help me #and happy birthday again lily ♥♥

[creativitymouth]

The World Forgetting by The World Forgotten Pt.5

A/N - This is a wild ride and it’s going to keep going up. Thanks again for the support. 

Summary: (Y/N) would do anything for her friends including strumming around in sewage. AgedUp!SlowBurn!RichieTozierxFem!Reader. 

Trigger Warning: Language, Depressive Themes, Mentions of Neglect and Abuse. 

Chapter 5

The Barrens

If you could have, you would have given into primal instinct and eaten Beverly as though you were a Zombie. Maybe even turned her so she would have to spend her days walking the earth and listening to you scold her about privacy, that’s how upset you were. Bev had walked in on you and Richie asleep together on your bed that morning and decided that making a huge scene out of nothing was called for.

“Shit!” Beverly yelled causing Richie to stir. “Oh, shit fuck, fucking shit, are you guys wearing clothes?” Richie’s eyes had shot open as he moved to sit up. “Do not move if you aren’t wearing anything Tozier! I swear!”

“I’m wearing clothes for fucks sake Beverly Marsh, calm down.” He grumbled, still slightly exhausted. Richie couldn’t figure out what the big deal was. Sure, he was sleeping next to the girl he loved, in her bed but that didn’t seem like enough to make Marsh act like she’d seen a pig anus. That’s when he noticed that you were basically under him as he slept on his stomach, your hand balled into his shirt and his arm thrown across his waist. His eyes widened, and it was his turn to swear. “Oh shit.” He mumbled. Yeah if he walked on anyone in this position he would have acted the same way.

“Shh,” you mumbled groggily, “don’t go. Sleep more. Warm.” Your hands tightened on his shirt and he stiffened.

“Holy shit.” He said again, not sure what else to do as he stared at your sleeping figure.

“I’m never going to let her live this down.” Your eyes snapped open at the sound of Beverly's voice. A second ago you had been sure it was just part of a dream but now you shot up so quickly that Richie almost fell off the bed.

“Beverly?” Your face reddened at the thought of the position you had been in, and the fact that you had spoken out loud and not in your head.

“Is it time for me to clap and say finally?” Bev asked, and you missed Richie frantically mouthing no as he shook his head behind you.

“What?” You asked as you rubbed your eyes. You looked down at Richie who was just beginning to sit up.

“Nothing.” Richie stated grumpily. “Your best friends just a fucking weirdo.” You pushed him gently on the shoulder.

“She’s my favorite weirdo.” You chuckled awkwardly, still unsure of how you and Richie had found yourselves in that position. “My favorite weirdo, who I still don’t know why she’s here.”

“Oh!” She stated, still staring at Richie strangely. “Well, I figure while you're off with the losers I could stay in my room and when you come back we could have fun.” Beverly wiggled her eyebrows at her last statement. Her idea of fun always ended with you waking up with a headache and a sore throat.

“Her room?” Richie asked.

“Yeah she has a room here. It used to be the guest bedroom, but since she’s here so often my parents let her turn it into her own personal room.”

“Those money bags are good for something.” She stated. “Well, I’ll leave you two to,” she stopped glancing between you and Richie, “whatever the hell is happening here.” She walked away, and you soon heard the bedroom door close behind her.

“So.” You said awkwardly, tapping your leg.

“Yeah.” He smirked at you. “We should probably get ready to go.” You nodded, getting up to grab his leather jacket from a chair in the far corner of the room. He raised his eyebrows.

“You mind?”

“Not at all.”

Now, you were swimming in Richie’s leather jacket, swimming in your thoughts, and walking through the barrens behind Billy to some unknown destination. You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about Richie and the could have been. Beverly was starting to get into your head. You couldn’t seem to shake the feeling of being curled up to him. For Richie it was no different, maybe worse seeing you were wearing his jacket. He desperately wanted you to know how he felt, and now he felt a glimmer of hope that you felt the same with the way. Hope was a dangerous thing and often led to heartbreak or miscommunication, but Richie decided to hold on as he recalled the feeling of your tiny fists pulling on his shirt.

“Are you in pain?” Richie asked suddenly as he made his way over to you.

“What?”

“Yeah, you know they say the fall from Heaven is pretty painful. So, I was wondering if you were okay after it.” Your face flushed bright red as you sputtered, Richie smirking down at you.

Yeah, he thought to himself, this might work. Richie was about to say something else when Stan cut him off.

“That's poison ivy.” Stan said brushing past you and pointing at a plant. “And that's poison ivy.” He continued. “And that's poison ivy.”

“Where?” You asked following behind to look at where Stan was pointing. Stepping in poison ivy, though trivial when compared to your long list of other problems, was not something you wanted to do. You always hated the feeling of being itchy and noted the lack of calamine lotion that you had at home.

“Where's the poison ivy?” Eddie cut in now, beginning to grow frantic. Where you dreaded poison ivy just for the fact of being uncomfortable, Eddie saw all the possible Long-Term Effects of poison ivy map themselves out in his head.

“Nowhere, not every fucking plant is poison ivy Stanley.” Richie said shaking his head as you Stan and Eddie all crowded around some plants.

“Ok well I'm starting to get itchy now and I'm pretty sure this is not good for me.” Eddie said looking back at Richie as he started to scratch himself. It was as if his skin was crawling just from the mention of the poisonous plant. His brain couldn’t stop itself from imagining a scenario where he fell face first, mouth opened, and swallowed some of it. That would mess up his digestive tract, and possibly his lungs maybe even leading to death. Subconsciously Eddie found himself reaching in his fanny pack to take a puff of his inhaler.

“It’s in your head Eddie Spaghetti.” You pat him on the shoulder gently, though you were sort of unsure. Stanley was good at plant recognition.

“I don’t know.” Eddie seemed worried, though he put down the respirator.

“Do you use the same bathroom as your mother?” Richie asked him. You turned to look at Stan and Bill who continued to walk towards what looked like the sewers. Your stomach turned, you were wearing jellies again which weren’t made for sewer water. Bill had not said anything about going to the sewers. You grumbled angrily under your breath but continued to follow behind him.

“Sometimes, yeah.”

“Then you probably have crabs.” You giggled slightly at the comment made by Rich.

“That's so not funny. Tell him (Y/N).”

“Not getting involved.” You raised your hands in the air before stopping next to Stan as Richie and Bill went ahead into the sewer.

“Aren't you guys coming in?” Bill turned around looking from You to Stan to Eddie.

“Yeah, just,” you looked at Stan seeing as he was the bigger of the two boys next to you. “Give me your shoes Stanley.”

“What?”

“I’m wearing Jellies and if I go in there with these on, I actually will get an infection.” You looked at him with large pleading eyes. He sucked his teeth at your expression before looking away and back into the sewers.

“Then what will I -”

“My jellies.” You smiled at him. He blanched for a few moments, looking around at the other losers. No one made any attempt to help him and he sighed.

“Oh, for fucks sake, fine.” You beamed as he grumbled swear words under his breath. He hands you the white converse and then steps on top of your blue jellies so that his feet aren’t touching the ground. He was marveled by how small your feet were. He might have well been standing on the floor, the jellies didn’t support any harsh movements.

“Stan the Man!” You say teasingly as you put his shoes on and walk inside of the sewer. Stan lets out another loud audible sigh as he watched his white converse turn into a murky grey. You were stumbling in the too large shoes, unable to walk properly. Richie grabs your arm to keep you from falling face forward into the water, and his other hand holds a flashlight. Eddie doesn’t miss this and smirked to himself before coming back to the problem at hand.

“That's greywater.” Eddie said looking at you all moving around inside the sewer. You didn’t have a task, so you hung back next to Richie, giving Bill the occasional glance.  

“What the hell is greywater?” Richie asked.

“It's basically piss and shit.” Eddie continued, as Stan watched you ruin his converse. He wondered how he was going to explain the mess to his Dad. “So, I'm just telling you…” Eddie watched as you took the flashlight from Richie's hand. “You guys are splashing around in millions of gallons of Derry pee.”

“Are you serious?” You asked feeling slightly grossed out. You took note, that Bill wasn’t being very talkative today, maybe it had something to do with the searching for Georgie. Or maybe it was the recurring arguments with his parents. Suddenly, Richie picks up a stick and fishes in the water for some soggy material before pointing it in Eddies direction.

“Doesn't smell like caca to me, Señor.” You laughed out loud at Richie, who turned to you with a mischievous smile on his face.

“O-o-okay I can smell it from here.” Eddie backed away, his hand on Stan's upper arm.

“It's probably just your breath wafting back into your face.” Richie added.

“Have you ever heard of a staph infection?”

“I'll show you a staph infection.” Richie shoved the stick towards Eddie again causing you to laugh more.

“That's so unsanitary.” Stan muttered, uncomfortable on top of your jellies. He would never be able to understand how you could walk around in those shoes all day.

“These...” Eddie paused taking in a small breath. “You guys are like swimming in a toilet bowl right now.” Eddie continued, not letting up on his point about the dirty sewer. “Have you ever heard of listeria?

“Guys!” Bill yelled out suddenly, indicating he found something. All eyes turned to him, watching silently as he lifted a dirty sneaker. You inhaled a deep breath, fear stirring in your stomach.

“Shit.” Richie commented, his saucer eyes growing larger. “Don't tell me that's…”

“No. Georgie was wearing galoshes.” Bill responded, and you exhaled in relief before another question plagued you.

“Whose sneaker is it?” Bill opened it up to show you the initials inside.

“It's Betty Ripsom’s.”

“Shit!” Richie said again.

“Shit, oh god, oh fuck” Stan was inching away from the sewer opening, his face turning sickly green. He was nervous, you all were. There was a missing girls shoe in the fucking sewer. You were all only 16, and you weren’t the fucking scooby gang.

“I don't like this.”

“How do you think Betty feels,” Richie snapped suddenly, “going around these tunnels with only one fucking shoe.”

“What if she's still here?” You whispered quietly, looking down the tunnel. Wondering if maybe Betty Ripsom was feeling as alone right now as you found yourself feeling at night.

“My mom will have an aneurysm if she finds out we were playing down here.” All the boys looked at Eddie, but you suddenly felt a pull. You started to slowly walk past Bill, to hopefully find the lonely Betty Ripsom, a kindred spirit. Find me, find me, find me. Echoed in your head as your heart began to beat rapidly. You could have sworn you saw a singular red balloon floating in the dark. “I'm serious.” You squinted still inching forward slightly towards the balloon. You hadn’t noticed how far you were going.

“(Y/N)?” Stan said your name suddenly and you stopped moving. Your lashes fluttered as you turned around to look at the boys. You wanted to ask if they had seen the strange balloon as well.

“If I were Betty Ripsom, I would want us to find me. Georgie too.” Bill said without stutter. You glanced at the balloon one more time wondering its significance. The balloon popped causing you all to jump and you quickly walked back to the group. The sewer was now accompanied by an eerie feeling, the balloon almost like an omen. You weren’t the only one who felt it, it had creeped the entire group out.

“What if I don't want to find them?” Richie said, and Bill looked crestfallen. Balloons didn’t just find their way into sewers. “I mean, no offense, Bill, but I do not want to end up like,” he paused considering his next words, “I don't want to go missing either.” Only that wasn’t Richie's real fear, he had seen you inching farther down the sewer pipe towards the impossible balloon, though he had chosen not to say anything. He was afraid your hero complex and curiosity would cause you to be one of the next missing kids. And Richie wouldn’t survive that.

“He has a point.” Eddie said.

“You too?” You looked at Eddie pointedly, the voices in your head quieting down enough to engage in conversation. You wanted to continue down the sewage pipe, find Georgie and Betty Ripsom and bring them back to the souls that were lost when they went missing.

“It's summer.” Eddie looked away from your prying eyes guiltily. “We're supposed to be having fun. This isn't fun. This is scary,” Eddie shuddered glancing once more at where the balloon had been “and disgusting.”

“Guys, what if it was one of us who went missing? Wouldn’t you do anything to find them again?” The 3 fearful boys looked away. “I know I would, I know Bill would.” They didn’t say anything, choosing to stay quiet. “Richie?” Richie looked up, making eye contact with you finally. He thought of you going missing, and his stomach churned.

“Fuck,” he sighed “yeah, I would.”

“Okay so -” Your voice cut off as a splash was heard. The losers club all glanced at each other before scattering to the edge of the sewer. You gasped when you saw Ben bleeding out into the small river.

“Holy shit, what happened to you?” Richie asked.

“Ben!” You screeched running down towards him. “Benjamin Hanscom, what happened?” The boys all look at you then at each other, since when did you have friends outside of them and Beverly? How did you even know this kid?

“Since when does she have a life outside of us.” Richie grumbled to Stan who just shrugged.

“Richie!” You yelled, and Richie jogs down towards you. “Lift him up, we’re taking him to the pharmacy.” Richie groans causing you the glare at him. “All of us!”

“Wait,” Stan whined as you shifted Ben and tried to get Richie to carry him, “(Y/N), wait, my shoes!”

The pharmacy visit, was to say the in the least, frustrating. Richie and Stan argued for a good 10 minutes about who would have to drive Ben, eventually it was settled on Richie since his car was already banged up. You had forgotten to give Stan his converse back and he had scolded you for allowing the bottom of his feet to blister. When you finally reached the pharmacy, Richie and yourself helped Ben out before letting him sit on the ground, he wasn’t speaking his eyes wide with trauma. What a terrible way to start life in a new town. Eddie had ranted on and on about Aids not realizing that he was making Ben feel worse, the poor kid didn’t want Aids. It was bad enough that Bowers had managed to carve a small H into Ben’s stomach, if he’d given him Aids on top of that. Well, then his luck was more than just sour.

“But how do you amputate waist?” Eddie had asked, but you yelled at him to shut up telling him that he was going to give Ben nightmares. Eddie was annoyed but continued to try and play doctor until Billy suggested that they go buy something from the pharmacy. You volunteered to go with them since you had money on you, leaving Ben with Richie but not before telling Richie not to say anything crude or insulting. You guys had been picking up different supplies when Beverly strolled into the pharmacy. She saw you and walked over.

“New kid outside looks like someone killed him.” Beverly spoke as she watched you counting the money in your hand. “What happened to him?” You’d barely looked up when she approached you. You knew her smell and voice anywhere and it made it impossible for her to catch you off guard.

“Bowers.” You responded shaking your head. The boys had stopped scouring for supplies, instead all turning to gawk at Bev. “What are you doing here, you’re supposed to be waiting for me at the house.”

“You took too long.” She shrugged before looking at the boys behind you and smiling. They all turned into cherry tomatoes. “You’re going to spend all that money on supplies?”

“I had planned on it.” Your eyebrows crinkled as you looked at her, she had a mischievous twinkle in her eye and you suddenly understood how Richie and she became friends. Devious bastards. “No Bev.”

“Yes Bev.” She smiled at you before taking the money from your hand and shoving it into your back pocket. She took you by the hand and dragged you over to Mr. Keene, who looked up with interest. The boys all stared in wonder, they rarely saw you do something that you considered morally wrong. But Bev, well she brought out that dark curiosity you had. “I like your glasses, Mr. Keene. You look just like Clark Kent.” She spoke with a slight lilt in her voice, wrapping an arm around you with a smile on her face. A spark seemed to flare on his face as he watched you both.

Two girls touching, what a show. You thought sarcastically.

“I don’t know about that,” You said under your breath. Bev gave your shoulder a light squeeze and you had to stop yourself from biting her hand.

“Why thank you.” He responded.

“Can we try them on?” Your eyebrows spiked, the last thing you wanted was to have his glasses on your face. Who knew what perverted things he watched with them.

“You guys sure do everything together.” He licked his lips and you did everything you could not to turn over and hurl. He reminded you a little too much of Bowers when he was on a hunt to satisfy his primal urges. You didn’t know what it was about some men that made them think all woman belonged to them, or lived to entertain them. “Sure.” Beverly smiled as she took them from Mr. Keene’s hands, you grimaced at the look of pure lust that overcame his face. Bev was the first one to try them on, smiling as she did so. Then she turned to you, touching your shoulders with a gentleness that she knew Mr. Keene would love. She took them off herself and slid them onto you, touching your face in the process. From the corner of your eye you could see Mr. Keene breathing heavily at the action. You had never thought shoulders to be sexual before but obviously Mr. Keene believed otherwise. Bev smiled, leaning in and brushing your nose with the tip of her thumb. Your face scrunched up in agitation, through to Mr. Keene you looked sexually frustrated. Bev was way too smart for this, but after all those years with her father she knew no better way to a dirty mans attention. If they wanted to play games with her she would play games with them.   

“What do you think?” She asked Mr. Keene whose entire face was now red. He stared at Beverly, not sparing you much of a glance since the show was over.

“Well how about that, you looked just like Lois Lane.”

“Really?” She smiled, before reaching towards you again and taking them off your face in the same slow movement. “Well, here you go.” She went to hand them to him but not before knocking over some of his supplies. “Shoot, I'm so sorry.” You turned to the boys and signaled for them to take the supplies and run out of there. In the distraction Beverly also took a pack of cigarettes, you made a horrified noise and Beverly smirked.

“It's okay.” Mr. Keene said, with the same disgusting smile. You shook your head before taking Beverly’s hand in yours and walking her out of the pharmacy. “Wait, Beverly –“ You didn’t give her the chance to turn around as you swung the door open and dragged her out.

“He’s gross.” You stated, sparing Bev a disapproving glance.

“Most men are, that’s their downfall.” She smiled. You both stood back and watched as the boys bickered slightly over the proper way to care for Benjamin. The moments that passed were silent and you found yourself lost in your own thoughts. You knew what Bev had said about a man’s downfall was a joke, but you couldn’t help but revel in the truth of that. Offer a man a bite and he might try to take the entire sandwich. Your boys’ parents might have been a lot of things, and none of them good, but at least all their children had turned out to be gentleman. Your eyes landed on Richie and you chuckled slightly. At least in one way or another. Bev nudging you with her elbow when she followed your eyes. “So, Richie?”

“Uh, yeah, Richie.” Your eyebrows raised as she wiggled hers. “Not this again, we’re just friends.”

“Friends who cuddle.”

“We cuddle!” You yelled slightly louder than you would have liked, causing the boys to all turn back to look at you.

“I’d love to see that.” Richie spoke up eyeing you and Bev. “Girl on Girl action.” You rolled your eyes, of course Tozier would.

“Beep Beep Richie.” Stan interrupted causing Richie to chuckle. Bev smirked at you and your cherry red face before making her way over to the bustling scene with you in tow.

“Are you okay, that looks like it hurts.” She asked Ben whose expression softened on seeing her.

“No, I'm good. I just fell.”

“Yeah, right into Henry Bowers.” Richie smirked, also noticing Ben's lovestruck expression.

“Shut it, R-R-Richie!”  Bill interrupted clearly embarrassed, and that’s when it hit you.

Shit, fuck, super fucking shit. Bill and Ben both like Beverly. Fucking hell. This is not going to end well under any intents and purposes. You thought.

“Why? It's the truth.”

“It’s cool,” You interrupted, “I already filled her in.”

“You sure they got The Right Stuff to fix you up?”

“You know w-w-w-w-we'll take care of him.” Bill spoke smiling softly at Beverly. “How’d y-you get a chance to d-distract Mr. Keene long en-en-enough for us to leave?”  

“We made out.” Beverly said, and your eyes widened in horror. “Mr. Keene is a big fan of girl on girl action.”

“Woah.” Richie mumbled as all the boys now stared at you in interest. Though sexuality wasn’t a topic that they really brought up, all the boys had their assumptions about yours. Bi, maybe? That was the long running bet.

“Yeah, my tongue was basically shoved down her throat.” Bev nudged you, as she watched Richie to see if he grew jealous. No such expression ever came, he seemed intrigued. Richie settled with the fact that if he lost your love to Beverly he could cope. You guys had crossed the line of friendship when you’d begun showering together. “She loved every second of it.”

“That,” you paused glancing around you, “That did not happen!” You were sure your face was on fire. “Beverly, tell the truth!”

“It could.” She shrugged, laughing at the different expressions. Richie’s especially. “Maybe I'll see you losers around.” She spoke to the guys.

“You're not coming over tonight.” You pouted, and she shook her head. “You said we’d spend the night together.” The boy’s expression once again became curious.

“Woah.” Richie said again.

“Not like that you fuck!” You yelled at them, embarrassed. As Beverly began to back away, Bill snapped into action.

“Yeah, we were maybe thinking about going to the q-q-q-quarry tomorrow,” He rushed out, if you want to…” he paused looking at you, “Come?” Beverly opened her mouth to say something, but you were quick to respond.

“She’ll be there!” Bev smiled, shaking her head at you. A smile plagued Bills face as he nodded before walking back to the group. “You want a ride home?”

“Nah, I rather walk.” You pouted again. “Plus, you should stick with your boys.” You turned around looking at the group Bill had just joined. They were arguing, and bustling about. You couldn’t help but smile as your eyes landed on a laughing Richie. Bev noticed this but decided against saying anything, for now.

“They are my boys aren’t they.” You said looking back a smile still on your face. “Soon they’ll be yours too Beverly Marsh.” She shrugged as she whipped out a cigarette, your face scrunched up in disgust as you lunged for it, but she ran off laughing. “Lung cancer isn’t attractive Bevy!” You shook your head as she flashed you a middle finger, before turning back to join your boys.

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