#danny parks x reader

[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

as long as you love me. ( danny parks x reader )

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Your home life had been turbulent for the entirety of your childhood, and everyone in Ballarat was familiar with your father's ill temperament. Danny developed a crush on you during his early teenage years, and as he got older the feeling only grew and became a love that was so strong that he felt as if he was slowly suffocating when he didn't see you.

On his eighteenth birthday, he felt helpless when he saw the fresh bruise on your arm, distinct fingerprints where your father had held you tightly during one of his rampages. Danny wanted to do something, anything, to protect you but you both knew that there wasn't a single person in town who didn't know about the abuse you suffered at your father's hands, meaning the police knew, but had never done anything to stop it. And the matter was out of his hands.

When you sent him a sweet smile, placing a hand on his cheek to soothe his worries, anger, and resentment, Danny could only focus on how fast his heart was beating in his chest as you told him not to talk to your father, knowing it wouldn't end well for either of them. "I'll be fine, Danny. It's your birthday. And I don't want to spend it bickering over the same old thing."

Danny left shortly after to join the police academy and you had snuck out to see him off, holding back the tears in your eyes as you said goodbye. Without him you knew life would become less bearable. He had saved you more than he knew.

"I'll be back as soon as I finish my exams." He said, attempting to reassure you, knowing that without him around you would be lonely. He was the only person who had stood beside you, not many people wanting to get on your fathers bad side. His words provided himself with little reassurance and he wanted to stay, to be there when you needed him, but he promised to write letters to you, not wanting his departure to spell the end of your friendship. He could never bring himself to confess his feelings, partly out of fear of rejection and knowing that if your father ever found out he would be at the receiving end of his shotgun.

When Danny returned he found you working in a café, your father lost in his alcoholism at home, and so you went out to work to avoid losing your childhood home. He entered the café, removing his cap, and approached where you were taking orders, a smile forming on his lips as he took in the differences in your appearance since he last laid eyes on you.

You turned to walk away from the table, sending the customers a smile, eyes glancing up to find his.

"Aw, come on, don't tell me I've changed that much." He joked.

"Daniel." You breathed with a smile. You caught the curious gaze of a customer who observed your interaction and you took his hand, leading him outside. Danny closed the door, chuckling when your arms immediately wrapped around his neck, returning the embrace.

He rested his head on your shoulder for a moment, closing his eyes as he smiled freely. "I've missed you so much."

You smiled, pulling away to meet his gaze. "I missed you too." You put your hands on his shoulders, "Let me get a look at you." He wet his lips, chuckling when you placed his hat on his head. "Constable Danny Parks. Has a lovely ring to it."

His eyes captivated you, and when your boss knocked on the window you realised you had been staring. Not that he seemed to mind as Danny was broken out of his thoughts, both turning to the window where your boss was tapping his watch.

"I better get back inside." You stepped around him, reaching for the door when Danny caught your hand. You looked up at him with a small smile.

"Can I see you later? I'll pick you up from work. When do you finish?"

"Four-thirty." You told him. You knew that your father would be passed out tonight on the sofa and wouldn't miss your presence meaning you could catch up with Danny without consequence.

Filled with excitement, he kissed your cheek and you ducked your head a little, hoping your hair would hide the blush that followed. Danny stood frozen, shocked that he had kissed you, even if it was on the cheek. You returned to work and Danny walked away from the café, a smile growing on his lips at the thought of seeing you later.

Danny arrived ten minutes early and you made him coffee to go as you prepared to close up for the night. When you locked the doors, you looped your arm with his as you walked down the street, asking him about the academy and noticed the way Danny purposely avoided bringing up your father.

You arrived home later than usual, taking your time as Danny walked beside you, laughter flowing from your lips as he told you how Jean reacted to him returning home. Cooking his favorite meal and making sure his first day started without a hitch. Danny was thankful for his aunt and you could hear the love he had for her in his voice. You had spoken to her now and then when she stopped by the cafe but it was a rare occurrence as she usually spent most of her time maintaining the Doctors' house which had now been passed to his son, Lucien Blake who had also recently returned home to Ballarat.

As you stood on the porch, turning to Danny who was smiling as he stood on the step below, making him slightly shorter but still taller than you. "So what happens next for Constable Danny Parks?" You teased gently as you fiddled with your keys.

"I was hoping you'd agree to have dinner with me. Or lunch. Or see a film." He said, exhaling an anxious breath, licking his lips.

Your father spent most of his days at home, drinking from the moment his eyes opened until he passed out, repeating the cycle day after day. You were still on the receiving end of his temper but knew if you were gone he would believe it was for work as you had been taking as many shifts as you could to avoid losing the house due to his alcoholism.

"Which one?" You giggled.

"I don't know. You can decide." He shrugged. "As long as it isn't too sappy."

You playfully pushed his shoulder and he chuckled. You heard the sound of bottles rolling on the floor inside and looked over your shoulder worriedly before turning to Danny who noticed your demeanour change.

"When?"

"This weekend?"

You nodded, "Okay." You agreed. "Come by the cafe and we can talk then."

Danny grasped your hand when you turned away, and you looked at the constable whose face took you back in time to the teenager whose eyes looked so much older when he looked at you, his concern and his protectiveness over you making him appear so. One of the reasons why you didn't like talking about your father with him, that you didn't want Danny to change. But now that he was back, you could see that he had grown up and become a man you were looking forward to getting to know again.

"If you need me - someone to talk to or just get away for an hour, will you call me? Can you promise me that? My stomach still churns at the thought of you staying here."

You nodded, prepared to agree to anything that would make him get away faster now that your father had woken up. "I'll see you later, Danny." You entered the house and Danny heard your father grumbling, asking who you were talking to. He lingered for a moment before reluctantly walking away.

Now that he was a constable, he wouldn't hesitate to arrest your father for physical abuse.

A few days later you were bustling around the cafe during the lunch rush and Danny was walking by during his patrol and you met his gaze through the window, sending him a smile and a wave. You bit the inside of your cheek when he returned it, his smile making your heart pound.

You stepped outside to set a time and place to meet up before going to catch a screening that weekend and Danny walked away with a little more bounce in his step, continuing his patrol while you went back to work.

As you watched him cross the street through the window you knew how easily you could fall in love with Danny Parks, and realized you already had. Sneaking letters while he was at the academy, you had fallen in love with the teenager who had become a good man on the right side of justice. You had fallen in love with the words he had written and the slant of his handwriting. You were worried about seeing him again after so long but realized those worries were not about meeting him again and finding you were better friends long distance, but because you feared what your father would do when he found out.

Danny met you at the end of your street and got out to open the car door for you, words failing him when he saw your dress and your hair.

"What's wrong with it?" You fretted, touching your hair nervously.

Danny shook his head to clear the fog in his mind, clearing his throat, "N-Nothing. Nothing at all. You look incredible."

You smiled bashfully, holding the strap of your handbag in both hands, thanking him quietly as you got into the car. Danny smiled as he closed the door, glancing around as he got behind the wheel.

You kept the film a mystery and Danny only found out the name when you ordered the tickets which he paid for before you could open your handbag. You looked at him with pursed lips as you had argued in the car about paying for the tickets since you had chosen the movie. Danny argued that you could pay next time, his toothy grin saying otherwise.

The movie you had chosen was indeed one of a romantic nature but Danny would sit through even the most cheesiest movie if you were watching it. You shared popcorn and more than once your fingers brushed as you reached for the warm popcorn and each time you were thankful it was dark so he couldn't see the blush on your cheeks.

Danny leaned closer to whisper and you glanced at the constable whose eyes were on the screen, far more invested than you expected him to be, amused by this none the less.

"Who is he again?"

"Her first kiss." You whispered.

He nodded, retreating before leaning in again when he had another question, "I thought the Darnell bloke was her first kiss?"

"No, he was her first crush. But he just saw her as a friend. Which is impossible because she's beautiful."

Danny shrugged, "While there is no arguing she has a certain appeal, I wouldn't call her beautiful."

"And who would constable Danny Parks call beautiful?"

"You."

You looked at him questioningly, "You'd call me beautiful but not her?"

Danny met your gaze, the seriousness in his eyes making your breath hitch, feeling his breath on his lips from how close you were sitting. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever met. Always have been."

You smiled bashfully, biting the inside of your cheek as you turned your attention back to the screen. Danny kept his eyes on you for a moment before mirroring your actions and you glanced at him as he rested his arm on the armrest. You kept your head forward before reaching for his hand daringly and mistook his flinch of surprise for rejection but Danny held your hand, intertwining your fingers making you smile.

That night he dropped you off outside the house, keeping the lights off so your father never saw the car, and you thanked him for a lovely evening.

Danny decided there was no better time to lay it all on the line, than right now. "I want to tell you something. And it's not to pressure you or make you feel obligated to feel the same way, but if I don't get it out I think I might explode or something." He took a deep breath, "I've liked you for a really long time, and being away at the academy, awaiting your letters, counting down the days until I could see you again, only made those feelings grow. The truth is, I love you. I'm in love with you and -"

You silenced him with a gentle, hesitant kiss and Danny's eyes slowly closed as he lifted a hand to your cheek, running his thumb over your cheekbone when you pulled away.

You met his gaze for a moment before getting out of the car and leaving a stunned, and hopeful Danny behind. He waited until you were inside before driving away.

That night sleep evaded you as you tossed and turned restlessly growing irritated that you couldn't sleep when you had to get up early in the morning, your irritation only making it harder to sleep when your thoughts were consumed with Danny Parks.

You knew he would want to talk, and gave up on falling asleep, sitting at your desk as you reread his letters. You had kept them all in their opened envelopes, bound by twine and hidden in a box under your floorboard. If your father knew he would attack Danny and the last thing you wanted was for him to get hurt because of you.

When he approached you a few days later, you tried to brush him off, but Danny was determined to speak to you even if you were adamant you were busy. You stepped into the coatroom where the cooks and waitresses kept their belongings during working hours.

"What happened?" He asked. "I thought we had a great night and -"

"We did." You admitted quietly, keeping your back turned to the constable who was growing more anxious the longer your back was turned, fearing his confession had ruined everything.

"We can tell each other anything. Well, we used to." Danny began, "If you don't feel the same way, that's fine, but -"

"I do." You murmured.

Danny stammered, mouth clamping closed when you turned, rubbing your arms for comfort.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for a night like that -"

At this Danny released a scoff, placing his hands on his hips and you lowered your arms as you stepped closer.

"We had a great night, Danny. It was everything a girl wishes her first kiss to be."

His eyebrows furrowed, "So why are you pushing me away?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat and when he saw the tears forming in your eyes he nodded slowly in realization.

"Your father."

"If he found out he would hurt you and I don't want that. It was a magical evening, Danny, but that's all it can be."

"I'm not afraid of him."

"Danny..."

He placed a hand on your cheek, his free hand holding his hat. "I love you." You closed your eyes when a tear fell down your cheek. "And I don't care what it takes. I'll do anything. As long as you don't close the door before it's even opened."

You wet your lips, meeting his gaze when his thumb grazed your cheek.

"Do you love me?"

"Danny -"

"Do you?"

You nodded, "More than I can put into words." You whispered.

Danny stepped closer, "We'll keep it quiet if that's what you want. Just...give me a chance. Please?"

You held his gaze for a moment before quietly agreeing and Danny sighed in relief, cutting off your next sentence with a kiss he had been craving since your last.

You placed your hands on the nape of his neck as his arms wrapped around your waist and leaned on your toes as you melted into the kiss.

For weeks you snuck out of the house, lying about meeting friends and meeting Danny nearby. Not wanting the gossip mill to reach your father's drinking buddies, knowing you would endure his wrath, Danny came prepared and picnics became a frequent theme on your dates, not that you minded as you had him all to yourself as you navigated the shift from friendship to romance.

It was rare when the Blake house was empty and Danny took advantage of the opportunity to switch up your dates. You knew it was risky as Lucien, Mattie or Jean could return at any moment, but as you sat on the sofa, a glass in your hands as you toasted to "a change of scenery", you wished it never had to end.

Danny rested his arm on the back of the sofa, the fire filling the room with warmth but his stare alone was enough to make you feel like fanning yourself from its intensity. He tucked your hair behind your ear and you pressed your cheek into his hand as he cradled your cheek.

"You are so beautiful - the word doesn't seem like enough but I don't know many adjectives." He murmured.

You giggled softly, setting your glass on the coffee table, and leaned into his chest, resting your hand on his jaw as you tilted your head to meet his gaze. "Bewitching, glamourous, gorgeous, heavenly..." Laughter left your lips when he kissed your neck and you closed your eyes when his lips travelled up to your jaw, turning your head as he grew closer to your lips.

"You were always better with words than I was." He murmured against your lips.

You hummed, "Yet I can't describe how I feel about you accurately enough."

Danny deepened the kiss and you cupped his cheek, eliciting a moan that was muffled by his lips.

You jumped apart when the door burst open and thundering footsteps came from the hallway.

"Where are you? Come face me like the man you think you are, Daniel!"

You gasped when you heard your father's raised voice and looked at Danny worriedly, a shriek leaving your lips when the living room door opened. Danny stood up and when you tried to push him out of the room, pleading with him to run, moved you behind him and keeping you there as your father aimed the shotgun at him.

"Little Daniel Parks grew up to be a constable, eh?" Your father laughed. "Didn't they teach you honor at the academy?"

"We weren't doing anything!" You cried, tears falling down your cheeks as your father stepped further into the room, moved further away by Danny who shielded you from the shotgun.

"You are hardly qualified to judge people on their honor." Danny replied.

Lucien was getting out of the car when he heard the raised voices and entered the house with Matthew who followed, eyes widening when he saw the shotgun aimed at his constable. Jean rushed after the two and gasped when she saw the scene in front of her.

"What's going on here?" Lucien spoke up.

"Your nephew has been dishonoring my daughter." Your father directed towards Jean with a slight slur in his voice.

"It wasn't like that." Danny shook his head adamantly, his eyes not leaving the finger hovering over the trigger. "I want to marry her."

"That won't save your skin, boy."

You gripped Danny's shirt tightly, biting your tongue to hold back your sobs as your tears fell down your cheeks. "Please, don't hurt him."

"No one needs to get hurt." Lucien held his hands up, "It doesn't have to be like this."

"After what he's done?" Your father roared.

You trembled, and Danny swallowed the lump in his throat when he felt your hands shaking, refusing to let go of his shirt.

"Put the gun down, F/N. Now!" Matthew barked.

"Danny..." Jean fretted, looking at her nephew worriedly.

"I'm alright, Auntie Jean." He reassured her. "Look, do what you want to me, but let Y/N go."

"No!" You protested, a scream leaving your lips when your father shot a vase nearby and it cut your arms and you stepped back, crying out in pain.

Danny took advantage of your father's slowed movements and the three men darted towards your father, forcing him to the ground. Jean rushed to your side and you looked at Danny teary-eyed as the three men ripped the loosened tie from your father's neck, using it to bind his hands. Your father ranted as Matthew took him to the car and ordered Danny to accompany him to the station.

He turned to look at you after hauling your father to his unsteady feet, and Lucien assured him he would look after you. Danny left, hoping you would be there when he returned.

It took hours to book your father and set him up in a cell. The constable on duty forced him to drink water and coffee to sober him up. As soon as Matthew had taken his statement and he was cleared to go, Danny headed home and found Lucien and Jean in the kitchen, sitting at the table.

"She's upstairs. I gave her something to calm her down." Lucien spoke up.

"Oh, Danny." Jean rushed to embrace her nephew. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Auntie Jean." He looked at Lucien as he stepped away, "Where is she?"

"Your bed," Jean answered. "So you'll have to sleep down here." She raised an eyebrow at him and Danny sighed.

"Nothing happened. We were just kissing."

"Something warranted his anger -"

Danny shook his head, "I'm going to check on her."

When he walked away, Jean sighed and joined Lucien at the table. "I get the feeling it didn't take much to warrant that man's rage."

Jean looked at him, "You don't mean -"

"I found bruises, some days old, some hours fresh." Lucien finished his tea with a sigh, standing up. "Goodnight, Jean."

Danny entered his bedroom quietly, finding you asleep on his bed, the sheets tucked under your arms and from your steady breaths, he knew you were in a deep sleep. He sat on the bed beside you, sighing when he saw the bruises on your arms that you had kept hidden with your cardigan.

He wished he could say it was over. Your father would be charged, and taken to prison, but you would suffer the effects of his abuse for many years. And Danny hoped you would let him be by your side and resist the urge to push him away, as he knew you would. It was your first response when someone got too close. Now your secret was out, he knew you would consider pushing him away to avoid Jean's pitying gaze or Lucien's understanding one.

Danny made a pillow out of a thick jacket and took the blanket from the bottom of the bed, lying on top of it on the floor. He knew Jean would berate him in the morning but there was no way in hell he was leaving your side.

He had already left once to attend the academy and when he returned he vowed to never do it again.

When you woke up he was still asleep and looked around the room for a few minutes as you grew more aware of your surroundings. You reached over to the constable sleeping on the floor, granted a few day's leave after the incident. Danny stirred when you lightly shook his shoulder and moved onto his knees when he saw you were awake.

"Hey, how're you feelin'?"

You shook your head. He was always worrying about you. And you don't know what you did to deserve his compassion or his love, but you needed it more than ever.

Danny moved to sit on the bed when you covered your mouth with your hand, tears falling down your cheeks and hushed you gently as he brought you into his arms, rubbing circles on your back.

Unlike the night before your tears were not fearful, but an overwhelming feeling of relief boiling over. He was safe, he was unharmed and your father was finally behind bars. You were on your own, finally free of his cruelty. And you knew what this meant for your relationship with Danny.

You lifted your head from his shoulder, wiping your cheeks as you met his gaze. "Did you mean it? Last night when you said you want to marry me?"

"Of course I did. I thought we'd have to elope but turns out someone is watching over us." A smile formed on his lips when you laughed, and he cradled your cheek, resting his forehead on yours. "One day, Y/N L/N, you will realize that I'm invested in the long run. I'd do anything you wanted, all you have to do is ask."

You pulled back to meet his gaze, "Kiss me?"

Danny's smile grew as he tucked your hair behind your ear and brushed his nose against yours as he leaned in, lips grazing yours with the lightest touch that sent shivers throughout your body, heat blazing when he finally kissed you with a passion that had you aching for more.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling away to sit closer to him, "I love you so much, Danny Parks."

"And I love you, Y/N L/N."

A giggle left your lips, silenced by his passionate kiss, brow furrowing as he deepened the kiss, suppressing the pleased moan that crept up your throat.

You had waited many years for a moment like this. When you didn't have to live in fear anymore, to feel a love that was so uplifting, so consuming, and the safety net of his arms that you knew you could never feel with anyone else. Danny Parks always made you feel safe, and he would live the rest of his life declaring his love for you, ensuring you felt the depth of it. As long as he loved you, you could survive anything.

[bluerosefox]

Saying Sorry Will Never Be Enough

Feeling a bit angsty so I had this idea.

Danny is dating one of the Bats/Birds, and everything is going great, amazing even! They know each other secrets (from powers to everything etc), they have a wonderful place to live (even if its in Gotham), Danny is in college on the way to becoming a space engineer (and he does side jobs for unrestful ghosts), he's actually getting sleep again since leaving Amity Park, gets along with their friends and family (those who Danny or his partner still talk to, up to the writer), there is even talk about marriage and perhaps adoption/kids in the future between Danny and the Bat/Bird he's dating!

Everything is setting up for a good life in his future, something Danny didn't think could have after his accident. He was happy finally, and currently packing up his old apartment because he's moving in with his partner in a few days.

So he felt like his core was being pulled out of him when he opens his apartment door one day receiving a knock to find his parents, who had hadn't seen since they kicked him out of the house after coming clean about being Phantom (their words of anger and denial that their son was 'dead' and now a monster, still hurt)

Sure they didn't attack him or proclaim he's dead but still their last words and anger HURT.

Danny didn't give them a chance to open their mouths, both looking nervous and guilty, before he slams the door close and turns invisible, grabs his phone, and fly's out of his apartment to his partner's place in a panic attack.

His partner, isn't happy.

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danny was sure he would never become obsessed and in love with a victim, well obsessed yes but only for a few weeks before finally going for the kill once he felt like it was right, and keeping a news clipping that jed wrote and his own photos that danny took in a box in his apartment.

that was until you, working at a hardware store he often shopped at, well stole from most of the time and bought things that wouldn’t make him look suspicious for just walking around and not buying anything.

danny had been there plenty of times without seeing you and knew you had to have been new when he passed an aisle and saw you putting back screwdrivers and nail bits that some kids had most likely taken and put somewhere else. Danny knew, the hair on the back of his neck stood up and he got goosebumps all over his arms, the feeling he got when he found the perfect victim sparked in him when he caught sight of you.  

observing you as you did your job, not paying any attention to what was around you just trying to do your job right since you were in that beginning stage of the job. Danny took in how cute you looked while focusing on the task at hand, in the red apron that was basically the only uniform required, and jeans that hugged you in the right places along with a simple grey shirt.

you looked so sweet, innocent, submissive and just him thinking this had him wondering when the last time he got laid was, danny normally didn't feel any sexual attraction to any upcoming or already victims but this time was different, the spark felt different.

something new, something different, and of course he’d have other people to mark off his mental list while he entertained this new spark. 

You sighed, putting the nail bits onto the metal rack. Roseville was a new start for you, a way to better yourself and get away from things that were tearing you down even though this place wasn't much different from where you came from, your sister begged you not to move to Roseville Florida, that there was “so much” for you in Pennsylvania which was straight bullshit because if anything that was the place that had so much shit happen to you and it wasn't anything good. You wanted to be somewhere sunny even though you weren't a big fan of heat but you would manage. you could see yourself on the beach wearing big sunglasses with a huge sun hat while wearing your favorite swimsuit, sitting on a towel with an umbrella dug into the sand to hold it while you read a book or magazine. 

That's what you thought it would be, you, unfortunately, were semi-wrong. Yes, you could go to the beach, one that was small and dirty with broken glass and needles sticking up from-  you weren't even sure if it was sand, it looked more like dirt. Of course, you moved to where the beach was ass, it was just outside of Roseville and you thought it would be great but were so disappointed when you saw it then you drove back to another shitty town, just one you didn't know so well. 

You got a small house that you could afford, it came with a backyard that led into a creepy wooded area and a loud-ass neighbor that played music around 4 am every morning which never failed to wake you up, and sometimes you could fall back to sleep but most of the time not. Once you got your phone set up your sister called nonstop, every day asking you “what's it like in Florida?” “do you like it there?” “you can always come back here” which you normally just replied with “mhm yeah it's cool” and, “ill think about it” and of course you never did. 

Luckily while you were looking at new doorknobs you saw the now hiring sign, you were broke with no job so why not apply? When you walked up to the front the manager looked tired, completely worn out, he saw you walking up and his eyes almost bulged out of his head. Once you asked for an application he basically shoved it in your hands and said there was an office in the back where you could fill it out right away. You just smiled and nodded, then he showed you to the office. 

Sitting down and filling it out was easy, you finished it in a matter of minutes, when you left the office the manager had a red apron in hand and basically snatched the papers out of your hand and looked over them quickly then you were handed the red apron and were told you were hired and you started Monday.

You liked the new job, it wasn't as bad as you thought it would be though you were put on the night shift after your training which was weird because it was the only shift that didn't have three or more people scheduled. It was just you and Aaron, he was sweet and showed you where everything was but there was one thing that he said that stuck with you. 

“I'm really surprised you accepted the night shift so easily” Aaron laughed, sliding a box cutter through the tape on a cardboard box, you both were standing around a register restocking the candy that sat on little shelves beside it. 

You smiled, “what do you mean?” you asked, bending at the waist and resting on your elbows. 

“You know, all the shit that's been happening recently” he answered with a sigh, you furrowed your brows. 

“Wait what's going on? What happened?” you asked. 

Aaron looked at you, trying to tell if you were just playing stupid but then looked around to see if anyone was around. 

“The Ghostface murders, they’ve been happening for months, don't tell me you moved here and didn't know” he whispered. So that’s why you were thrown on the night shift and were given pity looks when seeing other coworkers leaving their shift. Of course, you moved to a place where active murders were happening, not only that but it was a smallish town. 

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You got the feeling of being watched. you took a deep breath and looked around, nothing, there was no one around. You shook your head before going back to work, it must have been from how tired you were, you had gotten maybe a few hours of sleep when you came home before your neighbor's music was blaring and your dog started barking then you tried to go back to sleep once they finally turned it off but by that time your sister had called then before you knew it was two hours before you got off the phone, then the time you had to take a nap before your shift was ruining by you needing to run to the grocery store. 

Just a few more hours left, it was already 2 am and you got off a 5 am then you could go home and to your warm comfy bed. Getting up from your crouching position and walking to the register, trying to shake the sleepiness. The way your days and nights have been turned around just starting about a week ago, you think you adjusted to it well, but now there was a new sudden nervous feeling ever since Aaron told you about Ghostface. 

It was quiet, you haven't seen anyone for hours which was not uncommon since people were afraid to come out at night and would rather wait in their “safe” homes but maybe being out and about would be people's best bet, since what you’ve read about the Ghostface was that he tended to favor in-home kills and it seemed like no matter how “safe” the home was he always got in, you read about a guy that had three dogs in his house and Ghostface still got in. it was just like any other Ghostface kill, the picture at the scene with him and the victim, but the article said that the three dogs were laying in their crates with a bone and a picture of him with each dog, only something someone with a sense of humor would do, it would slap everyone that thought they were safe with guard dogs. 

when you read the article you looked at your little pug, him laying in his bed on his back with his paws up in the air and loud snores coming from him. you know winnie was no guard dog, maybe a cute distraction but definitely not a guard dog. 

You looked around, not seeing anyone of course, then snaked your hand to the candy bars. You grabbed ahold of one and quickly brought it to you, unwrapping it and then eating the creamy chocolate. The night was going by so slowly, dealing with rude customers at the beginning of your shift made you yearn to go home but thankfully tomorrow was your day off. 

Danny was contemplating checking out or just waiting till you left, he quickly grabbed something, not even looking at what it was, he decided on checking out so he could talk to you plus he needed to move his car. 

You threw the wrapper away and listened to the music that was playing, some weird country song that you've never heard of. You stared at the door before turning your head when you hear footsteps. 

Danny walked up, putting on his greeting face and handing you the pack of small lightbulbs. You smiled and scanned it, “did you find everything you were looking for?” you asked, glancing up at him and then back to the register. Danny reached in his pocket for his wallet. 

“Yeah, yeah, took a while though, big store.” danny lied, he looked around and gestured to the aisles. You nodded with a smile, the store was huge, you still got lost in the back and around the gardening section. 

“I know right? the total is 4.79, i still get lost and I've been working for a week but i do give myself the benefit of the doubt since i just moved here” you laughed, danny studied your facial expressions, something he would write down in his little notebook in his glove box, his brain screamed about how lucky you were, getting a whole page in a notebook when normally it was a few sticky notes but a part of him scream back; yelling that this wasnt going to be like normal, not yet at least. 

Danny watched you swipe your fingertips on the balm they had beside the register before grabbing the plastic back and opening it with ease, thanks to the balm, and putting the bulbs into the grey bag. Danny handed you the money, easily able to graze your fingers without you noticing it a weird way then smiling as you handed him the bag after putting the money into the register. 

You bid him a pleasant night before getting a paper towel and wiping the balm off your hands. 

Danny made it to his car quickly, the nerves in his stomach mellowed as he already knew a perfect place to hide out, a place he already had picked out for months now. Danny tugged off the fake glasses into his passenger seat and the brown leather jacket was now tossed into the back seat then put on a black hoodie. The Ghostface attire sat neatly in a black bag underneath his passenger seat, reaching back to feel the fabric was comforting, so comforting. 

Soon after writing things down with a blue chewed-up ball point pen, his mind went to the light bulbs, a waste of fucking money since they didn't fit anything he had, the price he had to pay for acting on a whim. 

You walked out hours later, your coworker showing up a bit late but you still had a smile on your face. Danny had already scribbled down your license plate and car model, you carried a jacket and a donut that your coworker brought you. Danny turned the page. 

car handle gets stuck easily. push up and pull hard. 

Chocolate donut. Do you even like chocolate or are you just eating it to be nice? 

Looking up from his notebook and he watched you toss the rest of the donut out your window and start your car. Danny circled “just eating it to be nice” with a silent laugh. Danny tossed his notepad to the side when he noticed your car started to move. 

Following you home, a feeling that felt far too familiar for him. 

he watched your day to day life. 

wakes up around 10 am on days off 

wakes up around 5 am on work days if the neighbors dont wake her around 4 

goes in at 6 am when working mornings 

goes in at 12 am when working nights 

stays in on fridays and goes shopping on sundays

this felt normal to him, observing was something he was good at and something he knew how to do with ease, not missing a single thing. something was weird though, he would constantly get the feeling of being watched and hearing voices, whispers about that it was almost time, time for what? it made him beyond confused and at first he thought it was you somehow sneaking into his subconscious, manifesting that “jed” would be your prince in shining armor in this shit town but as it went on he knew it was something else, it talked in words, only using one or two words at a time. 

fog 

almost time

feasting 

fear

violence 

eternity 

you pick

danny started to think he was going crazy, he tried to piece it together but nothing made sense. 

-

“come here a lot don’t you?” you quipped, sneaking up on jed. 

danny turned his head, he smiled at you. he wouldn’t come as often if it wasn’t for you, he didn’t really want to spend his free time in a hardware store but he needed to watch you more. 

he laughed softly, “yeah, gotta have little projects to do when you're in a shitty small town” he lied straight through his teeth, he didn’t have time for projects not when he had his hobby. 

”i'm starting to realize that” you sighed. jed nodded, he was about to say something but you cut off his thoughts. 

“the only the thing around here is true crime and coffee shops” you groaned and tilted your head. 

“alright now, dont hate on the coffee shops, I need them to survive for my job, i like being able to switch it up sometimes” danny lied, he hated it. he had given jed a coffee order different than his own, making jed his own person meant something to him. jed made it known he only liked sweet coffee, any coffee he got he would dump out and wait till he could get his hands on just some black coffee. 

“i haven't even been in one of them, they seem expensive” you said bashfully. jed nodded and agree, he had learned that when he first moved here and kept the cup with the order tag on and rinsed it out and kept it to bring to work then would hide it in his desk and get his mug he actually drank out of and put coffee in it. the only time he actually bought it now was when he was with another coworker and had to try to get the coffee down his throat while looking like he liked it. 

“expensive but worth it, I'd recommend it if you really like coffee but if you don't there is a nice little place down the road that has amazing tea that's very affordable,” he said with a smile

your eyes lit up, you liked tea, he knew that but why the fuck was he giving you genuine advice? he didn’t care if you knew where to get good tea, honestly it would just be a change in your routine for him. 

“thank you i'll have to check that out after work, god, i- should get back to work” you mumble, you checked your watch then looked over at the cash register. 

people were lined up waiting.

”sorry for getting you distracted” jed apologized, danny wanted to smirk. 

“don't apologize, guess its my fault for wanting to make friends- not many people are friendly around here” you said mindlessly. 

jed laughed and nodded, agreeing once more. 

“they like to keep to themselves, especially since the ghostface murders” he said trying to see your reaction, you furrowed your brows and nodded, maybe you wished ghostface never existed. 

jed nudged you, “better get up there, they look like they'll attack the next person that walks by if they wait any longer” he jokes which made you laugh but also caused a pit in your stomach knowing you'd be chewed out for taking so long. 

-

days passed and you hadn’t seen jed around at all, even going into one of the coffee shops after work. you felt a little stupid, you thought you two could’ve been friends. 

you were about to get off your shift, it was incredibly slow. 

aaron came an relieved you and basically shoved you out the door, saying you work too much. you had taken off the next day since you needed to get ready for your sister coming over. 

danny watched you basically be pushed out the door, he had been observing…on his days off. he put his car into gear and got ready to follow you. 

he never felt like this, he knew something was wrong when late at night while tangled in his sheets and when his hand slowly sneaks into his boxers all he thought about was you. something was wrong. 

-

“God, Winnie shut up” you muttered, Winnie's barking never eased, he stood at the backdoor, barking harshly. You groaned loudly as you tossed the magazine you were looking at onto the space beside you. You got up as annoyance took over you, grabbing your robe and putting it on quickly. 

“M’coming m’coming, damn” you groaned as the barking continued. Slipping on your shoes and stomping to the back door. 

Winnie ran as soon as you opened the back door, you walked out onto the porch as Winnie ran to the line of trees and just stood there. It was a lot foggier than you remember, it hadn't been too long since you let Winnie out to pee, how did it get so foggy so fast? Winnie’s barking had stopped and now you could hear a soft whine as he just sat there looking out into the forest. 

“Winnie baby cmon, come back inside” you called out, he didn’t listen, not one bit. You called his name a few more times before seeing fog roll in from the forest, what the fuck?

You walked off the porch and Winnie finally turned and ran towards the house, whimpering and whining, you looked back as Winnie stood on the porch. Turning your attention towards the fog as it crept closer and closer. 

It felt impossible to move as the fog started to engulf you, your breathing quickened as you started to panic. It felt like quicksand, your chest was tight as it made its way up. Your vision started to fade and your hearing muffled. 

ghostface watched as the whole thing unfolded, the voice telling him to follow and that he had chosen. he came out from where he was hiding, danny turned to look at winnie whining by the door. 

a sigh came from him as he walked to the door, and opened it. 

he filled a few bowls with water and refilled his food bowl. danny knew your sister was coming to visit in three days so winnie should be fine. 

danny wrote a letter and stuck it on the counter, a simple ‘please look after winnie ill be gone for a few days- love, y/n’

danny walked out the backdoor. the fog was heavy, inviting to say the least, it made danny feel good. he stretched his neck before walking towards it, it called out to him beckoning him to come.

-

Your back ached as you became aware of the hardness of the ground, a breeze hit you, a breeze you hadn't felt in a long time since moving to Roseville, even during the winter months. Your eyes fluttered open then your stomach dropped. 

Where the fuck were you? You could hear faint voices, you sat up on your elbows and looked around, there were people sitting around a campfire then woods all around you. 

the throbbing in your head was more noticeable now, looking away from the people and down to your clothes. you were still in your pajamas, red and black plaid pajama bottoms, and a black spaghetti strap along with your thin black robe and moccasins. 

You swallowed thickly, noticing the bag that was beside you. You stood up slowly, taking your time to get up as your bones cracked from being in the position on the ground for so long. You looked back at the people gathered around the campfire, there were tents not too far from them. 

Picking up the bag and starting to walk toward them, your mind scrambled and your eyes felt like they would never stop tearing up. 

It wasn't long before someone spotted you, a reddish brunette came running to you, meeting you halfway to the fire.

“Where am i?” you muttered, looking at her as she took the bag off your shoulder, her look softened and gave a comforting rub on your shoulder. 

“We’ll explain the best we can,” she said, her tone sad and body tensing in a way that made her look nervous. She sighed as she fixed your bag on her shoulder, then moved her head towards the fire and her hand moved to your upper back. 

“I’m meg, what's your name?” she asked, walking you to the fire. 

“y/n” you mumbled, looking around, studying the place. You could now see a gate, your hopes rising. 

“I wouldn't get your hopes up, we can only come through it after a trial–if we're lucky enough to get to the gate, we can't leave through it.” meg sighed sadly, seeing the hope drain from you as you two continued to walk. 

Soon you were greeted by others.

-

Your hearing went muffled again, just like when you were taken by the fog, your heart started to speed up, and your vision when black. When your vision came back you were with three others, Dwight, Meg, and Leon. you looked up and there was a countdown, you all had a minute till what you understood as a trial. You watched as Leon dug into his pocket and pulled out something, you walked closer to him trying to see what it was. 

“What’s that?” you asked, he looked at you and then back at it, meg tossed hers into the fire which made it flicker and go higher. 

“An offering, we get these whenever the entity decides, whether we’ve pleased her or not but sometimes she feels generous and gives rare ones or gives us new things like medkits or toolboxes, or maybe even flashlights or keys, it's all up to her,” Leon said, you tried to understand but it's not like it makes any sense so it kind of went through one ear and out the other. 

Dwight threw in his offering, it looked like an envelope with a yellow-gold coloring, Leon let you look at his before he tossed it, it looked like flowers. You felt bad for not having an offering to put in but Meg told you not to worry about it. Leon carried a toolbox in one hand and Meg and Dwight had medkits which left you out once again. 

“If it’s the doctor I'm literally hiding in a locker the whole time, hate being more paranoid than I already am” Meg groaned, Leon laughed.

“It’s most definitely huntress, she's been the entity’s favorite recently. You know what, if I'm right you have to give me your medkit next time we're in a trial together” Leon said, sticking his hand out so they could shake on it. Meg smirked and shook his hand hard. 

A loud noise made you cover your ears and you realized it was time, your vision started to fade. 

You could hear crows and the sound of a machine, trees came into sight. You followed the sound of what you were pretty sure was a generator from what the others told you, you had no idea what you were doing, they told you it would make a loud noise if you messed up. 

“Oh there you are, I was hoping we were close to each other” Meg whispered, coming to you and crouching by the generator, she waved her hand, telling you to come closer. 

“I’ll show you, come here,” she said, you got on the ground and watched her open things and put things together, putting wires in the right spot and so on. You tried to remember and noticed how the things on top would get faster and eventually all be moving up and down constantly. 

After Meg showed you and finished the generator you two parted ways, you timidly walked around trying to hide within the trees. Your brows furrowed, and you could hear a lullaby and it kept getting louder, you crouched behind a tree and tried to peer around it. 

Dwight's scream made you jump, you could see a tall women pick him up and toss him over her shoulder. You dashed to these brick structures that were somewhat close to you. The huntress had seen you and thrown one of her hatchets your way, it grazed your leg, cutting your thigh then landed on the ground. 

A hand clamped over your mouth right when you were about to scream in pain, tears pricked your eyes as Leon repeated in your ear for you not to scream. He dragged you back, to a different brick wall and helped you sit on the ground then got in front of you. His hand still covered your mouth, “she's gonna go hook him then she’ll probably come back over there to look for you, you need to keep quiet so she won't hear us, okay?” lean asked, you nodded trying the best you could as he slowly took his hand from your mouth and put them on your thigh. 

 Your back leaned against the bricks, the coldness seeping through your robe and shirt, Leon looked at your leg then looked at you.

“Here i’ll show you something, i call it bite the bullet, i take some cloth from my clothes-” he said, ripping your pants, gathering a good amount and folding it,  “- then i put it in my mouth-” he continued, bringing the shredded pieces of your pjs to your mouth. “- like that, just like that, then bite down on it to help you stay quiet while you get healed up, it helps if you pretend it doesn’t hurt, fake it till you make it you know?” Leon finished. he looked at you taking in the information, this felt intimate. his hands were back on your thigh, adding pressure to the wound and you could feel his thumb gently rubbing your skin. 

You nodded again, biting down on it for your life. Leon moved one hand to open the medkit that was next to him. 

“Dwight and I switched,” he said, you guessed he noticed how you were looking at him, you hummed. He took out some things that you really couldn't care about at the moment. You grunted when he poured the alcohol over your wound.

“Shh, shh. You’re doing so good, just stay quiet” he said, cleaning your wound as tears fell down your cheek. Everytime his hands would touch your thigh it felt like fire, you tried not to move your leg. 

“Almost done” Leon whispered, looking up at you and nodded a bit with worry on his face, he wrapped your thigh in a bandage. You felt better, your leg still hurt but not as bad as before. Leon tugged the cloth out of your mouth and tucked it into your pocket. 

“I know it feels weird, healing is not like how it is normally, sick sense of humor she has.” he said. She. she as in the sick fuck that took you here. 

“Just use that when you get hurt, it helps keep everyone alive. You did great.” he said, getting up and then helping you up. You thanked him. He smiled a bit at you. 

“What about dwight? You said he was hooked?” you asked, following him to a half-done generator that was close by. He got on his knees and started fixing it and you followed his actions. 

“He’s off-hook now and mag healed him up already” Leon responded. He looked focused and like he didn't want to be bothered while he did this. 

“How do you know?” you asked, trying to get one last question out before you shut up. 

“When you’re here, you can just sense things, you’ll understand once you get used to it” he whispered, he pulled bits from the generator and sat them down next to him. You furrowed your brows but decided to keep quiet. 

The generator roared once you two finished it, Leon gathered the bits and pieces that he took from the gen and stood up. “I’ll teach you how to make a flashbang one day but for now there's a gen over there-” he pointed to a flashing light “- I’ll get her over here while you do it” he finished. 

“Okay,” you said, a loud noise made Leon's eyes light up. He smiled. 

“Perfect, we only need one more gen before the gates turn on, you got some severe beginner's luck” he laughed softly then nodded his head towards the gen he told you to do. 

you stuck your hands into the gen, you were almost shaking, touching and connecting wires carefully but quickly. you heard meg scream, she was down then thrown over huntress’ shoulder. you almost wanted to cry, why did you get dragged to hell? was it something you did? you asked yourself over and over. 

now you pulled levers and cranked things, a feeling of knowing that meg was now safe but not healed washed over you, it was subtle and you guessed this was what leon was talking about. 

the gen roared to life, the light on top staying on and not blinking like it had been. Another feeling washed over you, meg was healed now. 

you saw dwight out the corner of your eye, he was pulling a lever and it came to you that, that was the gate leon was talking about. 

you snuck towards him, hearing the huntress' grunts and noises from the right of you. 

you looked over and saw leon throw something down as meg ran quickly to the gate that just had opened. a flash happened, a big bright flash that stunned her. So that was a flashbang? leon ran behind meg and spotted you, he motioned for you to come on and looked behind him. 

you ran to him, dwight had already gone through the gate and meg waited by the border of freedom and death. 

the huntress drew her hatches up, ready to throw it once she deemed fit. 

leon took your hand, making you run faster. you heard the hatchet being thrown. 

it landed right into your calf, you screamed but you still ran or was being dragged by leon which made you keep running but you couldn’t remember, it happened so fast, you looked behind you after you both crossed the path where the huntress could not hurt you anymore. 

she stood there, watching through her mask, the grip on her hatchet was terrifying. your leg still bleed but you couldn't care at this moment, leon's hand in yours, chest burning. 

you two caught up with meg and dwight, catching your breath as you sat down in the grass, waiting to be sent back to the camp.  

days or months, maybe even years passed after that first trial and now you had the hang of it for the most part, you still felt new and like you were dragging down the team but you had found some of your own things to help you. leon had showed you how to make a flashbang and elodie taught you how to open lockers and trick the killer into thinking you were inside of it. 

jake had taken a liking to you, showing you knew things and how to not make the crows fly away when walking by them, he was sweet and welcoming. It was nice to talk to someone while kate would play her guitar, it felt like a camping trip if you really wanted to pretend you weren’t stuck here for who knows how long. 

trials came and went, you were required to do 3 a day, if days were something you could even keep track of. you had gotten new clothes, medkits, toolboxes, flashlights and offerings as well as things to help with what you could bring into a trail. you had been to many of the realms and midwich was the one you hated the most. 

jake was with you in this trail, he stuck by you for most of the time. 

you grunted as you connected wires and pulled levers, haddinfeild was somewhere you left a little comfortable, the houses made you feel like this could all be a dream and you were actually just having a nightmare and would hopefully wake up in your bed. 

“do you know who it is yet?” jake asked as he helped fix the gen. 

“i haven’t heard any chainsaws or seen any tvs yet so i dont think is any of them, maybe michael or wraith?” 

“smart girl, you’re picking up quickly”

you smiled, you got a weird feeling of being watched. you scratched the back of your neck and looked around. 

“well i guess ill see you at the gate if we make it?” you said, about to turn and go into a new direction. 

jake threw his arm around your shoulder. “how about you stick with me this trial, i wanna keep a close eye on you, i noticed you haven’t been escaping recently” he said, directing you to a generator. 

jake was cute and nice, you liked to be around him. 

“you know what a hatch is right?” he asked as he started on the gen. 

“yeah, zarina explained it a few trials ago… we had spirit and i was the first to go, didn’t even have a chance to see it” you sighed. 

“dont worry, you’ll get it one day. it feels good…getting the hatch, you feel like you’re resting and everything feels like it was just a dream until you get to the campfire again, but listen-“ jake says, stopping what he was doing and looking at you. 

you nodded to show you were listening. 

“-sometimes and i mean sometimes, a killer might let you get it, i begged and begged the trapper to let me go and he just looked confused and watched me get the hatch” he whispered, like it was a secret. 

jake pulled you closer, “lets keep this quiet, im only telling you because im fond of you” he whispered again. you nodded as you looked at him.

you looked behind you, you saw something white move behind a rock. you furrowed your brows. the feeling of being watched came back. 

jake was looking to but seemed to not be bothered. 

“you don’t feel strange right now?” you asked. 

“no, not more than the usual” he responded as he put wires together. 

“no, no something is wrong” you said shaking your head. 

“cmon you’re being a scaredy cat” jake joked and put his hand on your arm to soothe you. 

you looked over again and screamed. you fell back on your ass as jake grabbed you and tried to stand. 

ghostface was running at you two. you felt weak, like how you felt when the shape was stalking you but this was worse, maybe it was because you knew him and now you wondered if this is what lorie felt. jake let go of you and started to run.  

you got up finally and tried to run but ghostface caught you, his knife going into your shoulder, making you go down. 

ghostface huffed, cleaning your blood off his knife. 

“i knew you looked familiar, fate must have brought us together huh?” he said with a cocky laugh. he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. 

he had been through a few trials and hadn’t seen you, he started to lose hope and think the whole “you pick” thing was bullshit and the woman upstairs cheaped him out and depicted him but now he was grateful. 

you hadn’t gotten new clothes yet unlike him he now had a few new pieces but he liked your pj, the way your robe was splayed out before he had picked you up. 

he wanted to chat but had made a deal with her, he was sacrificing everyone. 

the hook pierced your shoulder as you screamed, your mind ran with thoughts. 

jake slid you off the hook as quickly as he could then lead you to a safe location. 

“he’s new i think, probably came around the same time as you- ace was telling me about him, he likes to take pictures” jake said. you nodded, you knew that, you had read it in the paper plenty of times. 

“i-i- i know him” you whispered as jake healed you and told you how good you were doing. 

“you do?” he asked. 

you nodded, sharp pain coming from your back. “florida, he was in the paper non-stop,” you grunted. 

you stayed with jake until you got to a new gen, jane was just unhooked by jill and started on a gen. 

the trial was brutal, you died on hook last, just watching him stare at you.

-

the group asked for details once they learned ghostface was your killer, you had nothing to tell them other than what you had read in the papers. 

you and jake started to get a lot more close, he never let you stray too far and would always make sure he would get you off the hook. 

detective tapp, you, jake and ada all stood together, jake had brought the escape cake and all of you got a slice, you had taken two bites before being taken by the fog. 

when you came to you weren’t by anyone, you started to walk, trying to be quiet in the snow. 

it was so bright and cold, you hurried to a gen god you were so ready to get out of here. 

you could see your breath and your hands hurt from the cold, tapp came behind you. 

“you good here?” he whispered, you nodded. 

“yeah i'm almost finished, i was about to go into the building and start the gen afterward if you wanna get ahead start” you suggested, tapp smiled, he loved when people could hold their own and work together. 

”good idea, i'll see you there” he said his goodbyes before leaving. 

you finished the gen about 1 minute after tap left, you stood up and bumped into something. you were about to turn around before a gloved hand clamped over your mouth. 

your hands went to his as you screamed into his glove. 

he shushed you, his warm breath by your ear. 

“calm down, calm down. i just want to talk” he whispered. 

you tried to slow your breathing. 

“good girl, i just wanted to check on you. see how you liked it here, you know, it beats roseville by a mile, never see this type of weather in florida…well maybe in pennsylvania you do” he chuckled. you tried to pull his hand from your mouth. 

you mumbled against his hand and he hummed, moving his hand down slightly. 

“what’d you say princess?” ghostface asks, his grip tight on your chin. 

“fuck you” you spat. 

“how cliche” he laughed, “you know what i like about you? no matter how long you’ve been here, you still seem like your old self” he added. 

“like you would know anything about that” you gritted your teeth, and tried to move. 

ghostface laughs, “trust me, doll, i know a lot more than you think.” 

he notices it, the way you sit on a log at the campfire like you would on your couch, the way you ate the icing first then the actual cake, the way you fixed your hair; he could go on and on. 

ghostface dropped his grip on you, letting you run away. 

your mind went crazy, ghostface was stalking you before this, way before this, you thought it wouldn’t happen to you. 

the gen in the building was already finished, tapp hid in a locker nearby before he knew it was you. 

“y/n where the hell were you?” he huffed, stepping out of the locker. 

“i ran ghostface, thought it would be more helpful than to just lead him here” you lied through your teeth. 

tapp patted your arm, “good job” he praised and took a look around. 

the rest of the trial was like usual, no more talking ghostface, just slash and hook. 

once you all were back at the campfire you sat down, jake sat down next to you. 

“im sorry i couldn’t find you” he said with a small pout.

”no worries, it wasn’t that bad, i had tapp with me” you reassured him. 

-

you hadn’t seen ghostface in awhile, trials came and went, you had gotten lucky a few times and got hatch then got moried for the first time by the artist. 

you had a recent trial with pyramid head which was entertaining, you and yun-jin joked about how big the sword was, which maybe wasnt a good idea since soon after you both died pretty quickly. 

you had gotten a new outfit, it was laid on your sleeping bag in your tent, neatly folded. a grey shirt and simple leggings, it was an outfit you wore to work just missing your apron. you changed, it was nice to have a new outfit and when you left your tent you seen that kate and feng had new outfits too.

soon your vision went out again. leon, nancy and steve were beside you, steve and nancy talking about how much she missed her little brother. you missed your sister but holy fuck you missed your dog so much. you hoped your sister had taken him. 

once you came to your heart almost stopped. you thought this was all a dream until you saw lights to a gen in the distance. tears swelled into your eyes as you looked around. 

it was the hardware store you worked at, you looked by the register and saw the newspaper, you picked it up and saw a sketch of ghostface on the left of the page then a huge article. 

“look familiar doll?” a voice speaks out, you whip around to be faced with ghostface sitting on the table that held all the new flyers to be put out for new sales. 

you ignored him and went back to the newspaper.

ghostface huffed, “and i thought we weren’t loved enough to get our own place” he laughed. 

you scoffed. 

danny wanted a reaction, he wanted you to talk back or just talk at all even. 

“we met here” 

you tensed, taking a deep breath. 

“we met at my work?” you asked softly and turned to face him. ghostface nodded. 

“plenty of times doll, even met some of your friends…jed i think his name was” he added, smirking under his mask. your ears perked up. 

“you knew jed?” you asked and put the paper back. 

“of course, he was a bitch- a real pushover” danny snickered. He watched your reaction. 

you huffed and tried to walk away, digging your nails into your hand. 

“hey i wasn’t done talking to you doll face” he called after you, getting down from the table. he liked watching you get all mad, just the tiniest of reactions made him feel good. 

“are you just gonna follow me the whole time or are you gonna do what you always do?” you asked, you looked around to see if anyone was around as you came up on the gen. 

“i have time to spare, all we have is time” danny quipped. you wanted to hit him, just sock him in his face under the mask. 

you got down and started working on the gen, you were tense and didn’t wanna blow it up. your mind wandered off, thinking about home and how if you had stayed in PA this wouldn’t have happened. 

“worried about winnie?” he asked. his voice was slick, he knew this would get something out of you, “your sister?” he added. 

you didn’t know if the entity would let you or a big knife would just go through your hand instantly. 

you swung up, punching him right in his mouth, his teeth cutting the inside of his lip and blood seeped out, your hand hurt, knuckles throbbing. you huffed and held your hands. 

danny groaned as he recovered, his tongue swiping over the gash, tasting his blood. He thought he was completely in power here, that you could only be hurt. 

“i liked that. hit me again” 

ghostface’s voice cracked. he took deep breaths and looked at you. he pressed his lips together to feel a bit more. deep down he hoped you would. 

you shoved him hard once you heard the gates go off, you sprinted to the gates seeing nancy at the gate watching you run. ghostface ran after you, you could hear how close he was behind you, he got one good gash across your back before you ran out of the gate. you didn’t look back. 

-

the trial with him was tense, you had become pretty good at hiding, as if you weren’t taking notes from him. 

you knew he was looking for you, you knew if you gave him a reaction it would fuel him more, 

you held your breath, you had never been so close to him while he didn’t know. you hid behind a wall and watched him stalk one of your friends and before you knew it he shot up quickly and started sprinting at them. you let out a deep breath and closed your eyes. 

once you opened them a glint caught your eyes, something on the ground. 

you looked around, making sure it was safe before you crawled over. 

it was a wallet. 

you opened it carefully, scared it was some type of trick. you pulled out a driver's license

jed fucking olsen. your stomach sank. 

that was who ghostface is, you looked further into his wallet and found another driver’s license. you had to get the moon in the right spot so you could see. 

danny johnson.

you bit your cheek and put the two licenses into the wallet then shoved it into your pocket.  you wanted to tell him you knew, right then and there but you needed to do something. you knew he didn’t like to share and you are going to use that to your advantage. 

you hoped and prayed that you would be able to take it out of the trial with you, you did everything in your power to either find the hatch or make it out the gate. 

once you arrived back to the campfire you checked your pockets, you smiled when you pulled out the wallet, she did have a sick sense of humor and you think this would amuse her. 

for the first time ever you thanked the entity. 

trial after trial you tried your hardest to survive and even leon had complimented you on it. 

you had gotten a new outfit once again, an outfit you had wore in the summer, a white tank top and a jean skirt, sneakers. 

you sat on the gen, jake settled between your legs, your hands touching on him under his shirt. 

you knew danny was the killer, you had seen him when he hooked david, you didn’t save anyone this trial since you had other things to do. Soon enough it was just you, Danny and jake. you moved your foot and kicked down a lever and the gen roared, the lights turning on, blinding you for a second. 

Jake could feel it, being watched was never an easy thing to shake. He opened his eyes and looked to the side, he looked at ghostface standing there, breathing heavily. Jake pulled from your kiss and ran, he tried to take your hand but you let it slip out of his grip. 

Danny walked closer to you, he wasn’t one to share. you stared at him, your hand going into your back pocket and pulling out his wallet. 

“You know, we're not the only ones that can drop things,” you said and threw it at him. He caught it of course, which made you sigh. 

Danny laughs quietly, looking up at the entity. she was watching, like always. betrayed by her, or maybe she wanted to add some of her own touches. He tried not to be mad at her, his own plans now out of the picture. 

he got closer to you, “does it make you upset” he asked, his gloved hand lightly grazing your skin. “That I brought you here, I picked you. I'm her favorite.” 

Your eye twitched. You hated him. 

“I made sure your dog was taken care of,” he said softly. His hand gripping your thigh wanting a reaction out of you. Your hand went to his mask, lifting it up, Danny was about to reach for it but you already knew what he looked like. 

You toss his mask to the ground, Danny's hair fell messily and his eyes adjusted to the light. You took in his appearance, the tension was thick as he inched closer to you. You wanted revenge. 

Danny’s lips pressed against your neck, your fingers tangled in his hair. You feel his tongue on your skin then soon his teeth. Danny’s hand inched closer to your cunt, his other held you in place. 

He had dreamed of this, while waiting to be picked, she had generously gave him his own a replica of his own apartment. He would lay in bed, drifting in and out sometimes thinking he was really back in roseville. He was never really into sex, wanting to get off and get going, but you, he wanted to take his time and enjoy it, maybe even make it romantic. 

His cock was tightly contained in his pants. What is wrong with him, there was part of him that resented you. His mouth went lower, now on your chest, his hand now massaging one of your tits. 

You started to guide his head lower, he looked up at you, his eyelashes batting at you as he got onto his knees. 

Danny pushed your skirt up and panties to the side, he never ate pussy before, his tongue met your cunt, he tried to be soft. Making out with your cunt, your hand stayed in his hair, tugging a bit. Pleasure was starting to build. His tongue landed on your clit and your thighs tightened around his head. Danny was an observer, he picked up on everything. 

He licked at your clit again, he could hear you making noise which pushed him more. You were surprised you could even feel pleasure in his hell hole. 

Soon danny started sucking on your clit, his fingers had moved to your hole, his middle finger inside of you then it was his middle and ring finger stretching you out. You could hear him breathing heavily and softly moaning against your cunt. You looked up at the sky. 

“Right there” you moaned, he kept his pace and what he was doing. You stared up at the sky, a small tear coming to your eye and coming down your face. 

Your orgasm washed through you, his fingers moving faster and his eyes squeezed shut. You rode it out as your thighs shook. You pushed his face away from your cunt once it was overstimulating. 

Danny’s face was flushed, he removed his fingers and came up, his lips on yours now. He pulled you off the generator and you both made you way to the ground harshly. Danny was on top of you, his hand going to your neck. 

He was trying to take control, you used all your strength and flipped you two over. You straddled him. He laid back, looking at you, admiring you. 

You moved down a bit and unbuckled his pants, his cock sprung out once the fabric moved. He was painfully hard. You spit in your hand and stroked him, danny trembled at your touch, it was humiliating. He was wanting you to return the favor but he knew you probably had too much pride. 

You hovered over him, his hands softly touched your thigh. You sank down onto him. He was big, your mouth fell open. Danny’s head went back, you felt amazing. He was grateful you didnt start moving, he would've busted instantly. He tried to regain his breathing. 

Danny grabbed your waist, he was begging with his eyes. You narrowed your eyes at him and came off his cock a bit then going back down, moving your hips in a rhythm. Your shirt was dirty, his hands going to the collar of your shirt and ripping it. You started to move faster. Danny started to squirm, he was moaning and grabbing at your exposed skin. 

You could feel his knife hitting your leg, you knew what you wanted to do. 

“y/n” 

It came out as a cracked moan. 

“Danny” you responded, you rode him faster, hand going to his throat. 

“Do you forgive me?” he asked, a smirk on his face. Your eyebrows furrowed and you squeezed his neck. 

“No” 

Danny bit his lip there was a part of him that wished you did but another that loved that you didn’t, he knew not to think about it too much, he had always been sick and twisted. He started muttering curse words as he got close. His head was reeling, he looked at you, you were beautiful. 

He was so close, you watched his face as his cock twitched in you, danny let out a loud groan as he started to cum. You reached behind you and grab his knife. He opened his eyes as you left go of his throat and pushed one of his hands to the ground, you sank the knife down into his palm and the dirt. 

He groaned and clenched his teeth together. You got off his cock and his cum dripped out of you and onto his clothes, you moved your panties and stood up, looking down on him. His cock was still dripping. 

You fixed your skirt, danny stared at you, the pain in his palm was rough but he knew you were too pussy to stab him anywhere else. You breathed heavily, lifting your foot and stomping on the knife one good time. Danny pushed his lips together and squeezed his eyes shut. 

Once danny opened his eyes again, you gathered the spit into your mouth. You spit in his face, watching him react to you. He breathed heavily. “Fuck you” you whispered and turned away from him, running off into the distance. Horns blared, jake had finished the last gen. Danny stared up at the sky.

[koiiiji]

until you’re ready

pairing ; b!Daniel x Jay, hint of b!Daniel x reader x Jay

summary ; reader went through break up, and now unsure if she is ready for new relationship. luckily her close friends are always there for support!

MASTERLIST

the evening sky over Seoul was painted with hues of pink and orange, the sun dipping below the horizon as the city lights began to flicker on. you found yourself walking the familiar streets, each step taking you closer to Daniel Park and Jay Hong’s apartment. your heart was heavy, weighed down by the turmoil of your recent breakup and the uncertainty surrounding your current relationship. you hadn’t been sure who else to turn to, but you knew that Daniel and Jay would listen without judgment.

when you finally reached their door, you hesitated for just a moment before knocking softly. the door opened almost immediately, revealing Daniel’s warm smile — one that seemed to reach deeper, past just friendly concern. there was something about the way his eyes softened when they met yours that made you feel like you were exactly where you needed to be.

“hey, come on in,” he said, stepping aside to let you enter. you could see Jay in the background, already setting out some tea on the low table in the living room. as he glanced over at you, his gaze was calm yet attentive, like he was silently attuned to your every emotion. the sight of them both brought a small sense of relief—this place had always felt like a refuge for you, but tonight it felt even more comforting, like a sanctuary you hadn’t known you needed.

you sat down between them on the comfortable sofa, the familiar scent of the apartment soothing your nerves. Jay took a seat beside you, his knee brushing lightly against yours, a small touch that grounded you in the present moment. Daniel settled close on your other side, his arm casually draped along the back of the couch, his fingers just barely grazing your shoulder. it was a simple gesture, but it sent a warm, tingling sensation through you.

they both watched you closely, concern evident in their eyes, and you took a deep breath before speaking.

“i needed to talk to you guys about something,” you began, trying to keep your voice steady. “it’s about Taesoo.”

Daniel’s eyebrows lifted in curiosity, while Jay’s expression remained calm, though you could see the subtle shift in his posture as he leaned in, ready to listen.

“he… he asked me if i wanted to move in with him,” you confessed, your voice wavering slightly. “he lives in Ansan, and i’m here in Seoul. it’s a big change, and he was clear about our long-distance relationships, that he wants to see me more… i’m… i’m not sure if moving in is what i really need right now.”

Daniel tilted his head, his gaze softening even more as he studied your face with that gentle, thoughtful look he always had. there was a hint of something else in his eyes, though — something deeper, more intense, as if he was searching for something beyond your words. “do you want to move in with him?” he asked quietly, his voice laced with a subtle concern that only someone who cared deeply would show. “are you sure you love him?”

you hesitated, your gaze dropping to your hands as you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. the truth was, you weren’t sure. you cared about Taesoo, but the love you had for him felt different — less certain, less deep than what you had known before.

“at least he loves me,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “that’s something, right? i’m… i’m on my way to loving him too. that should be enough.”

Daniel’s expression softened even further, and he leaned forward, his hand reaching out to gently hold your shoulder. touch was reassuring, but it lingered just a second longer than you expected, sending a wave of warmth through you. “maybe you could wait until you actually fall in love, and then think about moving in,” he suggested with a small smile, his thumb brushing lightly against your collarbone. there was a tenderness in his tone, something that made your heart flutter. “it doesn’t have to be rushed.”

you shook your head slightly, the emotions you’d been holding back starting to bubble to the surface. “but you know me.. i need someone,” you confessed, your voice cracking. “i need a man with me in my life. i don’t want… i can’t be alone.”

Daniel’s smile was soft and understanding as he looked into your eyes, his thumb still tracing gentle patterns on your skin. “why?” he asked gently, his tone full of warmth. “what’s the use of us, men?”

you couldn’t help the small, bittersweet smile that tugged at your lips as you blinked back tears. “well… it’s nice to dance with you men,” you said, your voice trembling with emotion. memories of your ex flooded back — the times you’d danced together, those moments when everything had felt perfect and right. but now, those moments felt distant, and the touch of Daniel’s hand on your shoulder, the subtle brush of Jay’s knee against yours, brought you back to the present.

Daniel chuckled softly, the sound full of affection, and then he pulled you into a tight, comforting hug. his embrace was warm, safe, and exactly what you needed in that moment. you felt his breath against your ear as he whispered, “tell Taesoo that you’re not ready yet. and if he will leave… well he’s not good enough for you. and until you truly fall in love, Jay and i are here. we’ll dance with you as much as you want.”

tears you had been holding back finally spilled over, but before you could feel the weight of them, Jay was there too, standing and joining the embrace. his hand was gentle as it rested on your back, his touch calming. you felt the quiet strength in his presence, the way he always knew just how to comfort you without needing words.

for a moment, you stood there, enveloped in their warmth, feeling the steady rise and fall of their breaths. as Daniel held you, you felt the gentle pressure of his fingers against your back, a touch that promised so much more than words ever could. and when you looked up, your gaze met Jay’s, who offered a small, knowing smile, as if he understood everything you were feeling. his eyes softened, and for the first time, you saw the depth of emotion he kept hidden so well.

you sighed, a mixture of relief and confusion swirling within you. but you knew one thing for sure — you weren’t alone. and as long as Daniel and Jay were by your side, you had all the time in the world to figure out what your heart truly wanted.

[theres-a-body-here]

Creep!reader: "I'm afraid I can't help you sheep"

Meg: "WHAT?!"

Creep!reader: "Something like that requires massive arcane power and mastery to be even be able to pierce through the fog. Also... the Entity may or may not have rather compromising photos of me and Ghostface, so I'd rather not get involved"

Dwight: "S-She may or may not have pictures of you two in full fursuits? Cuz I may or may not have been there"

Creep!reader: "Actually, we may or may not have been covered in baby oil"

Jake, sighing heavily: "Ugh...well I guess the Entity wins"

Élodie: "..."

Élodie: "can we see the pictur—"

Creep!reader: "Get the hell out of my realm"

[honeyhotteok]

HIIII I love your blog♡♡♡

I Was wondering if I could make a request, like the lookism boys (you can choose) react to an extremely beautiful and ethereal fem!reader who looks so pretty and feminine she looks like a princess from a fairytail

Of course if you want, remember to stay safe and healthy!!!

HI!! aww thank you sm!!!🥹🫶🫶 sorry this took so long this is my first time writing hcs instead of my usual fic format but turns out actually writing it took exponentially less time than the time i spent thinking about it lool but here you go anonie! i did the j high boys so ended up making it more specific to a school context :)

hope you're staying safe and healthy too!!!🥹💖

Lookism J High boys react to pretty new girl (fem!reader)

(Daniel, Zack, Vasco, Vin)

Daniel Park

Daniel looks up from his seat at you as you enter the room, everyone already murmuring about the gorgeous new girl.

He gets up to introduce himself to you and ask for your name, not paying any mind to all the positive attention you're already getting.

He knows firsthand how daunting it is to start at a new school and has had extensive personal experience feeling ostracized in his life. So he wants to make sure others don't have to go through the same thing if he has any say in it, and regardless of what you look like (although he of course notices how pretty and ethereal you look, too.)

Zack Lee

Zack would wake up from his desk nap from being blinded by a bright ass light flooding into the classroom as you walk in. Squinting and grumbling with dried drool on the corner of his mouth.

He would stare at you and your beauty in awe for a quick second, then-

"Wait. You're not Mira, the fuck."

Then he'd go back to sleep.

Vasco

"There's a new girl? In the Architecture Department?!" The Burn Knuckles members jump off of each other, quitting their horseplay to hover near the doorway in anticipation.

The moment you walk in, gasps and oohs and ahs can be heard from the guys. Your long hair flowing down your shoulders in the most perfect way and you dazzling the room with your pretty smile without even trying.

A single, fat tear rolls down Vasco's cheek.

"V-Vasco! Why are you crying, you haven't even tried talking to her yet!" Jace attempts to comfort his friend in vain.

Vin Jin

Vin rubs his hands together, smirking and plotting what he's going to say to you to charm your pants off. The usual should be fine-

"Don't even think about it." Mary says without looking up from her phone.

"What the fuck are you on abou-"

"Leave the poor girl alone, you fucking dimwit." Mary pulls Vin by the ear and leads him down the hallway away from you, ignoring his curses and whining.

She lets go, throwing him as he staggers further down the hall in the opposite direction.

Vin turns his head to look around, completely disoriented by being suddenly thrown into this dimmer, different section of the hallway. He squints through his sunglasses and reaches out, fumbling around with empty air.

"Mary?! Dammit, where are you?" He calls out helplessly.

[your-goth-sis]

it's me again lol, can I request Danny, Weskussy and Jake Park with a killer!fem reader that is kind of like a goddess? Like from ancient mythology, her realm is absolutely ethereal and she just has grace written all over her? if that makes sense

sending more kisses!! ilyy 💕💕

*bows respectfully* greetings and salutations! Ily TOOO :D also sorry if my writing is weird, I'm used to writing fanfiction of sadistic vampires and I'm wayyyy to used to their speech lmao. 😭💕👏

Danny Johnson

You're a what now?

He was flabbergasted.

He thinks your beautiful and melts at your beauty.

You even look graceful when killing the survivors, executing them in the most beautiful way possible.

He's a massive simp lmao

Though he's still arrogant and thinks he deserves to be with someone like you because of his wonderful "work" he's done on earth.

He wants to know your origin and everything

He visits your realm because he thinks it's extraordinary!

You'd hold him once he visits, even your hugs are melting him to death.

Wesker (The Weskussy)

We all know Wesker has a god complex

He will definitely try to put you in your place, to no avail.

You're simply stronger and better, putting him in his place immediately.

He'd scoff "Well, Dearheart, it seems as if I've lost and fallen for... Your bewitchingly good looks"

You'd smirk in return "Good boy, Albert"

He thinks (knows) that you're gorgeous, and would do anything to be with you, even if it meant fighting the Entity everyday and losing.

Jake Park

He's too stunned at your beauty, so stunned that he cannot run away

His legs instead carries him to you

You take him in your arms "What's wrong, man?"

He snaps out his daze, panic rising through him

You chuckle "You're my pet now~"

He's stunned tbh

He looks at your face that looks sadistic, yet has grace written all over it.

You'd give him hatch every trail and in return, he'd bring you flowers from the Entity's realm... However they're dead, you giggle knowing it's the thought that counts

[saintescuderia]

welcome to the mini series of the random, mindless thoughts had by a poet disguised in an orange jumpsuit watching cars speed by all weekend. enjoy!

--- note: 5am starts, 7pm finishes. all four days. gotta love formula 1!

thursday: media day!

i want the ferrari jacket

there are school kids here?

i don’t want the ferrari jacket

$7 for a small can of red bull is THEFT

especially since they broke the cost cap

me walking through the “accredited personnel” gate and tapping my special lanyard is a CORE memory

i think my uber driver dropped me off on the opposite side of the track

*stressing about being unable to admire the sights of albert park bc i’m stress-running from the opposite end of the track to my station*

pls don’t be a dick and say i’m late - i know

how is a 5am wake up not early enough HOW?

“last year i was stationed at the corner where charles spun out.”

sole thought = 💀💀💀💀

i. fucking. love. cars.

the whole SENSORY experience of a race ffffffffffffuuuuuck

“be careful taking pictures because that security camera is on us and is straight to race control and the FIA.” is such a cool sentence to hear

a porsche gtr should not be covered with branding idc

i’m definitely going to abuse caffeine this weekend

friday: FP1 / FP2

the sun is rising over the lake as i walk on the albert park track and i’m happy to be alive

especially as i found a toilet that isn’t a port-a-loo

ah, a cafe that does good decent coffee thank GOD

am i going to pay $10 for a croissant?

i'm going to pay $10 for a croissant.

i lived in paris but this one fresh lune choc croissant has topped it all

no like there will never be another croissant experience to beat me eating a fresh pain au chocolat on a f1 circuit as the sun rises over the water with the melbourne skyline in the background

aramco engineers are walking behind me as i shit talk about f1, nice

“it is an increasingly unique experience peeing in a port-a-loo beside a formula one track as cars race by.”

120’000 is a LOT of people

how has the float not broken yet?

metro boomin has released an album as i stand before live formula one. life has PEAKED

fernando alonso is the first F1 driver i ever saw live

there is a shift in formula one as the heritage fans of motor racing are on the out as the next generation of fans absorbed in driver hype and social media takes over and we see this in how F1 has created the new US tracks and made them all into spectacles and fans are here because of it being “cool” instead of caring about cars

… maybe i should buy the redbull jacket instead?

bonus: sole thought during the pitlane walk for the marshals

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

saturday: FP3 / qualifying

the relief of thinking you’re late and then seeing someone you know HA

commentators are now contractually obligated to bring up saudi arabia every time they talk about ollie bearman

jesus they’re as bad as the f1 girlies

i have to watch the grand prix replay after all of this i have no idea what’s actually going on

CHARLES GOES FASTER THAN MAX HA

kimi spinning out has me actively wanting to cry

a safety car FROM THE PIT EXIT

welcome to F2 everyone 👏👏👏

not me lying to the cute irish guy hitting on me about @saintescuderia

a big fat ha at the eshays holding their puffer jackets - even they can’t stand the heat

don’t flex on me that you’re here at F1 when you don’t even know what’s going on yourself bruhhhh

to the red bull fan telling me i’m “dramatic” for rolling under the fence (it’s how marshals have to do it) pls get help

$7 for a calispo is a JOKE

recording F1 quali isn’t even worth it bc they're TOO FAST

JOKES I GOT A PHOTO WITH ALBONO

i’m very lucky for my team of marshals :))))))))))

i’m only going to eat half my muffin

*finishes the whole thing*

sunday: race!

KIMI ANTONELLI!

do i ask for a photo?

*every photo of charles leclerc being abused flashes through my mind*

nah leave him be

five minutes later: i regret not asking him

the group of aussies dressed as lance stroll drunk at 9am have my heart and my respect

i need a coffee

seeing kimi walk right by me has now made so much invested for f2

i really need a coffee

yep they screwed kimi with all those safety cars

i really, really need a coffee

we get to go ON TRACK? for the DRIVERS PARADE

*starts practicing “get well soon” in spanish*

my heart is BEATING

lol jokes carlos didn’t even look at us

*checks footage to see that i accidentally just recorded guanyu zhou next to carlos the whole time :))))*

lol are they putting lewis and charles together all the time?

every marshal: “that was the shittest parade ever.”

i need a drink

pls don’t talk to me for the next two hours

don't meet your heroes kids

but also why the fuck did they do the float in one big car? and do INTERVIEWS? this is legit the one time the drivers can be there JUST for the FANS

F1 can PISS OFF

race start = okay it's happening

waitwaitwaitwaitWAITDIDIJUSTSEECARLOSOVERTAKEMAX?!

nevermind i love him

"race control has asked that you calm down, marshals are supposed to be neutral."

lol at the entirety of albert cheering that max is slowly coming to a DNF

mclaren swapping oscar for lando is DISGUSTING fuck zak brown

somehow, i've forgotten that charles is just there

SEND IT CARLOS VAmos

(this is all because i told you que te mejores pronto!)

daniel ricciardo....man..... aus gp can't market you like this.......

damn yuki got HANDS

ferrari and mclaren having the top 4 places is just *chefs kiss*

lewis just had to stall just pass my sector like i hope ur okay but couldn't u not be ok in front of me?

red bull deserves this after all the FLACK i've copped from red bulls fans ("dramatic" MY ASS)

wait george russell ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

singapore all over again. i can already see the memes.

somehow marshalling a gp has you closer and more removed from the whole thing i have no idea what's going on

(literally the only time i used my F1TV live timing)

finishing after the safety car means i can't stick my head out and clap for carlos FUCK OFF

wait, he came up right UP TO MY SIDE OF THE TRACK TO WAVE

... do you think he noticed me?

[wannaeatramyeon]

Gun Park with Reader: Junkyard shenanigans

CH460 spoiler - no plot spoilers tho. G/N. Crack. Inspired by @razypie tag.

"Gun... Seriously?!"

You yell, squinting at the figure making its way higher and higher, up the heap of discarded units.

For a brief moment, his body stills then he continues on as if he didn't hear you.

Bastard.

At first that idiot tried to fucking jump. And yeah, he may be strong as shit but even Gun Park wouldn't be able to jump however the fuck high that is.

...Actually. You did think he could, but the way he fell back down, somehow still landing on his feet like a cat, made you cackle.

The furious look and 'fuck you' he threw your way did nothing to halt your laughter.

He would never admit it, but you reckon this is something to do with aesthetics. The 'cool' view of him smoking at the top.

Sure, it's not a pile of bodies like James Lee once sat upon (the impressiveness of that particular feat spread throughout all of Seoul and is still a sore point for Gun and Goo to this day.)

For Gun, you suppose, this pile of junk would have to do for now. Until he decides to fight some poor souls and recreate a higher and better mountain of victims to make himself a throne out of.

("Compensating for something? Yes your throne will be much much bigger than James Lee. Good for you, Big Boy." You had said to Gun when you were feeling particularly mouthy and brave. Luck was also on your side as you managed to dodge his kick aimed for your head.)

Goddamn. Sometimes you truly forget that he's only 20 years old and then he pulls shit like this.

That's not even considering his atrocious outfit. Topless with those brown track pants and loafers. How is he supposed to look cool wearing that? What was he even thinking?

Taking your phone out of your pocket, you click record to immortalise forever the image of Gun Park clambering up on all fours. Leg occasionally slipping like a dog trying to find purchase again.

Goo is going to get a kick out of this.

[grunge-princess-nymph]

[rootsofdread]

Hi ! Can I request a Killer reader with a quirky walk? Their reasoning could be due to balance issues, or perhaps a bad leg or back, think Captain jack sparrows unbalanced land walk for example

I imagine them to have their arms held out a little with their weapon, perhaps for more stability, and maybe some survivors have a habit of making fun of them, or are just concerned that one of these days theyll just fall straight onto their face LMFAO, Could this be with Jake Park, Ghostface, and anybody else of your choosing? Thank you if you do this request ♡

-V (He/They)

this was fun to do!! i hope it's good, kind of a new thing for me to write but i had fun :-)

Jake Park:

Jake is one of the handful of survivors that are actually concerned about you. At first, he knew he probably shouldn’t have wasted time being worried about someone who was out to hurt and kill him, but he couldn’t help it. He knows in a place like this — in the wild — anything that can be perceived as a weakness will be, and you’ll be preyed upon for it, even if you can take care of yourself. 

For a while, he secretly kept an eye on you, just to make sure nobody actually hurt you; and he found himself admiring you when you stand up to everyone. He, himself, knows it isn’t easy. So when the two of you grow closer, you both become a shoulder to support the other (in Jake’s case, a bit more literally, as he often helps you get around by letting you lean on his shoulder).

Danny Johnson / The Ghostface:

Danny has always been extraordinarily protective of you. He was always a bit concerned about you, how you’d be handling yourself in the fog. He took it upon himself to keep an eye on you, staying just out of your sight but in places where everyone else could see him. Because he knew if someone wanted to try to mess with you, if they saw him lurking in the background, they’d think twice about it.

He loves picking you up and carrying you around, it’s probably his favorite thing to do — it lets him help you get around without so many concerns, and he can protect you more easily. It’s a win-win! You can almost always hear him giggling to himself while he does it, it just delights him to no end.

Talbot Grimes / The Blight:

Talbot was honestly delighted to see another killer more like him in the fog. Though he could get along with like-minded individuals, he never found anyone to be an equal of sorts. And even if you’re not as interested in science as he is, the moment he saw you using your weapon as an aid just as he does he knew you were his equal.

He is surprisingly very affectionate with you. It’s still subtle, but it’s there. He often taps his cane against your weapon as a way of greeting you or saying he loves you, since the circumstances of his entrance into the fog have made it difficult for him to express himself. He’s found his ways, as always, and is content knowing he can communicate with you.

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Tethered

Part III- Chapter 28: Connected

Mentions of: Stabbing, Murder, Threats, Danny being the sadistic perv he is , & Frank being a jealous and possessive shit

A/N: Impatiently waiting for AO3 to come back online so I can upload this chapter

Tags: @prettycutebunny @vandeaad @dead-bxxxxtch-walking @mama-miya @moonshineinasippycup

“What are you doing?” A voice called out of nowhere, making Frank jump and grab his chest. A familiar cloaked figure moved out from the dark shadows of the tree, standing before him. “Will you quit it with that stalking shit? It’s creepy.”

He snapped at Ghostface, who just shrugged in response, playing with his knife. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“I was going for a smoke by the campfire, okay? Not like it’s any of your fucking buisness.” Frank replied defensively.

“Alright, jeez..must be a touchy subject…” Frank just rolled his eyes at the masked murderer, walking past him. Danny couldn’t have been up to any good. He never was. Not to mention Frank was doing something he really shouldn’t.

“But I don’t think you were just smoking, were you? You were watching the survivors.” Ghostface remarked, making Frank pause. Shit. He was on to him. “So what if I was? You do it all the time, and so does everyone.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think it was just any survivor, was it? After all, most of them are ‘boring nobodies’ not worth your time, except for when you’re slaughtering them..right? So who’s the girl, and why is she different?”

Fuck.

“What girl? What are you talking about?” Frank played dumb. “You know who I’m talking about.”

“No, I really don’t.”

“(Y/n).” Ghostface spelled it out for him.

“Who? I hardly know that girl. Even if I was watching her it’s just because I was interested in her conversation.” He lied.

He wanted to see if you remembered him, if you knew it was him, if you had missed him. But with the way you were sitting so close to Jake, he wasn’t so sure.

“Oh really? So you wouldn’t mind if I played with her. She’s beautiful, such a sweet, innocent, thing, I’d have fun breaking-”

“Stay away from her, you sick sadistic fuck.” Frank’s emotions took over him, and he grabbed at Ghostface’s shroud, tugging him towards him and leaning over him threateningly.

It took him a second to realize what he had just done. What he admitted to. Danny laughed at him, a low and taunting chuckle. “Don’t know her, huh?”

Frank thought he was over you. He had to be over you. It’s been years since he saw you and he wasn’t the same person he was with you. Not to mention he’s with Julie now, and he loves Julie..but the thought of Ghostface laying a hand on you enraged him.

“Don’t tell anyone about this, and don’t touch her or I’ll kill you.” Frank said, letting him go. “Don’t worry, this’ll be our little secret.”

Yeah, Frank was in some deep shit.

–

Jake winced as you kneeled above him, wrapping his waist with bandages. “Did you see who it was?”

“Yeah, it was Legion’s Frank. He seemed pissed..he chased me for a while twenty minutes before Bill distracted him.” He replied.

You frowned to yourself, as you continued to wrap the bandages around him, and just before you could finish up, your heart started to race. He was nearby.

Panicking, the two of you jumped into the locker. You were cramped together, breaths shaky and quick. “Sorry.” You whispered to him. He shrugged with a smile. “It’s fine.”

Unfortunately, he saw the trail of blood and put two and two together, tearing the door open, finding not only Jake, but you as well. You stood there, frozen, only being able to watch as Frank grabbed Jake by the neck and hoisted him upon his shoulder.

Frank basically body slammed Jake on the hook, making him howl in pain. It seemed like Jake was right. Frank was in a really bad mood. You should get out of his way while you still can. So, you did.

Meanwhile, Frank was furious. He fiddled with his knife, staring at Jake as he hung from the hook. What was this asshole doing? What was he thinking being so close to you?

“Seriously?” Jake hissed through gritted teeth when he realized that Frank was just going to sit and watch his suffering, refusing to let anyone save him from the hook. He tried to wriggle and escape, but it only made things worse. “I- I didn’t even do anything.”

“Stay away from (y/n). She’s mine.”

Jake’s eyes widened at that. So you were right. He had let you go and he has been kind to you. He wanted you…You knew all along.

“T-this isn’t the olden age. You can’t just claim people.” Jake replied, having nothing to lose. He was already on hook and camped by Frank, what’s the worst that could happen? “Not to mention. She’s scared of you..She doesn’t know you. But she knows you’re a piece of shit. All of you killers are. She doesn’t even want to go near you.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Frank slashed at him angrily, making him cry out in pain. Okay, he was wrong. It could get worse. But Frank hated survivors. He was sadistic and taunting. Not to mention he had a girlfriend. So why did he want you?

Frank knew he shouldn’t be doing this.If word got out about the truth, he’d be screwed. Julie would kill him, and you. But the sight of you in that cramped locker with Jake did something to him. He shouldn’t be that close to you. He shouldn’t be touching you. He doesn’t deserve you. He wasn’t good enough. No one was.

“What’s happening? Where’s Jake?” You asked Feng as the two of you worked on a generator. Three were already done, and he was nowhere to be seen. It was strange considering during a normal trial, most people would’ve been hooked at least once by now. But the only person injured was Jake.

“He’s being camped by Frank. I think Bill’s going to help him. It sucks for Jake, but it’s good for us because we have more time to work on our gens.” Feng explained.

“Oh, okay.” You murmured. You had a bad feeling about this.

–

Frank let Jake get unhooked, just so he could chase after him and mori him. He jammed his knife into him over and over, letting out all his rage and frustrations.

“If you come near her again, I’ll fucking kill you..I know you die here over and over again, but I’ll make things even worse. I’ll make your shitty existence a living hell. I’ll be watching..” He hissed, before jamming the knife into him one last time, and moving downward, gutting and killing him.

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Daniel Ricciardo x reader drabble! age gap! dirty talk! filthy, filthy daniel! sugar daddy au, perhaps!

danny oh, danny - daniel r. - daniel was obsessed with you. since his departure from formula one with an undisclosed sum of money, he had taken on a new pet project. daniel didn't believe in angels, but when he saw you for the first time. he needed you, he needed you a carnal way.

he needed something to sink his teeth into something new. he wasn't chasing championships, so why not train the most perfect angel to be a perfect little cock slut?

you were in your early twenties, barely a college graduate. but you liked your fancy items, you loved when the materials were made well and the price tag was hefty. daniel thought it was cute, the tiny tennis skirts you'd wear, the pink gloss on your lips. how your mascara ran when he fucked you just right. or how your nipples would poke through tight t-shirts while you were out and about in los angeles. you were a stupid little slut that rocked daniel's world, he spoiled your rotten. how could he not? a good girl like you deserved luxuries in life.

and while you weren't the smartest of the bunch, you knew everything came with a price. and daniel expected the full experience. thought you were getting that pandora bracelet with just a blow job? better get those panties off before he tore them right off. that gucci bag is not yours just because you gave him kisses. it's called a sugar baby, and the sugar was not from the tackiness of your lip gloss. now daniel would suggest that you behave and let him have his wicked way with you. the world was yours to have, but daniel wasn't a charity. look pretty, play nice and pleasure him and it'll all be yours.

you were however cute when your mouth was wrapped around his cock while he was parked in the back of a car lot near the hotel you were at. you were near deep throating him. he had recently trained that throat of yours during when he'd be off for formula one. but now that he had no driver's seat, you'd just have to spend your holidays figuring out all the ways to make daniel feel good. that was your job now, got it?

or when you saw the football game and he cornered you in a stall. you were happy that you didn't have to go the rest of the game with ripped panties. but they were ruined another way. pressed you against the metal stall wall. his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet while he fucked you hastily. sorry princess, daddy will make it up to you with that stupid make up palette you wanted. just be good and let daniel fuck you until he finished. the team was losing anyway, so he could get two rounds in you before he had enough. and then you sat with his cum staining your panties dark for the rest of the game. didn't help that people snapped photos of you and your 'boyfriend' at the game, with daniel's large hand on your thigh.

you were a good girl, daniel's good girl. and daniel would give you anything. after all you were so much younger, smaller, sweeter. daniel wanted to take care of every little thing for you. and if you were an investment for daniel, he was going to get tenfold of what he put into you. <3

a/n: heyy i'm really stoned while writing this. just know ily <33

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In Another Life | Part III

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x f!reader (time travel au)

Chapter Summary: It's your last day together with Marcus and you're going to make it count.

Chapter Warnings: language, SO much angst, fluff, smut (18+ MDNI), unprotected piv sex, food consumption, time travel?

WC: 6.3K

A/N: thank you @txtattoostark for beta'ing ❤️

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Time stood still when you looked at your phone the following morning, you were certain of it.

The mighty General shall be out of your hair b4 you know it.

The words left a pit in your stomach, making you feel sick. How didn't you think this through? What happened between you was fast, sure, but not one time the night before did you pause to think how hurt you were going to be when Marcus left.

It wasn't like he was going to a different state or country. He would be gone for good. Never again would you know the feel of his lips or hear the deep rumble of his voice.

"Good morning," Marcus said from behind you, slipping his arms around your waist while you cooked eggs for breakfast. You flipped your phone over and turned around in his arms, pressing a firm kiss to his lips that lingered to the point where the eggs burned a little, but it was worth it.

You hadn't checked your phone until he went to the bathroom to wash up and you had breakfast underway, but you had already decided not to tell him. If you didn't speak it into existence, then maybe it wasn't real.

"Good morning," you said shyly, giving him one last quick peck on the lips before scooping eggs and sausage onto plates for you both.

"Was your superior quite angry with you?" he asked while he attempted to help you with the toast but ended up burning his fingertips.

You shook your head and picked up both plates to take to your small kitchen table.

"Nah, I never call in sick," you told him with a smile. "Besides the park, what did you want to see today?"

He settled next to you at the table, one hand dropping casually to rest on your leg while he picked up his fork with the other. "To me it does not matter, so long as it is with you."

You grinned and felt your cheeks warm. "You know, you said you didn't have much experience with romance in your life but you could have fooled me. Every word you say is romantic."

He chuckled and dropped his gaze to his plate, feeling a bit shy. "Does simply wishing to spend time with a lover make one a romantic?"

You shrugged and nodded. "Kind of. At least, in my experience."

Marcus hummed and leaned over to press a kiss against your temple. "We must change that, my lady."

"Oh, yeah?" you replied, turning to lock your lips with his. His grip on your thigh tightened when he heard the little noise escape from the back of your throat and you squirmed in your seat. "Well, you've changed a lot, already," you said breathlessly when you finally pulled away. He grinned and leaned forward to chase your lips, making you giggle and toss your arms around his neck.

Before you even had a chance to register the noise, the front door unlocked and swung open.

"Morning! Why are you still - oh, gross," Danny said when he turned from closing the door and saw the two of you intertwined.

Marcus withdrew his arms from around you and stood solemnly with his hands clasped in front of him.

"Daniel, I apologize," he said, his voice deep. "Courtesy demands I request permission from a lady's father, or in this case, closest living male relative, before pursuing her. I hope you can forgive me for my transgression." Marcus bowed his head and you quickly stood up, waving your hands in between them.

"No, no, no, you do not need my little brother's permission, Marcus," you told him. Danny folded his arms together and stifled a laugh.

"I don't know, Sis, I think he's onto something. Maybe if more guys went through me, you wouldn't be left on read so much."

"Shut up, Danny!" you seethed, fists clenched at your sides.

Marcus just looked back and forth between you, trying to keep up.

"I'm just kidding! Marcus, it's totally fine," Danny said, clapping him on the shoulder before slipping into the kitchen for your leftovers. "If you really want to spend your last day in the twentieth century with my sister, don't let me stop you. I mean, personally, I would have picked the girl who works at the Java Hut, or maybe the one at the comic book store..."

Both of you tuned him out when Marcus absorbed what he said.

"My... last day?" he questioned. You swallowed and nodded.

"He texted me last night but I didn't see it til you were in the shower," you said quietly, gaze dropping to the floor. "I'm sorry. I didn't know how to tell you."

"Oh," he said softly, eyebrows pinching together in thought. And just like that, the fun, playful mood between the two of you vanished only to be replaced with despair.

"We can still do exactly what we said we would do," you assured him while Danny kept talking to himself in the kitchen, adding to the long list of people he would rather spend his last day with other than you.

"Of course," Marcus replied, but you could see the distant look in his eye. It was probably the same one you had when you first read Danny's text.

"Let's just... enjoy what time we have left."

He nodded and inhaled sharply, avoiding your eye while he processed everything he had just learned, both of you too nervous to say what you really wanted to say.

"Why aren't you working?" Danny asked, emerging from the kitchen with a piece of buttered toast.

"I called in sick."

He nodded, not even questioning it before heading to his room. "I'm gonna get some shut eye and head back over to Lizard's later. Gotta run a few diagnostic tests before we send you home, General."

His words were like taking a bullet. Appetite suddenly gone, you sunk down into your chair and tried not to let your emotions show but he must have sensed it because Marcus was sitting down next to you with one arm around your shoulders and the other on your thigh.

"We still have today, cor mea."

You sniffled and leaned into his shoulder, hiding your face against his neck. "You said that yesterday, too. What does it mean?"

You felt his lips on the top of your head before he answered.

"It means, my heart."

Tears stung your eyes so you quickly closed them, doing your very best to remember everything about that moment. The way he smelled, all fresh from his shower, the roughness of his hand against your skin, the sound of his heart beating soundly in his broad chest.

Don't go, you wanted to beg. Please stay with me. But you couldn't bring yourself to do it. Was it ridiculous to want a man you just met to leave everything behind and stay with you? In a world he knew nothing about? Even if you did ask and by some miracle he agreed, would you be able to make him happy? Would this world make him happy?

No, you couldn't ask that of him. He had a whole life waiting for him in Ancient Rome.

You took a deep breath and reluctantly extracted yourself from his arms.

"Okay," you said, quickly swiping at your eye. "Let's go check out the park and once we're done, we'll see what else you want to do."

He nodded, helping you clean up from breakfast while pretending not to notice how red your eyes looked, but by the time you were both ready to leave your apartment, you had collected yourself. You refused to spend your last day together wallowing in misery.

You were going to make sure it was perfect.

"This place is magnificent," Marcus said breathlessly, unable to tear his eyes away from the rich greenery surrounding you while dodging tourists laughing and posing for pictures. Nearby, bicyclists and joggers zipped by and dogs barked, pulling at their leashes to get at one another while their owners struggled to rein them in but as far as the two of you were concerned, you were the only ones there.

"C'mon, this way," you said, looping your arm with his and leading him off a different path. The smile was permanently stretched across his face the entire time, especially when you had to come to an unexpected stop so a carriage led by a massive Clydesdale could pass by on the trail.

"That horse looks double the size of the horses back home," he remarked in awe when you resumed walking.

"There's all sorts of different breeds," you explained, "we'll probably see a few more before we leave."

You could hear water trickling and you grinned when you looked up at him. "Almost there."

When you finally emerged from your shaded trail to view the massive fountain, Marcus couldn't believe his eyes. He skid to a stop and just stared in wonder at the shallow water surrounded by people eating lunch, families taking pictures, couples sitting close together and children running and playing. Slowly, his gaze drifted around the wide open space, taking in every feature, every flower, every stunning piece of architecture until you finally tugged on his elbow.

"It's called the Bethesda Fountain," you said, pointing to the statue in the middle. "It's an angel, see?"

He nodded, eyes wide with wonder. "She is... beautiful," he whispered, looking like he was in complete awe of the stone statue of the angel draped in long robes with widespread wings behind her, looking over the entire park.

"I think she's holding her arm out as a symbol to bless the waters," you told him, pulling him closer so you could read some of the signage.

"This place is wonderful," he told you, twisting around so he didn't miss a thing. "I cannot believe a place like this exists in such a busy and thriving metropolis."

"Yeah, it is really amazing, isn't it?" you replied. You had lived in New York for so long that you realized you had grown numb to some of its wonder, but seeing it through Marcus's eyes felt like you were seeing it for the first time again.

"You are fortunate to live here," he said, finally looking down at you. "I have never seen a place so grand and spectacular in all my life."

You grinned and stretched up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss. "Looks a lot better with you here," you said with a wink, and you swore you saw his face flush a bit.

The pair of you found an empty bench and sat down for a while. You leaned your head on his shoulder and he hooked an arm around you as you quietly watched the city pass you by.

"Thank you for sharing this with me," he murmured as he nuzzled the top of your head. You titled your face up to give him a smile.

"I think this is the most fun I've ever had in this city."

He grinned, his eyes crinkling and his one cheek creating a dimple that you found too irresistible not to kiss, so you did.

"Would you like to just spend the day here or do you want to see something else?"

He looked around the park again with a deep sigh and you could feel his body relax against you. "I am content to do anything, so long as it is with you."

You thought about it for a moment before pulling out your phone and tapping away.

"There's a museum not too far from there that has an exhibition on Ancient Rome," you said. His interest was piqued and he squinted down at your phone. "Would you be interested in that? You could teach me something," you told him with a poke to his ribs. He chuckled and shrugged.

"I fear you are too brilliant for me to teach you anything, but I am intrigued."

You giggled and stood up, hauling him to his feet as you began to lead him back the way you came.

"We can grab something quick to eat along the way."

Marcus was very quiet the first ten minutes inside the museum. He silently read the informative plaques on the walls next to replicas of gladiator helmets and broken spears with his hands clasped behind his back and his expression unreadable. He studied maps and watched a video of a historian talking about the rise of the Roman Empire playing on a loop, and all the while you followed him from room to room, reading what he read and trying to see things through his eyes.

He had a proud smile on his face when you came to a room about the technological advancements of the Roman Empire and how it impacted present day. He had just finished reading about the ways Rome impacted the design of modern day roads and bridges when he saw the next display and his smile faltered.

"What is it?" you asked him softly. His eyes flickered back and forth between a photograph of the Colosseum and an NFL stadium with a little blurb underneath comparing the two.

"You still have..." he drifted off and pointed to the stadium. "Your people still fight to the death?"

Your eyes widened and you shook your head furiously, immediately picking up on the tension in his voice.

"Oh, no. No, Marcus. They don't fight, it's a sport. Nobody dies. The stadiums are just built to look like the Colosseum."

He nodded in understanding but you saw the look on his face. Something troubled him and it made your chest ache. You glanced around the room, noticing it was mostly empty, then stepped forward so you stood between him and the display. You wrapped your arms around his middle and rested your chin on his chest, drawing his attention down to you and off the photos.

"What is it?"

He gave you a sad smile and his arms circled your waist.

"There is something I have not told you."

Once again, your eyes flickered around to make sure nobody was close enough to hear before looking back up at him expectantly.

"Daniel and Victor found me because I was fleeing Rome," he said solemnly, and already you could see the shame in his face.

"Why were you fleeing?"

He pressed his lips together tightly before sighing. "I displeased the emperor. I refused to carry out his orders. Orders that would kill thousands of young men simply to make a statement. I could not do it, my love." His hands grew tighter around your middle and you swore you saw tears begin to form but he blinked them away. "As punishment, I was sentenced to become a gladiator. To fight for my life and their entertainment in the arena. So... I fled. I was a coward and I fled."

"You weren't a coward," you whispered, bringing a hand up to stroke his bearded cheek. "You would have died, Marcus. That's not cowardly."

"It was cowardly to not die an honorable death," he argued, but you shook your head.

"It's barbaric and wasteful," you told him. You felt him lean into your touch for comfort. "I'm glad you ran away. If you didn't, I never would have met you."

He couldn't resist. Marcus leaned down and captured your mouth with his, committing the feel of your lips to memory before he had to return home and face his destiny.

"C'mon," you said, stepping away from him and taking his hand in yours with a little smile. "Let's keep looking around."

He didn't let go of your hand after that. You walked together through the rest of the room, reading to yourselves about the architecture of Ancient Rome and how the buildings influenced the White House and the Lincoln Memorial when he stopped dead in his tracks and gawked at the very last photo.

"Is this..." he trailed off, reading the caption before looking at you in shock. "The arena still stands? This image looks to be present day." He pointed to the people standing around the outside of the Colosseum, specifically their clothes and how they looked similar to yours, and you nodded.

"Yeah, it's still there," you told him, wrapping a hand around his bicep as he continued to stare at the picture. "I'm sure it looks different and some of it collapsed with time but it's been maintained and well cared for. It's one of the seven wonders of the world."

He looked at you curiously and you smiled. "It's kind of a big deal," you explained simply.

His fingertips dragged over the glass like he couldn't believe his eyes.

"May we see it before I leave?"

Your face fell and sadness swelled deep in your chest. "No, Marcus, I'm sorry. It's too far away."

He nodded, catching the regret in your eye before dropping the subject and moving on. He would see it soon enough, anyway.

It seemed both of you were determined to keep the rest of your museum visit as light as possible. When you reached the area about art, he told you a story of an artist who created a beautiful portrait of him and presented it to him after winning a huge battle for Rome. With a smile, he told you how pompous he felt when he had it hung in his living space at home but he felt bad not honoring the artist's hard work.

When he excused himself to use the restroom, you sat on a bench and did something you refrained from doing since the moment you met.

You Googled his name.

The cell service was spotty and it took an extra minute, but sure enough his name pulled up some results. You picked the first one, quickly scanning down his multiple military accomplishments until you reached the end. You held your breath as you read the small paragraph, fearful of what you would find out but it was a question that had been plaguing your mind for the past two days and you needed to know.

General Marcus Acacius presumably died in 215 A.D. It was believed he met his demise in battle, however his body was never recovered.

Glancing up to make sure Marcus was still in the bathroom, you shot off a quick text to Danny.

You: What year did you set that time machine when you picked up Marcus?

You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you watched your text slowly go from delivered to read, then three little dots appeared.

Danny: 215 A.D.

You closed your eyes and sniffled before tucking your phone into your pocket.

How could you go through with this now that you knew you were sending him back to certain death?

You did your damndest to not let it bother you, but it was hard. Every time you looked at him you wondered what fate had in store when he returned and the pit in your stomach just got heavier and heavier.

You arrived home to a note from Danny reminding you he had to run diagnostic tests on the machine and he wouldn't be home until late, so you both decided to stay in for dinner on your last night together. Cooking wasn't your strongest skill but you could make a decent pasta. Marcus lingered and tried to help but it was evident he was used to others cooking for him, and that was okay. You didn't mind.

When you each sat down to eat, his left hand falling easily to your leg again as he picked up his fork, you had to bite your tongue from screaming stay, please stay. By the way he was glancing in your direction throughout the meal, you had a feeling he wanted to say something, too, but either didn't know how or was too afraid to pop the bubble you had found yourselves in.

After you ate, Marcus made a move to wash the dishes but you quickly stopped him. The time you had left now was too precious to waste on things like that. You didn't say that, of course, but instead you wrapped his arm around you so you could burrow into his chest. Neither of you said a word. You didn't need to. You could both feel each minute ticking away, bringing you closer and closer to morning. You closed your watery eyes and pressed your ear against his chest, listening to the steady thump, thump, thump of his heart, wishing you could somehow bottle it so you could listen to it when he was long gone and you were all alone.

You wished you knew what to say to make it easier, but you couldn't think of a single thing. You tried to put into words how he made you feel without sounding like a complete psychopath, but you came up empty. So you continued to stand quietly in your kitchen, holding one another close, breathing each other in and trying to savor every single second you had together.

He whispered your name so you forced your eyes open and looked up. His eyes were also shiny with unshed tears and that was all it took for your face to crumple and tears to flow freely down your cheeks. He quickly cupped the back of your head and feverishly pressed his lips against yours as his own tears began to fall. How would you be able to get up and make breakfast in that kitchen without thinking of him? How would you be able to ever wash your sheets for fear of losing his scent? Christ, how on earth would you be able to write that month's article without being institutionalized?

"Marcus," you sobbed before locking your lips together again. It was the desperation in your voice that made him bend his knees, grab the backs of your thighs and wrap your legs around his middle so he could walk you both to your bedroom without breaking the kiss.

With all the care in the world, he delicately removed your clothes until your naked bodies were tangled together in bed, hands roaming over each other's skin as if you were trying to draw a map.

"Do not cry, my sweet girl," he whispered while hooking one of your legs over his forearm. He tipped his head down for just a moment so he could line himself up with your center before focusing back on you. His thumb wiped the tears from your cheek and he gave you a sad smile. "It would be a waste to spend what time we have left crying."

You nodded and took a few deep breaths before wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and pulling him in for a deep kiss right as he sunk himself inside you. He groaned into your mouth and his grip around your leg tightened until his hips became flush with yours.

"Please, allow me to see you, cor mea," he murmured, and you hadn't even realized your eyes squeezed shut. You opened them and stared up at him looking at you like you were his only salvation. The words crawled up your throat and slid down to the tip of your tongue, begging to be said, but you swallowed them back down.

It was too fast. It was all too fast and you didn't have the luxury of time to figure it out. But what you did have was him, in that very moment, and you refused to waste it.

You bucked your hips up slightly, giving him the green light to move, so he did. He went slow. He took his time dragging the heavy length of him in and out while his mouth never left your skin. If he wasn't kissing your lips then he was kissing your jaw, your neck, your shoulders - anywhere he could reach, he left his mark. It was the type of mark that burned your skin and settled deep below the surface, flowing through your veins and directly into your soul. The kind of mark that made you want to say something your brain thought was incredibly foolish but your heart was screaming otherwise.

To distract yourself from your thoughts, you wrapped your arms and legs around him and tilted to your side. He understood what you wanted and rolled the both of you over so you were on top, gasping for air. The new position had him reaching a spot that made you see stars and you needed to take a moment to collect yourself before you began to move.

"Oh, fuck," you whimpered, tilting your head back towards the ceiling and shifting your hips ever so slightly. Marcus grinned up at you, his big hands sliding up your thighs to settle on your hips.

"You are so beautiful like this," he told you softly. You dropped your chin back down to look at him, your entire being vibrating with adoration. "You fit around me so perfectly, my love. Do you feel that?" he asked when his cock pulsed inside of you. Your jaw dropped and you nodded. "That is what you do to me. You make me harder than I ever thought imaginable, yet your beautiful body takes me so well."

The praise made your chest warm. You began to roll your hips slowly, savoring every inch of him inside you with your hands braced on his broad shoulders for support when Marcus groaned and leaned forward to catch your breast in his mouth. The feel of his prickly beard against your skin combined with the way he flicked his tongue over your nipple made your back arch and your face pinch with pleasure.

Without warning, Marcus sat up and wrapped one arm around your waist while the other braced himself on the mattress so he could rock his hips in rhythm with yours. Your mouths hovered over each other as you began to move a little faster, your gasps and pants mingling together in the otherwise quiet room.

You could feel the familiar crest building deep inside you and you tried to fight it. Marcus, ever attentive, quickly figured it out and frowned.

"Let go, my sweet," he ordered, but you shook your head.

"I don't want it to end," you whimpered, forehead falling to rest on his shoulder. His arm squeezed around you tighter and his jaw clenched, desperately trying to hold off until you found your release first.

"I plan on taking you as many times as you will allow tonight," he said, lips brushing against your ear and sending a shiver down your spine. "Please, let go," he urged, grinding his hips up against you. "My only wish is to take care of you."

Your heart rattled in its cage at his words, your body growing weak and melting into his hold, giving into his request far too easily. With a raspy moan that resembled his name, you reached your climax, body shuddering in his lap while he whispered words of encouragement in your ear.

When he felt you relax, he groaned and started to move faster, your slick coating his length more and more with each deep thrust. You tilted your face from your spot on his shoulder to find his lips, your tongue plunging languidly into his mouth while he continued to fuck up into you. You had never felt so at peace than in that moment with Marcus. His presence was everywhere; his arms were wrapped tightly around your middle, pressing your sweaty chests together so close, you could feel his heart beating in time with yours. His spend, thick and sticky, was leaking out of you and down his shaft after he came. He was so warm and strong and powerful that it had your head spinning and your heart aching for more. And that is exactly what he gave you.

Marcus spent the rest of the night worshipping you. He cleaned you in the shower only to make a mess of you half an hour later. He massaged your hips and legs when they grew too shaky and weak. He held you close, lovingly stroking your hair when you needed a break. And when you finally couldn't keep your eyes open any longer, he wrapped you up in his arms and let you fall asleep on his chest, perfectly calm and content for the last time.

But it wasn't enough.

"Are you alright?"

You kept your eyes squeezed shut and you shook your head. Marcus sighed from his place next to your bed and bent down to tilt your chin up, unearthing your face from your pillow.

"Please look at me," he pleaded. You couldn't deny him anything, but especially so given you only had a few hours left, so you opened your eyes and gazed at him mournfully. He gave you a small smile and lovingly stroked your cheek.

"I will never forget this for as long as I live. You have given me something I never felt worthy of," he said softly. Tears instantly stung your eyes and your lip began to quiver.

"Don't," you whispered thickly. His eyes flashed with something you couldn't identify and he eagerly leaned forward.

"What?" he whispered. "Do not what?"

Don't go, don't go, don't go.

You were going to say it. You were going to be selfish and beg him not to go, to stay with you because now that you've had him, you can't imagine a life without him. And you fucking swore by the way he was looking at you that he might actually stay.

With your heart pounding nervously in your chest, you reached out for his hand and opened your mouth just to be interrupted by a sharp knock on your bedroom door.

"You guys in there?" Danny called through the wood. "We're all ready to go here. Lizard's waiting in a tow away zone out front, we gotta jet."

You swallowed the lump in your throat and forced yourself to get up, not catching the disappointed look on Marcus's face. You probably looked like shit, your hair was a mess and you hardly got enough sleep, but you didn't care. You tugged on a sweatshirt and pulled the hood over your head before taking Marcus's hand and opening the door. Danny was waiting, leaning against the wall looking at his phone, when you emerged.

"Fun night?" he asked with a wink. You shoved his shoulder and pulled Marcus down the hallway towards your front door, only pausing to grab his weapons and the clothes he arrived in.

"Did you call into work again?" Danny asked just to cut the unbearable silence that filled Lizard's fifteen year old shitty sedan. You nodded and continued to solemnly stare out the window. Marcus took your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze but you were finding it difficult to look at him because if you did, you were certain you would burst into tears.

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, you repeated to yourself when you pulled up to the familiar split level, faded green home Lizard grew up in. You took Marcus's hand as you walked behind Danny and Lizard, each heavy step bringing you closer and closer to heartbreak.

"We'll distract his mom, you sneak Marcus down to the basement," Danny told you. You nodded and stared down at the ground, your unusual silence giving your brother pause before he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck and turned back around.

"Hey, Mrs. Delio! We're back!" Danny called extra loudly into the house. You quietly snuck in after them while they hurried to the kitchen to stop her from stepping out and seeing you before you could sneak downstairs.

"Are we in a dungeon?" Marcus asked when you turned on the light and he saw the concrete walls and floors with only one small window in the corner of the room. You were about to explain it to him when you spotted the time machine in all it's glory, sitting proudly next to the washer and dryer, and you froze. Marcus felt you stiffen next to him and he turned around only to sadly drop his gaze when he noticed what caught your attention. He twisted your body towards him and took you by both shoulders before taking a deep breath and looking you dead in the eye.

"My love-" he began softly, but then Danny and Lizard came rushing down the stairs. You sniffled and looked away so they wouldn't see how emotional you were, but Marcus pinched your chin and forced your eyes back to him.

"We're all set! She's heading out in a few to play bridge, she won't even notice we're gone til we're back," Lizard said as he began to power up the time machine, completely oblivious. You swallowed thickly, eyes still glued to Marcus and heart thumping so fast that you could hear the blood rushing in your ears.

"You ready, big guy?" Lizard asked excitedly as he opened the door and peeked inside the tiny vessel. Danny cleared his throat and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Give 'em a minute," he said quietly, and for the first time all week you felt thankful for your little brother. Lizard turned around, his eyes bouncing back and forth between you two until it dawned on him. He nodded before taking a few steps away to pretend to look at something on his computer with Danny in order to give you a little privacy.

"My love," Marcus began again, holding both your hands tightly in his. "It is difficult to put into words how I feel," he said, taking in a shaky breath. "I wish I were able to show you, but I do not have any talents. If I were a poet, I would write sonnets of your eyes. If I were a musician, I would write ballads of your laughter. If I could create art, I would sculpt and paint for hours to capture the essence of your beauty. But I am just a man, and my foolish words will have to suffice."

Fat, hot tears began to unabashedly roll down your cheeks and your eyebrows pinched together as you tried to memorize every single second before it was gone.

One tear fell from the corner of his eye and he gave you a sad smile. "I have never felt like this before-" he said, but you stopped him, unable to hold back any longer.

"I love you," you sobbed, not even noticing the way Danny's head snapped to look at you in surprise. "I know it's fast and stupid but I love you and I'm sorry but I couldn't let you go without telling you."

Marcus grabbed your face with both hands and pulled you in for a deep, breathtaking kiss. Both your lips were trembling and your tears were mixing together on your cheeks but it didn't matter. Nothing else mattered except the two of you in that moment.

He pulled back and pressed his forehead against yours before whispering, "And I love you, cor mea. You are my sanctuary. I wish to spend the rest of my days cherishing you and making you happy."

"Then stay," you begged, the words finally slipping past your lips with such earnest desperation, your voice cracked. "Please. Stay with me. Please-"

He pulled you in for another urgent kiss but this time, he wrapped both arms around you and pinned you tightly to his chest, pouring every ounce of emotion he had into it.

"Are- are you certain?" he stammered when he finally released your swollen lips. You gazed up at him with bleary eyes and nodded with a wide smile. You could feel his heart beating rapidly under your hand, which was pressed firmly against his chest, and he broke out in a huge grin.

"They couldn't have this conversation before I got a parking ticket this morning?" Lizard muttered to Danny under his breath, but Danny just elbowed him in the side, unable to look away from the two of you with a big smile of his own.

"I never thought I would feel happiness such as this," Marcus whispered in your ear, tears falling freely from both of you but for an entirely different reason now. You giggled into his neck, tugging him even closer, afraid to let him go even though he agreed to stay.

Danny clapped his hands, breaking the two of you up but Marcus still held you protectively against his side and you kept one arm wrapped around his waist when you turned to face your brother.

"So, no time travel today?" he asked, cocking his head to the side with a smirk.

"There is nothing left for me there," Marcus announced, the dread of being a disgraced man on the run or a gladiator becoming a distant memory. "Everything I ever wanted is right here. I apologize to you both for any additional work this has caused."

"No apology necessary," Danny said, squeezing Marcus on the shoulder good-naturedly. Lizard cleared his throat and took a few steps forward. You narrowed your eyes when you saw he was about to speak and quickly cut him off.

"I'll pay for the goddamn parking ticket, Lizard!"

He smiled at you sweetly, pleased he got exactly what he wanted. "So happy for you both, by the way."

You rolled your eyes and looked back up at Marcus.

"Do you want to go home?"

He smiled down at you warmly, his eyes dancing with adoration and happiness before bending forward to brush his lips tenderly over yours.

"Yes, my love. Let us go home."

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Creep!Reader with Male Survivors (Part 2)

You're one cruel and sick creep, and you plan to let every survivor know that.

Jake Park

He doesn't feel much towards you

To him, you're just another killer he needs to evade

Jake won't let you use his emotions against him

You don't really like to chase him

"Come on! Smile or something"

Your camera is in his face as he just stares at you nonchalantly

You huff and storm away while muttering

"Danny's right; you're a waste of memory space"

Ironically, you don't see his look of confusion

Who the hell was Danny?

Jake never seems to be stressed by the things you put him through

He's as calm and cold as the fog

He rarely ever talks to you

You find that pretty boring

You've resorted to doing the most unhinged shit you can think of to get a reaction out of him

Kiss his cheek while you carry him to hook?

He just keeps wiggling out like normal

Camp and tunnel him?

He avoids your gaze and hangs there silently

It's getting frustrating

Unfortunately for Jake, you have plenty of time for new ideas

You have plenty of time. You have even more when you kill everyone but Jake and leave him slugged.

He was sprawled on the grimy ground, blood oozing from his wounds. You knelt beside him, your demeanor oddly nonchalant for the grim circumstances. Your fingers idly toyed with your whip.

"You gonna say something?" you asked, the curiosity in your tone almost casual, like you were discussing the weather. Your camcorder dangled lazily from your hand, recording the macabre scene.

Yet, Jake remained defiantly silent. His teeth were clenched, and he steadfastly avoided meeting your eyes, determined to deny you even the tiniest shred of satisfaction, refusing to give you the reaction you so desperately craved.

With an impatient sigh, you found the silence dreadfully monotonous. An idea struck you, and you slowly extended your hand, pushing a finger into one of Jake's open wounds.

Jake couldn't contain his agony any longer. He let out a primal scream through gritted teeth, his suffering reminiscent of a wounded animal's cry. It was a satisfying sound, one that you had longed to hear.

A sinister grin crept across your lips as you chuckled softly. "Finally," you remarked in a more casual tone, "I knew you had something fun for me." With a sadistic glint in your eyes, you continued to toy with his wound, and Jake clenched the ground beneath him, his face contorted in pain.

Still, he refused to speak to you. He eventually bled out before you could manage to reach his insides up to your elbow.

Bill Overbeck

Bill is absolutely unnerved by you

You seem to be infatuated with the older male survivors

This doesn't bode well for him

"You run pretty well for a smoker"

He hears your awful laughter as he tries to loop you

Bill grits his teeth as he slams a pallet on you

He smiles a little when he hears your cry of pain

You seem to not handle fakes very well

Bill has slammed almost every pallet on the map on you

He can hear the grinding of your teeth under your wolf mask

"That fucking hurt"

Looks like you getting tilted, Bill smirks

"Remember that pain when you chase me, dumbass"

Bill doesn't stay to see your reaction

But a chill goes through his body when he hears you make a promise

"I'll give you something to remember, forever"

He stays on high alert as he escapes the chase

His mistake was caring for the others

He probably should've realized it was a trap

You hooked Feng and waited close by

When Bill felt you pull him onto your shoulder as he went for the save, his heart sank

He began to wiggle like hell

You don't take him to a hook; you just plop him down on the floor

You knelt beside Bill, your ever-present camcorder continuing to document his pain. The werewolf mask loomed over him as your hand reached out to touch his back, fingers tracing patterns.

Bill's stomach churned, and the urge to vomit threatened to overcome him. He fought desperately to crawl away from you, the taste of dirt and despair mingling in his mouth. But it was a futile struggle. You were a relentless force, like a predatory creature toying with its prey.

With a sickening, calculated grace, you knelt upon his back, your weight crushing him down into the unforgiving ground. Bill's world shrank to a suffocating tunnel of terror. As the unfeeling lens of your camcorder captured every agonizing moment, he couldn't help but wonder who the recordings were for.

As your hand ventured lower and lower towards his ass, Bill's panic surged to a fever pitch. He thrashed about violently, desperately trying to evade your touch, his heart pounding in his chest like a trapped animal. The dread of what might happen next gnawed at his very soul.

But then, like a twisted reprieve, the unmistakable popping of a generator broke through the realm's silence. Your hand withdrew, and you let out an exasperated sigh. The unexpected interruption seemed to momentarily spare Bill from further torment.

"Maybe next time, Pookie bear," you cooed, your tone dripping with a perverse affection that sent shivers down his spine. You rose to your feet and began to walk off towards the main building.

Bill felt unclean.

Ashley Williams

One of the few who tolerated you

He was quite the annoyance sometimes

Fuck Mettle of Man

But you liked him

He was always fun to chase

Witty remarks and flirts back and forth

"Stay still, Handy Manny"

"Sorry kiddo, no can do. Maybe drop your fetish whip and then we'll talk"

It was really refreshing

So much so that you let him have the hatch if he's the last one

Sometimes

The footage you have of him is basically one long blooper reel

Even when you carry him he's pretty chill, even as he wiggles

"Aw come on, throw me a bone will ya?"

"You brought Head On and Flashbang, hell no"

Even if he doesn't hold grudges, don't expect an easy chase

You rarely chase him at the beginning of trials because he's that good

Frustrating, but in an amusing way

It helps that he's pretty smoking

Groovy

"You're really something, Ash," you purred with wicked allure, your werewolf mask hiding the twisted grin that danced on your lips. "I think I want you for my next... film."

Ash couldn't help but chuckle, his voice laced with a playful tone, "Oh, baby, I've seen films like yours at the adult video arcades. You'll have to try harder than that to impress me!"

With a deft leap, he vaulted through a grimy window, your whip striking him with a satisfying snap. But even as pain coursed through his veins, Ash didn't miss a beat, calling back to you, "Nice try, wolfie, but I've had worse dates!"

You hesitate for far too long as you hear him say that. You scoff at your relapse in focus, knowing you probably wouldn't catch up to him now. You record his fleeting form with your camcorder. It wouldn't hurt to have some comedy in your collection.

You wonder if he'll be mad that Ash used his petname for you.

Ghostface, when you told him how your match went:

Bonus~~~~~~~~~~~

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE CALLED YOU WOLFIE?!?!?"

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Can I put in a request where Joaquin and Sam see on the news or get an alert that there is an explosion at reader’s office job (Joaquin’s girlfriend) while she’s there and he panics and rushes over? I don’t know, it was a random story idea I thought of 😂🥰😅

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about this: wc: 661 pairing: joaquin torres x f!reader contents: canon typical violence, anxiety, blood mention, explosions, an: this was such a good idea babe, thanks for sending it in!

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Joaquin feels like all the blood is draining from his body. He’s cold all over and frozen in place, his eyes glued to the TV.

The news station keeps playing it—over and over and over. Like there aren’t lives being lost, like the loved ones of the people inside aren’t bleeding and dying.

Sam comes to stand beside. “Joaquin, isn’t that—”

“Her building. It’s her building,” he whispers in disbelief under his breath.

That’s all he says and then he starts moving. Gathering any and everything he might need to extract you and others more quickly than a police force could.

Sam doesn’t ask questions—just throws on his jacket and grabs his gear, falling in sync with Joaquin’s frantic pace. They don’t speak much on the way out, but Joaquin’s knuckles are white around the steering wheel, his jaw locked so tight he can’t feel anything but the pounding of his heart and the echo of your laugh in his ears. The way you smiled at him that morning. The way you kissed his cheek and told him to “have a good day, wings” like it was any other.

But it’s not any other day; today’s the day he might lose you. That day was supposed to be far, far away.

Smoke is visible before they even make it to your block. It plumes into the air like a warning, like grief. Joaquin parks haphazardly on the sidewalk and bolts from the car before it’s even fully stopped. Sam’s at his side as they flash their IDs, muscles coiled and sharp eyes scanning the chaos.

Fire crews and medics and reporters swarm the scene, civilians being dragged out on stretchers, their faces bloodied, clothing charred. It takes everything in Joaquin not to scream your name, to not tear through the rubble like a man possessed.

“Torres—” Sam says, grabbing his arm, trying to keep him from getting himself hurt or arrested for interfering.

But Joaquin rips free, “Necesito encontrarla.” When Sam opens his mouth in rebuttal, Joaquin doubles down. “I have to find her.”

He gets halfway to the wreckage before someone yells his name.

“Joaquin!”

He spins, heart seizing in his chest at the sight of you.

There you are: covered in soot, hair half-singed, a bandage already pressed to your temple. Your hands tremble as you stand with the paramedics, a blanket draped around your shoulders.

He nearly falls over himself trying to get to you as quickly as he can.

Your knees buckle when he pulls you into his arms. You bury your face in his chest, inhaling the clean scent of his shirt, the safety of his being in his arms. His hands cradle your face, run over your limbs like he’s checking for every injury, like if he doesn’t touch you fast enough you might disappear.

“I thought—fuck, I thought you were gone,” he breathes, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I thought I was too,” you whisper, eyes fluttering shut as you let yourself relax further against.

He kisses you like he’s afraid to lose the chance. It’s messy and desperate and too public, but he doesn’t care. His hands shake as he grips you, anchoring himself with the feel of your body in his arms.

“I’ll always come for you,” he assures, voice thick with emotion. “Entiendes? Simpre.”

You nod, your mouth brushing his as you say, “Yo sé, Joaquin.”

Sam hovers nearby, eyes scanning the crowd, giving you two your moment but staying close enough in case Joaquin falls apart.

“You’re okay,” Joaquin murmurs over and over, like if he says it enough, it’ll undo the trauma of the past thirty minutes.

But you’re not okay. Not yet. You’re scared and shaken and sore, and the image of flames crawling up the office walls will probably haunt you forever. But you’re alive. You made it out. And he came for you.

That’s enough in the wake of you believing you could’ve lost it all.

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