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lou-is-creative · 4 years ago

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Unpredictable (pt11)

ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ: 6 Underground

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: Four/Billy // Eight/???

ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ: Four/Billy x male!Oc

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 10: Play by the rules

ꜱᴏɴɢ: Bishop briggs - white flag

𝔹𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥!

AN: Pic isn’t mine

Crinkled bedsheets, head buried in his pillow. Bare skin against soft fabric and the faint scent of him. It was peace and it was safety, and it was comfort.

Eight twisted slightly. He titled his head to the side, eyes still closed. He was awake for a while now. But he refused to open his eyes. His abdomen rested on the mattress while his arms were crossed under the pillow he was holding. Only his lower body was covered by the white blanket, but he was too lazy to pull it up.

The room next door seemed just as peaceful as his. Seemed, because within one of the two persons laying on the bed, there was no peace at all. Fours eyes were opened. He was staring at the ceiling. His thoughts were rambling through his head.

There he was, laying right next to a beautiful woman who rested her head on his chest, peacefully sleeping, and still, he couldn't stop thinking about the boy next door. The boy whom he went outside with in the night, the boy who made him laugh all the time. The boy who became his best friend, although they didn't know each other for long yet.

Thinking about it, about him, Four got awfully aware of the fact that he actually didn't know his friend at all. And he didn't know him. They didn't know each other’s names and they didn't know the shit they've been through. Why was Eight this good with knives? Why did One call him a good driver? Why did he choose this car? Why did he live with his grandparents? And why was he so encouraged to end this mission so fast? Was it something personal?

"Billy?"

Amelia's voice was soft but it struck him out of nowhere. He blinked and turned his head to her so he could face her.

"Since when are you wearing that?"

She asked confused and Billy looked down on himself, realizing that he hadn't undressed as he came back inside. He was still wearing Eights Hoodie which was a little tight for his taste and height. And he was still in his boxershorts.

"I went to the bathroom in the night and fell asleep like this again."

He lied as he looked down on himself. Amelia stroked over the fabric, thinking a little.

"I've never seen this one on you. It looks quite new as well."

She played with the rim of the pullover, revealing a little bit of Billy’s stomach.

"It's uhm, I just grabbed it, I guess. Maybe it's Eights and it fell out of his bag. I should return it."

The girl looked at him, a brow raised.

"Why would it be in your wardrobe then?"

"I... threw all the clothes I had into the wardrobe again so my room would be clean. This must have been a mistake. Must have grabbed it along with other stuff and just threw it inside the wardrobe."

He mumbled and sat up, rubbing his eyes a little and yawning.

Amelia scanned him and sat up too, holding the blanket up to cover her body.

"Where are my clothes?"

She asked and Billy blinked shortly before he realized that she wanted him to search for them. And so he did, collecting all the items he could find.

While Amelia got dressed, the blonde man grabbed a shirt, fresh boxers and pants to do the same.

It was quiet between them. At least until Five stood up.

"So... What are we?"

She asked unsurely while she fixed her hair. Four turned around, one brow raised.

"Human?"

He asked back and Five scoffed while shaking her head.

"No, I mean, what's between us, what... are... we?

"Ah that's what you mean."

Four said, turning back to face his wardrobe. His heart sank right into his pants as he bit his lip. What could possibly be the correct answer? The one where both of them were happy?

"We are friends, right?"

He paused for a second.

"I don't want this to change anything between us."

Unsurely, he turned around to face her again. Just to realize, that whatever the right answer would have been, it wasn't his. Amelia looked a little hurt. She definitely wasn't happy. But before Billy had to come up with something to fix it, someone knocked on the door.

"Hey Four, you wanna go get groceries with me?"

It was Eight. Fours eyes lit up. Never had someone opened a door faster than the blonde in that particular moment.

"Groceries?"

He asked and grinned at Eight. He looked at him for a while, taking everything in, every detail about the small boy with the slim but yet muscular figure. He was wearing a pullover today. A dark blue pullover with a small rose printed on the left side of his chest.

"Yeah, I just wanted to grab some food to realize that there was no food to grab. I asked One about it and he told me to get some, so that's kinda what I'm doing now."

Eights left hand nervously fumbled on the skin on his neck.

"And I was curious whether you'd accompany me?"

His soft voice was different today. He sounded a little more... how do I describe it? Tender? But Four didn't mind the sudden change of sound. He just nodded.

"Of course, I'm totally in!"

It still is a mystery to everyone, why Four never really noticed how relieved Eight looked. A cheeky smile spread over his lips, not paying enough attention to notice how Amelia was watching every second of their interaction. To be fair, Four had already forgotten about her.

"Great, meet me at the car, I'll be installing the new licence plate."

The moment ended as fast as it had begun and Four was pulled back into reality by the hand of a woman on his shoulder.

"Seems like your definition of friendship isn't a very common one, isn't it?"

Amelia’s eyes focused on his, pinning him down in the moment, making him weak. He hadn't experienced a glare like this ever since he joked about Eights height as he first met him. It was quite funny how he still remembered his stare more clearly than anything else. How his amber eyes had him pinned against the wall, losing his breath for as long as their eyes locked. All of the sudden, Four had this warm feeling inside of his chest, his hands were tingling.

Must be her, he thought to himself before grinning and pulling her close.

"I said I didn't want us to change. But Friends and... close Friends is something different, isn't it?"

Amelia held her breath for a second.

"I'll be back."

Four winked at her and walked out happily, leaving his 'close friend' alone in his room.

Eight was walking around in the kitchen with Two. Together they both seemed to figure out what to buy.

"Oh, what about alcohol? I think we could use some?"

"Eight, we do have enough alcohol here. Focus on what we have written down and don't buy any more or less than that."

"But it already looks like we have to buy enough stuff to survive an apocalypse? Why not get a little alcohol as well?"

Eight asked, leaning on the kitchen counter.

"I agree."

Four contributed as he was walking into the room, smirking a little. Eight turned around slightly, throwing his friend a cocky smirk back.

"Buy what we need, not more, not less. Understood?"

Two, who held the money they required in her hands, looked at the two younger men with the glare she was well known for. Eight sighed and stretched a little before he gave in.

"Understood."

As soon as Two handed the money to him, she already saw this going downhill. She had had her doubts about the two of them going without supervision and the smile on Fours face just proved her right.

"Play by the rules. We have a lot to lose."

She warned them before they walked out of the door. The half-hearted 'Yeah' from both of them worried her, but not to the point where she would have stopped them.

Three, who had been watching her handle the two young ghosts, wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her cheek softly.

"You'd make a decent mother."

He said and Two scoffed, not knowing whether she'd like to kill him or to kiss him. But she often struggled with this particular question if she was being honest.

Eight and Four were already sitting in the car.

"It's even nice from the inside!"

Four exclaimed excitedly while brushing his fingers over the leather seat. Eight smirked proudly.

"Yeah, it's pretty cool, isn't it? It costed me a lot of money but it was so worth it."

The younger put the keys down and buckled his seatbelt before he started the car and made a sharp U-turn to rush off into the city. Four laughed, adrenaline rushing through his veins as Eight sped up more and more. The music blasting over the speakers was only increasing their feeling of absolute power. They felt unstoppable, mighty and free. They felt like two teens who finally managed to get away from their toxic households.

As soon as a street was remotely visible, Eight had to reduce the speed drastically. They didn't want to get caught. Four turned down the volume of the music, grinning at Eight and Eight grinned back. They might be two adult men, but they were as lost in the moment as two teenage boys who finally found their freedom.

"That was so fucking cool!"

Four exclaimed as he looked at his new best friend.

"That was nothing!"

Eight started laughing a little before he turned his head to face the street. His navigation system was on mute, he only looked at it from time to time to take the right road.

"What do you mean, nothing?"

Four asked interested and leaned back while looking at Eight.

"Can you go faster?"

Eight nodded and smiled. He seemed to be remembering something.

"I don't know if I am allowed to tell you, so we are going to exchange some information. I will know something about you and you about me, deal?"

Fours smile turned into a big grin much faster than he could comprehend the complete meaning of the sentence.

"Okay, you go first!"

The words spilled from Eights lips quickly. Probably because he was still unsure whether this was a good idea to begin with. Four let out a soft hum while thinking about the information he was about to give to his friend. The low voice of his combined with the vibrations caused by the hum itself had Eights body shiver of a second. He enjoyed the feeling a lot. Maybe even a little too much for his own taste. Shallowly, he stroked over his arm to calm his nervous skin.

"As I was about sixteen, I had started with parkour running and I had been skateboarding for more than ten years by then."

Eight nodded shortly before he started to grin slightly.

"I have never seen you skateboarding but judging from the number of years you have been doing it, I assume that you are really good..."

"How old do you think I am?"

"About twenty-two? How old do you think I am?"

"I honestly don't know. I would say about nineteen or twenty, not older."

Silence spread, neither of them knew whether they should reveal their age or not.

"I'm nineteen, but I'll be twenty soon."

Eight started as he took a deep breath. It felt right to open up a little. To allow the bond that was between them to grow. For most of his life, Eight had been lying about almost everything to almost everyone. He had never been the kind of person someone would like to be friends with. Simply because he didn't want to be that person. He had always been an asshole to everyone he met, ever since he was little. Afraid of losing people who treated him well.

Four looked at his friend for a while, not really knowing why he felt so special to be the one receiving this information. Maybe it was because the boy didn't seem to be a person who was bluntly nice and trusting to everyone he had ever met. Maybe it came from Fours inner desire to get to know the man- or boy, as it was now confirmed- better than anyone else.

"I'm twenty-three by now."

As the blonde eyed his friend and driver, he could swear that he saw those amber eyes light up a little. And it felt right. It felt right to tell him.

"You owe me a childhood story."

He then exclaimed and chuckled as he turned away, looking out the window.

"Ah right, nearly forgot about that. Uhm I have been driving since I was little. My grandpa taught me as I was ten and signed me up for child races. I quickly developed good driving skills and found joy in doing what I was doing. Especially since I could earn some money at a young age. Oh, look at that. A supermarket!"

It ended as quickly as it began and Four knew he had no chance to ask for more information. It was more than he expected to get anyways, although he wished it would have been more than that. But Eight was pulling the car over to park and the blonde unbuckled his seatbelt before getting out as soon as the car had stopped. The raven haired quickly followed and got the money and the list from the backseat. Doing the groceries for seven adult people was weird to say the least. Both of the boys grabbed a shopping cart and walked into the store.

"Are we being responsible or not?"

Four asked curiously as Eight pulled his hood over his head. The other just shrugged, a slight smirk forming on his lips.

"Do you want to be responsible?"

He asked before he started putting stuff in the cart that they would need. Four just laughed a little, pushing his hand in his pocket.

"I never liked being responsible."

"Good. I see we think alike."

Although the two of them had agreed on not being responsible, they managed to buy everything they needed. And stuff they didn't necessarily need. Like Energy drinks, Alcohol and cigarettes. And pudding of course. The cashier was looking at them as if they were crazy. She jokingly even asked what they were buying this much food for.

"See, our parents think that the apocalypse is close. We are just trying to survive."

Eight answered and Four had to hold back a laugh while putting all of the stuff back in the two shopping carts. The cashier, who now looked even more disturbed than before, just silently continued doing her job. It's needless to say that she was visibly relieved as the two guys left her store.

As soon as they were outside, Four and Eight started laughing loudly.

"That was brilliant!"

Four exclaimed while wiping a tear of laughter out of his face. Eight shook his head as he unlocked his car.

"Have you seen the look on her face?"

He asked and they broke out in laughter again while putting all of the stuff they had in the back of the car.

"Dude, she legitimately looked like we were about to sacrifice her to Satan."

"Well maybe that would have stopped the apocalypse?"

Eight placed the last bag of food in the car and made sure that nothing would break. He didn't want to risk dirtying his car.

Four was returning the shopping carts to their place before taking his next to the raven haired in the car. He closed the door and looked at him.

"What are we going to do now?"

He asked, and his voice was a mixture of disappointment and sadness. He didn't want this little journey to end just there. Eight on the other hand didn't look remotely sad. More like he was up to something.

"Trust me."

He said as he started the car and drove off. A million questions popped up in Fours head but before he decided which to ask, Eight had already stopped the car again.

"You wait here."

The blonde couldn’t even start to complain because the raven haired had already left. They were standing in front of a huge electronic store and it took about half an hour until he saw his friend again. Eight was carrying a huge bag and he was smiling like a complete idiot.

And while Four desperately tried to figure out what the other was carrying, the bag was already on the backseat and Eight on the driver’s seat again.

"What did you buy?"

"A PlayStation."

Fours eyes grew bigger and bigger.

"You must be joking!"

But the other just grinned while looking at him. Without wasting time on thinking his actions through, the blonde pulled him into a hug while mumbling an endless row of thank you's. Eight hesitated shortly, but gave in and wrapped his arms around the taller and laid his head on his shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of comfort.

The moment ended quickly and as Four let go, he was still smiling. This time it were his eyes that were all lit up.

"Let's get home fast from now on so we can get started, hm?"

Eight grinned and his friend couldn't have agreed more.

It was somewhat evening as they arrived at home. One was already waiting for them in front of the headquarter. His arms were crossed, and his facial expression told them about everything.

"Hurry inside. bring the groceries with you."

Four and Eight exchanged looks but obeyed. One probably finished the planning for their next mission and wanted to make sure that everyone would be ready to listen. Including the two boys who'd rather be playing PlayStation than do just that.

Standing all together, Eight couldn’t help but notice the nasty look of Five, who was -according to the hate in her eyes- trying to kill him with her stare.

“Hey Four,”

Eight whispered, nudging his friend’s shoulder softly.

“Hm?”

Four hummed back and gave the other a questioning look.

“I think Five wants me dead.”

The moment the blonde turned around to face Five, he could only agree. Never had he seen the tender woman throw anyone a look like that. It was almost like he could feel the anger pierce his heart. Eight must feel horrible.

“Why does she look at you like that?”

“Four, Eight, you’ve had your play time for today. Shut up and pay attention!”

One’s voice was firm, almost angry which made both of them stop talking and pay attention to the important things. The pinboard, for example.

“Our next mission…”

The leader tapped on a name on the board.

“is James Thomson.”

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thehermitsaltar · 3 years ago

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𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫

Can’t Help Falling in love

Pie’s

𝐏𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥

1970

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Wampa Soup

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 —

— 𝑪𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒔𝒆 𝑯𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅

How do you feel about dogs?

Cold Corpse

“Person A and Person B assembling furniture together”

Corpse x Male reader

— 𝑬𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑵𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓

New Years Eve

“I remember practicing how to ask you out to the mirror.”

Unus Annus

Ethans cute tbh

“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”

— 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒓

E-plier x male reader

“You’re here late.”

Yancy x male reader

— 𝑹𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏

“Male reader x Robb Stark Christmas?”

cold mornings

"Quit smiling at me, I can't stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that."

Robb reassuring a male reader who’s insecure abt how chubby he is

Baby Wolf

"I can't get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater."

Fever

Richard likes The Beatles

Richard dating someone with a kid

“Please don’t do this.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

— 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝑬𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒐𝒏

It’ll be okay

Wanna, like- Imean, if you're not busy... We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don't have a lot of time?"

“I like the way your hand fits in mine.”

“This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”

“I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.”

“I look forward to holding you close in bed soon.”

— 𝐁𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐲

— 𝑱𝒐𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒛𝒛𝒆𝒍𝒐

“Your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and I couldn’t help but steal it”

angst blurb where pat Murray gets into an argument with his bf

20 and 28 for the meet cute

“Against a wall” (NSFW)

“Face-fucking” (NSFW)

“Oral giving” (NSFW)

“How they are as a dad”

— 𝐺𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑦𝑚 𝐿𝑒𝑒

“Sharing an umbrella at a bus stop as it snows.”

— 𝐵𝑒𝑛 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑦

(NSFW)

“I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.” (NSFW)

“They caught you when you slipped on ice and nearly fell over.”

“I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”

“You both go to the counter, having the same type of coffee called for pick-up. “

#adam driver #Pedro Pascal #joe mazzello #gwilym lee #ben hardy #taron egerton #Richard Madden #ethan nestor #corpse husband #x male reader #male reader #masterlist

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ficnation · 4 years ago

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Chapter 1: The Red Devils

Series: Way Down We Go // Season 1

Word count: 3052

Pairing: Rick Grimes x Female! Reader (later on, main, slow burn); Shane Walsh x Reader; male OC x Reader (unrequited)

Warnings: usual twd themes (e.g. descriptive gore, death, use of weapons, violence), bank robbery, mentions of vomiting

A/n: I was so excited to get back to writing that I decided to start a new series and this is what I came up with. Also huge thanks to twdeadlysins for beta-reading and helping me name this chapter and brainstorming with me! She’s honestly amazing <3 I hope you like this series! Please don’t forget to tell me your thoughts in the comments.

my amazing beta: @twdeadlysins

*my own aesthetic* // *twd universe doesn't belong to me, but the original characters do*

☁ 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁

☁ 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁

☁ 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 ☁

It was a hot summer day, and even though you enjoyed this season, the heat was almost unbearable. You trailed behind your coworkers, following their steps past the bribed security guards and straight into the building of one of Atlanta’s biggest banks. The air conditioner cooled your skin immediately, making you sigh in content. The capacious space was relatively empty, except for your group of five and the few people working there. Sasha stopped in her tracks, turning in your direction with a quiet whistle that echoed through the room before fading away into silence. You couldn’t see her face because of the red devil masks your group had to wear to prevent anyone from recognizing you.

“Isn’t it weird that there’s no one here?” the woman asked, her smoky voice reaching your ears in a hushed whisper.

“Don’t you watch TV?” Demy replied with another question, toying with his phone.

You tapped your feet in boredom, looking past his shoulder at the device in his hand, monochromatic images from security cameras flashing on the screen. The blue-eyed boy pushed your head away with a laugh.

“Not really, I prefer books,” Sasha responded to his question, shrugging. She pulled the tall man standing in front of you three in her direction. “Hey, Levi. You watch TV?”

The brunet man turned around with a look of pure annoyance sparking in his grey eyes that were barely visible from beneath the mask. He grabbed the hand that Sasha placed on his shoulder and twisted her arm behind her back harshly. The woman whined in pain when her bones cracked on the verge of breaking. She tried to pull her arm away from his grip to no avail. A warning growl left Levi’s lips before he released the curly-haired woman.

“What the fuck, Levi?” she snapped at him.

You stepped between the two of them, your glare boring into the brunet’s skull. Demy looked at Sasha to make sure she was okay before leaving the three of you, avoiding conflict like always. Sasha nodded at you, massaging her arm with her healthy hand. You were sure she'd wake up tomorrow with bruises decorating her light brown skin. Sasha sent a hateful glare in Levi’s direction, sidestepping him and continuing the trek to her assigned position.

“We’re in the middle of robbing a bank, for fuck’s sake. And you stopped to ask me if I watch TV?” The tall man called after her before disappearing around the corner to find Demy.

“You’ve gotta be joking,” Todd said, stopping in one place, fuming.

You looked around the hall to find the reason for his anger. Sasha wasn’t at her assigned position, she was nowhere to be seen. A loud growl reached your ears, and before you could react, one of the bulky security guards that were supposed to watch your backs threw himself at you and Todd. You landed on the beige tiles, your head hitting the floor with a thud. Anguish sinking into your skull, your head throbbed painfully when you tried to move. You opened your eyes wide, panic rising in your chest when the only thing you could see was red, the devil mask fully blocking your vision. You ripped it off your face, throwing it aside. A sticky substance surrounded your hand, painting your skin crimson, but you were too in shock to find its source.

Another snarl sounded from behind you. Your head whipped around, your gaze meeting the guard that attacked you and your coworker. You immediately noticed his dead eyes fogged with milky white color. Blood dripped down his chin from the chunk of flesh his mouth chewed on. You scrambled away from him in panic, a blood-curdling scream involuntarily escaping your lips. The flesh-hungry man looked up at you for a second before returning his attention to the spasming person by his feet.

Your eyes searched the room for Levi, Demy, or Sasha, but the only people in the hall were you, the guard, and a writhing corpse lying beside him. The dead person’s clothes looked familiar, and when your orbs traveled up to its face, you noticed the red devil mask. Another scream left your mouth, gaining the attention of the murderous security guard. His head whipped in your direction before he lurched towards you, causing the human meat drenched in saliva to fall from his lips onto the tiles. You backed away quickly, too scared to even think about standing up and running away from the crime scene.

When your back hit the wall fear paralyzed your entire brain, you couldn’t think nor move. You were screwed. He was so close to you that you could smell the odor of rotting flesh coming from his body. His reeking breath puffed over your face, his blood-stained teeth barely inches away from sinking into your skin. You closed your eyes, ready for death that was coming closer with every passing second. Tears streamed down your face, washing away the blood that you accidentally smeared on your cheek.

You didn’t want to die, not without making sure that your brothers were okay. You’ve never wanted to be back in the small town you grew up in as much as in this moment. The trailer park you hated your whole childhood was a better place to die than the enormous empty bank you found yourself in. You wished you could go back and change your mind about leaving for Atlanta. Sharing a tiny room with your brothers for the rest of your life was better than dying here completely alone, eaten by a cannibal.

Before the blood-thirsty guard could bury his teeth in your shoulder, you heard a gunshot, and the man slumped to the floor. Your eyes shot open in surprise. You inspected the corpse quickly, seeing the circular wound on his forehead. Someone called your name, but the voice was distorted by the deafening ringing in your ears. You hit your head with your fists in desperation, trying to make it stop. Delicate hands caught your arms before you could hurt yourself again. You looked up in alarm, instantaneously recognizing the familiar face.

“Baby, please, we gotta get out of here!” Sasha pleaded. “There’s more of them. We don’t have any time to waste.” She grabbed one of your arms and threw it over her shoulders, passing you her gun. “I’ll focus on getting us out of here. You shoot when you see one of them,” the woman explained in a calm voice.

You opened your lips slightly, trying to ask about the wellbeing of the rest of your group, but the only thing that left your mouth was a tremulous breath, so you had to settle on a grateful nod. The woman started walking towards the back exit. You followed her, almost tripping over your own feet.

“Steady,” Sasha encouraged you. “Demy and Levi are waiting for us in the car, but I don’t trust them. I think they’ll bolt if we take too long. God, what if they decided not to wait for us? We won’t make it out of Atlanta without the car. I knew I should’ve let Demy go after you instead of me,” she rambled when the nerves finally got to her. Her lips trembled at the possibility that the men left you behind.

“Don’t overthink.” The words escaped your mouth before you could stop them, making Sasha look at you in pure shock.

“You can talk!” She grinned at you, pushing forward with newfound energy.

You rolled your eyes at her childish behavior, but you couldn’t really complain. Before you could let out an exasperated sigh, you found yourself in a corridor littered with unmoving corpses. Some of them slumped by the walls, others laying across the floor. Their open eyes were fogged by a milky-white color, they looked exactly like the cannibal guard’s orbs. You looked around, your gaze searching every single dead person for red devil masks. You pushed your body away from Sasha, your outstretched hands holding the gun she gave you in a tight grip, ready to shoot.

Sasha gasped behind you. “Oh my- I think I’m gonna throw up,” she said, turning away from the dreadful sight, heaving. The woman rested her palms on her knees in a hunched over position, quietly counting to ten.

You patted her back reassuringly before taking a careful step forward, barely avoiding stepping on someone’s hand. You treaded cautiously between the dead people laying across the floor, doing everything in your power to not trip over their stretched out limbs. The heavy exit door at the end of the hallway creaked, attracting your attention. Your hands gripped the weapon harder, your knuckles going pale with the pressure.

“Hey, get a move on!” The door was pushed open, and Demy’s face greeted you from behind it. His dorky smile made you grin. The blue-eyed boy waved you over excitedly. “Come on, Levi has the money!”

Sasha glared at him. “Are you stupid?! How can you be so happy when everyone in this building is dead?!” she snapped at the boy, her voice harsh and slightly confused.

Demy blushed in embarrassment for choosing this moment to show how excited he was about the money Levi successfully stole. “Sorry, Sasha,” he apologized shamefully.

You ran past him out of the door, making sure to nudge him in the side with your elbow before you jumped into the passenger seat of the red Dodge Challenger Levi parked right by the exit.

“Of course, she took the passenger seat,” Demy murmured, climbing into the back seat with Sasha on his tail. You stuck your tongue at him, kicking your legs up on the dashboard.

“Great, the family’s together. Let’s go,” Levi said, starting the car.

“Wait! Where’s Todd? We can’t leave him behind!” Demy protested, noticing that the last member of your group is missing.

“He’s-”

“He’s dead,” you interrupted Sasha. “The security guard bit him. He probably bled out.” The pair in the backseat stared at you in awe, the information you passed to them not as interesting, as the fact that you just spoke to them more than two words.

“Don’t be idiots, of course, she can talk,” the brunet spat out, patting your thigh.

His piercing grey eyes met yours for a quick second. Levi knew you could understand him without words because both of you preferred to keep your feelings to yourself. He wanted to tell you that he’ll always be there if you need to talk about Todd’s death and that it was okay for you to stay silent even in this situation. You turned away from him with a smile, aimlessly staring at the window.

Levi drove the car out of the back alley, entering the main street, but the sight of the blocked road made him hit the brakes. He cursed under his nose as he rolled down the window on his side and stuck his head outside to look around.

“We’re fucking blocked,” the man spat out, hitting the steering wheel in anger. A sickeningly loud beep from the car horn pierced the air.

“Guys, did you notice that these cars are empty?” Demy asked, leaning forward to look between you and Levi.

You peered at the cars crowding the street. They were definitely abandoned. Some doors were left open, letting random stuff spill out of them as if someone didn't have time to pick it up. You noticed that bags and suitcases made up a big part of them.

Levi nudged you with his elbow. “I think they were running away from something,” he noted. You confirmed his thoughts with a short nod. The real question was, what were they running away from?

“SHIT! FUCK! FUCKING SHIT!” Sasha yelled in frustration. “What the actual fuck is going on here?!”

“Can you save the tantrums for later?” Demy stared at the front window focused, before freezing in his seat, fear flashing through his eyes. “Bozhe moy… I’ll see you in hell, guys.” Before any of you could do anything, the lanky boy bolted through the door, running back to the alley you came from.

“DEMY, YOU FUCKING COWARD!” Sasha called after him in desperation. She searched beneath the seats for a second before a realization dawned on her. “I think he took the money,” she ground out.

“I knew this brat would do something like this.” Levi groaned, his brows creased in disbelief.

“Sly motherfucker,” you whispered under your breath, narrowing your eyes at the crowd of people stumbling past the cars like mindless animals. “Get out of the car!” you yelled abruptly, slamming the door open and leaving the vehicle in a hurry.

Your coworkers followed you at full throttle, abandoning the Dodge Challenger. The three of you observed the crowd for a short minute, crouching beside the car. The growling swarm of people already getting closer and closer.

“Why are they stumbling?” Sasha whispered to you, squinting her russet brown eyes to survey the crowd.

“I think Demy knows something we don’t,” Levi said suddenly. Still in a crouch, he moved to the trunk and swiftly popped it open.

“Why ain’t we running?” Sasha asked impatiently.

If these people were anything like the security guard that murdered Todd, you didn’t want to find yourself surrounded by them. The realization hit you like a truck, the foggy eyes, their craving for human flesh. They weren’t people, not anymore. Your instinct kicked in, screaming in your head to run and don’t let those things catch you, and that’s exactly what you decided to do. Without wasting another second, you dashed back to the alley where Demy disappeared. Your coworkers followed after you, cursing.

You ran past the opened metal gate, looking around for anything that indicated where Demy disappeared. Levi and Sasha caught up to you, panting. The tall man gripped a black zipped bag in his hand.

“What’s in the bag?” the brown-eyed woman asked, looking at him in curiosity. “Money?” You involuntarily snorted at her comment.

“Guns. Now shut up and help me find this coward.” The brunet looked around the alley for any clues that’d tell you where the boy went.

The alley you stood in was surrounded by two high buildings. The bank and a museum that you never bothered to visit. Since there were no windows or doors to get into the second building, you could only speculate that Demy returned to the bank. With the corpses pooling in the hallway to the back door and the dead cannibal guard that killed Todd and then jumped on you, ready to sink his teeth in your skin, you didn’t think it was safe to go back there.

“Up.” Sasha pointed to a fire escape attached to the museum’s wall leading straight to the rooftop. You nearly facepalmed yourself. This was Demy you were talking about. The boy was smarter than the three of you combined.

“No time to waste,” Levi stated, hearing the loud groans of the crowd you left behind. He jumped up to reach the ladder before climbing up, not looking at the two of you even once.

“Asshole,” Sasha spat out, hoisting herself up and following his steps.

You looked at the metal gate for a second, hearing the crowd getting even closer. You stepped up to the ladder and jumped up to reach it, but your fingers barely grazed the metal. The mindless people stumbled through the open gate, groaning loudly. There were hundreds of them, baring their teeth at your sight. Their greyish arms were outstretched in your direction, ready to rip you apart.

You jumped up again, trying to grab the ladder in desperation, but the metal bars slipped past your fingers. “No, no, no!”

You weren’t as tall as your companions, and there was no way you could reach the fire escape. It’d only be possible if someone pulled you up. You looked at the crowd. They were only a few feet away from you now, you didn’t have much time. You gazed at the fire escape. Levi already disappeared from your view, and Sasha was hoisting herself up on the rooftop’s half-wall. Her brown eyes traveled to your silhouette for a second. She shook her head, seeing the situation you found yourself in. The woman turned around, her brown curls whipping with the sudden movement before she disappeared from your view.

“Don’t leave me!” you called after her, but she didn’t come back.

They left you there to die. But you weren’t going to give them that satisfaction. You turned around and darted towards the bank, barely escaping the agitated monsters’ fingers. You slammed through the door with a grunt, your shoulder hitting the metal painfully. Without any time to waste, you ran down the corridor jumping over the dead bodies. The main hall wasn’t too far away. The entrance there was your only chance to escape. You could only pray these things weren’t waiting for you there.

Panting from the exhaustion, you reached the spacious hall. The monsters swarmed the corridor you ran out of, pushing each other out of the way to get to you. They were right behind you. Ten more seconds of hesitation and they’d get a grip on you. You pushed the door closed, blocking their way. The hungry creatures slammed against the door, making you grunt with their force. You weren’t as strong as them. There was no way you could stop them from pushing the door open. You had to make a run for it. It was your only way out.

You counted to ten in your head, seeing these things’ fingers sliding through the narrow gap at the bottom of the door. They pushed against the wooden surface with such a force that before you got to ten, they overpowered you. The door behind you slammed open, and you dashed forward, almost tripping over Todd’s body. You ran for the entrance as fast as your feet let you. The glass door welcomed you to the outside world.

You left the bank behind, running through the streets in search of a car that wasn’t completely blocked. You had to find Daryl and Merle, no matter what. They were your only family and the only people that’d never leave you behind.

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akindofmagic-inmylife · 4 years ago

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Which trope irritates you the most or you think is just plain ridiculous?

I’ll start

It’s when rude!guy is getting physically aggresive with female!protagonist at her place of work or somewhere public and male!protagonist gets into fisticuffs with rude!guy (for being rude duh!) yet somehow female!protagonist gets mad at male!protagonist (??????) for making a scene because she apparently had it “under control” even though rude!guy almost practically had her in a chokehold or something

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x-reader-theater · 4 years ago

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Okay but, my letter to female reader insert writers is almost to 1k notes? Um, thank you all so much for spreading this as much as you have! This is incredible! To all my male and Non-Binary/Gender Non-Conforming readers, I’m so happy you agree, and showing support for this invasion of our spaces!

And to my female readers and writers, thank you for taking the time to listen to my, and my fellow male/gender non-conforming readers and writers thoughts. I have seen a little change so far, but this is a wider issue that effects more than just a couple people. This is a multi-fandom issue that can’t just be solved by one post. My female readers and writers, you have to show that you are serious by changing your posts, getting out of our tags, and making sure you clearly show who the reader is for, and make sure your writing makes sense to a non-female centric audience if you are writing something that is not just for women!

Thank you for taking the time to listen to me, and thank you for almost 1k notes on the post. If you want to see the original post you can do so here. Also, please, please, please share your own experiences with this, vent your own frustrations, reblog artists work, especially male and non-binary/gender non-conforming writers. We barely get any notes as it is and it would mean the world if you could take the extra time to even just quick reblog. Supporting artists does not ruin the theme of your blog. Thank you, I love you all!

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youcanneverhavetoomanyangels · 4 years ago

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Happy birthday to Ben! 2/1/2021

😊🎉🎂🍺💖

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supercap2319 · 1 year ago

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"So, what do you think of the Institute, baby bro?" Peter teased. He ruffled Y/N's hair as the other male slapped his hands away.

"Please don't call me that here. It's embarrassing." Y/N said.

"But you are my baby brother, and I want everyone to know it."

"Shouldn't you be bugging Scott or something?"

"I was, but Xavier told me I had to give my annoying brother a tour of the school." Peter grins. Y/N flipped him off.

They walked towards the gardens, and that's when Y/N caught sight of golden blonde hair in the afternoon sun. He was handsome. Tall. Blue-eyed. God, he was hot looking. Peter followed his gaze and frowns.

"Who's he?" Y/N asked.

"Warren. Warren Worthington the Third. Don't even think about it, Y/N." Peter warns.

"Too late. I want him." Y/N smiled as Warren waved at them.

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bluesfortheredj · 4 years ago

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The Talk.

Talk of an STD and a little bit of depression ahead. No male named, so will tag all those I write for.

His fingertips glide over the warm skin of your neck, making their way down from your jaw to your shoulder, then he slips your vest and bra straps down to your arm while his tongue swirls around yours tantalisingly slowly. Your hands move from his waist to slip their way up the front of his shirt and eventually clasp together at the back of his neck. The kiss had made your mind go completely blank, but as soon as you feel your other straps fall from your shoulder you’re snapped back to reality with a gasp that breaks you from his lips all too suddenly.

“I can’t,” you breathe, letting go of him immediately and pulling your straps back into position, “I really can’t.”

“Do you not want to be with me?” he asks with a slightly furrowed brow.

“I do! I really do, trust me. But I can’t.”

“What do you mean by can’t? Talk to me, (Y/N), please,” he begs.

This wasn’t the first time you’d almost got caught up in the moment, it was so easily done; especially when he caressed your face so sweetly with his slender fingers while his lips left a trail of fire down the side of your neck. You’d always managed to stop in time though, but you knew your excuses were wearing thin and the truth would have to come out one day, and it was looking as though today would be it. Tears were already building up in your eyes and you knew you couldn’t sob your way through this difficult conversation; he needed to hear every detail loud and clear. No other relationship had got this far because you’d been quick to end things before the need for this conversation would arise, yet things were so different with him, and you hadn’t been able to do your usual dump and run.

“How about you go and sit in the living room and I’ll get us a cup of tea, yeah?” he questions desperately, trying to get you to stay instead of run judging by the terrified look in your eyes.

You nod slowly, “yeah, okay.”

He walks down the hallway, the two of you only reaching the bottom of the stairs anyway, and you watch him until he’s out of sight before sighing and making your way into the lounge and perching yourself on the edge of his sofa. It’s the longest five minutes of your life as you await his entrance and he can’t help but give you a smile when he sees you practically ready to run at the drop of a hat.

“You can sit back and make yourself comfortable,” he encourages softly, “it’s okay.”

“Oh… yeah,” you reply nervously as you shuffle yourself backwards.

“Where would you be comfortable with me sitting?”

“Uh… probably the other end?”

“Right,” he nods, stepping back after placing your tea down on the coffee table in front of you and settling into the opposite corner of the sofa.

There’s a long pause as you think carefully about how to say what you need to without bursting into tears or making a run for the front door to avoid it altogether, and your gaze alternates from him to your cup, then finally to your hands that are fiddling with the inner seam of your jeans anxiously.

“I… I don’t really know how to say this… I’ve never had to do this before… I’ve never come this far in a relationship because I’ve been so scared of this conversation.”

He nods slowly, unsure of whether to say anything or not.

“With you though, it’s different, and no matter how much I didn’t want to face this, I couldn’t bring myself to leave you.”

“Well that’s a relief,” he chuckles.

“I wouldn’t say that just yet; you haven’t heard what I have to tell you.”

“You can tell me anything.”

“You’re going to hate me,” you say, inhaling a sob that was threatening to escape as you reach for your cup.

From the corner of your eye you can see him moving to reach out for you, “no, please, don’t,” you say as you put your free hand up to stop him, “please.”

“Okay,” he whispers, knowing this must be serious.

The hand that lifts your cup shakes as it makes its way to your lips and you take a tentative sip of the hot drink before returning it to the coaster for fear of spilling it onto your lap. You take a deep breath and close your eyes as if you’re about to dive into a pool, then the words that had never left your mouth before suddenly come tumbling out in three quick bursts, “I’ve got herpes.”

You hold your breath and clench your fists as if bracing for impact with your eyes squeezed tightly shut, and your body is completely frozen in place while you wait for some sort of reaction; him getting as far away from you as possible, him grimacing at the thought of you, him shouting at you to get out of his house… the possibilities were endless. It must be only thirty seconds until you feel him moving along the cushions and pressing his body against your side as he wraps an arm around your tense figure, yet it feels like forever, and you’re still unsure as to whether you should relax or not.

“Talk to me,” he encourages softly.

You shrug him off as carefully as you can then huddle against the arm of the sofa until he backs away a little and gives you some space, then you cuddle your cup in your lap and keep your eyes fixed on the liquid inside it as you bite back tears.

“I don’t really know what to say,” you eventually reply, “I’ve never done this before.”

“Talk me through what happened,” he whispers, “you seem to expect me to be horrified at this revelation; why?”

“Because I was when it happened. I felt sick constantly, I was disgusted by myself, it made me feel dirty and repulsive, and…” you pause as you shudder at all those thoughts that had invaded your mind all those years ago, “…it was only the second person I’d ever slept with, despite what this sort of thing connotes. He went down on me, there was nothing visible around his mouth, but when I was diagnosed it was confirmed it was the oral type.”

You have to stop as a sob erupts and the first tears begin to fall down your cheeks.

“When I told him he said he couldn’t see how it was him,” you scoff, remembering how hurt you’d felt when he accused you of lying, “as if I’d lie! Absolute bastard.”

“Oh, (Y/N),” he sighs, reaching out to your back and stroking it gently.

“Then when I confided in a couple of close friends I had one say ‘why don’t you just get with him, then it doesn’t matter?’ and the other who was male said ‘it’s a shame we can’t mess around now’,” you laugh through the tears before returning your cup to the table and dropping your face into the palms of your hands as you heave out one long sob.

He can’t hold himself back any longer and he leans forward to wrap his arms around your shaking body so he can then pull you back to rest against his chest while he lets himself fall against the back cushion, “it’s okay,” he soothes while he runs his fingers through your hair, “shhh. I hope you’re not friends with those people any more.”

You shake your head and he nods in approval, “good!”

“I won’t blame you if you never want to see me again,” you mumble, “I won’t mind if you want me to leave.”

“Leave?!” he laughs, “what are you on about?! Do you really think I’d chuck you out just because of this?”

You lift yourself off of his torso but still avoid any eye contact with him, “I would if I were you. You don’t have to deal with this if you don’t want to; it’s my problem.”

“First off it’s not a problem, and secondly you’re meant to share things when you’re with someone, so anything that’s bothering you is our thing to sort out, okay?”

“You’re being too nice. You can’t say this hasn’t changed how you think about me though, and I understand that you won’t want to touch me; I felt exactly the same. I was scared of my own body for so long, it took me years to build up the courage to touch myself after everything.”

“(Y/N),” he exhales sadly, “I’m not scared, and the only way it’s changed how I think about you is that now I know exactly how strong you are. I’m a little intimidated in all honesty!”

“Don’t be silly,” you scoff, then wipe your face with your hands, “can I use your bathroom?”

“You don’t need to ask. Of course you can.”

You scurry out of the room, still feeling those old emotions laying heavy on your shoulders at your admission, and as soon as you shut and lock the door to the bathroom behind you, you let out heaving sobs as your hands grip the sides of the sink. The shame, the sensation of dirtiness, the thoughts of self loathing all come rushing to the surface so quickly you feel as though you’re about to vomit. You manage to lift your eyes to the small mirror on the windowsill in front of where you’re standing and you immediately see a different person to the one you were expecting to see; you’re older now, stronger than what you’d been when it happened, and the changes in your face only reminded you how far you’d come since then. You take a deep breath before grabbing some loo roll and dabbing your eyes, then you click open the lock of the door and open in slowly. When you get to the living room he’s sitting there with his phone in his hand, his eyes fixed on the screen as his thumb scrolls.

“Did you know that around 70% of people have herpes but only about one in three will have symptoms?” he asks, his eyes not straying from the device, “so I could have it and not even know… plus apparently shedding of the virus decreases after time and after two years and barely any flare ups you hardly shed any of it, so the risk of passing it on is pretty minimal.”

“Yeah… I did know actually.”

“Shit, of course you did. That was stupid of me to say, I’m sorry. I’m just reading up, that’s all, and honestly none of this matters to me…” he pauses as he watches your face carefully and lowers his phone, “but I have a feeling that it’s not really the virus that’s the problem… it’s what it represents in your mind, right?”

You nod in reply; he was completely right and it had taken opening up to someone for you to realise it. There was absolutely nothing wrong with having herpes, you were one of millions, but the stigma and sequence of events that had played out during your time of being diagnosed was what had made you so terrified about admitting it.

“I’m really sorry,” you sigh, suddenly embarrassed about getting so worked up about it all, “that was more than a little dramatic.”

“Don’t be sorry! I’m honoured to be the first, and hopefully only, romantic partner you tell so of course it would be an emotional roller coaster for you. Don’t beat yourself up for feeling things so deeply, especially with everything that went on at the time and the shitty people you had around you,” he stands from the sofa and holds his arms out, “now will you please come here so I can hug you without you trying to escape me?”

You let out a short laugh at his question, “I think I can manage that.”

He leans his cheek against your hair as his arms envelop you into a tight embrace, “so… uh… when we do, y’know, I think you’re going to have to demonstrate what you like. I don’t wanna do it wrong after you having perfected it over the last few years.”

You lean away from him to see his face now slightly flushed, “I’m sure you don’t need any… oh! Right,” you chuckle, realising that he wanted to see you pleasure yourself, “I’m sure that won’t be a problem.”

“I can’t promise I’ll keep my hands to myself though,” he winks, giving your bum a quick squeeze.

You smile up at him then bury your face into his neck as you resume the much needed cuddle and he sighs contentedly as his arms hold your now calm body.

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zwiezraczek · 4 years ago

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Hello! It’s been a while, but I’d like to request a continuation for my request before. I loved the way you wrote about them bonding over parkour. So maybe this time y/n gets hurt on a job and starts doubting his abilities and Four comforts him.

Right Now [Blurb] [y/n=he/him]

Part 1: Happily

Note: I spent waaay to much time on this, I’m sorry as I messaged you! And it’s always a pleasure to write he/him y/n it changes a bit and it’s comforiting and I like it, I won’t lie about it! Thank you for your request!

You couldn't help but remember the words he said to you during that night, as you were laying in your bed, facing the ceiling of this cheap motel One found for you all until you could be back in the desert. “I just thing we have something,” resonating in your head as your dizzy mind tried to take off the smile on your face. It was useless, because you could still feel the brush of his hand against yours as he walked you to your hotel room, and waited until you entered your room. You thought it was surreal, all of this. You didn't know if it all was meant to be, how everything would unravel, but for the moment all you knew was that his smile was on your mind, along with his eyes glistening in the pale moonlight. Everything was new to you.

It all began softly, with his hand brushing against yours when the squad meet in the dinning room of the motel, while One explained how much you had accomplished last night an how much he hated to be left alone in his room while everyone was having a blast downtown – including you, hermits, he precised – and almost pulled out a presentation on what he should be involved in this kind of group project. A presentation, no one properly listened to. And you particularly, looking at Four who smiled every time he caught you looking at him. At the beginning, you thought that all of this was a fever dream, probably only your fever dream, and that all that had happened on the night before was forgettable. But it wasn't, as the butterflies' wings tickled your stomach when he gently put his hand on your shoulder while entering the room. To be quite honest, you couldn't find sleep after you woke up early, and you could count on Five's company while being awake, both of you having a small discussion around a cup of coffee.

And it was all about the small attentions he gave you, these small friendly gestures that meant a lot to you at that very moment. His head on your shoulder when he was falling asleep at the back of the car – and you knew that he used to sleep often on Seven's shoulder – and clinging a little more onto your arm while asleep in this uncomfortable position, and his hair tickling the tip of your nose everytime you turned around to look at Seven sitting on the opposite side while he spoke to you. It was all about the moment you locked eyes during a mission and you understood where he wanted to go, it was the times he caught you and told that he would never let you go, it was when after a mission he offered you a cup of coffee and you gladly accepted, and it was, one time, the soft kiss on the cheek. An attention you didn't know you needed until it happened. A delight for your mind and soul, something new – the feel of being loved by one.

The reality caught you pretty quickly. Sadly.

Unhappily for the squad, a mission was waiting for you around the corner. It jumped out of nowhere, not from the rooftops but from a strange place as One stormed into the place you were hiding during the past few weeks before you could make your way towards the desert – a long way home.

“We must go,” he sharply said as he began to gather all the important papers he had in some of the drawers. Everybody looked at him, not knowing what to do, except for Two who immediately began to pack her things.

“Grab all your important belongings and all that can lead them to us,” she added while packing before throwing a bag into Three's hands. “Now.”

They all nodded, and you were just left behind. Of course you knew that living like this meant being in a constant fear, in constant moving – an you liked it – but experiencing a police chase so close was scarier than intended. Your hands were shaking much more than when you were on a mission, grabbing your bag and trying to sort out everything that you would need or not. Four threw something at you, you caught it quickly and put it into your backpack, before turning around. It was the moment of splitting – just like the Scooby gang, One once commented.

“By all means, we'll meet under the great bridge of the town in one hour, right enough to let the police wander all around town in order to chase us, all panic-stricken. We're waiting five minutes before we leave,” One precised and the sirens began to hurl outside. “Have faith, it won't be the first time we're going to split. Especially you Eight, boy, it won't be the first time for sure.”

It was just scarier than you imagined, jumping from roof to roof, all by yourself, knowing well that the police was looking for you, and Four. You were more afraid of losing him than being caught yourself. And that was probably what made you so inattentive. You heard sirens again, you weren't far enough of the place where you were all hiding. Shit. You turned around, and began to run to lose them. But they were way quicker than you, and you had to lay it low. You had only thirty minutes to join the squad, otherwise you were fucked, and on your own. Especially right now. And in the rush, you tripped over a bar, and felt your ankle cracking like pop corn in a microwave. It didn't hurt, the adrenaline rushing through your veins didn't allow you to fear it more than you feared the police, and from the ground you rose, running more and more, taking different paths and dark alleys until you saw the bridge. But also the police, right in front of you, looking for you. And they saw you, you knew it. You were so close, yet so far from your final destination, but you had to made it. You knew that the squad wouldn't let you down, you hoped so, Four shouldn't let you down. So you ran, trying to outsmart the police, and you knew that the squad was all there because the car began to race in front of your eyes, rolling towards the place where you could jump off safely before you all disappeared into a tunnel. It was the moment to run for your life, and their life. You hated yourself for bringing them this much attention – but at least you weren't late. Your ankle began to hurt again, but the pain slowly became unbearable. You prayed for Five to find a solution to this.

All you remembered from the moment you entered the car were shouting and One's voice as he cursed all over the place, as if it would make the situation better. As you entered the car, hissing in pain, Four immediately made some room for Five to go next to you, with all her medical supplies. But from her look, it wasn't as bad as it felt. You felt Four's hand grabbing yours from the back of the car; you couldn't see his face, but from his grip you knew he was worried. And it was all you remembered, the harsh words, the pain, and the sleep that Five put you in.

And then, the harsh fall.

It was going on forever inside your head: you had messed up. The whole mission was a failure because of you. You had to run away, to hide, an with your hurt ankle nothing was feeling good. You didn't feel like you belonged there anymore, and it was all that you were able to think about while sitting on the bed in the crappy hotel room you shared with Five for the moment. One's words were resonating in your head, and you only wanted to sleep, it was the only way to forget about all of this. Five often asked if you needed something, if you wanted something, but it made you feel more like a burden than anything, but it was nice from her. A knock on the door made you jump with surprise, still hugging your pillow. It was probably Five. You said to come in, and it wasn't her that opened the door. It was Four. Four whom you refused to see in the past few days while your ankle was still unwell. Four that apparently insisted on seeing you according to Five, but you refused. And now, he was standing right in front of you, looking at you with his puppy green eyes as you were miserably sitting there.

“How are you feeling,” he asked you and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Like shit,” you bluntly replied avoiding his eyes. “How would you feel if the mission was almost fucked up because of you?”

“It wasn't,” he calmly replied trying to reach out towards your hand, but you hid it under the blanket. “It wasn't your fault, okay?”

“It was, and I'm injured now and I can't do shit and I'm fucking useless,” your voice was shaking. You couldn't bring yourself to tell all of these things to Five, and especially not to One, but you knew that somehow Four was the right person to let all of this go.

“You're not useless, we've already had that talk Eight, and you know how important you are to the...”

“I don't care,” you blurted and he immediately stopped talking. Your eyes were watery as you already regretted yelling like this. “I'm sorry I... I shouldn't I just... I'm exhausted I can't do this anymore.”

And without any doubt, Four went up next to you, and then proceeded to hold you in his arms as you snuggled your head into his neck. Tears were already running on your cheeks, and his soft whispers were calming you down. It felt like home again, it felt safe for a minute. It felt as if nothing else mattered at that point, nothing else than you and him. His gentleness made your heart bounce harder and harder inside your chest, and your tears were slowly replaced by an overwhelming feeling of love. He kissed your forehead then. Gently and softly.

“Thank you for bearing with me even when I'm... Basically the worst,” you managed to say, your voice still weak.

“I'll bear with you forever Eight, no matter what. And never doubt in yourself, because I see how talented you are and how much you want to do the right thing. We don't care about what others think, you saved their asses a countless number of times, they can save your ass once. And they'll have to, otherwise they'll lose us both.”

You looked right into his eyes. It was like seeing a countless number of stars shining inside of them, a beautiful galaxy of emotions staring at you, with passion, with love, with everything. It probably was the best moment for your lips to meet, as he slowly lowered his head and his lips reached yours. It was a soft first kiss. It wasn't anything passionate, but it felt like an infinite number of blankets covering your body and keeping you warm, as if butterflies surrounded you and sheltered you with their wings. It felt like love, and you weren't ready to give up on it.

“Don't ever doubt yourself,” he whispered against your lips.

“I won't,” you softly replied.

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thosequeenboys · 5 years ago

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A Lesson in Studly

“And then you have Ben. Oh, and he’s looking great. He’s looking studly, you know, with his little pursed lips...”

—Joe Mazzello (X)

Right photo credit: @enjoytwt (x)

Photo Design: @warriorteam1924 (Thanks, Darling, for beautifully creating my ‘one vision’)

#ben hardy #joe mazzello #ben hardy fanfic #ben hardy x reader #x male reader #ben hardy fan fiction #hardzello #hardzzello #bohemian rhapsody

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twit-moonstar · 5 years ago

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Ben Hardy x Singer!Reader headcannons

N/A: Hi, this is my first time posting headcannons (or anything, really), so go easy on me. I wanted this to be longer but I ran out of ideas, lmao, if u want a second part I can write it , tho, just ask for it <3 comments, likes and reblogs are greatly apreciated!!

you have made a name for yourself acting in various tv shows, mostly as a guest actress, and some big movies

but as much as you love acting, your true passion was always singing, so you start writing and composing some songs

a year later, you’re looking for an actor to participate on your video

(you think you’ll get more attention to your music that way)

so one day you’re watching bohemian rhapsody with your friends and you observe ben carefully in every scene

he’s an great actor

(and v handsome, not that that matters…)

you ask your manager to contact him but ben seems a little reluctant to work on the video, so you decide to ask him personally

he accepts to have lunch with you

ben’s really nice and relaxed, funny even

tbh not something you really were expecting bc he was… well,, he was very good looking and had player a playboy rockstar recently

a part of you kind of expects that ben’s roles maybe were up his head but of you were really happy that he seemed to have his feet firmly planted on the ground

“why did you called me, y/n? not that i’m complaining”

“i’m going to be honest, ben, i haven’t seen all of your stuff, but i’ve seen you on bo rhap and you were great, so i’d really really like for you to, you know, act on my new video”

“you have any ideas on what do you want to film?”

“a few actually”

ben was impressed by your creativity and enthusiasm and passion

anyone would have said that he was looking at you with heart eyes but whatever

so he accepts

the two days of filming are quite fun and he gets to know you a little

also he’s kind of enamoured by… well, by you basically

and you keep in contact once you’re done through messages, some occasional dinner and sometimes calls

since the video hasn’t been released yet there’s some rumours you’re dating

(and i mean,, don’t you wish?)

but there’s a few leaked pics of you both on the set of the mv and you say it’s all for work so the rumor isn’t as strong as it was in the beginning

it’s strange to talk with him so much bc you met him only a month ago but some things just are meant to be and you don’t question your growing friendship with him

almost two months after the video for your single is released and it has ton of visits and comments, everyone is talking about you!!

(also some fans lowkey ship you with ben)

so one or two days after, ben calls you

“hey, what if we-uh-go to have dinner to celebrate?”

you’re kind of surprised by it tbh

“you know what? no, that’s a excuse. i’d like you to go on a date with me”

your smile is real big bc w o w ben’s asking you out and he sounds nervous and he’s so cute ohmygod

so,, date night,, he’s wearing a nice white shirt and jeans and it’s simple but he looks so good

and ben,, well, he’s enchanted by how beautiful you look

everything goes great, it feels like any other time you hanged out with him

except when he leaves you home bc instead of the usual timid kiss on the cheek, he whispers “can i kiss you?”

and you’re a little breathless bc he’s real close and his baby blue eyes are staring at you and you feel a little overwhelmed for the butterflies on your stomach

you can’t believe he’s making you feel BUTTERFLIES ON YOUR STOMACH like some teenager girl in love

ofc you say yes and he leans and cradles your face with his hands and connects your lips gently and it’s so sWEET UGH MY HEART

you never want to stop

sadly, he pulls away

“tonight was good. thank you” you say with a smile

is smile is just as big as yours. “it really was, wasn’t it? maybe we could repeat it”

this boy hasn’t come to play any game, huh?

“i’d like that. good night, ben”

“good night, y/n”

#ben hardy x reader #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x you #ben hardy x female reader #ben hardy x male reader #ben hardy fanfic #ben hardy headcanon #ben hardy fanfiction

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