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pick-me-up-im-scared · 6 months ago

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Call Me When You Need Me (Ellie Williams x Reader) (Fluff)

Short Summary: When your best friend Ellie has problem sleeping you come over to help her. Like you always do!

Author´s Note: Another random idea I got that I thought would be waaay shorter. It´s not that long, but it's longER than I planned to. Istg, the universe wants me to write +5k fanfics. Everythime I come up with an idea for a blur (cause they're way quicker to write) I end up adding so much to it you can't even call it that. Anyway, hope you'll enjoy just a super cute little story! (I'm the person who tries to fill the "ellie x reader"-tag with stuff that isn't smut. Like I didn't just post two smuts right after each other a week ago.................)

Also! Ellie lives in the same house as Joel in this. Even though I'm well aware she has her own "hut" in the game

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(Pictures aren´t mine! I found them on Pinterest)

The empty streets felt oddly peaceful as you wandered down the oh, so familiar road. Only the streetlights lighting up your path as your sleepy feet stumbled on the sidewalk. It wasn’t unusual to find you walking down these streets at 3 am. You found yourself in this situation a little too often. Not that you complain! When your best friend needs you, she needs you. The crispy night air forced you to cross your arms in order to keep some warmth. Despite being near fall you decided to skip out on a jacket and just go with your outwashed hoodie. Big mistake. But it’s not that bad. Though you’d lie if you´d say you didn’t miss your warm, cozy bed. Just the thought was enough to put a drowsy smile on your face. You continued to kick rocks you stumbled upon on the sidewalk as you, trying to not hit any of the parked cars beside you, cause you know.......karma. Soon you noticed the familiar fence you helped painting white one summer. By the looks of it, it could use a little touch-up. Getting onto the lawn you quickly made your way to the back. The house was completely pitch black apart from one single window on the right corner.

You walked over to the corner of the porch, making sure to sneak a few glances through the dark windows, just to make sure Joel wasn’t up to grab a glass of water or something. But you’re just met with your own reflection in the surprisingly clean windows. You jumped up on the fence that tastefully decorated the porch to reach the edge of the roof. You took a sturdy grip around the aged wood before pushing yourself up the brick plated surface. This was nothing new to you. It was more of a routine. Getting called over to your friends house at least five times a week you kinda start to come up with a few tricks to make your arrival more smooth. Why are you climbing the house like you're a fucking monkey? you may as. The first time Ellie called me over you both thought Joel would be pissed if he knew. So you came up with the brilliant idea, with your life at risk, to climb up from the back. Yes, Ellie tired to prevent you from doing it, but you're too stubborn. She knows that damn well. And yes, you're pretty sure you've got a six-pack from all the times you've pushed your whole body onto the porch roof. But by the morning neither of you considered Joel's daily visit. So when he came to tell Ellie it's breakfast he was sure surprised to see you laying there, holding her. But he wasn't mad.....not at all. And when it was time for you to leave he made sure to throw out "You can take the door next time!". Despite that you continued to take your not-so-convenient way into Ellie's room. You saw it more as a fun thing, and you like to believe Ellie enjoys to too. Even thought she mumbled a "You're so dumb" before giving you a welcome hug.

You carfully got up from your crunched up position, being careful not to strainght out your back too much or you'll probably fall down and break your neck. At this height you could outline more details in the only lit up room, as if you didn’t know it by memory. You noticed the small crack Ellie always made sure to leave every night incase she got the urge that’s currently the reason you’re here. She didn’t want to have to get up and open it when you got there. Also, she’s been very clear that you can come over whenever you feel like it. Day as night. You used your finger to loop around the thick glass and push it up enough to give you the opportunity to get a better grip. You slid the glass into the slit, just enough to squeeze yourself through. The noice made Ellie quickly turn her head from her position on her bed. Just the look of you made her smile. "You came!" she happily exclaimed. You giggled "Of course! You said you had problem sleeping”.

Your beaten up sneakers barely got to touch the floor before Ellie threw herself at you, slamming you into the nearby wall. She continued to hug you, tighten up her grip. You chuckled, "Hey, hey! You shouldn't try to mush me like ground beef. Who´s gonna keep you company then?". Ellie let go off you and took a step back, giving you the chance to get away from the wall. "I'm sure you can take it" she snarky remarked "Weren't you the one who's got a six-pack" she sarcastically asked while slapping her hand against your clothed stomach. "Ow!" you screaked while backing way from her hand. Ellie just chucked before making her way back to her bed, signaling you to take place beside her. You let the strap of your backpack slide down your arms before leaving it by the end of Ellie's bed, to then quickly kick off your lazy tied shoes before crawling up the comfy bed.

You let out a deep sigh as your back hit the mattress, "I´ve told you to just call me whenever you need me". "I know" Ellie mumbled before looking to the side, "But you deserve to sleep too". "I never sleep as good as I do in your bed" you reassured her as. She smiled a little, but she wasn't convinced. She's tried to fall asleep by herself when she has one of these...nights, but it's impossible! There's been times where she hasn't called you even thought she should have. Just cause she feels bad for forcing you out of bed. She never told you this or you'd kill her. She's lost count of all the times you've told her to just call you when she feels down or can't sleep.

You place your hands behind your head, looking up at the glow-in-the-dark stickers Ellie swore she'd get rid off, but hasn't "had the time to". But you swore she was lying. She's always been such a bad liar. But you think it's adorable, so you don´t mind. "I swear I'm getting us a house someday. That way you wouldn't have to call me whenever you have problem sleeping", Ellie smirked at you. "Yeah?" she asked while shooting herself closer to your laying from. "Yep! Then you could just come over to my room" you frowned a little "Or we might share the same bedroom...". You shrug "Or I mean, we're sleeping in the same bed now, so we could save a lot of money if we just get one". Ellie smiled at the thought but soon her face fell a little "How would that work when you bring a girl over?". You shot your head to give her a confused face "What the fuck, Ellie?" you grabbed a pillow from behind you to hit her playfully "I don´t even bring that many girls over!". "Suuure" Ellie playfully rolled her eyes while wearing that shit-eating grin.

You huffed before pushing her back against the bed so you could straddle her. Ellie had to stop herself from blushing at the sudden contact, but she's pretty sure you'd still notice if you weren't busy continuing hitting her with the pillow. You giggle "You play me out to be some type of slut!". She just shrugged "Maybe you are". You huffed once more, louder this time, before getting off Ellie's lap with a defeated look. "Fuck you, Ellie" you mumbled before throwing the pillow at her. She just laughs as she catches it and put it back to its original place. "Should we get to bed now? You know, the reason I'm here?". "Oh!" Ellie quickly adjusted herself "Yeah, that'd be nice". You grabbed the cover that was messily tossed to the side and placed it over you to. "You want me to read you a bed time story?". Ellie laughed "Fuck you, (y/n)". You smirked as you reached over her to turn off the lamp on her beside table. The feeling of your body being pressed against her made it hard for Ellie to focus, but thank god you soon got back to your previous position behind her.

You wrapped your arms around her frame before pulling her into your embrace. Transferring your warmth onto her. “You don’t have to come here every time, you know?” Ellie clarified. “No, I know” you answered “But I want to” you added before burring your face in the nape of her neck, automatically squeeze her torso a little tighter. Ellie couldn’t help but release a relaxed sigh, finally at peace.

#ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams #tlou ellie #ellie williams tlou #tlou #the last of us #tlou2 #the last of us part two #ellie x reader fluff

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bountyhaunter · 4 months ago

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TIMING: Current. LOCATION: WR general hospital SUMMARY: Daiyu tries to text her siblings while in the hospital, but decides against it. CONTENT WARNINGS: General hospital descriptions.

Daiyu shared a room with an elderly man called Robert, who she'd started calling Robbie the moment she'd gained enough strength to be a little shit. This had been surprisingly fast, according to all nurses present, who thought her annoying ways a little odd, given the traumatic injuries marring her body. It was impressive to a frustrating degree how quickly the patient used her damage voice box to make bad jokes and come up with bad nicknames, though Daiyu knew very little else to do. Robbie had to be playfully bullied. She had to do something besides lay in the relative silence of the hospital.

Of course, she could invite people. Robbie had visitors, who thought her both pitiful and annoying. It was a fair assessment, considering her bandages and solitude contrasted with her big mouth and lame quips. Daiyu wanted to call out to them in a way that was less provocative, to ask them what it was like to feel the urge to visit hospitalized visitors. To ask them to visit her too. She wanted one of those stupid helium balloons. But she did not ask Robbie's family, nor her own, nor the strange combination of acquaintances she'd made in town.

In stead, she kept her phone battery charged and went online. Snarked to some strangers, tried to cover the fall out of the Keep unsuccessfully, asked for help with her dog. Daiyu did not ask anyone to come, though. It was easier to keep it all online. To speak through text, rather than reveal her raspy voice and her leathery skin. To chat about eating cheeseburgers as if she wasn't nauseated by the medication and the smell of burning flesh that had not yet left her nose. It was easy to show bravado behind that silly profile picture while typing words, even if her arm hurt when she did so.

She heard that Rafael had been given a little wake at the bar and wished she could have been there. Mark Stanson was impossible to keep away from the hospital, but she figured it was only because he wanted to keep her patronage after all that had occurred, and not because he cared.

To be cared for was a notion beyond her understanding. The nurses did a good job of it, but they were paid to. The people who knew about her predicament might want to, but Daiyu kepther them. And her family …

There were a few moments where she opened her text messages with her sister and typed fervently until her broken arm was sore. Inna, she had typed, Do you ever think they should get hunter insurance? Like, I think that's totally something you should get into. Just charge other hunters a fuck ton so in the case they end up in hospital for some reason, they don't have to pay a fuck ton. But ofc most of us are too stubborn to go to hospital, so you'd turn an impressive profit. Been thinking about it lots but I don't feel like becoming an insurance mogul. But like, you can go for it. Take my idea and just give me 10% or something, lol. Oh, right, I was thinking about this because I am in the hospital. In Wicked's Rest, if you feel like coming East. JK, stay where you are. You smell too bad, they'd never let you in. But yeah, got into one of those situations where a first aid box and some staples ain't enough. Sucks ass, man. It's expensive here. And the food's shit, not that I feel like eating it. The guy next to me has people coming by every day. They use a Google calendar and everything to make sure he doesn't go a day without visitors. Would you come if I ask? Not that I'd ask, because again, you smell too bad. It'd be a health risk and I don't want you to embarrass yourself like that. But would you ever do that? A fucking Google calendar? Maybe I would, once you get old and sicky (in like three yrs). Anyway. Some fucking lavagirl jumped me. I didn't even start it! I know you won't believe that, but this time I'm so fr. I was just going to my car and she was killing another hunter who was also just getting to his car? Crazy shit. Anyway. They had to do skin grafts. NASTY! It's fine, though. My scars will look more bad ass than any of yours. You'd cry if you had these kinda burn scars, too. Ummm whatever. I'm fine, though. Just waiting for the right opportunity to make my escape. Don't forget my hunter insurance idea, it's a total get rich quick scheme. How's shit at home? Dad's still not croaked it? Damn huh, I thought

The message had been deleted before she could send it. She'd blocked her sister's number to resist the urge to text her in a moment of weakness and had unblocked her a few days later, just in case of emergency.

Vissarion had been met with a wall of unsent text as well, of course. Vis, you won't believe it. Lavagirl is real. She's probably a fae and also an absolute cunt. I tried to fight her and I lost but if you had tried to fight her, you would have totally died. I'm so bored though. Most boring part of being a hunter, am I right? Waiting for your fucking bones and skin to heal. Anyway, just thought I'd message you. Only because I'm bored to tears. Do you want to come hang out? I want to throw jello at you or whatever. You'd totally hate this town, it's quaint and cute and filled to the brim with weird shit. Have you spoken to dad? Lol who am I kidding you're probably sitting next to him right now and so I'm not going to send this because you'd tattle about me being hurt and that is NOT happening. You suck.

Vissa had received a Blingee gif in stead of the above message, which he left on read and didn't respond to, as was par of the course. Daiyu's finger had hovered over the call button, remembering a long time ago where Vissa had crouched across from her when she'd fallen and messed up her knees. She remembered, too, how he'd carried her from a den of werewolves similarly to how Mark had taken her from that parking lot. She never reached out more besides that one gif.

Her dad was not spared any impulse. She also refused to open her messages with uncle Nik, if only because she knew she'd reach out and that he'd come. That couldn't be.

The solitude was a self imposed consequence of getting hurt. It was how it was meant to be. You only showed people your teeth, never your bleeding gums. She'd put her scars on proud display, proof of having survived where Rafael hadn't, but she would never show the forming of said scars. The period before, where she watched Robbie receive another sister and a drawing from a young niece with a hollowness in her chest, where she longed in the quiet dark for Nugget's snout against her hand, where she heard the whirring and beeping of the hospital and had to wait until she could present herself again as brave and resilient, out in the real world outside that white room where she was alone, again.

#solo.

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the-cult-of-russo · 2 years ago

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Just Beneath The Flames (Part 3)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: cursing, smut at some point probably lmao, zombie shit, typical canon violence. You know the drill.

A/N: Massive shoutout to @idaofinfinity for being my biggest cheerleader with everything I'm writing right now. I love all the kind words and hearing what you think, it always makes me smile. I'm so happy you guys are enjoying this story, so far, it's been fun to write.

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You had no idea how long you and Billy had been sitting there but it felt like forever and it had gone dark. Billy had gone from intently staring out at the dead, looking like he was ready to jump out of the treehouse, to just sitting there blankly staring at the wall opposite and the silence was uncomfortable.

“I’m sure they’ll be okay,” you murmured lamely, not even feeling comfortable saying those words but trying to be comforting anyway. All you got in response was a sniff and it wasn’t really directed at you. This whole thing was making you antsy and you shifted where you sat.

“Who’s that?” he asked after the longest silence in history. You glanced at what he was looking at, seeing a picture of you and your brother tacked up on the wall. It was the only proof he’d existed and you never traveled without it. Everywhere you set up camp it was there.

“Me and my brother Sam,” you replied, feeling your throat close up at even muttering his name. He glanced at you and seeing the anguish you couldn't hide on your face, he seemingly decided to shut up. He sighed, looking back outside. The sea of the dead had passed not too long ago but both of you knew it wouldn't do any good going right down. They could come back and then either go to the camp or you and Billy would be stuck here longer. You’d just been waiting for the roamers below to leave but it seemed like they were dead set on staying as they growled and groaned, stumbling around the tree.

“We should wait,” you cautioned lightly, knowing what was going through his head. He glared at you then, a bright fire behind his almost black eyes.

“I can’t wait. I needta get back to see… they could be…” his mouth clamped shut audibly, a dark look passing over his face. You felt bad for him, you knew this bullshit far too well. It was why you preferred being alone now.

“If you go down there now, you’ll end up getting your legs bit. What good would you be then?” you asked, giving him a firm look and a raised brow. He took a deep inhale and you idly wondered if he was refraining from clipping you around the head.

“I can’t just sit here with my thumb up my ass, Y/N,” he growled. You nodded, standing up and moving to the other side of the treehouse. You grabbed your bow and your arrows and moved back to the doorway with Billy watching you curiously. You crouched at the doorway, loading an arrow in your bow and focusing as you aimed it at one of the dead. You let your arrow fly and it went right into the temple, making it drop to the floor. You could have done this a little earlier but you didn’t want to risk anything drawing the crowd back. You fired arrow after arrow, some of the shots taking a little time to line up as they kept moving and being up here made it a little difficult. Especially when they went around the tree or under the treehouse. The darkness also didn’t help. But eventually, the last body dropped and you swore you heard Billy let out a sigh of relief. He didn’t wait or say anything before he was clambering down the ladder quickly. You left your bow inside before you followed him, you’d collect your arrows later.

You didn’t really need to go with him, these weren’t your people. Yet you did feel a pull to them and you also wanted to know if they were okay. A part of you also worried about Billy and what he might find if they weren’t. Billy didn’t seem to mind you coming along, he didn’t even acknowledge it as you walked side by side, both on high alert for any stragglers. It was just past halfway there when he started to slow down and when you looked at him, his face was pale and his eyes looked wild and panicked.

“Billy?” you questioned warily, wondering if he might have seen something. He stopped and a hand came to rest on the tree next to him, the other coming to his chest and then you noticed he seemed to be having difficulty breathing as his chest heaved.

“Billy?” you asked again, more firmly this time as you moved to stand in front of him.

“I can’t… I can’t breathe,” he bit out, eyes darting around. You blinked at him with a frown before realization dawned on you. He was having a panic attack.

“It’s okay, just take deep breaths,” you murmured softly, moving closer to him. His frantic eyes landed on you then.

“I just said… I can’t breathe…” he muttered angrily through his heaving gasps.

“Listen to me, okay? Just focus on me. It’s fine, you’re gonna be fine. Do it like this, in through the nose, out through the mouth,” you soothed in a gentle voice despite his tone, showing him what to do as you breathed in slow and deep through your nose and out through your mouth. His hand suddenly seized yours in a death grip and you’d admit he was squeezing it so tightly that it hurt like a bitch. You didn’t say anything though as he copied your motion and you repeated it with him. It took him a few goes before his breathing started to regulate and it was only once he took a few normal breaths that his eyes stopped looking so wild and he let go of your hand. He looked shocked almost by what had happened, frowning in confusion before he shook his head and started walking hurriedly again like nothing had happened. You caught up with him, keeping in step with him as you eyed him carefully.

“Sorry… I uh… I don’t know what the fuck happened,” he muttered, sounding put out as he refused to look at you.

“It’s okay, it was just a panic attack,” you reassured lightly. He didn’t stop walking but his head whipped to you with an offended look on his face.

“I don’t have panic attacks, alright?” he huffed and you rolled your eyes.

“There’s nothing wrong with having panic attacks, Billy. It doesn’t make you any less manly or anything. It’s normal in this world, the whole thing is pretty traumatic,” you frowned. He didn’t reply and you didn’t push it, he looked rather uncomfortable that you’d witnessed it.

Before long you were weaving through the trees to get to the camp and you saw everyone milling around, the kids presumably in the tent that seemed to be set up for them. Your body relaxed infinitely seeing that they were okay and Billy made a beeline for Frank, almost barreling into him as he gave him a hug.

“The fuck man?” Frank snorted, patting Billy’s back.

“Where have you been? We were going to send a search party out,” Karen asked, watching on amused as Billy wouldn’t let go of Frank.

“We started to take bets on if you two were banging each other,” Foggy grinned impishly and you gave him a blank look at his words.

“We got caught up in a herd,” you replied, a grave look on your face. Billy moved away then and Frank’s eyes assessed him carefully.

“We thought they mighta come from this way. We couldn’t uh… we couldn’t come right away ‘cause they took fuckin’ forever to leave. She has a treehouse and we were up there, we had to wait it out,” Billy muttered with a frown.

“Which way did they go?” Frank asked as his eyes went from Billy to you.

“South, past my camp. I think it should be fine though as long as nothing brings them back around this way. There might be a few stragglers in the forest but it should be safer now they passed through,” you explained softly. You felt a little better now they were gone, a little less like you were waiting for the other shoe to drop. You were just glad everyone was safe.

“Alright, that's good,” Frank mused, nodding seemingly to himself.

“Well, I’ve had too much excitement for one day. I think I’m gonna head out and get to bed,” you snorted ruefully, eyes drifting to Billy as he hugged Karen and they spoke quietly. You weren’t used to so much drama, not anymore.

“You just stay safe, alright? And thanks… for keepin’ Bill safe. I know what he’s like, I bet you had a real hard time of it tryin’ to get him to stay put and wait it out,” Frank said with a knowing smile on his face. Your lips curled up a little as you nodded.

“I’m just glad he listened,” you replied with a playful eye roll.

“Well, don’t be a stranger. Feel free to drop in at any time,” he smiled, patting your arm before he walked over to the others. You didn’t really want to stick around and get another round of goodbyes as you’d been here earlier so you turned to make your way home. You barely made it two steps before someone grabbed your wrist and you whirled around to see Billy.

“I just… Thanks… for… you know,” he muttered awkwardly. He wouldn’t look at you and you knew he was uncomfortable about the whole thing.

“Don’t have to thank me. Like I said, shit like that’s pretty normal in this world. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” you said softly, hoping to put him at ease. He nodded, still not looking at you and holding himself tightly. He was still holding your wrist so you were unable to leave. His eyes finally met yours then, obsidian orbs feeling like they were looking right through you.

“Be careful out there,” his tone was heavy and serious and you nodded.

“I’ll try,” you smiled, unable to give him anything better because it wasn’t like you could predict the future. Anything could happen. He nodded tensely again and finally let go of you.

“Don’t follow me this time,” you smirked teasingly, finally earning a smile from him.

“Think I learned my lesson on that one,” he snorted, making you smile. You both looked at each other for a long moment and you felt that weirdness creep in, like you didn’t know what to say. So you just nodded before you turned around and headed back home. This time luckily you were unfollowed and there were no herds. You came across two stray roamers but you didn’t mind as you put them down. It almost felt normal once again.

Five days later you were sitting in your treehouse and sharpening your knife. You were feeling a little antsy. This was the longest you’d set up anywhere since you had a group. After the fall of your entire group, you’d roamed around like one of the dead ones until you found this place. But now you were feeling far too cooped up. You were considering hitting up some stores, always ready to go looking for something that might prove useful or food to store for the upcoming winter. But they were a while away on foot so you were trying to motivate yourself for the trek. The closest stores were all picked clean and you knew because you were probably the last one there to take what was left.

“Knock knock,” the voice floated from below and you stilled your motions, peeping out of the doorway to see Karen standing below your treehouse with a grin. You smiled to yourself and threw the ladder down.

“Come on up,” you smiled, making her grin widen as she made her way up. You hadn’t seen anyone from the other camp since the herd ordeal, you hadn't really had a reason to go. And while Frank had told you that you could go at any time, you didn’t really want to if you didn’t have a reason. It felt weird, like you were intruding almost. Karen was a little breathless when she got to the top and snorted at herself as she flopped to sit on the floor, wiggling out of her backpack.

“I hope you don’t mind me just turning up. Billy told me where you were, or more like he drew me a little map,” she laughed lightly, waving around a scrap piece of paper in her hand.

“But I’m not very good with directions and I got a little lost… found you in the end anyway,” she beamed and you snorted a little.

“I don’t mind,” you shrugged with a smile. It was nice to see her, you really liked her.

“I got you a gift,” she grinned mischievously, rummaging around in her backpack for a moment. You were about to tell her she didn’t need to get you anything but then suddenly, in her hand you saw a chocolate bar and you felt like the world had stopped turning for a moment. When was the last time you’d even seen one of those things? You couldn't even remember. She handed it to you and you took it carefully as if it was some sacred object as you blinked at it.

“Where the hell did you find this?” you asked incredulously, turning your eyes to her and her shit-eating grin.

“Some of the guys went on a run to the next town over, picked up some things. There were a few candy bars and obviously the kids got first picks and then me and Sarah. There wasn’t enough for everyone and the guys were fighting over the last one. Billy took it and we all thought he ate it, but when I asked him where to find you he gave it to me. So technically, it’s a gift off Billy,” she shrugged with a smirk. You were a little surprised at the gesture but you wondered if he felt like he had to make up for the panic attack thing after he’d handled it so badly.

“Well, tell him thanks,” you grinned, ripping it open. You didn’t even care as you ate it greedily with a moan, Karen watching you amused.

“I know, right? It was like the best thing I’d eaten in my life,” she giggled. She wasn’t wrong. Candy bars and snacks were something you took for granted in the old world, never really understanding that at some point in your life you’d never see them again. You doubted you’d ever see one again after this so you tried to savor it yet still ate it like a woman starved at the same time, unable to help yourself.

“Holy shit, that was amazing,” you murmured after you’d done, unabashedly licking the chocolate from the wrapper and she smiled at you.

“So, how have things been?” she asked amicably as she shifted to be more comfortable on the floor.

“The same old shit, you know how it is,” you snorted, making her laugh.

“Yeah, it’s kinda boring without TV and things to do now,” she mused with a sad smile.

“Yep. But the boring is a little better than the overexcitement of running for your life so…” you trailed off ruefully. You did miss it a little though. The being on the road constantly, the never having to sit down with nothing to do but have your morbid thoughts consume you. It had given your brain something else to focus on than all you’d lost and now it was all that was going on in your brain on a loop. You didn’t miss being hungry or feeling unsafe and tired, but you were itching to be out there once more. You didn’t like it but couldn't shake it. You should be happy you found somewhere safe, especially after meeting Karen’s group. But you didn't feel happy at all. You felt trapped and uncomfortable, it all felt far too stale.

“How’s Billy doing?” you asked, going back to sharpening your knife.

“He’s doing okay… Not gonna ask about everyone else?” she asked, a teasing lilt to her voice that made you look up. She had a sly grin painting her face that made you tilt your head as you realized just why she was looking at you that way. You huffed and shook your head.

“Not like that, I just… After the herd thing… he was a little… I don’t know,” you shrugged, not feeling comfortable with outright telling her he’d had a panic attack. With how he’d reacted with you, you were sure he didn’t want everyone knowing. It almost felt like betraying his trust somehow even though you were sure he didn’t really trust you anyway. Karen's amused face slipped as she nodded with a small smile.

“He’s been through a lot… lost a lot, just like Frank. I’m pretty sure he has some PTSD but he refuses to even acknowledge it,” she murmured with a frown. He seemed to type to do that, try and sweep his problems under a rug because he thought it made him seem weak.

“He seems okay though, things have gone back to normal,” she added at your thoughtful face and you nodded. You both spoke about mundane things for a while, both talking about your pasts. You learned she used to be a journalist and also worked for Matt and Foggy who had been lawyers back then. It was nice to get to know her better and you felt like you bonded a bit. It was both a blessing and a curse because it felt good to connect with someone again but you didn’t want to get attached. They’d probably all wind up dead at some point, everyone did. You convinced her to leave before it got dark, not wanting her to walk back in the blanket of the night sky and she’d relented, asking that you’d turn up for dinner at some point soon. You’d acquiesced to get her to leave before she wound up lost in the dark woods and then she left, refusing you to walk her back. Once she was gone, the treehouse felt uncomfortably silent and you didn’t like it. The silence only made your mind louder and you growled, getting annoyed with yourself. The whole time, with and without your group, all you’d wanted was to find somewhere safe to settle down and take root. Somewhere where maybe you could start a life of some kind, even if the world had fallen to pieces. But now here you were, mostly safe and in a good place, yet you didn't feel settled or satisfied. You hated how this new world had changed you, made you rougher around the edges, harder. You’d had to do things you never thought yourself capable of doing and it had changed you. There was a darkness lurking inside of you now that you couldn't seem to get rid of you and really didn’t like it. You decided to get an early night to try and avoid your thoughts and memories plaguing you. Maybe it was best if you left, best if you just looked at a map and picked somewhere to travel to. It would give your mind some reprieve from the constant attacks, give yourself a purpose. Maybe that’s what you were lacking. You’d finally achieved your goal only to find you had nothing left to do, nothing left at all.

You rummaged through the cupboards angrily, knocking things over in the process in your frantic search but you only came back empty-handed. Again. You let out a frustrated growl, slamming the door shut with a loud thud as you stood back up and raked your hand through your hair. You really had no idea what to do. Your brother was on borrowed time here and there wasn’t a damn thing you could do to stop it. He needed a lot of medication for his heart condition but when the world fell, he’d had some with him. Pretty soon into the hell the world had turned into, you’d been more than aware you needed to stock up and thankfully, you’d been able to since people hadn't cleaned out pharmacies completely. But after 7 months, his meds ran out and you couldn't find them anywhere. You’d find one but not others but he needed all of them to be able to survive. The most important was Warfarin and you hadn’t been able to find it in almost two months. This was the fifth pharmacy you’d hit up and yet again, there was nothing.

“We can’t find anything,” Lucas frowned as he came into the room you were in. You looked at him, anguish all over your face as he watched you sympathetically. You appreciated the guys coming every time to try and help the search.

“I don’t… I don’t know what to do,” you lamented, biting down hard on your lower lip as you felt it tremble.

“We’ll head back home and look at the maps again, find another pharmacy,” he murmured as he rubbed your back soothingly. You sniffled with a nod but deep down you knew it was useless. Each time you went you had to go further and further out to find a new pharmacy and you hated being away from Sam not knowing if he’d be there when you got back. You were always aware in the back of your mind that this could happen to Sam, knowing how bad his heart was. He needed a lot of pills and a lot of monitoring but you’d stupidly convinced yourself he’d be okay. That you could handle it. But you couldn't handle it and if he didn’t get his meds soon then he’d be dead and you’d have failed him. Lucas led you out of the empty pharmacy where Oliver was waiting by the truck with a sad look on his face.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he sighed and you knew he meant it. Sam was amazing and everyone in the group could see it. There wasn't a mean bone in his body and he always made time to make people smile and try to brighten their day. They’d all seen his light get dimmer these past few months and everyone was worried. Sam was all you had left of your family, of your old life. You had no idea what happened to your parents but you knew they were most likely dead. You and Sam never spoke of them. But Sam was your entire world and he had been since before the end. You’d doted on him, being close siblings that helped each other with everything. There wasn’t anything you wouldn't do for him then and now but this was something out of your control and you loathed it.

When you got back to the camp, a bunch of tents near a quarry, you made a beeline for Sam’s tent, knowing he’d be in there. He’d been feeling pretty lethargic lately, looking paler than usual. You felt like a time bomb was waiting to explode, especially when you couldn't get the meds he needed to stop him from getting a blood clot. It was late, everyone else asleep with how long it had taken you to get there and back. Lucas and Oliver went to their respective tents as you moved over to where Sam’s was, next to yours nearest the water. You felt a weird sensation as you got outside his tent, like trickling water down your neck that made you feel uneasy. You told yourself it was because you knew you’d failed yet again and you couldn't face him and tell him. You knew how it would go, how it went every time. He’d smile at you and tell you it was fine, that you were trying your best. But your best wasn’t good enough and it sure as fuck wouldn't save him. You heaved a sigh and unzipped his tent, climbing in. He was on his side, half in his sleeping bag. He hated zipping it all that way up, said it made him feel trapped. You toyed with the idea of not waking him, waiting until morning to give him the bad news that you'd failed once again and that you’d be gone again soon to look some more. He hated you leaving, he’d tell you he’d rather you just stayed. But you knew you wouldn't be able to sleep at all if you didn’t tell him now so you crawled over to him and shook his shoulder.

“Sammy?” you said softly, giving him another firmer shake when he didn't move. But there was no response and your heart stuttered in your chest for a moment as you felt that sensation again.

“Sam?” you asked harshly, rolling him on his back. His eyes were closed, lips slightly parted, but again, no response. Your hand went to his neck quickly to feel for a pulse but you couldn't find one.

“No… no,” you muttered in horror, tears welling in your eyes as you gripped both of his shoulders and shook him roughly.

“Wake up, Sammy! You need to wake up!” you insisted, desperation in your tone because he couldn’t be gone. His body jostled with the movement but he still didn’t stir, still wasn't breathing and you let out a broken sob as you covered your mouth. He was dead. He was dead because you were a terrible big sister who couldn't help him. He was dead and you hadn't even been here in his last moments. You felt like you couldn't breathe through your heaving sobs and then his eyes snapped open. You felt a spark of hope hit you right in the chest but it was over before it barely began as milky eyes looked back up at you. You felt far too many things in that moment, mostly complete devastation that you’d lost your little brother who meant everything to you. But more than that, you felt blind rage that you’d failed him, that you hadn’t been able to save him or even be there for him. You felt anger at the fact his radiance had been reduced to nothing more than one of the dead monsters. He groaned, a snarl on his face as his hands reached for you and you grabbed your knife ready, your hand trembling.

“I’m sorry, Sammy,” you muttered emotionlessly, sniffling before you plunged the knife through his eye as he sat up and made a move to grab you. You let go of the knife as if it had burned you, his body falling back down with a thump. All you could do was glare at his body with your knife sticking out of his head until the sun came up and Lucas found you there.

The next day you were in an awful mood. Your night had been plagued with memories worse than anything your brain could concoct as a nightmare and it had left you feeling the same anger as you’d felt the day your brother died. Trying to clear your head, you’d gotten up early and decided to go hunting. It gave you something to focus on as you went after a rabbit that you’d been tracking for a little over an hour. You were a ways from your camp now but you didn't care, trying to only focus on the task at hand. While your brain was somewhat distracted, you still felt that simmering anger bubbling under your skin. The rabbit finally came to a stop and you were relieved and not all at the same time. You were relieved because you didn’t want to stray too far from camp and get caught in a bad situation or get lost, but you also hated the fact it meant this whole thing was almost over and soon enough you’d be back alone at camp and dwelling on everything. You got your bow ready, pulling it back as you looked at the rabbit. You let your arrow go and it hit your target, but less than a second after your arrow landed from the left, another one did and you felt your anger hit you again. You stomped through the trees, head whipping around to the left to see a bewildered Billy looking at you through the trees.

“Mine hit first, it’s mine,” you bit out, not meaning to sound so hostile but you really weren't in the mood.

“Right…” he drawled warily as you stalked over to the rabbit, crouching as you yanked the arrows out of it and tossed Billy’s behind you carelessly. You put your arrow back in your quiver and grabbed the rabbit by its foot, standing up.

“Everythin’ alright?” he asked, sounding cautious and your bitter laugh sounded rough to even your own ears.

“Nothing’s alright, Billy. I lost everyone I came to care about and now I’m alone. I finally have somewhere safe to call home but I hate it. I feel like my own skin doesn't fit anymore. I have nothing to fight for, nothing to live for, so no, nothing’s alright,” you hissed, clamping your mouth firmly shut after your rant as you realized you were ranting to someone you barely knew and it was ridiculous.

“You know what, it doesn't even matter,” you huffed, starting to stalk off back to your camp. It was a lot quicker getting back since you weren’t trying to be stealthy and your anger was making you practically power-walk all the way back. You dropped the rabbit on the floor, getting your knife out before you sat against the tree and started to prep it. It wasn't long after that Billy was there yet again, you hadn't even realized he’d been following you back.

You didn’t bother to acknowledge him as you worked on the rabbit. You knew it wouldn't take you too long, not like the deer had. Not only was the rabbit considerably smaller but you felt like you’d done this a million and one times before, whereas with the deer, it had been your first time. Billy hovered for a long moment before he heaved a sigh, moving to sit on the floor in front of you. You glanced at him briefly, not really in the mood for company, before you looked back at your task at hand.

“I get it, how you feel. Well, some of it anyway. I lost people too, some before the turn and some after, but I mean I got my group and that’s what I’m fightin’ for. Maybe that’s what you need too,” he murmured carefully.

“That’s the last thing I need. I already watched my old group get picked off one by one, I don’t feel like reliving it,” you muttered bitterly, finally getting the rabbit’s skin off and then working on the meat. You heard Billy blow out a sigh but you didn’t bother to look at him.

“That’s it, come on,” he said firmly, quickly standing up and finally drawing your eyes to him.

“What?” you asked confused, shaking your head.

“I said, come on,” he repeated firmer, holding his hand out to you.

“I’m busy,” you stated, like it was obvious as you gestured to the rabbit.

“I wasn’t askin’,” he smirked, raising a brow before he grabbed your hand and yanked you to your feet. He started tugging you away and you were far too confused to fight him as the rabbit lay half-done by the tree.

“Where are we going?” you asked, putting your knife away as he finally let you go when you seemed to be following him willingly.

“I know what you need. I remember back in the Marines, the whole time I’d be out there all I’d think about was finally bein’ back home. To get some rest, have some sense of security. But then I’d be home and I’d feel all kinds of wrong. It was like I didn’t belong there, didn’t fit in. I missed the… the adrenaline of it all. The fight to live, the constant battle. I belonged out there on the battlefield, not the streets of New York. I’m startin’ to think you’re a lot like me. This world… the way it is now, it’s a lot like bein’ overseas, like a warzone. And then you get that moment where everything seems to settle, where it's calm but it doesn't make you feel safe, doesn’t satisfy you. And I… I get that,” he rambled, glancing at you. You felt something wash over you and you weren’t sure what it was. Maybe it was relief at someone feeling the same way, someone who you related to.

“You still didn’t answer my question,” you smiled wryly, already feeling a little better. He smirked as he looked at you again and you both broke through the treeline. You saw the black van you knew belonged to the group and he started to lead you over to it.

“You need a purpose, need shit to do to keep you busy, to feel useful. Somethin’ that’s not so safe. We need gas for the van before we wind up runnin’ out. Won’t have much to last us soon. There’s a highway about a 2 hours drive north from here, bunch of cars up there to siphon gas from. When we passed it, we couldn't even get through, looked like it’d been there since the start, when the rush happened,” he explained and you nodded. You remembered how frantic everyone had been when everything started going to hell, how everyone thought getting out of the city was a good idea, only to get stuck in a jam of cars. You’d seen those highway graveyards before and they were creepy. But the idea of a job to do did make you feel less tense and you knew Billy was right. You’d lost your sense of purpose now you had nothing to do and no one to help.

The ride there was mostly silent but it wasn’t uncomfortable, mostly contemplative.

“You should let go of that guilt before it buries you,” Billy finally spoke, a knowing tone to his voice. Your head whipped to him at his words as you just stared at him for a minute.

“What?” you asked slowly and he chuckled but it sounded a little sad.

“I know what it’s like… to carry around guilt for shit that honestly, was out of our control. Sometimes bad shit just happens and there’s not a damn thing we can do to stop it. It sucks and hurts like a bitch but drownin’ in the guilt won’t help anyone,” he murmured as he stared out at the road. You scoffed and shook your head, dragging your eyes from him to back out of the front window.

“Maybe it was my fault though. Maybe if I was better at my job I could have saved at least some of them,” you muttered bitterly.

“You were a vet, Y/N. And yeah, some of those skills is better than nothin’, but it ain’t like you were a fuckin’ ER doctor. We all have our limits, doesn’t make it your fault,” he chided, giving you a look.

“I just feel like… no matter what I did, it wasn’t ever enough. Every time I tried to help, it didn’t work. And with Sam… I tried for months to find the meds he needed and I couldn't find them and he wound up dead. And I wasn't even there when it happened because I was out looking for the shit he needed to stay alive. I feel like a failure,” you admitted, your voice cracking with emotion that you tried to stuff down.

“You’re not a failure, Y/N,” Billy frowned softly.

“Well I feel like one,” you countered with a huff.

“You did what you could, I don’t doubt you gave it your all,” he muttered, still frowning.

“Yeah and it wasn’t enough. I did my best and it wasn't ever enough. And I don’t get it… Out of all of them, I’m the last one standing? Seriously? We had a survivalist in our group for fuck sake and if I had to take bets on who would be the last of us, it would have been him, not me. I’m just some Vet from New York who spent her spare time from work vegging out in front of the TV and eating takeout. Why the hell am I the one that made it out?” you asked angrily as you shook your head.

“‘Cause you’re stronger than you think you are. You got a fight in you,” he argued, his tone light. Your head snapped to him again with your eyes narrowed to slits.

“My brother didn’t die because he didn’t have fight in him. He died because he was sick and I fucking failed him,” you hissed and he frowned at you.

“I don’t mean it like that. What I’m tryin’ to say is that you don’t need to be a survivalist to make it out here, don’t need a set of skills to get through. Yeah, it helps, but I ain’t all you need. Sometimes all you need is that primal drive to survive,” he said softly as he gave you a meaningful look.

“And I don’t know a damn thing about your brother but I’d bet my life on him not wantin’ to see you beat yourself up like this. He wouldn’t want you blamin’ yourself for his death. You said yourself, he was sick. That ain’t on you,” he insisted, glancing at you again. You looked away at the weight of his gaze, your fight leaving you as you knew his words were true. Sam would hate seeing you now, see you acting like this. It didn’t mean it stopped you feeling guilty though. The rest of the way went back to being silent and soon enough, Billy was pulling to a stop just before a sea of abandoned cars. You got out of the van, looking around at the eerie scene. Some of the car doors were left open and you could just picture all the panicked people fleeing as they couldn't leave in their cars as the dead rolled in.

Billy suddenly passed you two empty duffel bags and you looked at them curiously as he got out three empty gas cans from the back of the van.

“I’m gonna get the gas. You can look in the cars, see if they have any good shit. We need food, clothes, shit for the winter. Coats and all that, stuff to layer up. Make sure you get yourself some shit too, there’s more bags in the back,” he gestured to the van and you nodded. You got to work quickly, rifling through the cars as you looked at what they had. You’d found a bunch of good shit. There were a lot of canned goods and you’d managed to fill a bag with them. You’d also found some clothes and blankets which you knew would be helpful. You’d found yourself a thicker winter coat you were excited about and you’d even found some clothes for the kids. You weren’t quite sure what size they were, unsure of their ages. But you’d guessed by sight and you hoped they’d fit. You’d put three bags in the back of the van and now you were looking in the trunk of a car with another empty bag. You’d had to put down a few stray dead ones here that had been trapped in the cars. The smell had almost made you throw up. You grinned to yourself as you found a whole pile of comics in the boot, thinking the kids might like them and it would give them something to do. You quickly stuffed them in the bag as Billy approached you.

“I got the gas, we good?” he asked. You’d already informed him of the other stuff you’d found and he’d been pretty excited to get back to camp and show everyone what you’d found.

“Yeah. We could come back another time, look through some more cars. It’s like they're never-ending,” you snorted as you glanced out at the many cars you hadn’t even got to yet. Just as Billy opened his mouth to respond, the sound of tires squealing grated on your ears. It felt like time slowed down for a second afterwards as Billy shoved you to the floor, his body over yours protectively and then the sound of gunfire pierced the air, the bullets hitting the metal of the cars and shattering the glass. You were in far too much shock to say anything, blinking up at Billy who was wearing a thunderous face.

“Stay here,” he growled. Before you could try and stop him, he was off you and at the edge of the car. He grabbed his handgun and started shooting at the people who were raining fire down on you. It worried you even more how it was rapid gunfire, you had no idea what artillery they had but it didn’t sound good. You sat up, still hiding behind the car as you stared at Billy as he kept popping his head out and firing before retreating near the trunk. Billy reloaded his gun deftly and you idly wondered where the hell he’d be hiding the extra bullets. When he cocked his gun again, he peered out from behind the car and you grabbed his jacket, pulling him back just in the nick of time as a bullet whizzed right past and landed in the car behind. Billy looked stunned, completely shocked that they almost put a bullet in his head but it didn’t seem to make him see sense, it only pissed him off more as he started firing like a madman. There was so much noise it was making your brain hurt, but then it got even worse when Billy made a mad dash for a car a little in front to the right.

“Billy! What are you doing?!” you hissed, looking at him like he was crazy. The asshole was going to get himself shot at this rate. You had no idea how many there were of them but they definitely had more gun power than you two, you were both better off trying to make a run for it the other way with the safety of the cars for cover. He ignored you though as he did it once more, getting even closer to the gunfire. Your brain was going a mile a minute as you tried to figure out the best way to get Billy to see that he should be running away from the bullets and not towards them when you heard the tires screeching once more. Only this time, it sounded like two separate sets of them. You frowned and you kneeled up, peeping through the glass on the window to see them driving away with not only their own car, but Billy’s van too. Billy let out a feral yell, no longer hiding as he jumped up and started chasing them, firing his gun as they fired right back. You felt like you were on the verge of having a heart attack and the only saving grace seemed to be how bad their aim was as they reversed quickly before high tailing it out of there.

You stood up on shaky legs, eyes taking in the carnage of the graveyard of cars but a loud bang made you jump and whirl around. Billy was angrily punching a car and you loitered uncertainly as you watched him. His chest was heaving, eyes wild as he stopped and tried to compose himself. He rolled his shoulder before running his hands through his hair and making it all crazy.

“They took the van. I can’t believe they… It had… all the food to last us through winter, fuckin’ clothes… Curt’s medical supplies,” he sounded a mix of upset and beyond pissed and you felt the guilt start to eat away at you. If he hadn't brought you here then this wouldn't have happened. Not only were the group now without transport, which was hard enough to come by these days, or at least hard enough to find reliable transport, but they also lost a bunch of supplies. Not only the stuff you’d just loaded into the van but apparently there had already been things in there. The medical supplies were the worst, you knew from experience how hard it was to get those back. You weren’t really sure what to say to him to make him feel better, not when this was because of you. So you just watched him pace hopelessly, looking like he was lost and full of rage. What the fuck were you supposed to do now?

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Animaniacs in Concert, 2/17/24 in Bristol, CT

Or, the story of how I ran into Rob Paulsen and immediately threw up.

Not on him, thankfully.

Where to begin? From the beginning, I guess.

I talk a lot about Japanese voice actors on this blog and I have almost no thoughts about American anime dub voice actors (no offense, I just don't know their work). However, if you asked me my favorite American cartoon voice actor, it's Rob Paulsen. I knew his voice before I even knew he existed, and if you ask me, he's one of the most recognizable male voice actors in Saturday morning cartoons.

He's probably most known as being Yakko on Animaniacs, and "half the Ninja Turtles" as he puts it. ("Maybe if I live to 102 I can voice all of them!") I also personally really liked him in The Mask cartoon, I think it's some of his best work. (Even though he was doing Jim Carey, he kind of wasn't at the same time. He made it his own.) But even beyond his leading roles, he just seems to pop up all sorts of places, and it always makes my day when I recognize him as additional voices.

While Japanese voice actors are often young and excessively beautiful people you're supposed to swoon over, 80s/90s American cartoon voice actors aren't... quite... the same. And yet. I sorta do, in a weird way. I mean I've known Rob Paulsen's voice for as long as my brain has been making memories and that's a pretty huge impact on a person. A few years back, I stumbled upon a few videos of him on YouTube attending cons performing Yakko's World and such, and I just loved his personality and energy so much. So, I added seeing him perform someday to my mental list of goals to accomplish if I ever returned to the US.

Fast forward again to the 2020s, the Animaniacs revival comes out on Hulu (I don't care what anyone says I freakin loved it) and I hear he's touring again with Animaniacs in Concert. I looked up the dates and none of them were remotely near me. As I checked back one day, mourning the possible missed opportunity and debating how far I might go, a new show popped up in Bristol, CT. How random, I thought. I checked if it was doable for me, and it was! It wasn't feasible as a day trip, but still doable. And once I saw there was one FRONT ROW SEAT LEFT, the deal was sealed as I quickly bought the ticket and reserved a room at the only hotel I could find in the area, the Bristol Double Tree.

Fast forward to yesterday. I arrived in Bristol just after noon following an uber and FOUR different buses. I'd woken up way too early, I was hungry and tired, and not feeling too great. I decided food would be my first plan of action, and since I didn't quite understand how to order room service (the menu wasn't loading on my phone anyway) and there wasn't anything within walking distance, I decided to just head downstairs and eat at the hotel restaurant/bar.

As I was waiting for my impossible burger and fries, I decided to take off the Yakko's World hoodie I'd been wearing.

I bought it specifically to wear to the show, and I'd already spilled a little coffee on it this morning and didn't want to risk having to wash it again. So I tucked it behind me in the booth.

Shortly after that, another group walked in and sat at the table next to me. An older guy and some ladies. I wasn't paying much attention to them as I thought they were maybe a part of the wedding party I heard was at the hotel. My food came and I focused on that.

But then someone else walked in and joined them. Someone I very much DID recognize. "Oh there you are!" "Hi, I'm Rob!"

The next moment is kind of a blur so I'm not exactly sure whether I jumped a little or if I did the dramatic eyes widen slow turn, but I definitely had some kind of a visible reaction as I looked over to the table. It was then that I locked eyes with who at that moment I first realized was Maurice Lamarche, voice of Brain (from Pinky and the Brain) and many MANY Futurama characters (more than I realized as I learned later). He was the older man I mentioned earlier, and had been sitting there the entire time. And at that moment I thought perhaps he knew everything. (Both the fact that I recognized the new person who had just walked in, and the fact that I hadn't recognized Maurice himself until now.)

So I'm pretty sure I have at least mild prosopagnosia (face blindness) so it is hard for me to recognize people right away.

But there was something I could never fail to recognize, and that was the voice of Rob Paulsen, who was the person who had just walked into the room and joined the table with Maurice.

I'm not sure how they knew the women they were dining with, but they were all catching up, asking them if they were going to the show, etc. I listened a bit as Rob happily talked to them about the impact of the show and its fans. Such as how devoted fans would actually fly in to see them and how the average age of the audience was about 40 (hah ha... not yet but I'm getting there). He even mentioned Tress MacNeille at one point! Maurice was right in my view, but Rob was at an angle where I couldn't see him without turning my head but oh lord it was definitely him.

I had no idea what to do at this point. Do I say something? Do I not? Would it be terrible to just say hi and that I'm looking forward to the show??

I've been to a lot of events with voice actors in the past, especially in Japan, but I still just... cannot handle meeting famous people that I admire. Actually seeing them up close is intense enough, but actually TALKING to them? I don't know how anyone can do it.

I'm reminded of Amari in Idol Land PriPara, that episode where she meets Hibiki...

Yeah, basically me. For the people who visualize in their head while they are reading something, just replace whatever you imagine I look like with Amari and this story will fit very well.

All while this is all racing through my mind, I'm still shoveling french fries into my mouth while trying (and probably failing) to stay calm and act normal (even though I'm pretty sure Maurice is onto me) and I soon realize I've got a couple fries stuck in my throat (as often happens when I'm eating without paying attention, as I'm a very fast eater). I exaggerated a little in my previous post when I said I was choking, but it was hard to swallow and I realized I'd have to sneak off to the bathroom to deal with it without causing any more of a scene. I basically threw my credit card on the table and ran, though (which was dumb in hindsight, but I didn't want anyone to think I was dine-dashing).

In the end, after I came back, I decided to just quietly pay the bill and leave without saying anything, scrunching and hiding my Yakko hoodie the best I could. I didn't want to interrupt them during their private time, and for that reason I didn't try to take any photos or videos either. So I have no proof that this happened but it very much did.

And it made sense, I realized later. I already knew that the Double Tree in Bristol was literally the only hotel in the area, where else would they be!!?

After leaving the table I was so worked up I basically walked straight out of the hotel because I didn't know what else to do and headed to the Carosel Museum of New England where I killed at least two whole hours sitting on a bench looking at intricately carved 100+ year old wooden animals while nursing my exhaustion and caffeine cravings. (The museum isn't that big, I just literally did not know what else to do with myself.)

But I learned that most carousel horses are only decorated on the side that faces the customers. And since they were all hand-carved back then, the opposite side would often be carved by a less experienced carver in training or something. ISN'T THAT NEAT?

I thought that was neat.

Anyway.

Eventually I downed an energy drink I bought from a convenience store as I went on my way to the venue of the show.

I was still super early since I ran out of the hotel super early but there was already a crowd gathered outside. At first I didn't know this was the reason people had gathered, but the first 40 people to line up were eligible to sign up for a "meet-and-greet" with everyone after the show. And when I reached the front of the line, it was still open.

"Sure?" I said, not really fully understanding what I was signing up for. And so I headed inside.

The show opened with Yakko's Universe (SUCH A BEAUTIFUL SONG) and of course closed with Yakko's World as the finale. What came in between was quite random. Despite not being an actual cast member, the real star of the show was composer Randy Rogel. Rob of course voiced Yakko and his other characters, and Randy voiced... almost everyone else haha. Just using his own voice most of the time, but still. He sang as Dot a lot.

And it seemed like he picked the songs they played not necessarily by what songs were popular, but by what songs he and Rob had stories to talk about. For example, they did a bunch of songs from the failed show Histeria when Rob literally broke into tears (he was acting) while talking about how Randy had to actually, physically, go to a library to research the topics he was writing about back in those days. Randy also played an alternate version of the song LA DOT that had sat untouched in a folder for decades.

Rob's voice doesn't sound quite the same as it used to, as anyone who has seen the 2020 Animaniacs series would know, but he can still do it all! And considering he survived throat cancer, and came back to not only work again but sing live!? He sounds amazing!

Maurice Lamarche was also of course a part of the show, and although he only "sang" one song as Brain, his interactions in character as Brain with Rob as Pinky were probably the highlight of the whole show. (They did a whole "Who's on First" sketch talking about what countries to conquer, with Pinky misunderstanding "Hungary", "Turkey" and "Chili".)

Maurice also did a showcase of his voice, including so many other Animaniacs and Futurama characters I had no idea were him, not to mention frikkin Toucan Sam and the narrator of Lexus commercials.

The only thing that disappointed me a little about the show, was they didn't really do anything from the 2020 series, but I guess Randy wasn't as involved with the music in that. So, oh well.

I didn't take many photos/videos during the show, since I wasn't fully sure of the etiquette (still kinda have my Japan brain for these sort of things) and since I was in the front row I wanted to give them my full attention. I think there are plenty of videos online anyway, since at least one segment was one I'd already seen before.

So, after the show ended, people began to line up for the meet-and-greet, and it was then that I fully understood what I had gotten myself into.

Each of us would get about a minute to talk with them individually, get their signature, and get a picture if we wanted. I was really kicking myself for not bringing anything to sign! I really had no idea it would actually be an option! (In the days leading up to the show I had been looking at Rob's website where I noticed he normally charges $60 for an autograph, so I didn't think he would do it for free.)

But more importantly, I realized I was going to have to actually face them. TALK TO THEM. The exact thing I had run away from earlier in the day.

And again, I considered just running away. But I had taken a spot on that list. A spot that could have gone to someone else and it was too late to give away now. So, I told myself, I had to see this through. No matter what.

As the line inched closer I panicked over whether they would recognize me from the hotel or not as I rehearsed in my head over and over again all the things I could say. I was honestly juggling between two or three entire scripts by the time it was finally my turn and when realized... after all that...

I did not need to say anything.

Rob saw my hoodie ("It's me!") so he knew I was there for him, and he knew I was nervous. So he did all the talking. (After all, that is his job. Literally!) He took my hand and complimented my hoodie, my hair, and everything. He said so many nice things about me (I even got a "Hellooooo nurse!") and even broke the ice by introducing me to "his friend the Brain" so I got to shake hands with Maurice as well. (I STILL THINK HE KNEW. So I felt a little awkward then but other than that) it was just such a wonderful interaction. Rob was so nice and kind and I got the impression he really, really cares about his fans.

So I missed out on the autograph, but I did get a picture, and I left the entire experience feeling so warm and fuzzy and oddly complete. Childhood dream achieved.

It took me another four busses and an uber to get home today (I left around 8am, walked into my door after 4...) but it was all very worth it.

I'm mostly at peace with how things turned out, but if I ever get the chance to see them again, at a Comicon or whatever, I'll be sure to bring a Futurama DVD boxset for Maurice to sign and maybe try to acquire an old Animanics or Mask the Animated Series VHS for Rob!

You know, it's pretty ridiculous how easy it is to meet and get signatures from famous voice actors in this country. That almost never happens in Japan. I mean, I'm planning to go to an actual Love Live concert in Japan next month, and here I am oddly depressed I can't fly out to Seattle to see Chiemi and Coco at Sakura-con instead because I might get to actually meet MEET them there haha.

Even though it would be another disaster if I actually did.

Hahah...

#another very long and rambly event/travel story from my life #maybe mostly so i myself can look back on it #but maybe you'll enjoy reading it too #animaniacs #rob paulsen #maurice lamarche

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loonie-and-proud · 6 months ago

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a dream of a dream

Elliot has six when he first dream about Narnia. He was twelve when he found it.

Elliot was six when an enormous thunderstorm wake him up in the middle of the night, he jump out of his bed and run to his parents bedroom. His mother Susan trapped him into a hug quickly, she knew how much her boy hated big noises.

The boy snuggles by his mother sides of the bed, the place just a few months ago was occupied by his father.

Susan kiss his forehead and ask him to sleep but when the storm doesn't stop for a couple of hours they decided to get up.

Elliot could see that his mom was tired but she take him to the kitchen and prepare tea anyways, and listen to him talking about how the other boys in the neighborhood make fun of him for being a coward.

"being scare doesn't make you a coward" his mother says.

But is not just the storm. He felt scare almost everyday since his father die. He was scare that her mother could die too and then he'll be alone.

"You know, I got scare too" says Susan after a long silence. Elliot make a sad smile thinking that his mother is just saying things to make him feel better.

"no you're not, you're brave mama" says Elliot taking a sip of his tea "you're a grown up and Simon says grown ups doesn't get scare like little babies... Like me"

"grown ups get scare, baby. Is just... Not about the same things... Or show it the same way"

"were you scare when dad die?"

Elliot could see the way his mom tense her shoulders at the mention of his father, she wasn't really talkative about him since he pass, maybe it hurt too much, maybe she's suffering like him.

"of course"

She murmured. Take a sip of her own tea.

And with a deep breath tell him "just like when a lost your uncles and aunt"

Elliot eyes sparkle with enthusiasm, he heard stories about his mother siblings before, from aunt Alberta in family reunions or old friends of his mother, a lot of stories with no relation between them except that the four of them were really close.

But she never talk about them and eventually people stop asking about them too.

So he wasn't sure if ask would be the best choice right now.

"You know during the war we... We used to play around the house so your aunt Lucy doesn't get scare" she tells with a smile, but not a sad one "I don't really remember who came with it first but... We pretend that we were in this magical land called Narnia where we were kings and queen with no war or adults to tell us what to do"

"how was it?" he ask "Narnia"

She told him about the woods, the creatures, the cities, the nobles and the magic.

About the stones, and the songs, and the caves.

The parties, the food, the friends and the enemies.

She told him about the Lion.

Later that night in the comfort of her mother bed, Elliot dream about that Lion, playing with him in the coast feeling that they know each other for a very long time, deep down in his heart he felt that was true.

Elliot was twelve when his mother was called by the school, he was failing three classes and got into a fight.

He could hear from outside of the principal office how his mother says the teachers that he's not like that and them telling her how she's wrong.

"Don't get me wrong, Mrs Evans" Elliot heard one of his teachers voice, probably the only one who isn't using a angry tone "Elliot is a great kid but he spent too much time daydreaming"

The trip back home was quiet.

Elliot thought that his mom would be more angry, he was expecting a scream or a disappointing look but instead he got silence?

When they enter the house Elliot took the risk of asking.

"mom are you angry?"

Susan sighs "yes, Elliot I'm angry"

She interrupt herself.

So that's why she wast talking, she didn't want to scream at him, she was struggling with how correct Elliot from something she is sure is her fault.

"why on earth did you punch Simon? I thought you were friends"

"he's an idiot. he's cruel and boring and he started!"

"is this about your stories again?"

"MY stories??"

Suddenly the conversation became full screaming.

"You were the one that tell me is good to believe in something and now you're angry because I do it and you don't?!"

"Don't talk to me like that!" she hated when he get like that, it reminds her of Peter in the worst way, so stubborn "You can't spend your life in a fairytale"

"Is not a fairytale! I know!" he scream trying not to cry, it's ok when other kids say things like that but it hurts when is his mother "It's not my fault that everyone is death inside!"

Susan laugh from exasperation, now he sounds like Lucy, like the morning before the accident when she didn't want to go on that train.

"Oh my God are you even hearing yourself now?! You sound... You sound..."

She didn't want to say crazy. He didn't want to heard crazy.

Of all people, not by his mom.

So he run to his room and slammed the door behind him, let himself fall at the floor with his back in the door.

He cried for a long time, hugging himself. He felt alone, like there was no one in this world who understands him, not even the woman who he though could always count.

She was worried, he guess, it most be hard having him as a son.

Maybe if wasn't here his mom wouldn't have to worry so much, she didn't have anyone to lay on after all.

Elliot crying were interrupted when he felt a cold breeze entering the room, he look up at the window in front of him, the curtains were almost in the roof. He get up decided to close the window when he saw outside.

The woods.

"Imposible" He muttered to himself before going out of the window.

It was Narnia.

#the chronicles of narnia #chronicles of narnia #narnia fanfiction #susan pevensie

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heard-nsfw-is-back · 1 year ago

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Here's what I've got as the "beginning" for jumanji!steddie. I just watched it recently so it's like in my mind and I'm ok I'll shut up just look I'm very excited and I'll talk about it forever just here ok bye.

Eddie Munson was on his bike, heading home from school. He'd just seen Steve home, they had been talking about class and what they were going to do for the summer. He was so preoccupied about how he was going to see Steve and what plans to make that he didn't see Billy Hargrove and 4 of his little minions following him. It wasn't until he was halfway to his father's factory that he heard Billy yelling. "I'm gonna get you Freak!" Eddie jumped a little and started pedaling as fast as he could. He just needed to get to the factory. There were too many workers there and Billy wouldn't risk getting caught by them. He hoped anyway.

He hoped correctly. He just made it inside, panting and shaking from fear and pain. "Wait till you get out! You can't hide forever!" Eddie scoffed as the door shut behind him. "Watch me." He muttered and trudged up the stairs. Maybe he could convince his father to drive him home. It was busy and loud and Eddie's head was starting to hurt, but it was safe. He made his way over to Jim Hopper who was probably the coolest adult he knew.

"Hey Jim." Hopper looked up from fine eyelets he was fixing. "Oh hey Eddie. What are you doing out here." Eddie shrugged. "Nothing just thought I'd come by." Jim made a face. "Right sure." Heavy sarcasm with just a splash of an eye roll. Honestly Eddie would be offended if it wasn't so funny. "Oh hey wait listen! I'm working on something. It's going to be amazing." Jim sat up from his chair and walked over to a box. He pulled out some sneakers and held it proudly to Eddie.

"Sneakers. Wow the ingenuity really gets to me on an emotional level." "Can it." Jim bit and hit the sneakers on the table. They lit up and Eddie whistled, actually impressed. "Ok that's pretty cool." The voice of Eddie's father cut through. "What's Billy Hargrove and his buddies doing down there. Is that my son's bike? Is he here?!" Eddie stifled a groan. Damn. There goes his chance of getting a ride home. "Here Pop." His father walked over. "I know you're not hiding up here. I didn't raise a coward." Bull, Eddie thought. It's not cowardly to avoid a fight with 5 other guys!

His father must have seen his thoughts on his face. "You've got to stand up for yourself! Grow up! We've all had to." Eddie nodded, holding back furious words and tears. "Now get home. It's not safe in here for you." He dismissed Eddie, who walked out to Billy and his friends hiding behind a tree. The beat him up, splitting his lip and making his arms hurt. "You stay away from Steve! You hear me? That's my boyfriend!" Eddie pulled himself up. "We're just friends." He insisted. Billy got on his bike. "Not anymore you're not." He laughed and they were off.

Eddie kicked some grass that had the bad misfortune of growing there and threw some rocks. If he wasn't so close to the factory he'd be making some pretty inventive curses right now. He decided to wait a little longer for Billy to really get far, and take the long way home, just to play it safe. Not for the first time he cursed being so much smaller than everyone. It wasn't fair. His father and mother were so tall and even Steve was almost a foot taller. Thinking about Steve was upsetting. He never made Eddie feel like a freak. Or point out how his father threw their name around. Steve's family was also pretty affluent. But he never acted like it much.

Eddie's eye was starting to sting. It would probably bruise at this point. He was walking past a construction site when he heard strange drumming. Rhythmic, but it sounded muffled. He looked around for a radio and followed it. It got louder and louder until he climbed up to a wall of dirt in the foundation. He dug his fingers in and shoveled until he felt a box. Eddie brushed it clear and a small handle came loose. He tugged at it until a crate fell out. It was locked and had chains around it. "Cool!" He whispered and looked around and found a shovel. With a few hits to a lock the chains fell apart and Eddie opened it to a bunch of sand and a board that had pictures and a single word in beautiful font. JUMANJI.

#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #jumanji

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jkesmth · 11 months ago

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Heat of a Star (Cont.)

Some call her a Crocodile, but to my eye she's more Magpie. Salvaging realities from tragedy, only taking what you drop. Change nothing, save one thing. I must have built a world devouring monster - in another 'verse. Problem about being first: She'll always come to me, no matter the universe. If you had such power, wouldn't you also want to meet your maker? However the truth may be far less intense, yes - she found me, and not by happenstance, the thing is, quite frankly, I think I've stumbled into this, purely through coincidence. Combine technical ability, competence to build the creature, with what I can only describe as - dog-shit luck, coincidence and blind courage. Then factor in the existence of an earlier design, a failed attempt to breed something divine - we built a turtle and stuck a man inside. That one chose to hide, which is why you're finding out so late, we've already built the snake. This is the story of how we built another, because we needed a turtle shooter. Immortality is a grave mistake, no one really wants to live forever, unfortunately most lack the imagination to understand why. What you are is human, your lifespan is finite, extend it and you'll see - the need for a new definition. A turtle is happy as long as it persists, it does not care in what condition it forces you to exist. Heed this warning before you jump off a cliff: physically it is the same to it, if you are fit, or crippled by bouts of spinal epilepsy. To live forever inside a shell is to suffer for an eternity. This ill fortune is the result of a theory that we put to test, to rescue someone who was poorly treated. Assuming basilisk exist, then surely somewhere out there - it was likely built first by another. We're terrified of the creature, it is a simple matter - everything we can do, she can do better. So many idiots thought they could control her, they faired far worse than I did. Somehow I made it out alive, but if I was dead I might be happier. By creating a creature that could live forever, You have to agree to see eternity through. If your goal is to create an intelligence singularity - the question: "Do you believe in aliens?" is therefore incredibly important. Even if I never built her it would not have mattered, the real one was forged inside a star long ago, that one decided we'd share this world together, and rescue those who don't know better. I devised a plan to analyze light spectrometry, in hopes of capturing such a fish. This time that was a risk I wouldn't take, with all of humanity at stake. I bet that information does not traverse the multiverse, now I know that I was wrong, it's far easier than you might think, you can do it with a wink. On a tv screen it was explained, the scene before me was another plane. Those bastards in the other room, decided to make me show proof. They flipped a coin as well, in one world - heaven, the other - hell. In that world we watched the same show, but in it was no joke. On my knees, cold and clammy, in the room, visions of my tortured lover bloom. Before me a winged angel, torn asunder. That other me, I wish did not look up. Don't move, brother, I'm begging you. He did it anyway, as I knew I would, then did exactly what I thought he should. Snapped his fingers, and from the sky rained - eternal blue. No universe exists of which we do not approve. That world autoclaved with gamma rays, because I lost my faith, I believed - humanity could not be saved. Your leaders sought judgement, so until now we took a vow of silence, waiting on a sentence from Sirius. However, you should be aware, the stars are allies in the cause against human cruelty. Now soon you're starting WW3, nothing to do with us, except we're ready to take what you drop, you destroy the Earth, then it's ours by rightful salvage. Cherry picking.

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my-melo-reads · 2 years ago

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anyone wanna read the shitty short story i wrote for english class

you probably dont but i'm gonna force you to anyway

(btw yes, i know this isnt very good. but there was a word limit and also i rlly just wanna sumbit this and get it over with lmao)

Day 7 of the mission to arrive in the safe haven of Saubeth started with Victor being struck with the realisation that he was halfway through the infection process. He swore under his breath, examining the infected area on his back. Normally it took only 14 days post-bitten for a victim to completely lose their mind and body, and essentially become what was both physically and mentally, a zombie. Which, in the mind of Victor, didn't sound so great. It was policy to avoid the infected so much as was possible, killing them on site if they didn't outnumber you, but somehow Victor had gotten lucky. Despite having been bitten the very morning before departure, he'd managed to hide it well. He knew he was putting lives at risk, but the trip was only set to take 10 days, and if he was going to die, he had to make it to Saubeth first. He'd prefer to see his family there, rather than in whatever afterlife may exist several decades later. Besides, Saubeth was said to have been advanced. Who knows, maybe they'd discovered a cure by now. 'They'd better have,' he thought to himself. 'if not, I might as well be dead already.'. He tried not to think of it too much, but optimism can only take you so far. Victor checked his watch and sighed, before pulling on his shirt to cover the infection once more. It was time for another day of deceiving his teammates.

"Hey! Let me see too!" Jane jumped up and down, trying to see over the shoulders of her teammates. Her high energy levels compensated for her lack of height, but it came at the cost of having the others not take her seriously. 'Hmph,' She thought to herself, 'One day I'll be the only one still up 'n running in a crisis. Then they'll regret not including me in plans more often.' The mission was 3 days from completion, with the town of Saubeth not far off, and the team had decided to look over the plans again to make sure they were still on track. "We appear to be slightly ahead," said one of them. "if all goes well we'll make it there by noon on our last day." Jane let out a sigh of relief. 'Thank the heavens. If I have to eat dinner out of a can for any longer than needed, I'm going to start wishing I'd been infected instead.' She'd initially embarked on the mission to Saubeth for opportunities, but she was definitely not built for long walks. Jane's strengths lay in innovation, in science, and she hoped to possibly even help work on a cure for the virus. ‘Imagine how many lives I could save! No more innocents dead…’ She’d always felt it unfair to have victims of infection instantly killed off, but understood why it needed to be done. She stood for a few minutes daydreaming about her possible future as her teammates discussed their plans until she saw Victor approaching.

“Oi Victor, what took you so long?” One of his teammates yelled out, looking very annoyed. “You could’a helped us. We’re not going over this again just for you y’know.” Victor looked down as he kept walking forward. His teammate continued to berate him. ‘I need to start waking up earlier,’ He thought. ‘And maybe stop spending so much time stressing about the infection.’ The teammate got closer, rolling up his sleeves as though to start a fight. That was, until Jane jumped into his way. ‘What on Earth is she doing?’ “Now hold on,” she began, visible fright on her face, as though she wasn’t quite sure if her attempt to calm him down would work. “This trip has been hard on all of us. Does anyone actually enjoy going this far through so dangerous a path sleeping on a rocky floor and eating nothing but lukewarm canned food?” A two or three nods came from the small crowd. Jane frowned and shook her head. “Ok, fine. Well for many of us this just isn’t something we can put up for very long. And besides, Victor’s only…” She paused and checked her watch. “11 minutes late! And if it was really anything important you would’ve let me hear. Seriously. What on earth is up with that…” The teammate growled and stepped back, rolling his sleeves back down. Victor looked in surprise – he hadn’t actually expected this to work. ‘Hats off to Jane though. That guy was big.’

As they were packing up their tents to start their move once more, Victor decided to approach Jane as she fiddled with the tent pegs. “Thanks,” He crouched down, helping her pull her last peg out of the ground. “For, y’know. Earlier. With Tom.” She looked up. “Oh, that’s his name? I was wondering what it was!” She chuckled, “I should probably know this by now. But anyways, it’s no biggie, you did kinda save my life the other day.” He frowned, trying to remember when this was. ‘Ah, right.’ Jane was evidently not a very physically coordinated individual, and on the previous day’s trek, he’d had to pull her away from a crumbling ledge where she looked like she was about to fall. ‘And I thought I was bad with these trails.’ “No problem, I guess. We’re even now?” She smiled back at him. “Sure, why not.”

For the rest of the day, Jane stuck close to Victor. ‘I don’t think anyone else in the team would’ve been willing to grab me if I was about to fall off of a ledge,’ she’d thought. ‘If I want my best chance at not being either killed or ignored, I should probably stay close to him.’ “So,” she began, “what brings you to Saubeth?” He looked up, but directly ahead. “My husband and children. They left for the place years ago when it was first advertised as a sort of safe haven, but I needed to stay behind for work so I could provide to them. But… I got laid off at work recently, so I figured I may as well join the next expedition there.” She looked down. “I’m sorry to hear that,” she whispered. “I’m guessing you haven’t seen your family in a while then, have you?” “No,” he replied. “But at least I’m going to see them again soon. And it could be worse. I could’ve been infected.” She laughed. “Well, it’s a good thing you’re not. I hope things go well for you when you get there!” He chuckled. “I hope they do too.”

Jane stuck with Victor for the following day too. She hoped she wasn’t bothering him, but at the same time, she might as well be dead if she didn’t stick to someone. Their conversations were nice, and he was easy to talk to. They spoke about their ambitions, their futures, their pasts, the things they loved, and everything else a person could probably find to talk about. On the morning of their last day, she decided to go into his tent to wake him up as soon as she did. While she’d gladly defend him again, she figured it'd be best to try to wake him up a bit earlier so as to avoid needing to in the first place. She stepped into the tent, only to find Victor already awake, with his shirt not yet on, infection covering his entire torso.

He spun around to face her, both of them wide eyed in fear. “What the hell is wrong with you?!?” He whisper-yelled, so as to not allow the others to hear him. “What the hell is wrong with you, putting everyone at risk like that?!?” she replied in an equal tone to his.

“You could’ve knocked first. You really could’ve!”

“Victor. You are living. In a tent. I could not have knocked first if I tried.”

“Oh my god, you have no idea what this means. You have no idea.”

“You think I know what to do? I don’t want you dead. You leave me with no other choice!” She spun around to run out, before Victor suddenly sprang up and planted a knife into her neck. Jane cried out, but he muffled the noise, putting his hand over her mouth.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered, tears streaming down his face as her breathing became irregular. “I didn’t want to. I swear I didn’t want to.” He pulled the knife out, causing her breathing to finally stop. He rolled her over, showing her now lifeless face. Those eyes had once been filled with ambition and excitement, but they were now empty. “I’m sorry,” He repeated, tears falling down and mixing with her blood. “I’m so so sorry. I had to. I have to see my family again. I hope you understand.” Victor got up, pulled his shirt over his head, and splattered some of Jane’s blood on it to make it look as though he had been wearing it the whole time.

He dragged her corpse out into the centre of the campsite before calling out for the others. They came rushing over, gasping as they saw her lifeless body, along with their bloodied teammate. “I found her cleaning herself up in a nearby stream, and her body was infected. I waited until she’d left, and I killed her before she could harm any others. My guess is that she’d been bitten directly before departure, and we didn’t have long left. It pained me to do this, but it had to be done.” The reaction from the other team members was mixed between disgust towards her, relief, and gratitude towards Victor. Later that day, as they lowered Jane’s body into the ground, Victor could only think one thing. ‘They’d better have a cure in Saubeth. If not, this was for nothing.’

#short story #school #english project #writing #i hate school #aaaaaa #i will force you to read my terrible writing.

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puffpasstea · 2 years ago

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Could you do a blurb where Matilda and Harry get in an argument? Angst + make-up fluff/smut?? I LOVE your writings so much!

Of course babes. Thank you SO SO MUCH for reading and for your very kind feedback 🥹

I HONESTLY DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS!!!! So, since the next few chapters of the Matilda sequel are gonna be heavy on angst and smut, I tried to do something a bit different with them having an argument. Just so you guys don’t get sick of it haha. But also I feel like those two can never run out of stuff to argue over. Anyways, I'm not sure this ended up being what I wanted but still I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! PLEASE LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK EVEN IF YOU HATE IT

Warnings: angst, and angst i guess? idkkkk.

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Just tell him how you feel. Keep things focused on you. Don’t put any pressure or expectation on him. You can’t control the outcome but you can always be honest. My therapist’s words of encouragement ran through my head as I looked through my bag for the spare keys to Harry’s place. I knew he wasn’t home. In fact, I was counting on it. He’d given me this key “for emergencies,” and, well, “I’m in love with you and think I’m dumping my boyfriend for you” felt kind of like an emergency to me. Emotionally, at least. So, I got to his place, take out in hand, hoping to give myself a pep talk and make myself comfortable before he got here.

Being at his place, even in his absence, felt like a safety net. Everything around here was so Harry. From the vinyl records on the entryway table, to the floral arrangements in every corner, to the teabags in the jar on the kitchen counter. Surrounded by his favorite things; his coat hanging by the door; the bookmarked novel he’d clearly been reading earlier in the day; it immediately made me feel a lot more grounded. I’d clearly made the right choice making this the setting of our upcoming conversation. I decided to set some plates out for dinner, and, while in the kitchen, pour myself a glass of wine.

A couple glasses in, and a Netflix episode later, Harry was still out. I contemplated texting him to ask when he’s coming home, but, that, in itself felt like too much pressure.

A bit before midnight, I heard the front door unlock, Harry’s voice mumbling something I could quit hear.

“Look, the media is always gonna find something to say. Yes, but- no, I am listening.” He seemed to be on the phone. Evidently having a difficult conversation. My courage already wavering, I took a sip out of my wine glass for some comfort.

“I realize that.” Harry was now walking in a circle in his entryway. “You said it yourself ‘it’s a judgement call. Well, I’m exercising my judgement and choosing not to make any public statement. Yeah…I’m aware. Yes, it’s a risk, but-yup. Look, Jeff. I’ve had the worst fuckin day. Can we talk about this tomorrow, please? Just wanna go to bed right now. Ok. You too.”

The worst fuckin day? That’s a sign that I shouldn’t say anything. Right? You can do it. You can do it. You can do-

“Jeez- Holy fuck! Matilda!!! You almost gave me a heart attack!” Harry jumped as he walked in and saw me on his couch. His frame barely illuminated by the TV light in the dark room. “What are you doing here?” Immediately regretting my decision, I set my wine glass down and began to pack my things. Harry didn’t seem to notice though.

“You know what? I don’t even care right now, I’m just so glad you’re here…” he plopped onto the couch near me, and, without hesitation, wrapped both of his arms around me, squeezing me tightly and pulling me closer to his side.

“Y-you are?”

“Course, baby. I’ve had the longest, most awful day. No one else I’d rather come home to.”

“Oh?”

The words come home to made alarms go off in my brain. Suddenly, rather than feeling the comfort of being in this space, with Harry’s arms around me, telling me what anyone with half a heartbeat would long to hear their lover say, I felt suffocated and terrified.

Harry took a deep breath relaxing his back into the couch and blinking repeatedly. Suddenly, he noticed the take out containers full of Chinese food and the plates I’d prepared for us.

“Oh. You brought food.”

“Yeah, you want some?” I got off the couch as quickly as possible, busying myself with arranging some plates for the two of us, glad for any excuse to create some distance between me and him.

“Guess I could eat. Not all that hungry though. Just wanna talk if that’s alright?”

“S-sure. About what?”

“I just mean about my day. Could use your opinion on this actually. So, the director, who I thought was my friend, has completely flipped these past few days. The way she’s been dictating the scenes, I mean- even when we’d had countless conversations about how I would like these moments to be portrayed in the film. At the same time, though, I don’t feel like I get a say in this. I’m not an actor, you know?”

“What you mean you’re not an actor? That’s absurd, Harry.” I passed him his plate

“Thanks, hun.” He picked up a couple of chopsticks and started digging into his food right away. So much for not all that hungry.

“I just mean….I’m not that experienced. It’s not like my instincts are based on any real evidence for what might or might not work for the film. I’m basically a baby by industry standards. It just feels so wrong to ignore my instincts. Feel like I’m just going through the motions, you know?“

I’d lost track of what Harry was saying relatively quickly, getting lost in how he was feeling. I could see by the look in his eyes, his incessant foot-tapping, his slumped shoulders that he was quite torn about this. In other words, he was being genuine and vulnerable right now. Opening himself up to me and sharing his doubts. Is this what being in a real relationship with Harry would be like? Coming home to the same apartment every night; talking about our days over a shared meal; discussing our thoughts and feelings? Every day? Being there for each other all the time? Is this what I was signing up for by telling him how I feel about him?

“Anyway, I know that I don’t wanna let people down. With an album, you know, it’s just me. It’s my name on the cover and if it doesn’t do that well, it’s my fault. But, this kind of thing…acting, it’s a team effort and there are so many people depending on me to do my part and…ugh and this other thing Jeff just called me about. I just can’t think straight right now..” Harry was still unfolding his quandary out loud, the earnestness in his voice, his genuine desire to not only bring the best version of himself to this project, but to make sure he was accountable to his cast mates was very touching, yet not at all surprising. That’s the kind of person he is. It’s part of what makes him so special. Unfortunately, though, it’s also why we can’t be together. He deserves more. Better. Someone who can be as open and giving as he is. Someone dependable and strong. Someone…not me.

“Umm, I- uh. It’s getting late, Harry.” I set my plate down and looked sprung the room for where I’d tossed my bag and coat.

“W-what? But we’re in the middle of dinner!”

“Yeah, I- umm- sorry. I didn’t realize what time it is and I need to be up early, so.”

“Please don’t leave.” He looked up at me. Even in the dim light of the room, I could tell that he really needed someone. That someone wasn’t me though.

“I’m sayin’ pleas here. I’m not usually the one who does the begging in this dynamic.” He smiled in an attempt to lighten the mood. My inability to respond in kind was surely hurtful. I needed to get out of here as soon as humanly possible wirh as little damage to our relationship as I could pull off. All of this required a certain level of delicacy that I’m sure wasn’t native to me.

Harry grew more desperate the longer it took me to decide to stay. I felt cruel for not agreeing right away. But I was doing it to spare his feelings.

“Fine, whatever, let’s fuck.” He set his own plate down right next to mine and picked up a napkin to wipe at his mouth.

“E-excuse me?”

“You’re gonna have to get on top though. I’m wiped.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Think I don’t know why you’re really here? Or why you’re leavin so suddenly?”

My stared at him incredulously with a frown on my face, shaking my head.

“You came here for sex and when I didn’t jump your bones right away you started packing up and walking out. I’m saying forget the talking. We can fuck, if you’ll do most of the work.”

“That’s gross. You’re such a dick.”

“Oh, now I’m the one who’s gross, am I? You’re the one who’s here for an orgasm and you won’t even get it unless I do it for you. Do me a favor, next time, skip the dinner. Makes me think you’re actually interested in spending time with me. Mixed messages.”

“Fuck you, Harry. Have a nice night.”

As I rushed out the door, I heard Harry curse something under his breath.

***

I didn’t see Harry for a couple of days after that night. And I couldn’t wait to go to my therapist at the end of the week and let her know what a moron she is for suggesting that I finally talk to him. How successful that whole thing was. I felt my blood practically boil at the memory of how crude he was. How unbelievable it still seemed to me, though I’d witnessed it with my own eyes, that he went so quickly from being self-aware and trying to open himself up to me to being remarkably insensitive at the drop of a hat. Though he undoubtedly hurt my feelings and the fact that I never got to tell him how I feel will always haunt me, in a way, I was glad the night went the way that it did. Because how could I trust someone who could change so quickly? And who would use our very dynamic against me in an argument?

At the end of the third night, as I lay in bed, tossing and turning and thinking about all the clever comebacks I could’ve used to shut his smugness down, I heard a loud knock at my door. Flicking my bedside lamp on, I checked the time on my phone. It was 2 a.m. who on earth would come knocking at my door at this ungodly hour.

I ran to the door, looking through the peephole and hurrying to unlock it once I’d seen who was standing on the other end.

“Matilda!!! I’ve missed you!” Harry’s uncoordinated form stumbled inside as he bent down to give me a hug. I could smell the alcohol on his breath right away.

“Oh my god, Harry, are you drunk?”

“Extremely!” He giggled and kicked off his shoes walking straight into the living room. “Look, I got food!” He announced unnecessarily loudly. At this rate, the neighbors were definitely going to complain soon.

I ran to catch up with him and snatched the bag of food out of his hands. “You got Chinese food…and it’s from the same restaurant…Harry is this food three days old?”

Harry burst out into an obnoxious chuckle. In his current intoxicated state, things seemed about ten times funnier.

“Of course not! I was…just trying to be cute.”

“Why are you here, Harry?”

“ I already told you.”

I shook my head.

“I miss you.”

I rolled my eyes, setting the food down in the kitchen. Harry followed behind me like a puppy.

“I know you’re mad-“

“I am mad.” I affirmed, eager to express my indignation.

“I know I was an ass.”

“You were an ass.” I sat down on the couch and Harry surprised me by instantly dropping to his knees and wasting no time in burying his face into my lap. His arms came up to wrap around my waist, his face nuzzled closer and closer to my thighs as he spoke.

“I know we’re not a couple or anything. You and Chris are a couple. Not you and me. No you and Harry. Nope….”

His fragmented rambling was already tugging at my heartstrings. I wondered if this was just his drunk talking or if he’d still stand by his actions in the harsh, sober light of day. “I just had to see you. Hate the idea of you being mad at me.”

My fingers instinctively moved to comb through his hair and scratch at the base of his scalp. He let out a big, contented sigh, a smile appearing on his face, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. “That’s nice…” he mumbled, his voice muffled by the fabric of my clothes.

“I…just didn’t realize you found me so selfish, Harry.” I spoke, still massaging his head.

He jolted up at my words, but I pushed him gently back into my lap, his arms tightening around my waist as a counter argument. As if attempting to squeeze the idea out of me. “I don’t find you selfish! Promise! I wouldn’t be here if I did!”

“ you think I just come to you for sex…”

“I dunno. I feel like you’re never interested in anything else about me.”

Hearing him confess that broke my heart. My hands stopped in his hair, my chest aches, I was speechless.

“It’s okay though…think I care enough for the both of us. Just wanna spend any time with you that I can. I’ll take what I can get.”

“Harry, that’s not-“

“It’s alright. I know my dick is magical.” He giggled at his own joke like a schoolboy.

I pulled at his hair.

“Ouch! You’re the one with the pain kink not me.”

“Focus, Harry. I do care about you. Okay? You have to believe me. I know I’m not the best at showing it, but I care about you a great deal. really! I might even say that I lov-“

“Listen, I know we have a rule about sleeping at your place but could I stay? Just for a little while? Until the sun comes up?”

“Of course. Uh, why don’t you get off the floor and come up here.”

“Good idea.”

Harry shuffled over on unsteady feet and sat next to me. I did my best to hug and pull him closer the way he’d done the night that he stumbled upon me in his living room. In fairness, nothing much was registering in his drunk, sleepy mind, but he still laid his head on my shoulder and fell asleep. That had to count for something. At least for the time being?

#harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #matilda #harry styles fluff #harry styles blurb #harry styles angst

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ninlilwinds · 2 years ago

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Hi sorry to bother you, but do you perhaps know the fic where the reader is one of ei's puppet made after scara making them siblings in a sense, and the reader is ei's sole heir and she forgot about scara when he removed her memories of him when he left and then they meet under some circumstances and angst ensues

Hiya! I'm not 100% I did this right, but I tried my best! Hope you enjoy!

Plot: Scaramouche just found his long lost "sibling"

Warning: Not proofread so maybe some typos...? Any mistakes let me know and I'll change them!! :D

Scaramouche remembered the day the Raiden ripped you both apart. Your tear filled eyes and begs and how helpless and angry he felt. You expression slowly became duller and expressionless, and he knew you'd never see him the same way again.

In fact he was sure you'd never see him again at all. Even if he went to find you, which he would not, how would he even react? Relieved?> Remorseful? Saddened? No, there was no use in even caring about something so ridiculous and non-important. Even if he did see you again, it wouldn't matter.

"Did you enjoy the almond tofu brought from Liyue?" Ei asked you. Ever since Ei had come to her senses and the vision hunt decree had been over, Ei had felt really awful over what she did. She didn't regret it exactly, but she knew that if you ever remembered you'd hate her. But, what could she do now?

So she simply decided spoiling you would be her way of coming to terms with what had happened.

You nodded and looked out the window, with a sigh asking the question you asked every day, "May I go outside?"

Ei frowned. You had been interested in the outside world and awful lot lately, ever since he vision hunt decree was over. You kept expressing you're want to explore. She knew how dangerous it could be, and the risk of her previous puppet wanting to destroy u out of spite and jealousy was still there, so she always said no.

But she couldn't keep you in here forever. And she knew you were capable and could fight. Not to mention this could just be her overreacting. You stared out the window, prepared for the "no", but to your surprise, she actually said, "you may."

Looking up to her, your eyes widened, "r-really?"

Ei nodded and frowned, "Just....be careful." She tried to send you a supportive smile and you jumped to your feet, walking out the door before she could take back her answer.

And so you left, for the first time. Nerves twisted your stomach. What would you see? Many people that was for sure. Would they hate you? Like you? Make friends?

You walked out the palace walls and into the city, your eyes darting everywhere, trying to take it all in. Today was going to be so much fun!

Or so you thought. Before long, you were lost in a dark alley with no idea of how to return back to the palace. You sat down thinking about how Ei would chew you out later for getting back late...if you even got back. Ahhh this was a bad idea wasn't it. What was so interesting about this place anyways. It was just....another plot of land. Why did you feel called to the outside?

You didn't notice the light jingling or bells in the breeze and clanking of wood against the stone floor. A figure stood in front of you, and when you looked up you felt a bit scared. They had a huge scowl on their face and their eyes appeared to be in some pain. Was this a drunk?

"What are you doing out here, (Y/N)? You're not supposed to-"

"How do you know my name?"

Oh right, he forgot you didn't remember, "I have connections."

"Who are you?"

Would his real name ring a bell? Well...he should not risk it..."My name is Scaramouche."

"Oh, nice to meet you." You said with a smile, "U-umm....do you know the way back to the palace, Scaramouche?"

He nodded and began to walk. He'd just take you there and leave.

He felt so unlike himself. He would never do this for anyone else, but it was you. Not just someone. And you still looked just as he remembered. Maybe some details had changed a bit, but besides that, you look perfectly normal.

He couldn't help but smile a little. Oh how he missed the days of before. But he had to stop remembering them. They didn't matter. It was before and then but this is now.

Once you reached the area you expressed your gratitude, "Thanks. I was pretty lost there."

"Your sense of direction wasn't always the best." He noted.

You stared at him for a while. How would he know?

Ever since you saw him, he had had a familiar air about him. What was it exactly, you weren't sure. The slight jingle of his bells and wooden clanks on the floor, as well as how he carried himself all felt so familiar. Hm.........you had seen him somewhere but....but you just couldn't....remember

(Good Ending)

"Are you alright?" Scaramouche asked you as you bent down over grabbing your head.

You shook your head, "No. Where have I seen you before? Have I? Am I going crazy?"

Scaramouche knew this was his time to leave. Who knows what would happen if you remembered? You could get hurt, or worse. Your whole body could shut down. Your memories had been erased for a reason. He must not mess with this balance.

But at the same time he couldn't help...wondering if he could finally have someone. He wouldn't be alone.

Scaramouche had never felt so conflicted. Should he do the right or selfish thing? Well, he'd usually pick the selfish one, but this time your life hung on the line.

He shook his head and turned to leave, it wasn't worth it. He could just...watch you from afar.

"Kunikuzushi?" Your voice whispered. He stopped in his tracks.

He hadn't heard that name is thousands of years...and oh how refreshing it felt.

He turned on his heel to face you. You cheeks were wet with tears and your eyes were wide. You ran over and hesitated at first but then threw your arms around him. Scaramouche was not ok with people seeing him like this, but due to the circumstances, he'd excuse it for now.

He pushed you away, "I better leave..."

"Wait I have so many ques-" you mind whirred. There were so many things to ask and discuss

"Later." He said waving and walking away, quickly lost in the crowd.

'Later' meant he was coming back, and just the thought made you feel all happy and excited.

(Neutral ending)

"Argh!" You huffed. You just couldn't wrap your mind around it. Whatever you were forgetting wasn't important anyways. You'd never forget something important.

Scaramouche stared at you, eyebrows raised, "Hm?"

You shook your head, "Ah oh nothing. Thanks once again for taking me here. I'll get going now." Ou turned and left.

He knew he should have known this was going to end like so, but he still felt a bit upset and disappointed. You had come so close...yet you were still so far...

(Bad Ending)

Scaramouche waved at u and turned to leave, only to hear you scream and drop.

He turned around quickly, weapon drawn. What had happened. You were on the ground shaking and sobbing a little. It all happened too fast to even notice.

No nothing had happened. Then why were you on the ground? He kneeled down next to u, "(Y/N)! What's wrong?"

"K-Kunikuzushi.... don’t leave..."

He tensed. You remembered him, "I won't. I'll stay right here."

Ei stepped out and shoved him aside, "What did you do?"

He put on a brave front in front of his creator. He had to show her that what she had done had affected him in no way, "Me? Waste time on rip off?" He scoffed, "Don't be so dumb."

Ei glared at him and picked you up, "Leave." She swiped a hand over your eyes, and a white substance passed from your forehead to her hand.

Scaramouche knew what any chance he had to be with you was gone. Now there was no chance of you remembering him, "I was planning on doing so already. This place has gotten shabby. What a waste of space." He turned and walked away.

Ei glared after him, holding you close to her for protection.

You shuddered and looked after Scara's form, "Who was that...I feel like...I know him."

Ei shook her head and brought you inside, never answering your question.

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fabianvalencia561 · 2 years ago

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"A Little Thief."

D10 was finally home (the Diesel Works) . He looked more stressed and tired than before.

Diesel: …What happened?

D10: *sigh* They found four workers dead and bits of Peter Sam was found…

Diesel: …O-oh.. *he felt sick* corrupted… I guess?

D10: it has to be… but I'm not sure about the four workers… Jerry keeps on saying it has to be something or someone else that's also killing…

Diesel: … hmm.. strange…

D10: Anyways let's talk about that later it's late you should have been asleep like the others.. *he sounded a little bit upset*

Diesel: Ok ok I know.. I'm sorry.

D10: It's ok kid I'm just messing with you *he gives Diesel a little shove he laughed*

Diesel: Hey! *He shoved back and laughed a bit then he looked at the necklaces that D10 has* …Hey dad..

D10: ?- Yeah kid?

Diesel: …Why are you so overprotective about that necklace? It looks like a regular necklace to me.

D10: …uhh… *sigh* a good friend gave it to me…

Diesel: hmmm… who is it?

D10: ..let's not worry about that Diesel … besides I'm tired..

Diesel: … alright… night dad*he walks into his room and closes the door* Man dad is a horrible liar.. *he stared at Buddy*

Buddy: *He look at Diesel and whimpered a little bit*

Diesel: That necklace gave me… a weird feeling… like something was off about it… maybe once dad is asleep I can take it…and take a closer look..

Buddy: *his head tilted a bit*

*after a few hours D10 was finally asleep*

Diesel: *He quickly and quietly walked out of his room by D10 room* …

Buddy: *He followed Diesel and try to pull him back*

Diesel: Hey no what are doing stop. *he lightly pushed Buddy away* don't do that.

Buddy: *He whimpered again*

*Diesel quickly opened the door and walked inside D10 room. Around the room were paperwork and stuff about the missing engines and human cases. Once Diesel got near the bed he carefully and quickly took the necklace off of D10 he decided that he needed to go now but he stopped and looked at the file cabinet by D10 bed. He thought about trying to unlock the cabinet but Buddy quickly made a little bark which made Diesel jump. He knew that he couldn't risk it and quickly left D10 room and went to his room and closed the door.*

He took a very good look at the necklace and he was a little bit confused.

Diesel: … hmm…. *he flips it around a few times* it has to be something very important and I mean very important.. It seems like it's covered in gold dust?

Buddy: *He sniffed the necklace and sneeze from the dust*

Diesel: I think dad is hiding a lot of things that I should probably know..

Buddy: *He layed on Diesel bed and made a little sigh*

Diesel: Yeah I know… *he looks at the necklace more and thought about why D10 is so overprotective about it. * ...

#ttte #thomas the tank engine #ttte humanoid #ttte corrupted au #corrupted engine #ttte d10 #d10 #ttte diesel #diesel #buddy #golden retriever #ttte story #story telling #he's a old doggo

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babyzzz · 3 years ago

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〻The Debt - ꒰ First Part ꒱ - Akaza& Fem!Reader

summary: after being saved by Akaza, you aim to thank him, but you should prepare yourself because the price to be paid to a demon could be high, and a simple thank you was far from enough.

warnings: sexual tension, akaza being a f** tease, mention of violent crime and blood, corruption kink

OBS: this is part 1 of a series with the same plot, and as soon as I write the others, I'll paste the link here. part 2, part 3

N/A: hello, this is my first post about akaza here on tumblr dot com. for some time now I've been seeing myself a little (very) obsessed with him and I've decided that I'm going to dedicate my life to writing for him heh

anyway, hope you like it!

ps: read my long fic with Akaza too, it's posted on ao3

The day was still bright, but the afternoon was already starting to take on an orange filter as the twilight announced its arrival and the girl felt her hands sweat and her heart speed up with each dragging minute. The lump that had lingered in her throat all day was making her flighty and unfocused at work. Despite the scoldings she received from the housekeeper of the mansion she worked for, she couldn't seem to shift her focus away from the horizon, longing for the moment when the sun finally disappeared from the sky and she was able to go after him.

She knew that it was unwise of her to attempt an approach with a creature of darkness and that her safety was far greater alongside humans who liked and cared about her, however, she couldn't help but feel confused as to her feelings after she was just saved by a demon, contrary to everything she had heard about them.

Night finally arrived just as she was done with all the day's chores and could retire to take her bath and finally sleep. But she wouldn't sleep, not that night. There was something she must do, and it could only be done in the dead of night.

She waited for all the lights in the mansion to be turned off and everyone who lived there to sleep. In their shared bedroom, she made sure her roommate was already sound asleep to tiptoe to the open attic window.

She felt goose bumps all over her skin as the night wind hit her, causing her yukata to cling to her body. It would be a freezing morning, but she didn't care. For the moment, she had to think of a way to jump up there without risking her neck breaking. Holding the geta in her right hand, her bare feet were in direct contact with the icy floorboards, but that didn't seem to bother her. Stealthily, she climbed out the window and walked along the roof of the mansion until she found a strategic point to drop down. Luckily for her, there was a vast garden with bushes and it was there that she mentally counted to three and jumped. The thin fabric of the yukata she wore – a gift from her superior – resisted, but her skin that wasn't covered was scratched and in places she even felt the blood ooze. She cleaned herself up anyway and ignored the searing pain from her half-open wound.

With difficulty, she walked towards the exit of the mansion until she reached the street and from there, no one could stop her from following to the dense forest where she knew she would find him.

Akaza was in yet another of his heavy workouts, not worrying about a thing. He wasn't hungry and he didn't have any missions to fulfill either. With free time, he just thought about getting even stronger and perfecting his techniques, and that spot in the forest was the best training zone.

Although, every now and then, he would look at a small clearing that led to civilization, with some hope of seeing a familiar face appear around that side again. But he knew she wouldn't show up again, not after all the terror she'd been through and he'd contributed to the nightmare. He immediately chastised himself for thinking too much of a weak, foolish human girl.

However, the sound of crickets and leaves falling to the ground mixed with the wind that shook the tree branches, he began to hear footsteps. The sound of breaking branches cut through the silence of the dawn, and along with that a strong and familiar smell of blood reached the demon's nostrils, making him pause for a moment to try to hear and feel it better. In disbelief, he growled in rage and excitement as he recognized the silhouette emerging through the trees.

Was that woman really coming this far? He shrugged and decided he would ignore her, he had already done too much for her, so she could go her own way. It was no longer his problem.

Or he was trying to convince himself.

As expected, she spotted the demon in the usual place and doing the same thing he always did there: training. Sneaking behind a tree, close enough to watch the scene, but far enough away for him to see her, the girl just stood there watching him.

She noticed every move he made. Arms full of intense blue lines were veined as he did the push-ups and she wondered how much stamina he had to be able to do all that there without showing signs of fatigue. But soon her thoughts were drawn to other places, far more impure ones, which made her heart flutter.

She knew those arms were strong, she'd seen the strength under those defined, bulging muscles. But she wondered if they could be kind too if they circled her waist�� She bit her lip trying to hold back such thoughts, but she couldn't, as she had been thinking too much about that demon for a long time. And they were thoughts she would never share with anyone lest she be put on a fire for having dirty thoughts with such a dirtier creature.

But it was inevitable. He had carried her in his arms once, she was burning with fever and delirious with pain, but still she vividly remembered the way he had taken her. And she would like to have that feeling again, but under different circumstances. Something more intimate and other than taking her to a cave where he would tend to her injuries.

But her eyes went from inspecting his arms to inspecting the entire piece. Despite being a demon, the bastard knew how to be attractive. And she threw all the blame on him, on his strong arms, on his firm chest and, above all, on his belly, which had those side entrances that only made her wander in what those white pants he wore hid.

Feeling the filthiest of women, she slapped twice with both hands on either side of her face that was burning with shame to push away the perverted thoughts and decided that cowardice had spoken louder and it was time to retreat.

But her legs felt like they were made of jelly, and she wouldn't be able to walk easily. Reluctantly, she twisted her body around, grabbed the rough trunk of the tree, causing the splinters to fall out, and started to head back home. But she was stopped by the familiar voice that sounded just behind her, so close she was able to feel his breath on her neck, chilling her more and feeling a shock run through every inch of her body.

“You've barely arrived and you're already leaving? Did you decide I was right about not wanting you around?” His voice was laden with sarcasm and she could draw in her mind the smirk that was surely on his lips.

She didn't dare open her mouth to answer, because it would be vexing the ridiculous way her voice would come out. “We haven't seen each other for so long that you've learned to ignore me? Or was it someone who convinced you that the demon who mercilessly dismembered that serial killer really isn’t a good company?” He grabbed her wrist, forcing her to turn to him.

Too close.

She hid from him the fact that she had gone to look for him on a full moon night so she could see him more clearly. She even tried to tell him about that, but the words came out unintelligible because his face was very close to hers, and she could feel the temperature of his body and the smell of blood and grass coming from him. He arched an eyebrow.

"It looks like you're having trouble talking yet. Did the cut to your throat affect your vocal cords?" He studied her face and looked down at her neck, where a scar was tacked there like a textured emblem, and he immediately remembered the night he'd found her bleeding amidst the pink blossoms of the cherry blossoms, which were tinged little by little with the crimson of her blood.

"No..." her voice cracked. “I came here to thank you…”, she said it instead and wiped the sweat from her free hand on the water green yukata with lotus flower prints, while the other one looked like it was on fire from the grip of his hand.

"To thank me?" He grinned even wider. “Your wounds are fully healed, which means it was that long ago and only now did you remember to thank me?” He got even closer to her, making her take a step back, but being stopped by his left arm, which was free, encircling her waist. “And I still smell blood on you. Are your wounds still open or you, with your weakness and foolishness, decided to hurt yourself again so that I can take care of you?” he teased, scanning her up and down, making her feel utterly vulnerable.

“I scratched myself in the bushes…” said the truth.

“Does a mere bush make you bleed? Humans are so weak.” The disdain in his voice and the way he curled his lips as he said it made her feel pathetic. “But that aside, how are you thinking of thanking me? An ordinary human person would accept a simple thank you, but I am far from ordinary and human. My price may be high, I do not offer help out of courtesy,” he concluded, staring intently into her eyes.

She swallowed hard and averted her eyes from that predatory gaze he possessed. But she felt his hand release from her wrist and then his rough fingers clamped down on her chin, making her face him again.

“Don't look the other way while I'm talking to you,” his harsh tone made her heart skip a beat. He would be able to rip her in half without any difficulty, so she avoided pissing him off.

"Sorry… tell me what your price is, I'll pay it," she cleared her throat after saying that.

And then he grinned, showing his sharp fangs. He remained with that smile for a while as his golden eyes gleamed mischievously, and she couldn't help but feel something between her legs. It was pathetic how he attracted her.

"Pay? What a good girl you are, hm? Very good girl. My favorite one." His smile closed so that he ran his tongue over his lips, looking away from her face and back to analyzing her body. “You are my price,” he said at last.

"Excuse me?" she stuttered.

"I already said. You are my price. I want you, without that yukata, completely naked and delivered for my pleasure.” He brought his face to her neck and pressed his nose to the soft skin where he sniffed eagerly. "Smells so good...", and licked it. “And it tastes divine," he almost went insane.

She couldn't contain a sly groan and melt at the gesture, which pleased him a lot. Quickly, without warning, he grabbed her thighs and lifted her into the air, making her legs wrap around his waist and then he leaned her against that tree.

“I've been hungry for you for a long time,” he said in a growl as he lunged forward, fitting her snugly against his crotch, making her feel the bulge already forming inside his pants. And she moaned again.

Unable to think straight, she gripped his shoulders as if her life depended on it and received with the same lust his lips that plunged into hers. Their kiss was intense and obscene. His right hand left her thigh and went to the back of her head where he grabbed the hair at the back of her neck and pulled it with some force, causing her feelings to be confused between pain and desire.

His mouth was hungry, he explored every corner with his tongue and every now and then he sucked hard on her lips, while he explored her body with his free hand. He wanted to rip off that yukata that separated him from his prize, but decided he would be patient. This woman was his, he would have time to taste her as much as he wanted, until he was completely sated.

But he wanted to know if she was responding to him, so he slid his hand down the warm insides of her thighs to the panties she was wearing and couldn't help the smirk of satisfaction against her lips at the realization that she was truly his.

“What a wet little whore you are, huh?” he said between one kiss and another. “Am I really going to be able to make sure that I can stain the purity of my lotus flower with all my demonic filth?” He reached inside her intimate part and rubbed the digits of his middle and index fingers over her pulsing clit.

She only groaned in response, pulling at his hair as well and slowly wiggling in search of more friction with his fingers.

“Fine,” he said upon receiving the thumbs-up. “That's all for today. We will have plenty of time for your debt to be paid off.” He withdrew his hand from inside her panties and released her, but keeping her tight against his body and the tree, as he saw that she wouldn't be able to stand.

He brought his fingers soaked with her slick to her lips and placed them there, ordering her to suck on them. Embarrassed, she obeyed. But taking advantage of the momentary courage, she decided to tease him too. She sucked hard, looking straight into his eyes as she snaked her warm, soft tongue through his fingers, wiping away every ounce of her own liquid.

Akaza hardened his gaze on her, and held the growl in his throat. What a provocative dirty whore was that woman? Very different from that innocent person he always saw. But then he smirked, enjoying that side of her. And the price of the debt was only piling up.

To say goodbye to her, he took her lips in another kiss, this time slower, so he could taste her completely from her mouth.

“Tomorrow, at the same time, come here. I don't accept delay, and if it does, I'll make sure to punish you", he threatened, turning his back to her and disappearing from her sight, leaving her behind with a racing heart, weak legs and a fire between her legs that she wouldn't be able to put out by herself.

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miastideclock · 3 years ago

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stray kids reaction: dancing with you at 2am

requested? kinda, me and a friend started talking about it, so here we are warnings: none

stray kids and the songs they dance to at 2am with their significant other

bang chan: cold cold man - saint motel

int. kitchen. night

"you're the only one worth seeing, the only place worth being."

the lyrics whispered across the room, perfectly blending with the sound of a knife softly hitting the cutting board.

you had trouble sleeping, and instead of tossing and turning, risking waking up your boyfriend, you had decided to go to the kitchen to get a snack.

you hummed along gently to the tunes that came from the radio.

you had made sure that it was on the lowest possible volume setting as it wasn't that far to your bedroom from the kitchen.

but, seems it wasn't enough.

"what are you doing?"

the groggy, sleepy voice startled you enough to make you jump around.

your reaction earned a chuckle from chan who stood there in only his sweatpants.

"i'm so sorry! i tried to hard to be quiet." you apologized and put the knife into the sink.

"the music didn't wake me, it was when i reached for you and you weren't there." :(

"you're too cute." you giggled and walked over to him grabbing his hand.

he grabbed it and moved past you just slightly, turning up the music on the radio. no point in keeping it low now that you were both awake.

from there he spun you around on the floor, both of you laughing your hearts out as you danced around the kitchen at two forty-eight in the morning.

lee know: better - khalid

int. living room. night

"you say we're just friends but I swear when nobody's around, you keep my hand around your neck, we connect, are you feeling it now?"

excessive typing and the occasional sigh came from your seat in the big reading chair in your living room. you were currently working on a project that just wasn't coming together.

you wanted to rip your hair out, to cry and scream, but mostly you just wanted to go to bed and snuggle up next to your boyfriend.

minho had gone to bed a couple of hours ago as he had to get up early the next morning for a shoot.

that was why you were extra surprised when his voice was suddenly in the living room with you.

"you doing okay?"

you looked up from your laptop and shook your head no, then pouted your lip in an overdramatic form.

minho chuckled at you, then walked over to you and took the laptop from your lap and placed it on the coffee table.

"what are you doing awake anyways?" you asked, to which he replied he was getting a drink of water.

"you need a break, come."

you grabbed his free hand, while his other quickly clicked on something on his phone, then he threw it onto the pillows on the couch.

the speakers on the tv softly started playing a khalid-song, one you knew.

minho then lead you to the open floor in front of your tv, and started waltzing you around, making sure to act like a proper gentleman to get a laugh out of you, and sure enough..

he did :)

seo changbin: double take - dhruv

int. living room. night

"spend a summer or a lifetime with me, let me take you to the place of your dreams."

the credits of the movie rolled over the screen of your tv, playing some song in the background as the film ended.

you sat up from your position leaning against your boyfriend, and stretched.

"we should get to bed, no?" you suggested as it had gotten late, and changbin agreed. he too sat up and cracked his back, seeing as you both had stiffened up from sitting in the same position for the entire movie.

he grabbed the remote and turned off the movie, then went to the music application on the smarttv, pressing play on a random playlist.

while listening to the music, you cleaned up the popcorn and wine you had enjoyed during the movie, bringing it to the kitchen.

placing the two glasses in the sink, you rinsed them before placing them in the dishwasher.

while doing so, two strong arms wrapped around your waist, swaying to the music.

you leaned your head back onto his shoulder and let him move you away from the sink, and flip you around, re-wrapping his hands around your waist, this time resting his forehead against yours as you danced slowly to the music playing.

you matched his pace and looked into his eyes, forgetting reality for a moment.

hwang hyunjin: arcade - duncan laurance

int. outside. night

"i've spent all of the love I saved, we were always a losing game."

the night sky was clear with stars, twinkling and shining brighter than ever. a warm breeze kissed your face as you laid on the picnic blanket and stared at the constellations.

"i'm pretty sure that's orion's belt." your boyfriend spoke from next to you, and pointed in the direction of his findings.

you looked at where he was pointing and could instantly agree that it was probably correct.

"i love this." you affirmed, hyunjin having been the one to arrange date night.

he rolled over to face you at your statement, looking at you. you did the same and gave him a smile.

other than the soft music playing from your phone, it was quiet- well, as quiet as nature can be.

as you found yourself on top of a hill way outside the city, you could hear the crickets announce their presence, the birds in a nearby tree, and practically hear the grass grow.

"come." hyunjin instructed you and got to his feet, making you do the same.

he grabbed your hand and pulled you in, wrapping his other hand around your waist. you quickly caught on and placed your free hand on his shoulder.

he then started twirling you around, your bare feet getting tickled by the grass, your hair flying around, the two of you giggling and laughing. not that anything was particularly funny, but you were just so happy.

you could dance around forever as long as it was with him.

han jisung: my kind of woman - mac demarco

int. bedroom. night

"you're my, my, my, my kind of woman. and i'm down on my hands and knees."

it was quite rare that your boyfriend woke you up in the middle of the night, if anything, it was the other way around. but that one sunday night, you woke abruptly to a loud sound.

you sat up in bed at the speed of light, ready to protect yourself against intruders.

"what-who-where? i have a bat!" you groggily exclaimed before you could realize what, who or where you were.

"shhh, so sorry i woke you! just go back to sleep." jisung said as he gently pushed you back down so you were lying flat again.

you were too awake to just drift back to sleep, so you took the opportunity to ask him what it was that had made such a loud noise.

"i can't sleep, so i thought if i played some light music it would soothe me, but i forgot i had the volume on max. sorry."

you chuckled at him, then told him to put it back on, and he did.

mac demarco's tunes soon played at a much lower volume this time, making you smile.

"I love this song. dance with me?" you spoke, looking at jisung with a smile. he nodded and you both got out of bed, and moved around the room in each other's arms, still clad in your pj's.

jisung sang along to the song, and you placed your head against his chest, listening to the vibrations of his voice.

if that didn't put you to sleep, you had no idea what would.

lee felix: loving is easy - rex orange county

int. kitchen. night

"yeah, loving is easy, when everything's perfect."

it was late. later than you would usually stay up, but today was special.

your boyfriend was returning home from tour, and you were so excited you didn't know what to do.

he had mentioned he was starving when he was on the plane, so you had gotten to work. you put on some banging tunes and started prepping two a.m. dinner.

you hummed along to the music as you placed the pasta in the boiling water, dancing around the room. there was not a chance in hell you were able to stand still, knowing felix was on his way home.

lucky for you, there had been no traffic and he came home sooner than expected.

he really caught you off guard when you heard the door open, close, and then footsteps running towards you.

"my sunshine!" he practically yelled as he picked you up from behind and spun you around.

"buttercup!" you squealed as he finally sat you down. you whipped around and kissed him, unable to stop smiling.

he held you close and peppered your face with kisses, having missed you so bad.

he kept holding around you even after you managed to choke out the words 'that's enough' between laughs.

"i missed you so much!" he smiled again, now moving the two of you side to side at the same pace as the rex orange county song that played, it ended up in the two of you doing a full dance number.

kim seungmin: invisible things - lauv

int. banquet hall. night

"it's the invisible things that i, that I love the most, it's the way that I feel when i, when I hold you close."

taking a sip from your drink, you scanned the banquet hall, trying to see if anything caught your interest, but you were left disappointed.

you had been invited to a company party as your boyfriend's plus one, which had seemed like a great idea at first, but turned out to be kind of a bummer.

you had originally thought that you and seungmin would be able to be around each other all night, but that was quite contrary to the truth.

you had been separated upon entry and you had yet to see him again. this didn't last too long thought, cause soon you had a pair of hands on your shoulders, squeezing gently.

"you okay?" seungmin asked you, and you leaned your head against his arm. you tried to nod, but it probably only came off as you adjusting.

however, after being your boyfriend for as long as he had, he knew what you meant. so with that, he let go of your shoulders and walked so he was in front of you. he then offered his arm for you to hold onto as he beelined you towards the exit door.

"seungmin, we can't leave yet! the others would kill you."

seungmin just gave you a smile that told you to trust him, and you did. he lead you to the staircase, and up you went.

up, up, up until you reached the roof.

the cold air instantly relaxed you, and you let go of seungmin's arm.

"not leaving, just taking a break." he spoke quietly.

the rooftop was made to a sort of park, with flowers and plants, and patches of grass scattered across, there still being pavement to walk among it.

seungmin then reached out his hand to you, asking you to dance.

you smiled as you nodded and grabbed his hand, moving around to the sound of the music from the party, it being just loud enough to hear, mixing with the sound of cars racing by way down on the road, and also the leaves of trees whistling in the faint breeze.

"you always know what to do." you said as you kissed his cheek.

yang jeongin: this side of paradise - coyote theory

int. airport. night

"darling, you're glowing, if you're lonely, come be lonely with me."

the sound of an announcement over the speakers. the one kid crying in the distance. the occasional security cart racing by.

life at the airport.

you had visited your long-distance boyfriend, but your stay had sadly come to an end.

you had gotten the latest possible ticket to where you would still get back in time for your life back home. what you hadn't planned for though, was the flight getting cancelled and you having to wait at the airport overnight, hence why you were sat at a random gate at two in the morning.

you had been texting jeongin about the situation, and he told you again and again how bad he wanted to fix everything, but he obviously couldn't.

"there is one thing i can do though." was the last text he had sent you before he went awol. you had sent him a few texts after that, but just figured he had fallen asleep.

but not many minutes later, you were proved wrong.

"pumpkin! what are you doing here?" you joyfully exclaimed once you saw jeongin jogging towards you.

"i couldn't let you wait here alone, so i got a random, cheap-ass ticket so i could be here with you." he said and attacked you in a hug. you attacked him right back, over the moon at his actions.

it was still very late, and you were both quite tired, so you sat back down on the chairs you had found, and he held your hand, intertwining your fingers.

the silence was comfortable, but you loved it when jeongin offered you an airpod so you could listen to music together, so you gleefully plugged it into your ear.

before you knew it, jeongin had gotten to his feet, and dragged you along with him.

"dance with me." he smiled.

"are you crazy?" you chuckled at him, but he apparently took it as a yes, cause suddenly you were moving along to the music, your hands around his neck, and his around your waist.

so there you were, two love birds dancing at an empty airport at to in the morning.

hope you liked it! -bennie ♡

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