#(I'm eating the one in the shelter because I need that light for the wall I am not a navigation expert there)

[anothermonikan]

oh wow survivor challenge expedition low-key a little bit difficult

[cryptidsurveys]

Sunday, September 1st, 2024.

Do you think surveys are annoying? If I thought surveys as a whole were annoying, then I wouldn't bother taking them. Sometimes questions can be a bit silly, boring, or repetitive; but at their core, surveys are a good way for me to document my day-to-day life. They help me stay consistent in a way I wouldn't be with journaling.

What career paths are you considering? I doubt being a minimum wage kennel tech at the animal shelter would be considered a "career," but it's basically my dream job. I can't think of anything else I would rather do.

Do you watch music videos? Rarely.

What’s the longest you’ve gone without sleeping? Probably around a day and a half.

Ever clicked on those banner ads that promise a prize for clicking? I think I clicked on an Xbox one as a teen because I wanted to see what would happen. I don't think I believed I'd actually win anything, and (to the surprise of absolutely no one) I did not. I also didn't have the credit card they undoubtedly wanted, so...there's that.

What flavor ice cream would you say your personality is like? Something sweet with a sudden and unexpected kick of chili pepper. Something nice until it's not. ;D

What kind of computer are you using? A Dell desktop.

What kind of computer do you wish you were using? I'm actually very happy with my current computer.

Do you think machines will take over the world? Hmm. No. Not completely. I do think society will become more tech-driven in the future, but only to the point at which human nature pushes back. There are just some things machines can't do and needs they can't fulfill. Eventually, hopefully, we will find a workable balance.

Ever had a weight change so drastic you went to the doctor? Not really. I've been to the doctor for my eating disorder, but it wasn't like my weight loss was a medical mystery.

How cold does it have to be before you put on a sweater? It doesn't even have to be cold. It just has to not be hot.

Socks? I wear socks regardless of the temperature.

A coat? I guess fairly cold (or if I'm planning on spending a long time out in chilly weather). Who do people say you look like? No one says I look like anyone.

Do you usually get your homework done on time? I'm not in school anymore, but I typically turned my work in on time.

What’s in your closet? A bunch of junk.

Why don’t realtors like orange walls? Don't they prefer it when houses are sort of "generic?" That way potential buyers can start with a blank slate and make it their own? I mean, not many people are going to walk into a house with orange walls and be like, "Omg, it's perfect!!!"

Is the way you typically behave congruent with your ethnic background? I don't think the way I behave is congruent with anything except for being a lil weird.

Do you miss anyone dreadfully right now? Mostly pets who have passed on.

Have you ever framed your old movie ticket stubs? No.

If you could go out to lunch with anyone who ever existed, who would you pick? Whoever orchestrated/oversaw the building of the pyramids or any other mysterious, ancient monuments. I'm not one of those people who think aliens did it, but I would like to know exactly how they were built.

Are cats normaler than dogs? Uh…not according to Alex.

Does your left or right side seem to get hurt more often? I think when it comes to migraines it's my right side that hurts more often.

Quote something, preferably the 1st thing that comes to your head: Speak now or forever hold your peace.

Do you have a digital camera? Yeah, but I don't use it. I use my phone for photos these days.

Have you ever stuck something inappropriate in an electrical outlet? No.

What is your calendar pic for October? I'm not sure. There's a calendar downstairs, but I don't feel like running down there to check.

How many light sources do you have in your room? There are two overhead lights (which have been burned out for ages; I just haven't bothered to replace the bulbs), a set of string lights above my desk, a couple of salt lamps, and a couple of mushroom night lights. Oh, and the window for natural light.

Are you being stalked? No.

Will you have anything scheduled for the 16 of this or next month? Let's see…the 16th is a Monday, so I will more than likely be at the animal shelter.

Can you sleep without any pillows? If I had to, but I would really rather not.

Is there a color you REFUSE to wear? Hmm. I avoid white. <- Same. I'm a messy person and don't want to risk it.

Is there a car you REFUSE to drive? The company vehicle for the animal shelter. They're not asking me to drive it, but if I ever worked there…oh no. I'm inventing some sort of traffic infraction to get out of it because I do not trust myself with someone else's car.

Have you ever lived in a brand new house? No.

Has anyone ever pulled a gun on you? No.

Are you hurt if people call you names? I probably would be, but I think it would also depend on who was doing it and why.

Are there any chairs in your bedroom? Yeah. There's a computer chair, a fluffy white chair, and a bean bag (if you want to count that as some sort of seat; it's more of a cat bed atm, though).

Roughly, how often do you get sick per year? I have a lot of migraines, but when it comes to other illnesses, not very often. I did get sick twice in 2023, though - once with covid in Feb/March and then again around October with some sniffly cold thing that lasted about a month.

Do you go to the doctor, using holistic methods, or do nothing when sick? I take OTC migraine meds and that's pretty much it.

How many pairs of shoes do you have? Two.

Where would you least mind your car breaking down? At home…? But hopefully not right before I was expected to be somewhere - which was what happened to River this morning. I showed up at the animal shelter and Pat was like, "I've got a surprise for you!" "Oh yeah?" "Kristen called off, so it's just you and the new girl (River) today." "Uh wow, okay, cool, we got this!" ;D Went back to cattery, started getting things set up, but 8:00am rolled around and River wasn't there yet. No one knew where she was. I was like, "Okay, I've done cattery by myself before, I guess I can do it again…" Fed the cats, started cleaning in one of the colonies, and River walked in around 8:30am. Apparently, she was having car trouble and was frantically texting anyone she could for a ride. Alex was called in as well and she showed up shortly after River got there. What a wild start to the morning, lmao. I was totally ready to tackle cattery by myself.

[weepingpussywillowtree]

Below the read more is a long long rant about people being judgemental about my choice to be sober and also on how judgemental people can be about what is fun to different people. References to family alcoholism/drug addiction contained herein.

Drives me nuts when people pretend like people who don't drink are the judgemental ones when there is a massive stigma around being sober and I literally constantly get called boring for it. Yes, I have tried drinking. Yes, I have tried partying. Yes, I've tried the flashing lights and loud music. I may have not tried all of these things exactly in conjunction, but I have tried parts of them together.

But people just assume I'm a prude or boring or that I'm the one judging them. Like, it's just not for me. That's all. Then they ask a bunch of invasive questions about why you're sober, and it's like no... I don't want to talk about my family trauma and the fact that like many autistic people, when I have access to alcohol I use it to cope with working full time and constantly masking. It reminds me of this friend I had in college who would have people straight up yell at him when he was offered chocolate and he'd politely decline saying that he's not fond of chocolate. People always took it so personally, like it said something about their taste that he just didn't like chocolate. I'm not against alcohol and drugs, almost all of my friends drink and do one kind of drug or another, but when people find out that I made a choice that's the best for me specifically they always act like I'm personally taking a shit on their bed. I'm not against drugs, my cousin is literally moving across the country to a state where she can start legally practicing psychotherapy with psychedelics and I think that's cool and should be legal everywhere! I'm literally addicted to caffeine! I do not care! I'm not sheltered either, I literally grew up with a bunch of alcoholics and opiate addicts, and I still don't think drugs and alcohol are evil.

It hit me the other day how much people tie up being fun with alcohol and drugs when I went to the city for a weekend with my partner. We went to trendy restaurants, went to the aquarium, went to the fine arts museum, travelled all around the city looking at shit, did an escape room, and then stayed up late playing board games and eating snacks at a board game cafe.

We were staying with my aunt, who is a recovering alcoholic, like most of my family. On the second day, after hearing our schedule for the day, she was like "wow you guys are really packing in the fun, huh?". And I realized that's the first time in my entire life I've been called fun. The next day, she talked about how liberating it is to be over 50 now, because she's part of an over 50 social group, and they literally never ask questions about her not drinking. She orders a seltzer water and no one even questions it, whereas when she was younger, it was just constant peer pressure and judgement. I'm just so sick of this idea in general that there's a life script you should follow, that people should do this or that when they're young and this or that when they're old. My aunt is an extroverted person. Imagine how her life might have been better if she'd been able to find other outgoing, non-judgemental friends earlier in life. How revolutionary that might have been for her.

Idk, everyone just needs to be nicer and stop assuming that they know what fun means for everyone and that they're more liberated because they do a substance you've chosen not to. Also, while there is value in trying things that you might not like, I see no need to bang my head against the wall trying every party-like experience when I've never liked one before just so I can justify myself to pedantic assholes who are like 'well, have you tried this specifically??'.

[elizadragonetti]

" 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 "

" ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 ! "

driving with no exact destination in mind. intricate up-do styles paired with barely-there makeup. running on your tiptoes out of habit. asking for opinions on varying types of literature. the fear of someone asking what you want to do for the rest of your life. they often compare you to wine and the lovely headache left behind. feeling at peace in an art museum. no shoes is the best kind, in your opinion. dancing to music, not as an escape, but to amplify how you’re feeling. making connections everywhere you step foot, but not understanding the power of saying goodbye. you can't just ignite something in people, and then leave. they say you’re often thinking outside the box. “take a chill pill, will ya?” dusting off the leather-bounds of fairytales. where’d you go? you can’t see the bigger picture, but it’s there. plane tickets taped to your wall of all your recent adventures. the sound of your favorite song on vinyl, echoing throughout your apartment. they say you inspired it - is that true? you’re going somewhere; you don’t even know where, but be sure to send a postcard once you get there.

ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤

Pierre by Ryn Weaver || " I danced in the desert, in the pouring rain / Drank with the Devil and forgot my name / Woke with somebody when the morning came / No one there to shame me for my youth / Cause I wouldn't be with you "

Bunny is a Rider by Caroline Polachek || " Bunny is a rider / Satellite can't find her / No sympathy / But I'm so nonphysical "

Say Yes to Heaven by Lana Del Rey || " If you dance, I'll dance / And if you don't, I'll dance anyway / Give peace a chance "

Pretty Places by Aly & AJ || " Sit back and I'll drive us to / All the pretty places / Pull us away from where all the pain is / These open skies / Leaving the past behind "

Cherry by Fletcher Ft. Hayley Kiyoko || " We should rendezvous sometime, mon chéri / I want you on top of me like cherry "

Roman Holiday by Halsey || " And when it happens, I'll be miles away / And a few months late / Didn't know where I was running to / But I won't look back "

Green Light by Lorde || " Did it frighten you / How we kissed when we danced on the light up floor? / But I hear the sounds in my mind / Brand new sounds in my mind "

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔹 𝕊𝕚𝕕𝕖 ( 𝐚 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 )

Whispers by Halsey || " I've got a monster inside me that eats personality types / She's constantly changing her mind on the daily / ... Might have to trick her and treat her to 70 capsules or fly to a castle / So at least we can say that we died being traveled / Cultured and flattered, and then I could trap her / But what does it matter? / 'You do not want this' "

Labels by Katelyn Tarver || " I don't belong in your box / Baby, I'm tired of walking this wire / Don't mistake the smile on my face / I've come too far to play games / Baby, it's off the table / I'm done with all these labels "

Heavy by Peach PRC || " They'll kiss me / Manic dream pixie / Don't want to love me 'cause it feels too risky / And I understand / It's all I've been told / I'm heavy to hold "

clementine by Halsey || " I'd like to tell you that my sky's not blue, it's violent rain / And in my world, the people on the street don't know my name / In my world, I'm seven feet tall / And the boys always call, and the girls do too / Because in my world, I'm constantly having a breakthrough / Or a breakdown, or a blackout / Would you make out with me underneath the shelter of the balcony? / 'Cause I don't need anyone / I just need everyone, and then some "

You're on You're Own, Kid by Taylor Swift || " I hosted parties and starved my body / Like I'd be saved by the perfect kiss / The jokes weren't funny, I took the money / My friends back home don't know what to say / ... You've got no reason to be afraid / You're on your own, kid / You can face this "

Stupid Deep by Jon Bellion || " What if who I hoped to be was always me? / And the love I fought to feel was always free? / What if all the things I've done / Were just attempts of earning love? / 'Cause the hole inside my heart is stupid deep / What if where I've tried to go was always here? / And the path I've tried to cut was always clear? "

I am not a woman, I'm a god by Halsey || " Every day I've got a smile where my frown goes / A couple bodies in the garden where the grass grows / I take 'em with me to the grave in a suitcase / Maybe I can be a different human in a new place / Oh, I just want to feel something, tell me where to go "

[qtsp00k]

I was actually looking for something specific and didn't find it. The inspirational tag is certainly lacking in inspirational content if you were to ask me. And of course you didn't. Hashtag abuse am I right yo. But this reminds me of what I say and I were talking about last night so maybe this is something I've stumbled upon to hand off to him although I was going to hand off the thing it was specifically looking forward to him also so that rather make sense doesn't it. I don't even remember putting the Tumblr app on my Animal Crossing phone but here it is. So the phone rang and woke me up from dreams that I really would have liked to remember better. One because Keegan was there and two because there was a lot of repetition as if I were doing a scene and doing different takes of it and that's always an interesting occurrence and dreams. I was also going to neighbor's houses at like 1:00 in the morning for the purpose of indulging their gambling addiction I suppose you could say. I had my certified document that I'm someone you can place bets with and I had paperwork of the high and low roller explanations so that was interesting. But yeah Keegan. That was really cool he said he missed me and kissed me on the cheek and I told him I miss him too. I don't know if I'll ever have another gay best friend. I've asked Rob a few times to do Keegan as a member of the 27 Club but he doesn't listen to me. But yeah I just didn't feel like going to church and initially that's because I did not feel like being the person that I need to be in order to go to church. I don't want to talk to people I don't want to smile at people the obligation is too much. And I'm not even talking about like in the church at this point I'm talking about the church van. Having to socialize on that very long very bumpy van ride and getting my migraine triggered because the smokers in the van. And the van is very hot because it's winter and most people don't want to be cold like winter weather but I overheat super easily as part of chronic lyme disease being a chronic inflammatory condition I assume. And I'm just like laying here like thinking of like all of these excuses for not going to church and like who cares if I go to church. I just sit on the stairs behind a wall anyway. The fluorescent lights they have their trigger my migraines even though humans aren't supposed to be able to see them flickering I see them flickering. And I can't go downstairs and join people for breakfast because there's stairs and that's problematic for my ambulatory wheelchair body. And probably I can't eat the breakfast anyway because they don't offer gluten-free so unless it's just scrambled eggs I can't eat breakfast anyway. But I hope to have energy for Firefly Jeff this evening and that's part of it too. And maybe Isaiah. I don't know. I feel like I've already gotten weird about Ozzy like I like him I want to continue to know him which makes me think I need to mask something of myself but probably I don't cuz I've already communicated that I'm the craziest girl that anybody ever met in their life. And it's not me saying that it's everybody that I meet saying that. And not like sheltered people either. People who have been around the world and I just take that cake. I'm the girl with the most cake LOL

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

Charles Bukowski

[shaingles]

First Encounter (Part 1)

Characters involved: 🗡 (Midas), 👑 (Boss), 🐏 (Osric), ☎ (Shepherd)

Crash! Bang! Slam!!!

Midas wakes up to men hollering and crashing dishes coming from the main hall. Despite it being routine, it doesn't fail to get under his skin. He groans, burying his head into his pillow to shelter himself from the ruckus.

Eventually, he rolls out of bed and preps for the day, dreading the inevitable. If it were up to Midas, he would blow this base up and hop off the grid... unfortunately, it isn't as easy as that...

He heads to the dining hall to get some breakfast. He's not in the mood to eat a hearty meal. Instead, he grabs a sunsettia, rinsing it off before sinking his teeth into the fruit's tough flesh.

"Good morning, junior," a passing member teases, provoking other Hawkeye members to snicker. Midas rolls his eyes, unamused by the laziest attempt to taunt him. He takes another bite of his sunsettia, letting its cold juices distract him as he exits the dining hall.

After breakfast, everyone migrates to the meeting hall. Midas stands among the crowd, keeping his head low and avoiding eye contact. The last thing he needs is someone starting something just to humiliate him. The buzz of chatting voices overwhelms him. He wishes he was still in bed.

"Attention!" A loud voice silences the crowd. "Boss has an important announcement! Listen well!"

Boss steps onto the podium, clearing his throat before asserting his presence.

"Let's get straight to the point. I have a lot of things to say about our operations. Listen closely. I won't be repeating myself..." His deep, rough voice echoes throughout the meeting hall as he announces his concerns. Everyone, including Midas, gazes at the older, brawny man as he speaks. As much as Midas wants to doze off, Boss's presence alone keeps him wide awake.

After his announcement, he divides the crowd into groups before assigning tasks to them. Midas attempts to rush out of the room—

"Midas," Boss yells, "get over here, boy!"

Midas gulps, walking over to Boss with haste. It's not uncommon for Boss to personally chat with him, but it still spikes his anxiety. "Yes, sir?"

Boss studies the younger man's raggedy appearance before sighing. "You're haul last week was underwhelming. I'm expecting higher-quality material today. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Now go."

Midas nods before rushing off. The lump in his throat loosens as he strays further away from the brawny older man. He nervously runs his fingers through his long brown hair as he catches up with his assigned group.

"Finally, you caught up, rookie," Shepherd jests.

"I'm not a rookie," Midas glares at him, "You, of all people, shouldn't be talking down to me." He tries to not let their goofy nicknames get under his skin, but it's hard sometimes.

"Whatever, let's hurry before the miners enter the Chasm."

The group descends into the chasm, effortlessly evading the surrounding Millelith soldiers and miners. One slip-up is enough to bust their entire operation. They have to stay conscious of their surroundings.

Once they sneak in, they slink into the shadows and regroup.

"Alright, you know the drill: grab what you can get," Shepherd asserts, "Don't leave any rock unchecked. We'll regroup in an hour. Understood?" The other treasure hoarders nod before looking at Midas, who seems distracted.

"Midas," He snaps his fingers, "Do you understand?"

Midas blinks before sighing, "Yeah, I got it."

Shepherd sighs, shaking his head. "Keep your head in the game. I'm not scrubbing the cellar floor because you'd rather daydream." He lights a torch before shooing everyone off. "Be back here in an hour."

"Prick..." Midas mumbles under his breath as everyone departs. They get to work, rummaging through unsupervised mine carts, abandoned rock piles, and unfinished tunnels.

Eventually, Midas strays away from the group as he searches for quality ore, grabbing one of the torches off the wall to illuminate his way through the dark cavern. He works better alone, or so he thinks. Deep down, he just doesn't want to stay near them. He explores the cavern, taking solace in the echoing silence of the Chasm. He wishes moments like this could last for eternity.

Something shiny catches Midas's eye. He walks closer to the glistening object before inspecting it. It's weightier than he expected. He brings the ore closer to his face, watching the dark blue surfaces shimmer in the dimly lit cavern. His focus was interrupted by rumbling echoing from a nearby tunnel. He shoves the gem into his coat pocket before unsheathing his dagger, grasping it tightly as he continues walking. He hopes he'll find more of... whatever that gem is.

Midas's search comes to a halt when he hears distant screaming. It grows louder as he looks around, searching for the source. Just as Midas looks up, a stranger falls down onto him, followed by debris and pebbles.

"Ugh..." Midas groans, "Watch where you're going, jackass!" He angrily shoves the stranger off him before stumbling onto his feet and dusting dirt off his raggedy clothing. He recovers his fallen torch and dagger before returning his glaring gaze to the stranger. The stranger's sheep-like ears catch his attention as he watches the man rub dirt out of his eyes. This is the first time he has seen anyone with Bovidae ears... coily hair... or brown skin.

"Here," he sighs, "Let me help you up."

The stranger looks up at Midas before taking his hand. "Thank you," he coughs, "I'm sorry for falling on you."

"It's whatever. Just watch where you're falling..." Midas helps dust the dirt off the sheepman's clothing before studying his appearance further. "Umm... I'm sorry for barking at you. Are you alright?"

"I'm okay," the sheepman reassures, "Also, it's no big deal. I'd be upset if some guy fell on me, too."

They both share a brief laugh.

"Umm... are you alone? It's not safe venturing the Chasm by yourself..."

"Ah..." the sheepman scratches the back of his head nervously, "Yes and no— I was with a group, but I got distracted and strayed away from them... Which then led me to the hole above, then it led me to... you." His sheep-like ears twitch again as a nervous chuckle escapes him.

"... You can come with me until you find your group," Midas sighs, taking some pity on the man, "Just keep your distance and keep up. I won't be slowing down for anything."

"Okay," the sheepman nods, "Thank you." He smiles as he follows Midas further into the Chasm.

The walk, for the most part, is silent. Every time Midas glances at the shorter man, he bears witness to him curiously scanning the rocky walls. He'd like to question the sheepman but can't with this odd feeling tingling his skin. I just met him, he thinks, and I'm letting him follow me? This is a bad idea... although spending time with an outsider is better than nothing.

"My name is Osric, by the way," the sheepman announces, "What's your name?"

"I— Uh... Midas... You can call me Midas."

"Mi-das..." Osric echos, his sheep ears twitching as he digests the new information. "That's a lovely name. It's nice to meet you, Midas."

Midas's cheeks flush when Osric compliments his name. "... Yeah..."

That's new... He thinks, turning away from Osric to hide his flushed face. He needs to stay focused on his task and not let the kindness of a stranger fog his mind. The walk remains quiet as the pair continues exploring the chasm.

To be continued...

[getlostsquidward]

Divine Intervention

Irina Spalko x fem!reader

A/N: For the anon that requested another Irina fic, here you go! <3

Warnings: violence, blood, nudity

Summary: The knowledge-seeking woman gets what she wants, and more.

gif from here

“Tell me everything you know.”

“I want to know everything! I want to know!”

An ominous sound can be heard in the Akator. Debris of rocks from the ceiling was starting to fall, the walls of the temple were rotating, and there was a very bright light coming from above. Akator was slowly deteriorating, but Irina didn’t falter; spellbound by the creatures who will give her the knowledge she always wanted to have. The people around her either got away in time or were sucked in by the spaceship. She stood ground in the middle of the thirteen crystal beings, graciously accepting their great gift.

“Tell me. I’m ready. I want to know!”

A smoke-like thing transferred from their skulls to Irina, passing her the wisdom she so desired.

“I can see. I can see!”

The crystal skeletons started to merge, incorporating to form a body. “Cover it! Cover it!”

Irina was overwhelmed by the knowledge she had gotten. It was too much for her, a human brain to handle; her eyes started to burn, her body disintegrated and turned into ash.

-

Irina was woken up by the blinding ray of the sun peeking in between the tall big trees, in the middle of the woods. She touched her face, her arms, to check for any burns or wounds, but she found none. She also found herself… stark naked. No clothes, no shoes, not even her trusty rapier. Blindly believing that she was alone in this vast forest, she roamed around to find clothes and shelter.

She was incredibly hungry and parched, having walked for hours now. Her feet had small cuts now, her arms with insect bites, due to the absence of garments to protect her body. Yet, she doesn’t plan to stop searching even if the sun is setting down.

It was now dark, but she can slightly see a faint flicker of lights not far ahead. She followed the light, determined to get what she needed even if she had to kill someone if they refused. It was a two-story cabin, inhabited, based on the fruits and vegetables growing outside. She looked around the house, searched for another entrance beside the front door and windows. Irina found a back door, but it was locked. She stared blankly at the doorknob, wishing she had something with her to open the damn door that wouldn’t alert whoever was inside.

The knob clicked. Thinking that someone had opened it from the inside, she shuffled for a fighting stance, ready to attack. When the door didn’t open, she pushed it and peeked inside. There was no sign of people, and the lights were off. She peered in the dark, searched for something she can eat. There was none lying around, and instead, she met was some new shiny appliances.

Her eyes caught the knives in the corner, so she took one, just in case it was needed. The sound of stomping feet from the wooden stairs alerted the Colonel-Doctor. She hid in the dark and waited if the person was threatening enough to kill.

-

You skipped the last two stairs, rushing to the fridge to get a tub of ice cream. You skimmed the items inside, looking for something to snack on while you watch your favourite show. It was rather empty aside from the half-full ice cream tub, and some leftovers. You really have to get groceries tomorrow. As you closed the door, a sharp object was pointed at your neck. You retreat away until your back hit the table. You can faintly see the woman hovering over you thanks to the dim light from the kitchen island.

You slowly raised your hands on your head, “Woah, lady. What do you want? You wanna rob my kitchen? Well, consider this your unlucky day because there’s barely anything ther-“ you stop blabbering as she pressed the knife into your skin.

“I need clothes and food. And tell me what this place is.” Her thick accent sent shivers on your spine.

“Okay. First, this is my house, and well, we’re in the middle of nowhere; and this middle of nowhere is in the Y/C. I will get you clothes, but I need to get upstairs to my room. For the food, there’s a leftover in the fridge. I’ll heat it for you if you want. Please, just please don’t kill me,” you pleaded.

She stepped back enough for you to stand, but her hand grabbed your shoulder as a precaution as if you can outmuscle her. You walked towards the fridge to get her food and put it in the oven. After setting the timer, you head to the stairs, the woman still behind you. Once you got to your room she closed the door abruptly and gave you space to rummage on your closet. You don’t know if your clothes will fit her so you settled on giving her an oversized shirt and one of your comfy shorts. “Here,” you turned around to give her when you finally noticed that she was naked. “What the fu…” your eyes trail down her Alabaster skin, but abruptly faced away when she cleared her throat. Blushing from being caught, you merely tossed the clothes to her.

Gathering your courage to speak, you asked, “Lady, who are you and why are you very nude in my house?” You’re insanely beautiful too, and I mean that with utter respect.

“Irina Spalko. I woke up in the middle of these woods earlier. You can turn around now.” Once you did, she continued, “And thank you.”

“Well, I don’t really mind the company, as long as you don’t kill me, please.”

“Insanely beautiful.”

You stared at her dumbly, "What?”

“You said I’m insanely beautiful,” she said smugly, her lips tugging upwards on a smirk.

Now, what the fuck did she just said? “I- I didn’t say anything like that. You must be hallucinating, Ms. Spalko. Your hunger makes you hear things.” You scurried off downstairs to get as far away from her, and your ice cream. It must have turned to a puddle now.

You set her food on the table and wait as she took her time before following you out. She must be so sure that you wouldn’t take off and call for help.

The princess had finally descended, you thought as you watch her sit at the table and eat silently. “Colonel-Doctor. Not a princess,” she declared. You opened your mouth to speak but remained in an O-shape as no coherent words were coming out. “H-how- what- I- I don’t understand. A-are you a mind reader or something? A witch?”

“Neither. Just… a chosen one.” After that, she paid you no mind and continued eating.

You walked out of the kitchen, fearing that she would hear your thoughts again. Instead, you whispered to yourself, “What have I gotten myself into? I'm like a hostage in my own house, okay. I feel like the main character that dies first in a horror movie.”

You sauntered back in the kitchen and asked the woman, “I take it you’re staying here for the meantime? So do you wanna sleep in the living room or the guest room?” you probed. “I don’t really have much of a choice, do I? If I want to stay alive?”

She only nodded. “Thought so; Uhm, so, where?”

“Guest room.”

“Got it. If you’re finished, just throw the plate into the trash. I’ll ready the room.”

You just finished placing some sheets into the bed when she arrived. “Okay, housemate. Bed’s ready. It’s been a long day for the both of us, and I really wanna sleep now, so let’s settle what we have to settle tomorrow, ‘kay? Good night,” you finished your speech and closed the door. You leaned onto it and breathed out a deep sigh. When did you become such a hospitable host that you just let a dangerous woman into your house?

-

Sleep didn’t come to Irina that night. She tried to remember what happened before she got here. Right. They had returned the skull to Akator; she requested knowledge and they gave it to her. Her brain was overloaded with too much information that she disintegrated. Irina still remembers the excruciating pain, the feeling that someone was drilling holes into her head, the feeling of being burned, but here she was, alive and well. In the middle of nowhere, with someone who looks very vulnerable. You proved to be of use to her, so she won’t harm you… as of now.

Her mind drifted to you. How was she able to read what was on your mind just by sparing you a glance? Before, she needed to be close to the person as possible before she can read them. Her psychic abilities had her family ostracized; the reason she sought knowledge and her purpose. How about the doorknob? Did she do it? Did the interdimensional beings amplified her abilities, and possibly gave her more?

How many days have passed since she was in Akator?

64 years.

At first, she couldn’t comprehend how time had passed, seeing as she didn’t age one bit. But since Irina had encountered aliens herself, nothing was odd for her anymore.

“So you’re saying you’re from the ’50s?”

“Yes.”

“How did that happen?” you curiously asked. “I mean, one day, you’re in a temple in the ’50s, then you woke up in the woods in 2021?” she nodded. “Actually, you know what, whatever. I believe you. The world is in shambles right now and I wouldn’t be surprised anymore if aliens were real,” you finished as you parked your car.

“Here’s the deal, Irina. You’re a woman out of time, and so much had changed since you… since then,” you paused, “And you’re a very physical woman. Like I think if someone bumped their cart onto you you’ll tackle them to the ground, and I don’t wanna cause a scene. So, stick with me, please.”

So far, so good. Irina wasn’t causing a scene yet, except when she snatches out the item you were holding. She was intently reading the label and then muttering about how it wasn’t good for the body and then putting it back on the shelf.

The cart was nearly full; mostly food, toiletries, and some tools. Irina didn’t add anything save for a toy sword. Okay.

She was mostly quiet, but you see that her eyes silently wander around the place, on the people around, frequently landing on you. You spent shopping in comfortable silence, letting her absorb the state of the world. She may be listing off her questions in her head and then ask about them later.

You look at your grocery list and cart simultaneously, checking if you’ve got everything you needed. As you confirm that you’ve had, you gasped as Irina took your hand into hers and laced your fingers together. You looked at your joined hands, feeling how warm and soft her hand is. You remembered that she can read minds, so you jokingly asked, ‘What hand cream do you use?’, testing her ability once again.

“There are two men following us since we got out of the car. I doubt you noticed, but good thing you take so long in every aisle, I was able to confirm that they were indeed following us,” she whispered, her hot breath tickling your ears. “They intend to steal from you.”

Fear taking over you, you stammered “Oh. Stealing in the light of day, okay, uh can’t you do anything to them? Any more abilities? Clearly, you can defend yourself based on how you introduced yourself last night.”

“I could, but you said you didn’t want to cause a scene. And I wasn’t certain until now.”

“Yeah, I take that back. Do what you have to. I trust you.”

Irina found this as an excuse to measure her abilities. You continued to act normal, proceeding to the counter to pay for your groceries. They have no idea that you and Irina have noticed them already. The men split up, keeping themselves at a distance, as one queued at the counter beside yours. The other had gone out of your sight.

She planned to lure them into the alley at the back of the shop. Once you arrived, she had noticed the other man nonchalantly leaning on the wall ahead, waiting for you. You continued to walk slowly until you felt the second man behind you, effectively trapping the both of you in the middle of the back alley. The moment they got near, the man behind spoke, “You, the one with the bags. Give me your money,” he hissed, referring to you. “Your phone and keys. And no one will get hurt.”

You would’ve run for the life of you if there wasn’t another man waiting on the other side, flipping a knife. Eyes locked on Irina, you patiently wait for her instruction, hoping she wouldn’t turn on you and leave you alone.

“I won’t,” she murmured, side-eyeing either man at your side.

The Ukrainian wasn’t sure if her hunch was right, but if she wasn’t, she could still take both men with bare hands. She stared at the knife and envisioned it impaling on his stomach. The man’s grunt had confirmed her hunch as red stained his clothes, and blood trickled to the ground. She then pulled the knife out and willed it to pierce through the other man’s thigh. Once he was down on his knees, Irina’s hand that never left yours yanked you to run to your car. She gave them a last glance and hurled their bodies to the wall for safe measure.

Afraid that someone might have seen what happened, you started the car immediately and drove out. None of you spoke until you’re sure that you are far enough from the store. “What the fuck?” you blurted, adrenaline still coursing through you. “Did you- did you do that? No, no don’t answer. You definitely did. Uh, telekinesis and mind-reading? Any additional powers you’re hiding?”

You glanced at her, her eyes straight on the road. “Because if you’re planning to stay in my house for God knows how long, you might wanna tell me about them.”

She was silent for a while, contemplating her answer. “I don’t know if there’s more.”

When you didn’t respond, she told you everything that had happened to her since she was a child. How they were exiled in their village when her psychic abilities had manifested, how her own mother feared her for her naïve innocence, which led her to flee the village and search for answers.

You listened attentively, though lost yourself when she mentioned that she was part of the Soviet Union. You only hear and see on the internet how these people were trained, and uneasiness was creeping up. Her intentions weren’t clear; she hadn’t yet thought about what she’s going to do now that she’s in a society she outgrew.

When she noticed that you trailed off, she spoke, “I don’t use a hand cream.”

It was a good thing that you’re not stepping on any pedal right now because you would have pressed the brakes heavily. You raised your brow at her, amused, and a chuckle coming out from you. Though her eyes were still cold and impassive, a genuine smile tugged from her lips.

[mrs-cavill-wife]

Safe And Happy (One Shot)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Female Reader (Barbara)

Warning: Language. Fluff. Minor Injury. Zombie Apocalypse. Gun shot. Persecution. Please, say if I miss something.

Author's Note: My second fanfic, YAY! Henry is not a celebrity in this fanfic. Duh! It's a zombie apocalypse so it's kinda obvious but I wanted to say it anyway. Hope you guys enjoy it and reblog if you do. I'm all ears to feedback!

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Summary: The world is a dangerous place now, but in the arms of the man she loves, she always finds security.

Barbara's P.O.V

Shit. I miss when the world used to be good. It was never perfect but no doubt it were way better than now.

An zombie apocalypse, who could have imagined that this could actually happen? Who knew that one day I would be armed, with a "beautiful" wound on my leg, hiding in an abandoned store, running away from a horde of about fifty zombies, crazy and thirsty for some human flesh.

I got hurt entering here, there was a piece of wood that grazed my leg, but luckily I had some bandage on the bag, I tied it to my leg to stop the blood. I looked at my leg and sighed, frustrated with myself.

"What the fuck dressing did you do, huh? My man is going to be pissed"

I live with my boyfriend, well husband, wasn't exactly official but we are together, he's amazing with dressings, but of course, I never pay attention when he tried to explain it to me. I'm hiding, trying to calm my breathing and think of a new plan, I don't know if I'll be able to run with my leg like that, but I think partially, it's really my fault. I'm often on those situations, I have my skills but I might not be the best, I still remember when I meet my boyfriend, on this type of shit cliche situation, today I don't complain for being dumb back there..

We met a year ago, I was running away.. again. I remember going into a dead end street, my gun had only two bullets left, I managed to kill some of those brain eaters, but I had about ten still behind me. I was already out of breath and couldn't think of anything else.

It was all very fast, suddenly my hero appeared, super skilled, I can't say where he came from but he managed to cut the heads of some of them, cut one in half, he stopped in front of me and fired with a super powerful machine gun, spilling a little blood and a disgusting substance on both of us.

"Hey are you alright, princess?"

He spoke to me after all those butchers fell dead. I was in shock but in seconds, I regained consciousness and was able to notice the man in front of me.

Broad back, fair skin, incredibly neat curly hair, a sharp jawline that could cut my soul, kissable lips.. a beautiful ax, a weapons in the waistband and at least two powerful shotguns in the back. The sun was setting and the light reflected in his eyes. The brightest blue eyes I had ever seen. There was a small brown part in one of them, I had heard about cases of heterochromia, but it was the first time that I saw it right in front of me.

"Your eyes are so beautiful.."

He laughed softly and a little shy. The sweetest laugh I've heard. Oh God, he's so wonderful, I think I died and went to heaven and that angel came to receive me. Maybe I'm not too unlucky after all.. wait, what did I just said? Oh fuck, what a good way of cause a first impression. First you almost die then act like a dumb ass needy teen. I rolled my eyes realizing what I done and he touched my arm.

"Thank you, you're beautiful too.. but are you hurt? What are you doing all by yourself?"

I nodded looking down and blushing red like a tomato.

"Huh I'm fine. I was searching for a place to stay. I heard on radio there was a small group of survivors around here. I'm always alone, so I decided to look for it but I obviously didn't payed attention on the munition I had before risking my butt."

He giggled and soft touched my cheek, wiping away some of the dirty. Gosh, I'm not going to handle and he's not making it easy..

"So it's your lucky day, pretty girl. I am from that group of survivors. They always told me to go round and look for possible new survivors."

I looked at him frowning.

"Now it's my time to ask. All by yourself? Why?"

And he smirked, looking like a made a silly question. Your hot bastard.

"I'm a prepared person. Not bragging but I always check my munition"

Touchee. I crossed my arms looking at him, trying to keep my posture but I was really melting inside.

We heard a loud noise, making us concerned. He grabbed my hand and started walking.

"It doesn't seem far, we must walk. Let's go"

"Where are you taking me? I.. I don't even know your name?"

I stopped moving and he stopped looking a little mad then he sighed.

"I will take you to our shelter. I saved you, you can trust me. We both need a bath and some rest.. and I'm Henry."

He said smiling and I nodded starting to walk by his side.

That day, he took me to the survivors. There were at least four people, some couples and children, all of whom welcomed me very well. But despite that, I thought about leaving the next day, I was always alone and until then, it was how I wanted to be and I would be like this today, if Henry hadn't insisted that I stay. I said I would stay for some days but during that, he convinced me to stay for more weeks and when I realized, we were closer than ever. Actually, those days made me found love. One of the guys of the shelter was a priest before the world was destroyed, Henry and I decided to get married and so it happened. Simple but a beautiful ceremony.

After a few years, we both decided to leave, maybe it was not a smart idea in the current situation, but we were certain of it, so we did. It was difficult, at first from hiding to hiding, sleeping on uncomfortable places, sometimes without enough food for both, we almost died a few times but together, yes, we were unbeatable. But finally, we got a place, safe enough to call home.

Henry's P.O.V

One hour left. I trust her, she's a little clumsy but my girl knows what to do, I taught her some tricks when we met but still, my heart is desperate. Today I received a radio message, it was Stuart, a partner, we have known each other since I was part of a group of survivors, he provided us with food, ammunition and weapons from time to time, even now that I am no longer part of the group, he's a great friend. I always went to get it, alone, I didn't want to risk seeing my Barbara hurt. But today, Stuart said he couldn't come, because of some injuries, so I would have to go, but Barbara decided that her chance to do it this time.

"Barbara.. baby, you don't have to.."

I remember I said trying don't sound like I was doubting her capacities.

"Well on my mind, I do need. You always do that, I feel useless, I'm no princess in danger, i can do that"

I got closer touching her back while she packed her bag with "travel" supplies. She looked at me, touched my face and smiled. I love this smile.

"I'll be alright, I know that area is dangerous but you know I know the way and I had a good survivor teacher"

She said and wrapped her arms around my neck and I hugged her feeling defeated. She never had to say much to convince me of anything. I know she was feeling bad about me doing the hard work and I think she deserves a chance. I need to show I really trust her.

"I will be counting the seconds.."

I sighed and she smiled widely packing my lips many times. She grabbed her bag, her gun and went through the door but before leaving she looked at me one last time.

"I love you"

We both said at same time, making our hearts beat at same rhythm.

She gonna be alright, I know.. at least I hope.

Barbara's P.O.V

I heard a small noise that made me wake up. I dozed off for a while when I expected the horde to calm down and preferably leave. I got up and checked outside by one of the windows. Empty. Thank God. My leg didn't hurt so much anymore, but the fact that the street was clean was a relief to m. I wouldn't have to run, just be careful.

I opened my bag and ate a chocolate bar. Stuart wasn't lying when he said that had good things this time, I got things I hadn't ete in years. I left the store quickly after eating and started walking my way back home.

I was almost closer, I smiled seeing my home. Finally, safe house. when I got on the home's street, had three zombies, between me and my house. Great.

I tried to carefully pass behind them, I was almost there, but again, I didn't pay enough attention, I tripped over something and fell to the floor, over my injured leg, I couldn't contain the scream. They heard and were already walking towards me. F U C K M E.

I looked at my house. It's not so far, I can do it. I ran, fast as I could, my leg was hurting a lot, the bandage already red with my blood but I did it. I could climb the special secret passage through the wall and done. I layed in the grass for a second trying to recover my breath, closing my eyes, finally feeling safe then something fell on top of me. I got scared until I could open my eyes. A beast. A fluffy beast.

"Hey Kal, you scared me baby"

I hugged the big black and white American Akita. It's mine and Henry's dog, our loyal companion, our dog son. We found him on our away to find a new safe place, he were a little injured on the front paws. Of course we felt in love with him and took care of him, we had to keep him and we did.

I petted him a little more before getting up.

"Alright, mommy needs a good break now. Promise to play later. Where's daddy? He had a heart attack?"

Oh he will when see my situation. I walked to inside our house and pulled the food supplies on the kitchen. I was focused until I hear the shower on bathroom upstairs. I smiled.

"What a good way of relax, huh?"

I walked upstairs, taking off my clothes though the way. When I opened the bathrooms door, I was fully naked. Oh that vision. My man, all naked.. that furry defined abs, those strong muscles.. that round booty.. and that big veiny dick, shit, even soft he's huge.. I'm so freaking lucky.

I licked my lips and tried to close the door softly but i ended up making noises.

"Thought I had told you need to be stealthy"

When I turned around, he was looking at me, with those gorgeous eyes that left me speachless since first time. Then he's face changed to worried and I realized he were looking at my wounded leg.

"Barbara, what the fuck just happened?"

I rolled my eyes then got into the shower with him. Before he could say something, I kissed him softly. He kissed me back of some type of way that I could feel how worried he were. Was a intense kiss, our tongues battling against each other, oxygen wasn't this necessary for us at this point. He quickly grabbed me tight and gave me a little boost then I had my legs wrapped around his waist. We ended our kisses with soft pecks and smiles. I looked at him. He had one hand around my back and another softly rubbing closer my wound.

"Hey are you alright, princess?"

I smiled way more with his soft voice and nodded.

"Yes, now I'm safe and happy"

[whocaresstillthelouvre]

The Middle & What's In Between (Joel's Version)

A moodboard, 550 word drabble, and playlist celebrating Chapter 3 of Elks.

A/N: I know I'm a day late, but I wanted to celebrate Joel's birthday and post a different story yesterday. I kept the moodboard simple this week, only focusing on Joel and his bluebell. Thank you, as always, for reading. I really love writing Joel's POV for this story.

He can still feel your lips lingering on his as he walks home, taking shelter under the umbrella he doesn’t need but accepted, because your sweetness is just as hard to resist as your kindness. His heart hasn’t stopped racing since that damn jar interrupted the first kiss he actually allowed himself to enjoy without guilt or shame. You’ve unlocked something within him. 

He steps into his home, made more his with every little bluebell you painted on his wall. 

He flips the light on in his studio. All the flowers you gave him now cover the wall. Bluebells of all different sizes and colors. It’s finished now. He wishes it wasn’t. What is he going to do without your company? 

The stereo sits in the corner, now silent just like his house without your constant humming or the tap of your paint brush against the jar. He only has a handful of CD’s, mostly given to him by Tommy, nothing like your impressive collection. He loves how enthusiastic you are for the things you enjoy. It makes him want to enjoy the simple pleasures of life more. He used to. Now, he has a chance to, a guiding light provided by your kindness and joy. 

Tomorrow he gets to see your home. He fell for you the instant he saw your classroom, and now he’ll see where you live. Where you spend most of your time. Where you’ve built your life for the last five years. 

For too long, he’s lived withered and weighed down by his loss for years; never allowing himself to accept grace and peace along with grief. His eyes settle on a cluster of flowers and names each bell after somebody he’s lost to get to Jackson.

Sam, Henry, Bill, Frank, Tess. 

Scars that mar his heart, much like the ones all over his body. 

He’s tired of being controlled by the weight of his losses. Violence and death littered the path to his now comfortable life. 

A butterfly with light blue wings is painted above that cluster. 

She loved butterflies. 

His thoughts drift to her. She’d be so disappointed in the man he became after losing her. She wouldn’t even recognize him. 

But now, with the edges of him softened thanks to his new life–maybe she’d see the signs of the father he once was.

He names the butterfly Sarah, floating amongst the bluebells. He thinks she’d like Ellie. 

Elllie.

She’s helped bring him back, he’s slowly finding the old Joel, piece by piece. He finds it in the gentle smile he gives her when she makes him proud. The more burnt toast he eats so she can have the perfect slice on mornings when she’s up early enough to have breakfast with him. The way he always checks to see if her light is on in the garage that he insulated and outfitted just for her.

It’s time for him to allow himself the grace and peace to love and care for others.

He grabs a couple of pieces of wood that’ll work perfect for what he has planned. It’s going to be a long night, but he won’t finish until he’s done creating something for you. Tomorrow morning he’ll skip pancakes and sleep in. It just takes time. 

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The Middle & What's In Between

Elks Chapter 3 Version 2.0

Chapter Rating: T. (Nothing explicit for the first few chapters.) Chapter Summary: You complete your mural for Joel as your feelings for him grow even stronger, and he might just feel the same way for you. Chapter Warnings: mention of child loss, first kiss, joel being ridiculously soft and touching your cheek a lot, spilled paint water (my enemy), cursive and brand new cd mentions (i'm writing what i know folks), like, zero drama at all, i'm sorry i'm so adverse to writing angst when it comes to jackson joel. Words: 3,700 Header courtesy of @saradika-graphics

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Masterlist Playlist

“The Recluse” by Cursive. 

The rain still falls on Friday, puddles grow in size and make everyone’s shoes soaked. Your students are grumpy with the canceled patrol training, and your own patience quickly dissipates due to the anticipation of going back to Joel’s house. 

You ring your bell to signal the end of the day. Your students are quick to all file out of the room–all except for Ellie, who lingers. 

“Saw what you’re doing at Joel’s,” she says, a small smile tugging at her upper lip, “I like it a lot.”

“Thanks. I figured I’d run into you while I was there. Where’ve you been?”

“I’ve been hanging in the garage. Joel ‘n I just got it all set up for me. Thought I’d give you and him some time alone.” 

“...Time alone?” 

“Yup. You know, alooooone time.” 

“Ellie. Come on now. Stop. I’m painting a freakin’ mural for him.”

“Okay, Teach, whatever you say,” she grins mischievously. “I see him looking at you all the time. He has big eyes, I don’t think he realizes I know exactly where he’s looking. I think he likes yoooou.” 

“Shut up,” you roll your eyes. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Nope! I’m leaving you two alone. I’ll see you Monday!” Ellie winks from the doorway.

You shake your head as she leaves, you’ve never met a kid like her.

After laying out your library supplies for the morning and locking up the school, you hurry home to drop off your bag. You change into your painting clothes, eat one of your homemade granola bars, and pick up the gift you’ve grabbed for Joel. With a goodbye pet and nuzzle for your cats, you turn your lamp on and close the door behind you, stepping into the chilly, soaked spring evening. The short walk to Joel’s feels longer under the pouring rain.

For the third time in a week, you’re outside of Joel’s house wearing your same paint-splattered overalls. You return his smile when Joel opens the door with a dish towel in his hands.

“Come on in,” he says, drying his hands. You’ve become entranced by the sight of someone like him–capable and rough around the edges–do something so domestic. The same hands that wash dishes, cook dinner, and adjust couch pillows have also held weapons and taken lives. His voice breaks you out of your thoughts. “Hope the rain didn’t make it too bad gettin’ here.”

“Oh, it was fine,” you say, wiping your feet on his doormat and closing your umbrella. “Nothing was as bad as dealing with the kids today, they hate canceled training days.”

“M’sure of that,” Joel says, glancing down at the two umbrellas in your hand.

You hold one out to him. “So, I had a spare umbrella in my house, and was saving it for a– rainy day. I want you to have it so you don’t have to walk in the rain when you walk me–or someone else home.” 

“Mmhmm,” Joel nods and chuckles. “Only people I’ve walked home are you ’n technically Ellie to the garage. One time Tommy when he had a little too much to drink.”

“Well, it’ll do you more use than sitting in my closet.” 

“Thanks. Real sweet of you.” His eyes stay on yours for a moment. You’d give him a hundred umbrellas just to keep him looking at you this way. 

“I should start, should be done with everything tonight,” you huff out, while trying to calm your nerves.

“Course,” he steps aside to let you move into the room. Your brushes and paints are exactly where you left them the night before, but a new addition catches your eye.

Your breath hitches. “You moved your stereo in here?” 

“I did,” he says, stepping beside you. “Thought you’d like to pick whatever CD you want without havin’ to leave the room. It’ll be louder in here. Your book’s right next to it for you.”

“Joel… this is so sweet,” you gasp out while your fingers absentmindedly rub the daisy pendant around your neck. “You moved everything, this had to have taken a long time.”

“Was no problem,” he shrugs, “I wanted to do something nice for ya.”

“You’ve already done so much Joel,” you say softly.

“It’s been real nice havin’ you around,” his voice makes your heart race. “It’s bee–I like having your company in the evenings.”

“I’ve enjoyed being here too,” you reply with a smile, barely able to hear your own voice over the thudding in your chest.

He lingers for a moment before clearing his throat. “Alright then, I’m gonna let you get started. Put on some music, let me know if you need anything. I’ll be in the dining room working.”

You nod, grateful for the moment to compose yourself as you pick up your CD book.

“And now we proudly present Songs perverse and songs of lament A couple hymns of confession And songs that recognize our sick obsessions So sing along I’m the ugly organ!”

It feels like twenty years ago. You paint as you play one of your favorite albums, The Ugly Organ. It still works, one of the few small miracles in the apocalypse. You pick it because you think Joel might just like it. 

Your mind drifts to a web of familiar thoughts as you paint…

There are so many things everyone lives without now:  traffic reports, amusement parks, cell phones, hot dogs, airplanes. Inconsequential things missed. Major life moments missed. You never got your driver's license. You never got to go to your first school dance with James, your cute friend who definitely had a crush on you too. You never got to go to Disney World. 

You learned fairly quickly that your survival was dependent on how much you could sacrifice and live without. Especially in the QZ, where bright colors disappeared under layers of dust and decay, once shiny metal rusting away. Three meals a day replaced by a morsel of food here and there to keep your stomach from growling. Freedom of choice becoming nonexistent.

But art? You still had art. You were lucky to have your three art notebooks and box of colored pencils. Those pencils whittled down by years and years of use. When the pages of your books filled up, you turned to your walls. Your ration cards were bartered for anything you could use to draw with whenever you could afford it. Your notebooks held your fantasy of a normal life:  a takeout coffee cup with a croissant on a plate next to a folded up newspaper, a Christmas tree adorned with ornaments and garland, a brick house with urns full of flowers by the front door, a bowl of macaroni and cheese. 

Then, Jackson. Jackson brought you color, Jackson brought you music, Jackson brought you a place to feel like you had a home. Jackson brought you your close circle of friends, Jackson brought you your belief in civility, and yourself, back. And Jackson gave you Joel. The thought of him sends a chill up your spine as you realize how special he’s become to you, more than just a crush… now a friend. 

The CD ends, after the rousing ten-minute-long final song. The lead singer repeats “the worst is over” along with a grand choir. The words resonate with you, you’re safe and happy here in Jackson. Life feels full… especially now as you’ve found some sort of companionship with Joel. 

You step back and admire the mural. Flowers begin to bloom across Joel’s wall. The water held in your paint jar turns just as violet as the bluebells across the wall. Your sense of pride in your art grows along with each painted bluebell. 

You pick up your CD book and flip through the pages, choosing the last CD you bought before that fateful fall day in 2003. Black birds fly across the reflective silver disc. You slide it into the stereo and hit play before picking up your brush. 

“I’m sinking like a stone in the sea, I’m burning like a bridge for your body”

The week before the world ended, you scheduled your drivers license test. Monday, September 29 at 4 PM. You were so close to freedom. You had already warned your favorite teacher that you’d have to leave art club early, and your mom requested off to take you in. You had practiced and studied, you were confident you’d pass. 

You glance towards the doorway, where you can faintly hear Joel working in the dining room. What was his life like back then? What did he drive? What kind of responsibilities did he have?  You know he was a contractor. What reason would he have to leave work early? 

You ponder about Joel's life before the outbreak as you paint each petal, getting lost in mixing the perfect indigo hues for each bell.

The final song plays, the singer croons over his acoustic guitar. He sings a story about a shipwreck, about death, about love. It’s your favorite, you never got to learn it on guitar. 

“What they call love is a risk, You'll always get hit, Out of nowhere, By some wave and end up on your own”

You finish the last few bluebells in complete silence save for the random hammer knocks coming from Joel in the other room.

You dip your brush in your jar of water and step back. Long green stems sprout from the baseboard, green wispy stalks shooting out embellished with bells of all different hues of lavender and indigo. You’re proud of what you’ve created for Joel, you hope he loves it. 

“Joel,” you call softly, peeking your head out of the doorway down the hall, “it’s done.”

You hear the scrape of the chair against the hardwood floor. Your heart begins to hammer against your chest as you hear his steps get closer. You’re nervous, so unbelievably nervous. You want him to like it, you’ve never done this for someone else. Nobody has ever asked you to share your creation with them in such a large size. Your art now takes up a piece of his home now, that feels monumental. 

You stand in front of the mural, staring forward at the mural as you hear him enter the room. You can’t bring yourself to look at him. You wait, feeling your heart thump against your chest as he stands behind you. Then, a sharp inhale from him.

“Wow…” he exhales. You can hardly hear him. “This is beautiful… thank you.” 

You want to smile and turn to him, be more present in the moment, but instead you feel like you don’t belong here. The vulnerability of this moment along with the feelings you have for him overwhelms you.

You nod, swallowing hard, still focusing on the wall. “I’m glad you like it,” you manage to say, your voice quiet and shy. 

“I… had a daughter before …everything. Name was Sarah,” the tenderness in his voice almost breaks you as you hear his revelation, “used t’call her my bluebell.”

Everything inside of you sinks at his admission. Sarah. You try to offer some sort of comfort, but everything feels inadequate. All you can do is apologize. “Joel… I’m sorry, so sorr—“

“I know you are,” he cuts you off gently. “I don’t need to hear that, please.”

He steps closer towards you, his front brushes against your back. “Seeing these flowers here… it means a lot.”

“I’m glad, I’m so glad,” a heartbroken whisper escapes your lips. 

“Thank you,” one of his calloused, large hands lands on your shoulder. Skin meeting skin where your tank top and overalls don’t cover. 

“You’re welcome, I feel honored to do this for you… and her.” You swallow down the sadness in your voice. Everyone’s lost so much, it’s an unspoken understanding for everyone who has survived.

“You’re so talented, this is gorgeous sweetheart. Y��sweet, so sweet,” Joel whispers as he turns you to face him. He grabs your hand, his thumb brushing softly over your knuckles. “The way you’ve come into here, making it more beautiful with your art, your music, ’n your laughter. You’re so soft and pure, don’t know how someone like you still exists.”

“Joel,” you exhale at his confession. Your skin tingles all over, your body begins to warm. His sweet words shush the sadness held within you. 

His hand lifts to your chin, tilting your face up towards him. “So sweet,” he says again, his eyes roam around your face. Your lips part instinctively, his eyes drop to them. He slowly leans in, his forehead rests against yours, his warm breath fans across your skin. “Wanted to kiss ya’ the day I saw your classroom. The mural on the wall… you make everything around you more beautiful.” 

You breathe in his words with every inhale, words you could only dream of somebody telling you. His hand lets go of yours and moves to your back drawing you closer against his body. The tip of his nose nudges against yours. His lips meet your lips–softly, slowly, deliberately. He’s so gentle with you, overwhelming you. The tenderness of his touch and of his care, it’s not something you’ve ever felt. He makes you feel warm, he makes you feel safe. 

You melt under his touch, your body becoming pliant as his strong arm wraps around your waist. His large hand rests on your hip, fingers tracing the fabric of your overalls. You’re a grown woman and he makes you feel so small and juvenile, kissing your crush in your paint stained overalls after a day at school. 

The kiss turns hungrier, breaths quickening, tongues tasting tongues, the casualness and comfortability of the past few days turning into fevered kisses. You snake your hands up his chest to wrap around his neck, threading your fingers through his wavy hair. He pulls you even closer, your body now smashed against his. Joel lets out a guttural groan that vibrates against your lips as he lifts you and moves the two of you back towards his work bench.

A loud CLANG interrupts everything. You both blink, breathless, and look down to see the jar of paint knocked over, indigo tinted water spreading across the floor.

“Goddamnit,” Joel utters as he sets you back down on the floor, his chest rises and falls with deep breaths. “Knocked over the paint water.”

“I’m sorry, I’m usually careful about where I place that.” 

“S’okay, I’ll go get a towel,” he says, already walking out of the room.

You use your small paint rag to pathetically mop up a small bit of water, still trying to catch your breath from what just happened. 

Were you really just kissing Joel Miller? Did Joel Miller want to kiss you? He did. He definitely kissed you, and you kissed him back. He even said he wanted to kiss you before. He called you sweet. Are you dreaming? The man you’ve written songs about, the man you’ve watched from the corner of the bar, the man you’ve thought about every day since the first time you first saw him. That man you just kissed you.

“Guess we lucked out it didn’t break.” Joel interrupts your inner dialogue as he kneels down and places the towel over the stain.

“Sorry again,” you apologize. 

“Don’t worry yourself, it’s cleaned up just fine, I’ve done much worse to these floors with stain and dirt.” He stands, offering his hand and you take it. You rise with a smile, he doesn’t let go of your hand, his palm covers yours. “See? Back to brand new.” 

He’s so reassuring and so tender, now you know why–Joel Miller has known love before. 

“Was hoping my favor to you would be done but it’s not. Come on.” 

He doesn’t drop your hand as he leads you down the hallway into the dining room. On the table lies a guitar surrounded by tools. “Should be done tomorrow, there’s a fret that’s giving me a helluva time, but other than that it’s all fixed.” 

Your eyes widen at the sight. Music. “Joel… I—I can’t believe this.” You beam at him. “Thank you.” 

“Course sweetheart,” he raises his hand to your cheek to touch you again. “It’s nothin’, wanted you to have your music back.” 

Your fingers brush over the hard wood of the body, you note a rough patch from a hole that Joel filled in. The guitar is so worn and rugged but also so soft and polished. It’s beautiful. 

Joel’s kind action surrounds your heart and plants a thought in your brain quickly realizing everything that you’ve done with him the past few days. Does Joel really like you the way you like him? It feels impossible. How would someone like him like someone like you? He’s strong and capable, you’re just a lone woman who likes to paint pretty pictures of animals and talk to her cats for entertainment. You know many of the rumors you’ve heard about big, bad Joel Miller are true. What’s this man doing using his time to make something nice for you? 

“Joel, this is–wow–so much. Are you sure?”

He nods, his eyes steady on yours. “M’sure, I’m happy to do it, it really wasn’t difficult, ’n like I said, I just have to fix the last fret and it’ll be good.”

“Thank you, again, I can’t believe this.” 

“Believe it,” he says softly, his hand lingering on you cheek before letting it fall.

It’s so much, everything that has gone on between the two of you begins to overwhelm you–making you even more tired than you realize. You hide a yawn behind your forearm, blinking your tired eyes a couple of times. “Sorry,” you yawn again, “I always get tired on Friday evenings.”

He watches you, a look of affection in his eyes. “S’alright. I know you’re tired ’n have an early morning tomorrow.”

“I do…” as much as you hate to admit it, you should get home. You don’t want to. The affection, the kiss, the look in Joel’s eyes when he looks at you. You really like being here. You don’t know if you’ll get another chance. 

“I’ll walk you home, sweetheart. You have a lot to take.” 

There it is again. Sweetheart. Three times now, he’s called you that.

“I’m going to get all of my stuff packed up.” 

“Sure, I’ll help you,” he says, following you back into his studio. 

You start gathering your paints into your cardboard box, while Joel gingerly takes your CD out of the player, his movements measured as if he knows how much the disc means to you. Another sign of Joel’s ability to care that makes you fall deeper for him. 

“You know… like I said last night… you can come over any time and use my stereo,” he says, placing a hand on his neck and rubbing it back and forth.

He actually looks nervous as he extends his offer to you, making your heart skip a beat.

“I… yeah, that sounds really nice.” 

Joel picks up your box full of paint off of his work table, his eyebrows furrowing critically at the sight of the worn cardboard. “This box is on its last straw, you know that, right?”

“I do, I just… don’t really have anything else big enough to fit everything that I can easily carry.”

“Hmm,” he grunts disapprovingly, as if he truly does care about the inanimate objects that belong to you. 

“I hardly have to take it places, so it’s not that terrible,” you offer.

“Still deserve better than that,” he says under his breath tucking the box under his arm. 

Joel opens his door before grabbing his new umbrella. “No need to use yours, this’ll work for both of us.” 

“We’ve shared one before,” you smile.

Your comment grants a chuckle from Joel. You love hearing his laugh. “Come on, let’s get you home.” 

The rain is light now–almost more of a mist–there’s no reason for an umbrella, but neither of you acknowledge or mention it. You like being under it with Joel, you like feeling the way your bodies brush against each other. You like how he angles it to fully cover you, leaving his large frame half open to the elements. 

As your home comes into view, you start to feel a pang of sadness. You don’t want this walk to end. You’ve never felt like this with anybody before. The instant comfortability of him, the way you can make him laugh, and the way he watches you, as if he can’t take his eyes off of you. 

Joel places the box of paints down on your porch table. “You home tomorrow night?” 

“Yeah. Just have the library, but I’m usually back here by the late afternoon.”

“S’alright if I come by and drop your guitar off in the evening?”

“Yes, of course it is,” your voice squeaks a little too high with excitement. 

He smiles, stepping closer, his broad frame towering over you, blocking the soft glow of the porch light. “Alright sweetheart, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” his voice low, eyes locked on your lips.

Your back presses against the door, your heart pounding against your chest as he leans in. “Yes, tomorrow,” you manage to whisper out.

“Thank you for your beautiful gift,” he says softly, his breath warm against your skin. “I‘m gonna go sit in my chair, and look at it.”

“You’re welcome,” another whisper even quieter than the one before.

Joel leans in closer, angling his head down to place a quick soft kiss against your lips, you barely have a chance to savor it before he’s pulling away. 

He cups your cheek again. “G’night sweetheart,” his low voice makes your knees weak, thankful for he front door against your back. You watch as he turns and walks away, this time he doesn’t look back.

[dancing-cockroaches]

My life flashed before my eyes twice today bcuz my brain kicked into fuckin fight or flight hyper mode. I had an interview then decided to go straight to the homeless shelter for kitchen work instead of driving all the way back home. Since there was some time inbetween those two things, I decided hm let me just grab something to eat. I drive past the city occasionally, but never have I driven through it. I was waiting at a red light to turn, when someone behind me honked. At a fucking red light. Close to where someone just got fuckin shot at a red light, like last week. I was like omg this is the man. Hes gonna kill me for making him wait at a red light. Hes gonna kill me or these huge cars with the right of way are going to t-bone and kill me.

I decided to skip grabbing food altogether and gtfo outta the area. That's when an accident happened right on the interstate. The cars in front of me merged over, and soon I saw a stopped car in the middle of the lane. I saw no damage or the accident happen, I just saw a dude get out of his car and immediately thought "holy fuck he's got a gun hes going to start randomly shooting I need to fuck outta here" and almost slammed into a minivan before realizing it was an accident. Then I was just stuck there for 10 minutes because it's not very possible to merge when theres no space between vehicles. I then saw 3 more accidents in about a span of 4 miles. Gotta love it.

But it was worth it cuz an old man asked for extra mashed potatoes and when I gave him it he smiled and said "ah I love ya lady" and I was like. This is worth a quarter tank of gas and fearing for my life. My fiance thinks I'm insane, not that he knows I volunteer because that would make him think I lost my absolute marbles, but because I've picked up so many interviews for direct support professional or shelter monitor. One of them is for a graveyard shift at a shelter with 200+ beds. At $12 an hour. Yes maybe that is completely insane given the pay rate. But I also couldnt do with the unfulfilling office life anymore, it was driving me up the walls batshit. The fact working 2 unpaid shifts made me happier than my entire 4 year career cemented my decision. It was more cemented years ago when I'd help out at the group homes my friends lived at when I was in HS, but it took 5 years to finally be pushed to my limit to pursue it.

[hazbbyhaz]

sleepless || harry styles

thirteen

pairing: Harry Styles x OC

synopsis: The aftermath

disclaimer: talk of pills, talking through doors, minor details of self harm

“Fair” is never an answer. But it’s right. - Hanya yanagihara, A Little Life

The walls of Avery’s bathroom are covered in an ancient-looking yellow tile. The estate agent, a middle-aged man, had told her that they could easily change out the tile for something more modern if she wanted. Not wanting to inconvenience him, she said that she would take care of it.

She never did. After moving in and getting to know the space, she had grown quite fond of the yellow space, and never found the desire to change it. The floor was a wooden paneling, like the rest of the flat. Which, in her opinion, wasn’t fitting for a bathroom.

Her fingers traveled over the lined pattern on her floor, Harry’s voice dampened behind the closed bathroom door. She had tried to focus on his voice a few times now, but her mind would just drift off until there was only a soft hum in her head.

When she had first locked herself into the bathroom, he had begged for her to open the door. His continuous knocking was doing nothing to persuade her in changing her mind. Eventually, the knocking ceased and she could hear his footsteps grow farther and farther from the door. She thought he had left. But soon, he returned to his spot and began talking once again.

The words that she had heard sounded familiar. It took a minute or two before it finally clicked. He had gotten up and retrieved a book from her shelf, it was a children's book. This particular one she had read often as a kid.

“There,” She rocked him back and forth.” Harry's muffled voice had found its way through the wooden barrier. “There, you foolish, beautiful boy who wants to change the world. There, there. And who could keep from loving you? Who could keep from loving a boy so brave and true?” That part in particular didn’t sound familiar.

Avery managed to get up off of the floor, taking a look into the mirror. The crying and lack of sleep were evident on her face, displayed in splotches of red and blue on her alabaster skin.

Hearing her moving about, Harry stops reading. “Ave… please talk to me, Avery.” The doorknob turns and he immediately gets up, taking in her sheltered frame. She was wearing a massive white tee shirt that somehow made her look even smaller, completely swallowing her figure.

“Hey…” He whispers. She didn’t reply, just stared at him, biting her lip until the healed cuts opened up once again. “Are you hungry?” She nods.

“Alright, I can make you something.” As he makes his way to the kitchen, he is not paying attention to see if she follows behind him. Harry knew that she needed space, and right now, that's what she would get. After a thorough search he found a can of tomato soup.

Avery appeared in the kitchen while he was putting the soup on the stove. She was sitting at one of the barstools by the counter. She had her arms crossed on the smooth surface, her head resting atop of them.

The stillness in the air was evident. Encasing them both in its being.

“When I-I uhm… take the valerian pills, they sometimes make it worse,” Her voice was hoarse from all the crying and screaming. As her lips begin to quiver, Harry's mind is yelling at him to do something. Anything. He has never felt more helpless than he does at this moment. There is so much pain and sadness surrounding her. So much, he finds it hard to bear. What could he do that could help? Alas, nothing. There were no words, or gestures for this kind of darkness.

Harry was no stranger to sadness. With everything that he has gone through with Francis, he knew how to handle it well. Even with all of the things Francis had done, he’d never experienced something quite like this.

Francis hid everything, but Avery… Avery was just there, defenseless and alone. Francis inflicts pain on himself. The very thought of it made Harry sick, but he knew that it was the only way for Francis to rid himself of his pain and sadness.

Avery is different. She is constantly surrounded by her own pain in such intensity, that she just waits for it to pass. It's like a bubble around her that she endures because she never had anybody to show her how to get out of it.

Harry knew that she didn't have any other friends. She had not once mentioned anyone else, never mentioned her family. He watched her as she met his friends for the first time. It was as if she couldn't grasp the concept of love and friendship.

He poured the soup into two bowls, opening a few drawers until he located the cutlery. He placed the food in front of Avery, she said a quiet thank you before they both started to eat.

“Do you hate me now?”

He sighed. “I don't hate you, Avery. I could never hate you,” Her eyes met his, she forced a small smile. “I'm just… shocked…”

She nods.

“Is it always this bad?’’

“Not always.”

They finish their soup, and as Harry starts the dishes, he tells Avery to lie down on the sofa. She obeys without question. Soon, he is sat right beside her. “Can you play something for me?”

“On the piano?”

She gives another small nod.

“Sure. What do you want to hear?” He walks over to the instrument and lifts the lid.

“Something…” She thinks for a moment. “Hopeful. Play something hopeful.”

“Whatever the lady wants.” He says as he starts to mindlessly press the keys. He steals a quick glance towards Avery, who's watching him with a slight smile. “What do you think about New York?”

“Never been,” she says with a shrug.

“Well, what about a six-minute trip to New York then?” He says with a grin on his face. “Close your eyes for me, Ave.”

She does.

“Now, imagine New York how you know it from films. All the lights, the people, the river. Do you see it?”

She giggles. “Yes, I see it.”

And with that, he starts playing to the only audience he will ever need.

Well, some folks like to get away…

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All Your Fault

Yancy x gender neutral!reader, Illinois x gender neutral!reader

@glitchbitch69 ty for the prompt!

A/N: aight look, im not good with angst. I did my best??? Rated T for cursing and like 1 single mention of blood. It's sad boy hours out here. Mostly Yancy x reader, a bit Illinois x reader if you squint. I bet you could probably say Yancy x Illinois, too. Fluffy at the end.

Word Count: 2.2k

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Yancy sits near the lantern, glaring at the adventurer sitting across from him. The adventurer in question was looking at the side of the tent, watching for any shadows.

Zombies are attracted to light after all.

Or is it sound… and moths are attracted to light…

I'm getting off topic. Let's continue.

Yancy clenches his fists when he thinks back to you…

You…

He loved you…

Your skin, your smile, your handsome and/or beautiful face…

And now you were gone. You disappeared.

No… you were taken from him.

And it was all this bastards fault.

Illinois. Yancy hated Illinois. But you made him promise to stay with him. Safety in numbers. It took everything he had not to deck the guy every time he opened his mouth. He was so cocky and arrogant for absolutely no reason! He was so annoying! He hated him… he missed you… he missed you a lot…

Illinois, on the other hand, was fond of Yancy. He found him endearing. And if you liked him, he couldn't be that bad. The kid did kill his parents, but he didn't know the whole story. He couldn't judge. He was happy when Yancy decided to stay with him. He had something to remember you by… he liked Yancy and he loved you. And he missed you.

But he'd never let that show. He'd keep his feelings to himself. He'd act just like he always did. Cocky, flirty, and adventurous. He had to. For Yancy. For you.

He missed you a lot.

Illinois turns back to Yancy, who's glaring daggers into his soul. He smirks at the man.

"C'mon, bud, I know I'm handsome, but there's no need to stare," he teases. Yancy narrows his eyes even more.

"Fuck youse," Yancy growls.

"Language, pal, language," Illinois chuckles. If Yancy glared any harder his eyes would pop out of his sockets. Illinois crossed his legs. "There ain't any out there now. I think it's safe to go to sleep." Yancy, still a bit pissy, nodded and layed down on a jacket. Your jacket. The jacket you lost when you died. He loved the jacket… it smelled like you…

Illinois was a bit jealous that you had given Yancy your jacket, but he understood. Yancy was nicer. You were closer to him. You both let yourselves be vulnerable around each other.

Unlike Illinois, who was too proud and masculine for his own good.

He waited until Yancy was sleeping before lying down himself. You made him promise to keep Yancy safe. He intended on keeping it. Only when he was absolutely sure Yancy was asleep, he laid down. He covered his face with his hat and closed his eyes.

--

Illinois wakes up and puts his hat back on his head. He yawns and rubs the sleep out of his eyes. He could feel how empty his stomach was.

"Alright, bud, I'm gonna go out and-" Illinois looked over, only to find there was no one there. His eyes widened. He left the tent and looked around frantically.

"Yancy? Yancy?!" He called. Oh no. No, no, no, no, no! He had promised. He was supposed to keep Yancy safe! What's he gonna do? He looked over and saw a dense forest with sneaker tracks in the dirt. He took a deep breath and headed in.

He ran through the woods, gun in hand, hoping and wishing and praying to find the prisoner. Why the hell did he run here? Did he see a zombie and panic? Did he see a zombie and not warn Illinois? That's rude…

He searches for 15 minutes without finding anything. He tries his best to go in a straight line, but he falls down a hill, not exactly knowing where he came from when he gets to the bottom. He groans and staggers to his feet. He holds his head, but pulls his hand away as he feels blood.

"Ain't that just peachy," he grumbles. He takes bandages he found at a hospital and wraps them around his head. He walks forward, hoping to find a trace of Yancy. He finds something even better. He finds Yancy, sitting on the grass, barely moving. Illinois sighs in relief. "Jesus, man, y'almost gave me a heart attack…" Yancy doesn't move. Illinois frowns and slowly walks towards him. "Kid…?" He reaches out.

"I saw them," Yancy says, barely above a whisper.

"Saw… who?" Illinois asks, hoping he isn't going crazy.

"Y/N… I saw them… they was right there… I went after them but they was gone…"

"Yancy…"

"Don't you fuckin' "Yancy" me, asshole!" Yancy suddenly screams. Illinois steps back, surprised.

"Y/N's gone Yancy," Illinois calmly explains. Yancy clenches his fists so hard he draws blood. His face is fixed in a hateful glare, and tears begin streaming down his face.

"I know they're fuckin gone! I've known that for the past 3 months! I know that they're gone, and I know that it's all because of you!" He screams, sobbing between sentences. "Y/N's gone and it's all your fault!" Illinois frowns, not knowing how to respond to that accusation. It wasn't his fault… was it? You decided to distract them… that was your decision… it wasn't his fault… it wasn't. Illinois inhales deeply.

"I'm going to go look for some food. I expect you to be back at camp by the time I get back." Yancy scoffs and turns away from him. "I'll give you some time to cool down." Illinois turns back towards where he came. He paused for a moment, wondering if he should comfort Yancy. He decided against it.

He'd only make it worse.

--

Illinois is out for a bit longer than he expected. He had a run in with a really weird military guy… what was his name? Ted? Not like it matters. He's dead. Illinois did manage to find a couple cans of soup, beans, and vegetables in an abandoned camp. He wondered what happened to them…

He decides not to think about it too much.

He makes his way back to camp, hoping Yancy listened to him this one time. He was happily surprised to find Yancy sitting next to a fire, holding two birds. He looks up at Illinois for a moment before looking away. Illinois raises a brow.

"I, uh… I thought I'd surprise you with lunch… but… I don't know how to cook a bird…" he explains awkwardly. Illinois smiles.

"That's alright. It's difficult. Here, we'll cook these and save them for dinner. We should pack up and keep moving." Yancy nods as Illinois begins to show what he's supposed to do.

After they finish cooking the birds and eating two cans of beans, they pack up. They decided it'd be better to keep moving and look for better shelter than to sit around doing nothing. By the time dinner rolled around, they'd found a nice, small, abandoned house. They both agreed it was best to stay there instead of in the tent for another night. There were two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a kitchen. It was cozy. They liked it. They manage to get the stove to work using a lighter, and they make soup to eat with their bird meat. They sit in silence eating their dinner, both feeling very awkward. Yancy sets his bowl down after he finishes and sighs.

"Uh… hey, Illinois?" He asks. Illinois looks up. "I'm, uh… I'm… sorry about earlier…" Illinois smiles sadly.

"It's fine, kid."

"No, it's not… I had no right to say that to youse, I was feeling sad and I needed someone to blame, so I took it out on youse… I'm sorry," Yancy explains. Illinois blinks at his sudden maturity and smiles.

"Alright, I forgive you," they both sit, smiling at each other, sharing a moment of mutual understanding. Until…

"I would hate to see your cute little face upset," Illinois winks. Yancy squints at him.

"Youse is a douchebag," he grabs his bowl and takes it back to the kitchen.

Both men sleep in the bedrooms, feeling a bit more closure. They knew that it wasn't either of their faults. They could get along better now. They'd be alright.

--

Yancy wakes up to something small hitting his arm. He brushes it off as a bug, even when he feels it three different times in the exact same place. Then, he feels something much larger hit him in the face.

"OW, what the fuck?!" He yells. He looks down to see a fairly thick book on the floor. He looks out the window, wondering who just threw it. Instead of seeing a human, he sees zombies at the front, trying to break through the door and windows. Yancy yelps and runs across the hall to where Illinois is sleeping. He shakes the adventurer harshly, calling his name to get him up. Illinois groans.

"What? What is it?" He whines. Yancy grabs him up and pulls him to the window, where even more zombies are trying to break in through the back door. Illinois yells out and scrambles to grab his stuff. They gather all their clothes, equipment and food, and run out a window on the side of the house. Illinois vaults out effortlessly. Yancy, on the other hand, does not know how to vault. He knocks a lot of things over and makes a lot of noise as he leaves. The zombies notice this and start to chase after them. Illinois grabs Yancy and starts running. Where to, he had no idea. Just away from there. They run and run and run until the end up in a forest. They run until they get to an open space, catching their breath.

"God…" Yancy pants, "I didn't know zombies were so fast…"

"Me either…" Illinois pants, "but we need to keep going." They try going forward, but are blocked by a wall of zombies. The same thing happens with the other three directions. They stand in the circle of zombies, looking back and forth, trying to find a way out. There was none.

"What do we do? What do we do?!" Yancy panics. Illinois stands, shaking, not knowing. He can't save him. He can't protect Yancy. He failed.

"I'm sorry, Y/N… I'm so sorry…" he whispers. Yancy hears it and covers his face with his hands. They both sit, holding and hugging each other, waiting for what's to come.

Suddenly, they hear quick footsteps and the zombies all stop. Keeping their eyes closed, they hear a series of grunts and moans and groans. Then they hear the zombies leave.

Wait… the zombies are leaving?

They open their eyes to see all the zombies just… gone. Except for one. Right in front of them. Illinois stands up, pulling Yancy with him. He hides the man behind his back and brandishes his gun, ready to shoot. But the zombie steps back, holding its hands up. Since when do zombies surrender? He sees something shine in his eye and looks to see what it is. He sees a necklace.

A golden necklace.

A necklace he gave to you on your second adventure together…

Wait…

He looks up at the zombie's face. Your face was a bit gray, but it was you.

It was you!

"Y/N?" He asks in disbelief. You look up at him and smile, nodding happily. Illinois drops his gun and runs over, hugging you. Yancy stands for a moment not knowing what to do.

"No… no way…" he starts. Illinois turns, expecting him to be angry or confused. He's just the opposite. He's smiling from ear to ear. "NO FUCKING WAY!" He yells and runs into your arms. He starts to sob.

"But… but you…" Illinois starts. You shrug and show him your bite. Yancy pulls away.

"But how are youse… y'know… thinkin'?" He asks. You think for a moment, knitting your eyebrows together, before shrugging. Yancy laughs. "Of course ya don't know, ya dumbass," you gently punch his shoulder.

"How'd you find us?" Illinois asks. You scratch the back of your neck. You try to talk, but no words form.

Is that just… a thing? With zombies?

Hm. Guess so. Anyways.

You get on your knees, grab a stick, and write something in the mud. "I've followed you for the past two months. I know what you smell like."

"You know what we smell like? Aw…" Illinois teases. You glare at him playfully. It was nice to know he hadn't changed. Yancy, on the other hand, looked 3 minutes away from a full-on emotional breakdown.

"2 months? 2 months youse was right there? 2 months we coulda been together?" He asks, tears visible in his eyes. You frown, feeling guilty. You take Yancy into your arms and just hold him. He starts to cry. Which turns into sobbing. Illinois stands, looking at you two. He smiles. You were back! Thank God. He didn't think he could handle Yancy. After a minute he sighs.

"Alright, you two. Let's head out," he says. You nod and lift Yancy off of his knees. He wipes at his eyes and sniffles for a moment before walking, refusing to let go of your hand. Illinois follows close behind. You were back… you were still here, but now, you're with them. He almost couldn't believe it. He laughs to himself.

Yep. They'd be alright.

I'm supposed to be studying lol

[professional-benaddict]

Hello lovely! Wanted to wish you luck on your tests and leave you some gifts for the same reason that people eat chocolate before an examination.

(based on the new pics that popped up, it's trending on here)

Peter's always been slim, a miniature version of your average superhero with a small stature and slender limbs. But he's, well, not exactly buff yet take those sweaters off and you could dunk him in ivory paint and bam! A marble statue crafted from Michaelangelo.

An anatomy student could study the muscles of the body easily with Peter, body accustomed to a rigorous training of saving civilians and catching stray cars out of the air. So yeah. The guy's strong and he's slim but well built.

Which means that Tony has to work out if he's gonna carry Queens around. Steve, Bucky and Sam, the bastards, can swoop in and throw his baby over their shoulder before breaking out in a sprint. They have, actually.

Strange just has to whirl, hell, twitch slender hands and look, his 'protege' is gasping because oh my god Mr Strange, I'm flying!

He's not even gonna think about Wanda and Vision in this case, his blood pressure will rise and keep rising.

Tony's the only 'normal' human around (he's not an enhanced soldier, nor a trained spy, certainly not a military guy) and that leads to the horrible realization that shit, he has to work out.

It takes him months to get ready, months of exercising at the gym and wolfing down what's healthy (and maybe a few things that aren't, it was late at night and he was hungry, sue him) in an attempt at being romantic.

Because come on. He's Iron Man, he doesn't need to do this any more than Cap has to tinker with quantum mechanics.

He's doing this exclusively for Peter and for the chance of passing by a window and catching sight of all his hard work tucked inside a Hugo Boss suit.

It takes the billionaire a long time but he's finally ready. Friday helps him time it perfectly, AI softly welcoming Peter home after a day of overwhelming classes. The boy's got the plaid shirt that most definitely doesn't shelter him from the cold tugged half way down his arms, a bagel clutched between cute teeth when Tony siddles up to his favorite crime fighting spider.

He kisses a trembling nape, murmurs at their babysitter to kick up the temperature, ready the bath with bubbles and lavender oil because there's no way Peter will stay this cold when there's a perfectly good apartment at his disposal. Peter sinks into him, nuzzles his neck tenderly and oh ok, that's really all it takes for the arc reactor to burn just a bit brighter, metal doing odd things whenever the futile heart nearby beats faster.

Tony pulls the remaining clothes off, pushes thoughts of inadequacy aside when he sees his sweetheart laid bare. (He's not worthless, Tony deserves this person, this person loves him too, it's fine, he's fine, he's worth it-) The kid is trying to get him moving down the hall but nope, not today.

Ok, one, two, three. He crouches, wraps an arm around Pete's waist and the other goes towards strong things he absolutely loves to bite and kiss. And up.

No procrastinating here, oh no, not when his joints ache and creak angrily at him. Can Tony carry his baby to the bathroom? Yeah. Will his body be a tad sore today and tomorrow morning? Yes. Just, yes.

Peter's looking down, staring at the floor as if his head is still valiantly matching all the information and discovering that it makes no sense for Tony Stark to lift him bridal style to the bath tub.

There's a chance Peter's stopped breathing, based on the barely perceptible rise of a flat chest. Well, that's certainly good. He carefully lowers Peter down into the warm water, makes sure none of his limbs get knocked against extravagantly wide metal.

They spend ten minutes in silence, Peter moving around only to help Tony bathe him with the softest loofah ever made. The billionaire is fine with it, glad his lover can sort of shutdown when he feels safe with Tony. By the time they're done, Peter looks ready to topple over from sleep.

He urges him up, pats now deliciously warm skin dry with Pete's favorite white towel that's fluffier than the kid's hair.

"Up, there we go, baby. Hold onto me, such nice toes, I love them. There, all done. No need to be embarrassed, Pete. I love every single limb, including the cutest feet I've ever seen."

Tony throws the towel in the hamper and crouches again. This time, Peter curls his own hands around him, long fingers firm on shoulders that still ache from yesterday's work out.

It's worth it though, the sore muscles, when Peter sticks him to the bed with glinting webs, slender body mimicking a koala's.

"So the lifting is ok?"

"More than ok. I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna be walking around the tower any time soon when I have my own chauffeur."

"Come here, you little brat. Personal chauffeur, that's why I gave you a Stark car. Wait, shit, that's for your birthday. No, Peter, don't go to the basement. Friday, stop him. Underoos, you better pretend to be surprised unless you want me to never again carry you. I wanna se genuine excitement and surprise on August. Stop climbing the walls and get over here, dammit. Dissolve this so I can hug you and smother you until you forget about the car. Come on, under the blankets. See, was that so hard, Mr Impatient?"

(He doesn't forget the car but he lights up on his birthday anyway, laughs like a little kid when Tony carries him to the brand new vehicle, sunglasses doing absolutely nothing to hide the billionaire's smug glee from the other Avengers. It's fine, he likes when Tony's so obviously proud of having Peter by his side. Or, more accurately, on Tony's front.)

ABSOLUTE PERFECTION💗💗💗

[fortheloveofkuroo]

HAIKYUU AU:

Part 2 Part 3

Karasuno boys are having a sleepover in your place, their Manager!

It's almost midnight. They just finished their practice and getting ready to go home when a thunder suddenly strikes. The sound itself made the whole gym building shakes. Not so long after, a heavy shower of rain follows. Crap they might have to stay in the gym. But you, their manager feels bad for them. Of course you don't want the boys to spend the night over at the gym or the faculty room. So you decided.

"Come on boys! Let's have a sleepover at my house!" Their tired eyes glistened with hope. Some of them agreed but some of them decided to go home because they don't want to be a burden for you and their house are pretty close. That's what they said. So you, with the other boys proceed to go home and gets in your house. Luckily your parents are out of the town and your sibling is staying at their bestfriend's house.

After cleaning themself and stuffed their stomach with your homemade food, they went to bed. But, because of the lack of space reason. One boy have to share a bed with you...

1. Sawamura Daichi

The captain opposes the idea. At first.

"No no. We can stay and sleep at the faculty room. You don't have to shelter us (Y/n)." He said.

"Well does the faculty room is big enough? With Tsukki's and Kageyama's new height? I don't think so Daichi." You crosses your arm. Forcing your way in.

It's not the first time Daichi refuse to accept your help. Definitely not the last either. But what do you say? You're their manager afterall. You want to take care of them.

"It's fine! Come on boys let's get going-" "If you guys stay at the gym then i will too!" You smile. Daichi immediately (again) refuse.

"No! You cannot (Y/n)-san. What if you caught a cold?-" "That's what i'm saying Captain. What if the WHOLE team caught a cold? You wouldn't want that, do you?" You smirk while Daichi sighs. "Fine. Just one night."

Yas u win, eat it Daichi HAHAHAHA

The trip to your house isn't so bad. After all your house is the closest. When you all arrived the boys immediately gets in and.. wraked havoc.

"You guys! Where's your manner! It's not your own house!" He shouted while you giggled. "It's okay Daichi. Nobodys home except me. You all welcome to feel like it's your own house" You pat his shoulder lightly.

"Everyone can stay here for a while, i'll take a shower and cook for you all while you dry yourself. Don't worry it'll be fast!" You said while distributing towels to everyone.

While you make your way to the bathroom, you feel someone's eyes is staring at your back.

After you came back from bath, you start to cook for the boys. With Sugawara helping you.

Some of them to save the time decide to shower with more people or so. It did save time but it doesn't guarantee what your bathroom looks like after.

The hot homemade food are served. After the last one gets out of shower they all immediately eats. Because of their sports activity you used all of your groceries to cook for them. It doesn't matter though.

Daichi, who's kept looking at your direction didn't touch any of your cooking.

"Hey hey! Here, eat some. You'll starve at midnight if you don't eat dinner now." You pile his bowl with karaage that you just made. And you can't help but laugh when he got so panicked because it's too much.

Stomach already filled, it's time for bed. You divided the team. Some will sleep at your sibling's room, some will sleep at living room, and the others will sleep at the guest room. And then one boy will sleep with you.

"Um.. Due to lack of the space, one of you have to sleep with me."

At first Tanaka and Nishinoya immediately jumps out but Sugawara pulls them back.

"Since i'm the captain. I'll take care from here. I'll be the one who sleep with her. Because i don't trust any of you have a pure mind." He stares deadly at his teammates.

"Aah Daichi-san no fairr! What about you huh?? Do you have a pure mind too?!??" Tanaka and Nishinoya yelps and protest. But Daichi already kicked them off. "SLEEP!" he shouted while he shuts the door of your room.

You laughed. Seeing Daichi dicipline his teammates are hilarious and entertaining. You crawl to your bed and do a little stretch. While Daichi. Is frozen at his spot.

"Daichi? You okay?" He snaps out to reality and averts his gaze. "I think.. I should join the others at the living room."

It's his first time at a girl's room. YOUR room especially. Your scent is all over the place and he cannot take it.

Before his hand opens the door, your fingers already touches his arm. Sending him electric shock.

"Stay.." you asked. It's nothing like you. You usually sleeps by yourself. But the toughts of having someone sleeps by your side..

You help him set up the mattress. It's a good use now. Your bed always have that mini mattress below it and you never know what to do with it. After that you bounce to your bed.

"Well, Let's call it a night Daichi, G'night!" As you turn off the lights you notice that the moonlight is bright enough to lights up the entire room.

You wrap yourself in your blanket. Facing towards the wall. With Daichi below your bed. Somehow your heart can't keep calm.

"...(Y/n)?"

After like 30 minutes silence Daichi speak up. Finally.

"Mhm?" You turn towards him. Facing his side. As you turn, you notice his tired yet calm face in the darkness only powered by the moonlight. Your heart skips a beat.

"It's kinda chilly down here.. How are you up there?" He asked with his soothing voice.

"Yeah it is kinda cold. You want more blankets? I can get it-" "No.. Instead of.. Can you.. lend me your hand for a sec?"

You see no harm of doing that. So you extend your hand to him. Didn't even notice what's going to happen next. He suddenly pulls you down.

You yelp. But the second your body made a contact with his warm skin you automatically gets drowsy. It's so warm and nice.

His strongs arms wraps around your waist and the other hugging you close. You can feel his warm breath brushing against your forehead.

"..Good night (Y/n)." You felt a soft touch on your forehead. As you look up, Daichi's entire cheeks are already flushed. You couldn't help but only smiles as you two fall asleep.

2. Sugawara Koushi

This poor man.

Since he notices the thunder he knows that it will be hard for him to go home.

But when you offer him to have a sleepover. He obviously agreed. Because his house is well.. You can say pretty far but that is not the first reason why he agreed.

Right after he went to your house he got a little panick. He IS inside your house.

"Suga-kun? You okay? Can you help me a bit here?"

You asked for him to help you as he follows you to the back. You gave him a few towels

You noticed how soaked Sugawara is. You grabbed on of the towel and start to dry his grey hair.

"H-Hey! (Y/n) what are you doing??" "Drying your hair. Afterall you're the one who lend the boys your umbrella so you're pretty soaked. Can't let the mom of the group sick." You chuckles as you continue to dry his hair.

Little did you know his face is a blushing mess behind that towel.

After that short drying hair session, you continue to pass the towel then you take a bath.

"Guys listen. We're in (Y/n)'s house now. Please behave and control yourself." He advised.

"You should control yourself to Suga-san. Your face is red! Did you kiss or something earlier?" Nishinoya point out the blush that Sugawara get from you drying his hair and he snaps about that while the others laughs at him and receive special suga wack.

After your bath session, you want to start on your cooking but you realized you're cooking for a team. So you need a hand. And the first person that comes to your mind is..

"You need help?" Sugawara is already beside you wearing an apron with a smile on his face.

"SUGA YOU'RE AN ANGEL!" You cries as you hugs his arm. The others either have gone to bath or busy with themself so it's only you and him and the kitchen. Suga can't hide the fact that you need help to cook is an advantage for him

Even if it means he got the last turn to shower it's fine. As long as he spend time with you.

The menu is karaage and sauteed mushrooms with soy butter sauce.

"I hope they'll love it.." your hands stopped a while as you cut the mushrooms but Suga reassured you.

"Come on manager. We're sports team. Throw us anything edible we'll eat it!" He jokes. You both are laughing while throwing a little jokes as the food is getting ready.

And the last karaage is done. You're about to take off your apron but you notices it's stuck. You must tied it in a hurry and it gets tangled. Uh oh.

"Oh what's wrong?" Suga already takes off his apron when he sees you struggling with yours.

"It's stuck.. Will you, please?" You turn your back on him.

And what do you know. His mind is already in a panic state. "Sure.." His hand slowly reaches towards the tangled knot. His hands a little shaky because he can see your exposed neck and a little damp back of yours because of sweat.

He quickly untangle the knot. His focus is getting everywhere. Just a little more his hands are able to touch your waist. But you already turn around and faces him. "Thanks-"

His face is so close to yours. It's soo closeeee and you both just stare at each other. His hand suddenly pushed you to counter as his face suddenly leans towards you..

But before he could do that, Hinata suddenly barge into the kitchen.

"wOAAAH KARAAGEE!! Aah can't wait to eaaat-" Hinata finally notices that well, you and Sugawara having a moment.

"AAAAH I'M SORRY!!!" He bows at 90°, grabs a few piece of Karaage then rushes to leave.

While you and Suga just hides your face. If Hinata didn't barge in. Who knows what would've happen?

"You should shower.. Suga-kun." Your face is still red and your heart is still rushing. Sugawara nods then leaves.

Boy he is pissed.

He's pissed of himself. Because he ALMOST do something to you. He promised that he would hold himself.

After showering and a little time of scolding himself and gathering his self he gets out and joined you and the other.

You sits in the middle of Daichi and Asahi. The third year circle. Suga don't have any choice but sits beside Daichi. Once every while he glances over to you.

And he just realized that he's eating your homemade food.

"It would be nice if i can eat her homemade food like this everyday.." he speak to himself.

"HINATA BOGE! WHY DID YOU EAT MY KARAAGE?!" "YOU DON'T EVEN TOUCH IT!"

"Stop it you two!" Sugawara scolds the duo while giving themself his portion of Karaage. "There, fair and square now eat and don't fight again or you two will sleep outside." He grins.

Awe sugamama don't be so mean

You chuckle. You scooch over to him and gave him a piece of your Karaage.

"Eat up Suga-kun." You smiles.

Wowowowowowow Suga didn't expect that and he just shut up despite Nishinoya, Tanaka, and Hinata that's now fighting over the mushrooms.

"So, Nishinoya, Tanaka will sleep in my sibling's room. The first year will sleep at the living room. Here's the futon and the blanket. And ah.. Shoot the guest room's bed only able to hold two people.." you think of yourself.

You glances over the boys. Gather up your voice then..

"Um.. Due to lack of the space, one of you have to sleep with me."

And then silence. But as expected, Nishinoya and Tanaka already jumping out and ready to barge in your room.

"I'LL DO IT!" "NO YOU DUMBASS! STOP COCKBLOCKING ME TANAKA!" "STOP IT YOU TWOO!!!"

Sugawara, very unexpected shouted. He pull both of them to the back and walks towards you. Daichi is about to step onward but..

He realized that it's the only chance.

"YOU ALL STOP IT!!" Sugawara is now really flustered and hitting his juniors with his special wack while you only laughs. "I'll sleep with you. Is that alright?" You only nods.

You can hear Tanaka and Nishinoya shouting and complaining. "It's not fairrrr! Why is Suga-san gets to sleep with (Y/n)-san?! He told us to hold ourselfs!" Oh.. He told that to the others?

Still, you can't forget what a moment you guys had earlier in the kitchen. You're sure he was about to kiss you..

"(Y/n), i-i will leave the door open.. kay?" He smiles nervously. You nods. You helped him to parepare the mattress for him then climb to your bed.

"I'll switch the lights off. You're okay with that right?" He asked. "Sure go ahead"

When the lights cut off, you can hear his step slowly approaching you.

But, instead of getting to the mattress he just slides into the blanket next to your side.

What. In. The. World.

You're too flustered to react.

He's too panic and too scared to speak.

"S-Sorry! I tought it's my bed! Ahaha you know our room placement is very similiar so i just-"

"Sugawara.." He looks down only to found you, wrapped by the white blanket. Face flustered and cheeks so red like tomato.

"It's fine." You smiles. Slowly resting your head to his chest. Only to hear his heartbeat going so fast.

"Are you okay? Your heartbeat is so fast!" You chuckles. Then a pair of arms immediately shuts you up by hugging you tight.

"Shut up (Y/n).. I'm not okay." He said. "I've always wanted to do this.. Gah this is no good."

"Eh.. Why?"

"I'm a man too you know?! What if- What if i lost my composure.."

You place both of your hands on his cheeks. He can feel the coldness from your fingers stings his face.

"I trust you Koushi.."

At that time, he realizes. He promise himself. He will hold himself and make you his, first.

3. Azumane Asahi

JESUS

He's terrified of lightning and thunder lmao.

While Nishinoya is rolling thunder-ing and receiving his spike a thunder strike and he screams. Poor bby.

While a heavy rain is going on he know it's going to be troublesome to go home.

"Come on boys! Let's have a sleepover at my house!"

His eyes grew wide. Whot???

Daichi opposes your idea, so nah it can't be right?

rIgHT?!

Then next things he know he's already infront of your house. With the others.

Next thing you know, he was about to runaway.

"Asahi?! What are you doing?!!" You yell at him because he was about to jump from the fence.

"I-I- It's better if i go to my own home! I-I'm fine (Y/n)-san!" Then you and the other third graders helping drags him inside the house.

"It's fine geez! Make yourself at home."

Asahi. Cannot. Calm. Down.

He is at a girl's house. He never went to a girl's house so he never know how to react.

And it's you. Come on, everyone in the team got a crush on you.

After he got the towel, he let his long hair down and dried it.

You, who's back just to announce that you're going to bath secretly amazed. Asahi, with his long wet hair slicked back is actually... handsome.

"What do you wanna say senpai?" Kageyama interrupts you and snaps you out. "Ah right!"

When Sugawara told everyone to hold themself he quietly agrees. I mean how can a man, hold himself beside someone like you.

When you went out the bath, you never notices but actually everyone is staring at you as you come and collecting the dirty towel.

When you grabs his towel, he notices a familiar scent from you. Is it your soap? Your detergent?

"Okay you guys can clean yourself while i cook, don't run in corridors okay and don't make a mess!" You warn them.

While waiting for his juniors taking a bath, he sits with Daichi and Nishinoya.

"(Y/n)-san is so nice right, Asahi-san?!" Nishinoya nudge his sides while Asahi jumps. "A-Ah yeah.. I guess" he just nods.

You are indeed very nice in his mind.

He remember how you are the first girl that doesn't get scared when he first approach you (besides Shimizu ofc). In fact, you were so kind to him.

"It's kind of sad how we're going to graduate and leave everything to the second year. But i'm sure (Y/n)-san and Yachi-san will take care of the others." Asahi suddenly speak something about the future. Then he realizes that he just speak out loud about his thoughts.

"U-Uh! I dont mean to.." " You're right Asahi." Daichi agreed. "Aaah i will miss this moment!" Daichi stands up and stretch a little. "I'll shower. You want to join me? So it doesn't took so long?" Offer Daichi. Why not right?

Both of them walk to the bath, passing the kitchen where you and Suga is cooking. He could see you and Sugawara is having fun.

"Oi Asahi. The bath is this way. That's the kitchen." Daichi words bring him back. "Right. Sorry.."

When he enter the bath, he immediately look for something that familiar. Is it your soap? Or detergent? He feels like he smell that scent somewhere but he can't remember what is it.

"Woah we're all gonna smell like (Y/n) after this." Daichi laughs as he open a bottle of shampoo. And that's it.

Asahi's hand suddenly snatch that bottle. He know this brand of shampoo.

It was his shampoo too.

"I-It's.." "Hey! Don't snatch it like that, if you want just ask Asahi." Daichi snatch it back and shampoo his hair.

He's right. Right after this everybody will be smelling like you including himself!

After showering, Asahi went back to hang the wet towel and found Hinata shaken up. "Hey, what's wrong?" Hinata's confused af so he points back to the kitchen, wanting to say something but it's not clear.

Not so long, you're back with the food. After taking his seat, he didn't quite expect for you to sit beside him but oh well. He just sits there, quietly eating.

"Does it taste good, Asahi-san?" You asked with a grin. Your face is a little red from the bath and that makes him nervous as hell.

And he chokes. You panicked and hurrily gave him a glass of water. "Here! Drink drink!" While everybody only laughs and teased Asahi and you.

"You're too close to him, (Y/n)-san! He's nervous!" Shout Tanaka while chomping down his Rice.

"O-Oh sorry! I didn't mean to.." You genuinely feel bad.

Poor Asahi, he now feels bad for making you feel bad.

And it's sleeping timeee. You have decided which group and where they will sleep. But..

"Um.. Due to lack of the space, one of you have to sleep with me."

And he know he's not gonna spend a night with you so he just quietly preparing to move to the guest room.

"Asahi-san, i would like you to.. Um spend a night with me?" You asked.

And man his soul just went out from his body.

Nah just kidding. But really tho.

His heart almost popped off. Did he heard that right? "Y-You sure? I don't think it's a-appropiate! I'm not ready yet!-" "You just need to sleep with her Azumane Asahi. Nothing. More." Daichi and Sugawara suddenly already besides him, ready for lecturing him but fortunately you stopped both of them.

"We'll keep the door open, kay? Let me help you with that." You tought Asahi will be struggling to pull the extra bed below your bed because it's always got stuck but he pull it out just fine easy and pop!

You forgot that he is the Ace afterall. His power is beyond everyone.

You slam yourself to the bed and accidentally hurt yourself. "Oww!"

Asahi immediately jumps and check on you. "Are you okay?! (Y/n)-san?!" He seems very worried.

"It's okay! I just hit my face too hard hehe.." Asahi sighs, feeling a little at ease. "You should br more carefull (Y/n)-san-" "(Y/n) is fine Asahi-san." You cuts him, resulting him to be more flustered.

"B-But.." "Ah, did you use my shampoo- Wait everyone must be using my shampoo ehehe."

Ah, that one thing he wants to ask.

"Ah right, i didn't know that we use the same kind of shampoo.." his voice is small. But because of the space between you two, you could easily hear that.

"Yeah! Thanks to you though my hair grows so fast. It also repairs it so it's smooth and have volumee!" You thanked him. Wait what?

"Eh? Thanks? To me?" In this state Asahi is just so confused. Then you slides down your bed and sits on his bed.

"Don't you remember? On summer vacation the second and third grade is going to shop for groceries together then i asked about your shampoo because your hair is very pretty and i couldn't help myself to ask. Then you show me your shampoo!" You just remind the entire scene for him again.

"Ah right, you were so nervous to ask because you're afraid that it's rude." "Hey! Don't make fun of mee!" You jokingly punch his arm. "But really i love your hair though, it looks so shiny and pretty. If only i can touch it-"

You stopped rambling when you realize you were in the same bed with him.

Shoot.

"Ah sorry i ramble too much. U-Uh you should sleep!" You quickly climbs up but a hand holds your wrist. You turn around and saw Asahi, slowly placing your hand on his head. His face is definitely flustered, but he looks calm.

"You can.." he looks away, hiding his blush.

You smile, you sat on his bed once again. Pillow on your lap with his head on it. Your fingers running across his dark brown locks.

"Asahi.. Is there any reason you grow your hair?'

Asahi seems surprised. He didn't answer directly. He turns facing you and smiles. His big hand slowly slips a piece of hair behind your ear.

"Can i trust you?"

You nods. Grinning. "Of course you can trust me. I'm your trustworthy manager afterall!"

A smile bloom on his lips. You spend the night with Asahi talking and sharing your both deepest secret.

Wooo~ I will part this AU to three parts because it's so dang long hehe. Next part coming up!! Please look forward to it!

[bmongmong]

Chapter 1 - Just me

Blue pill or red pill - Jungkook

Description: You're a young girl, who's a little bit introverted and afraid to be under everybody's eyes. You only have your best friend, but it's ok for you. You don't want to be popular and believe in minimal things. One day you meet a guy. Or two?

Jungkook x Reader

The imagines I used are not mine Credit to the owners

Y/n pov

"Ufffffff" I scoff.

"In a couple of days, school starts" I complain.

Right now I'm in my bedroom, talking to my favorite teddy bear. Don't worry, I'm not crazy. But sometimes I need to talk to someone when my best friend is not around.

My best friend's name is Rosé. She's very kind and funny and also very reliable.

We've know each other since kinder garden and, since then we've been together.

Talking about the devil: she's calling me right now.

I smirk. I'm not going to answer, because I know what her reaction is going to be. She's going to be so mad at me ahahah. I always do this, I like to bother her a bit.

I'm sitting on my bed, with my legs crossed, with an evil smile on my face.

She's calling me again. Ok I'll answer, but I have to be ready...1....2...3!

"Hi Ros-"

"STOP DOING THAT!!! YOU KNOW THAT I HATE WHEN YOU IGNORE MY CALLS!!" she scolds me.

I can't help but laugh at her.

"Good morning to you too princess!" I say, trying not to laugh.

"Yeah, yeah. I swear y/n, I'm going to kill you someday" she scoffs "By the way, school is going to start in two days!!" she protests.

"Don't tell me about it. Oh Rosé, I have an idea" I say whispering.

"Tell me, tell me!!" she seems excited.

"Why don't we meet up tomorrow? It's going to be our last day of freedom. We need to have fun!!"

"Yeah, why not?"

"Oh by the way" I say twirling a lock of hair "How is it going with the prince of school?" I smirk really hard and she seems to notice.

"I'VE ALREADY TOLD YOU THAT THERE'S NOTHING BETWEEN US! He just likes to tease me. And you know that we hate each other" as she explains this, she seems kinda annoyed.

"Ok flower, calm down, I was just kidding" I say laughing a bit.

After chatting for a bit, we end the call and now I'm looking outside of my window.

There's a really bright sun and a clear blue sky. It's really beautiful, but I don't know why it gives me anxiety.

"My life is so boring..." I snort as I touch the glass wall in front of me.

That's right. I'm just a normal student that only studies and hangs out with her only friend.

Regarding her, she's more popular and beautiful than me. I'm not saying that I'm ugly, it's just that I don't have much confidence.

But now I'm used to this. As much as I complain, I'm starting to like this lifestyle. No troubles, no enemies.

Just peace.

My parents are a bit worried, because I just stay in my room all the time.

I mean, I guess it's understandable. Their only child is a nerd, who just studies all day long and comes out of the room just to shower and eat.

But that's the way I like it.

When something is wrong or I have the feeling that something bad is about to happen, I just rush to my room and lock myself inside. Maybe I'm just running away from responsibilities. Or maybe I like to stay alone. I really don't know.

I look at myself through the mirror attached to my closet.

"I'm actually not that bad" I say as I try to look like a model during a photoshoot. But then I realize I'm talking to myself, again.

Why do I have to be this cringy? Luckily I'm alone.

Now it's time to eat and I can hear my mum calling my name. I have to go downstairs to the kitchen.

"Bye bye, my little shelter" every time I have to leave my room, it kinda hurts. And I'm a bit scared.

I swear, I look so dramatic ahahah.

I'm walking down the stairs and the first thing I see is a big picture of me and Rosé. It has always been there but every time I see it, my heart becomes warm.

My mum insisted on hanging it on the wall. She really loves Rosé, because when I talk about her my face lights up. That's what both of my parents say.

"I'm here mum and dad" I say as I walk towards them and sit at the dining table.

"Hi beautiful" my dad says as he sees me "are you ready for school?"

"Yes, as always I have to be prepared. I've been studying for a while" I tell him as I smile.

"Y/n, I know you want to be the top student" my mum interrupts us "but you have to enjoy life, go outside, make some friends and maybe bring home a boyfriend"

"BOYFRIEND?!" both me and my dad shout.

"Yes. B-O-Y-F-R-I-E-N-D" my mum marks that word and then continues "you're already 19 and you've never brought home a boy"

"Thanks for reminding me how single I am" I say giving up.

After I finished eating and cleaning the kitchen, I went straight to my room and now I'm here in my bed, looking at my white ceiling.

That color reminds me how much I love simplicity. Even when I was a little kid, I loved minimalism. When my dad was painting my room he asked me what color I wanted the walls. "White" I said. Even the furniture it's all white. Back then I thought that if my room was all white, people wouldn't have noticed it that much, so that I could stay away from problems.

I guess it was the same with my personality. I wanted to be noticed as little as possible. Until I met Rosé. The first thing she told me, when she first saw me, was "Why are you all white and black?". But that day I was wearing a pink skirt with a purple t-shirt. So I looked at her confused and she told me "I was talking about your personality".

Even though she was only four years old, she was very smart and fast-learning.

Since then, when I'm with her, I act like myself, without being afraid to be judged. Only when we go outside I contain myself in order to not be noticed.

She knows that I don't want to get in trouble, that's why, when it's only me and her, I'm a crazy weirdo, while when we're with others I'm the basic nerd who sits in a corner.

"Mmmh what can I do today?" I question myself still laying down.

"I think I'm going to study today too, since tomorrow I'll be with Rosé"

And that's how my afternoon and evening went.

Now it's Sunday morning. I'm very nervous for tomorrow, because today I cannot review my notes. This gives me much anxiety. But it's ok I guess. I think I need some fresh hair.

In the morning I cleaned a bit my room, I don't like when it's messy. Every single thing has his little spot, like everything in this world. Also I have a very very little spot in this planet and I don't actually mind to stay there.

Now it's early noon and I receive a message from Rosé.

Rosé:

Y/n I know you don't like to go outside, but at least wear something cute. I'll be there in 30 minutes!!! 😊

Something cute? I usually wear a basic pair of jeans and a white or black t-shirt.

I only have one cute shirt, but I've never worn it because I was afraid people would look at me.

It's not that I don't want to be observed by others. I just think that if someone starts complimenting me, people are going to talk a lot and then I'll be under everybody's eyes.

I just don't want to become "popular" among my classmates and other teenagers.

While thinking about all this, I changed into today's outfit. It looks cute, I already knew it. I just hope nothing will happen.

In the end it's nothing special. Just a pair of blue jeans and a white cute shirt.

As I put on my shoes I hear my phone vibrating. It's Rosé. She says that she's waiting for me outside.

I quickly run downstairs, say hi to my parents, who look at me shocked by seeing their daughter wearing something different, and then head outside.

I see my friend waiting for me. She's so beautiful, I swear.

"Hi y/n!! I was waiting for you!!" she says smiling brightly.

After walking down the street, we decided to stop at a cute café. We asked the waiter, if we could sit outside, because it was such a beautiful day.

While we're enjoy our coffees, someone greets us.

"Hi Y/n, Hi Rosé!"

We turn around and it's him.

I look at Rosé. It looks like she has mixed emotions. She seems nervous but at the same time annoyed.

"What are you doing here Jimin?" she asked him.

"Calm down honey, I'm just hanging out with my friend here" he answers pointing at a guy next to him.

"Honey my ass!" Rosé seems pissed. But I'm not really paying attention at what she's saying back to Jimin. I keep looking at the guy next to him.

Not going to lie. He's handsome.

Why am I even looking at him? He's way out of my league. He's too much. But I don't know why I can't stop looking at him.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" this mysterious guy says.

OH MY GOD IS HE TALKING TO ME?!

"O-Oh s-sorry..." I say at a really low voice looking at the ground.

"Ahahaha don't worry y/n" Jimin says smiling "he's always mad. It's not because you were staring at him. Nothing will happen"

After cutely arguing with Rosé, Jimin snd his friend leave.

"I swear to god, I'm going to beat Jimin's ass!" my friend says angrily.

"But it looked like you enjoyed talking to him, even though you seemed annoyed" I say smirking.

"W-What?" she's all red. Ahahahh I love making her feel all flustered.

It's the end of the day and now I'm in my bed. I'm so nervous. Tomorrow morning will be the first day of school.

I have a whole plan in my head. Be plain, white. Like the wooden beams on my ceiling.

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If you're accepting fandom questions could we have some elaboration about those mgs jupiter family alaskan daydreams please? Also your amazing TEW art got me into the series so thanks, I'm liking it a lot!!

first of all, i’m so deeply honored that my art could get you into a game, and also : god i’m fucking sorry lol

second of all

oh god oh fuck alaskan daydreams time

okay so long /, the read mores don’t work, you’re gonna have to bear with it

so tldr i have… EXTENSIVE imaginated stories about dave, hal and sunny living in a little remote cabin in alaska. 

BACKSTORY 

i’d imagine it’d come somewhere post-mgs2 even though sunny is already a bit grown so maybe like just disregard canon OR imagine a different timeline i don’t know, and it’s from a place where hal and dave don’t have anything to do after the mgs2 incidents (so no mgs4 and love of god NO accelerated aging i can’t deal with this), and there is this atmosphere of… “we’ve been sticking together for so long, i can’t see ourselves just parting ways (plus we have a kid to raise and i can’t imagine raising her alone) so how about we make the rest of our lives together” and dave is just like… “hey, we’ve been running all across the country, jumping from shitty motel to shitty motel to shittier apartments, and i have this cabin i once lived in, how about we just all move into it and re-inhabit it” and that’s just how it starts. 

THE CABIN

it’s a cabin i have extensively thought about (because i’m obsessed with cabins and being a hermit, so that helps). it’d be near the shore of the Twin Lakes, Alaska (taken from the canon fact that this is where snake lived pre-MGS1), so they’d live off-the-grid and in almost-self-sufficiency (they become more and more self-sufficient as time goes on and they make more adjustments to the cabin). 

i imagine it would look similar to Proenneke’s cabin (which incidentally is also near Twin Lakes), maybe on the other shore, all wood with a vegetation/moss roof + a slight porch/elevation to protect the entrance from a bit of the snow. it’d be surrounded by wooden little dog kennels/crates for the huskies (more on that later) similar to the ones in [this video] around the 0:59 min mark (warning for animal death/general stuff that goes on in a trapper’s lifestyle for the vid).

it here’s a floor plan of the cabin, not to proportions because i’m just shit at it :

(good luck reading that)

not pictured : when sunny was smaller (before the addition), her bed was like a little shelf just above the big bed (that hal and dave share) with little like “walls” so she doesn’t fall and a thick mattress, which was discarded when she got her new room.

later would be added an outdoor kitchen and a chicken coop (more on that…….. later)

EATING THERE

as i said, they’d first be living in semi-dependency : every ¾ weeks they’d have to go to Port Alsworth/Anchorage or somewhere else to stock tf up. Snake would fish (you can fish for subsistence if you’ve been living in Alaska for over a year according to law) and hunt (seems to be the same type of law when hunting for food, YES i’ve researched this, leave me alone) for food. As he has done odd jobs to afford his cabin, I imagine he’d have done crabbing, and would show up to help on crabbing boats from time to time to get some of them crabs.

later, I imagine they would get 4 rescue hens to get some of them fresh eggs. snake would build a chicken scoop from forest wood. 1 of the hens wouldn’t be able to make eggs because she was traumatized from the industry but they still took her in because she was close friends with the other hens and they didn’t want to separate them. 

I imagine Snake had been growing his own herbs in the kitchen but maybe they’d get a greenhouse ready.

they’d go foraging for berries, fruits and mushrooms according to the seasons and make a SHITTON of jams and preserves.

LIVING THERE

i imagine there would be a lot of solidarity with the surrounding populations. for exemple, Hal would help set up and manage online dictionaries for Iñupiat, Yup'ik or Alutiiq languages with the local communities, maybe help wire up some schools, things like that, and as thanks some people would go check on them and give em veggies or something.

THE DOGS :

Snake is getting them.

since we don’t know what happened to his huskies around mgs1, i suppose/guess they were at some time confiscated from him, so first, he’s get a lovely husky female from a shelter (i also have long thought about how he’d never go to a breeder and only adopt, because the whole “creature created with a man’s ideal in mind” hits a bit too close for him you feel) that would later be revealed as pregnant with like 5 puppies (it will come back later as relevant as promise). Then he’d do his best to regain contact with his huskies, maybe setting up a call on social media (THIS WILL BE PART OF A BRAIN ROTTING DEGENERACY I WILL EXPAND ON IN A MINUTE) to find them again. i imagined he would get to see one of his old huskies, who has well aged, who was adopted by some nice nice people. then said nice people, after his visit, insisting on him getting his husky back because “since you left she hasn’t been herself, she refused to eat. we think she misses you too much. we love her tons and it breaks our heart to let her go, but we think she would be so much happier by your side” type of deal, i’m fucking crying just thinking about it.

of course, once his team is back in shape, he’s run the Iditarod again. Hed keep contact with hal over walkietalkie during the race. hal would jump in his arms when he crosses the finish line, the pic would circulate in the news. it’d be cute i’m saying.

THE HENS :

as I said, adopted, in a little scoop snake built himself. they give eggs. sometimes they let them roam free and they bully hal when he peels vegetables (i’ve drawn smth about this). sunny feeds them in the mornings. things are good.

MORNING ROUTINE :

Snake wakes up around 5AM because he don’t need no sleep and goes to his huskies. feeds them. then make them run. when he gets back around 8 to 8:30, hal is still asleep. snake makes breakfast. the scents wake hal up. things are good.

SUNNY?

Sunny is taught by snake how to chop wood. he makes a tiny axe for her tiny hands. he and hal teach her how to swim in the Twin Lakes. the waters cold but she grows immune to it, strong and stronger. she learns how to differenciate which mushrooms and berries are edible.

they try to send her to school but she’s WAY too advanced and is bored to death. she stays at home. she’s outside all day or she learns astrophysics with Hal, who’s taking online classes in his free time. she learns some Athabaskan languages at a community class once in a while, she makes some friends.

HOW’S THE WEATHER

They go on hikes a lot. Often, and long ones. At first, sunny is in a little baby back carrier (i have drawn about this), then she walks just right. Alaska has gorgeous national parks, they explore them, year after year. They arrive in a town, exhausted and beat, they find a hotel room. It has a bathtub and warm water. Hal is OVERJOYED.

in the earliest hints of spring, snake takes them to Fairbanks through the beautiful alaskan railroad. they see the most beautiful and powerful of northern lights during the full season. hal and sunny can’t tear their eyes from the skies.

THIS IS WHERE I GO CRAZY GO STUPID.

ok…. so bear with me.

i mentioned an internet/social media presence.

it’s because in a deviation of this daydream, snake has a little youtube channel (and an instagram to go with it).

it’s not much. it’s really not, but hal has a few cameras and more that he finds and fixes.

it’s mostly lowkey, chill vlogs. stuff like 

“slow alaskan winter day (no talking)” 

“sprintime berry picking ( + jams recipes!)”

“alaskan summer outdoor fire cookout ( + wild moose and caribou near the lake)”

“denali national park hike (day 1)”

stuff that like you know. as well as some more…

“i ran the iditarod (and won)”

“we got hens (building a chicken scoop, meeting the rescue hens and more)”

“musher’s morning routine (i’d recommend you didn’t try this at home if you are not the genetically engineered clone of a super-soldier, for your sake)”

and as you guessed…

“so our rescue husky was pregnant… (i’m an idiot who didn’t notice, trip to the vet, building a whelping pen, whelping, bottlefeeding tiny pup + all the puppies’ pictures!)”

where dave would teach hal how to bottlefeed a puppy and you’d be able to hear hal’s “oh god oh god oh god oh god”s from out of frame as the camera focuses on dave’s hands holding his to have him perfectly cup the puppy in his palm and carry the bottle. this type of deal.

then follow-up videos of the puppies climbing the bed where hal is, playing on his gameboy. he chuckles nervously and then heartily when a puppy licks his face.

some winter days, the videos have snake bringing all the huskies in the small cabin. some of them sit calmly on the wide bed where hal studies his astrophysics.

and an instagram with wilderness pictures… all except a few taken by hal. some of snake posing in front of the snowed in cabin. some of warm drinks made on winter days. you know the deal.

and they’d have such a nice… positive… lowkey and easy-going comment section. dave would reply to a lot of them. 

he’d get quite a share of “hey man, i love your vids so much, thank you for posting this content. i was wondering, sorry if it’s a bit too personal, are you and your roommate dating? you two seem very close, but i don’t want to assume anything 😅 absolutely love your content either way, you’re the only youtuber i have notifs on” to which he’d reply “thank you so much, really appreciate it. and we’re not, we’ve just known each other for a long, long time. we’re aware two straight guys raising a child and living together isolated makes for a bit of confusion, but it’s totally platonic between us. thanks for sticking around.” but one day he uploads a vid that’s like 

“crabbing in juneau ! + life update (please read description)”

and the desc + the first 20 seconds of the vid is a text superimposed over embarassing pictures of hal and it reads “hey all / quick personal update, i’ll make it quick / otacon and i realized we loved each other / (as more than friends that is) / so if we seem just a bit closer in the videos from now on this is why / no idea how this is going to turn out for up / but yeah. if he seems a bit more affectionate it’s because we’re dating now, or something like that / and to everyone whom i told ‘it’s just strictly platonic between us’:  / well. ha ha. whoops. / anyway thank you for reading / enjoy the video” and all the comments would be like “that’s so dope i’m so happy for you” and other “tbf we saw that coming” and snake would smash that like button on these comments.

and he’d have a video of the whole iditarod race as taken from a camera on his jacket/on his sled… and he’d have videos of him filming hal film the landscape through the window of the train during their trip to fairbanks… and of hal and sunny in said train sharing a tangerine… and of him building a little axe for sunny…. and he’d always ask her if she is okay with being on camera, and when she’d say no he’d make sure she doesn’t appear on here or add a cute husky sticker on her face so she’s not seen.

just lowkey. chill. upbeat. simple life moments. he’d disappear off the internet for a month because he’s just enjoying the life and when he’d come back everyone would be very understanding and glad to see some cool pictures or vids. you know? just chilling. just chilling. just living.

one day before a “hiking through lake clark national park” he has the same little life update thing and it goes “hey / so otacon and i got married / sunny and aksinya [rescued pregant husky] were our flower girls / otacon cried / i cried / anyway, enjoy the video” over pictures of the tiny alaskan wedding. and it’s well.