#maybe this cures ur cold

[preseriesdean]

DEAN + cleaning weapons

[lieutenant-sarcastic]

Cold medicine does things to you actually

[banj0possum]

Zombie Horde x AMAB transfem/gn reader who is working to find a cure for the zombie epidemic?

Like I was imagining reader works in a lab that is then overrun, and reader attempts to flee the horde or secretly continue their experiments when they aren’t looking.

Eventually maybe reader gets used to it and decides to take advantage of the “willing” and (usually) non-violent test subjects.

Love ur work btw <3

i havent given you guys your dose of zombie bitches lately so here ya go <3 this can be also be read as gn maybe

Zombie Horde x MtF!Reader Who's Looking for a Cure

CW: i will make you sob at the end istg, a bit of ewuh body stuff

💀 You've been trying to find a cure ever since the first wave of the epidemic, but the virus spread so quickly that you had to halt your research and flee the city, getting in your car after loading all your equipment and supplies in the trunk and driving off.

💀 Now, after just a few months, you were living in a symbiotic relationship with the very things you swore to destroy. At that point, you've forgotten all about the cure, thinking that there was no more hope on this earth for rehabilitation.

💀 But while lying down in your zombie husband pile at night, the idea sparked in your brain yet again, making you sit up, Ribs' head falling from your shoulder, waking him up.

💀 "S-sorry! So sorry Hun! Uhm..I gotta get something!" You pat Ribs' head before stumbling out of your bed, careful not to trip over the others. Bo blinks a bit before getting up and following you.

💀 You hear a low purr behind you as you were putting on your jacket and backpack and see Bo with a pleading, sleepy face. please come back..it's cold... you could imagine him saying. You chuckle and give him a kiss on the nose. "I'll be back, I promise!" and you run off outside to the parking lot.

💀 You retrieve your supplies from your old car, it's dusty and a bit dirty but the papers you've written were still readable.

💀 You carry the box of stuff back with you, Screw and Soda waiting for you and cocking their heads at the sight of their little mate carrying a box full of tubes and paper.

💀 The horde curiously watches you search through the papers, sometimes writing things down. You mumble soft words they didn't understand whilst looking over two or more papers.

💀 Eventually, you circle a string of letters and numbers and you hold your head in your hands with wide eyes, Screw crawls up to you cooing and you turn to him with the biggest smile on your face.

💀 "I think I got it.."

💀 He cocks his head with a chirp.

💀 "I have the cure..."

💀 You would've never considered it, but with your new discovery of visible consciousness in infected subjects, brain recovery and even bodily recovery can be possible, you just had to find a solution that can increase the body's constructive systems.

💀 You would forge for materials far beyond where you usually searched and would meet up with other survivors to exchange goods in order to conduct your research.

💀 Of course, your husbands were willing to help you, once you told them about your plan, they were so happy! Flesh like yours? Count us in! Ribs especially wants to help; he very much wants his torso back...

💀 The first tests weren't very fruitful but gave interesting results, one experiment with Bo included an injection to his arm, which made his heart beat for a few seconds before slowing and stopping like it was before.

💀 You would also see signs of growth, both Screw and Soda's wounds would appear to be healing themselves.

💀 After a few months of experimentation, you were starting to give up, the boys' wounds and lost body parts being unable to grow back.

💀 It was alright for you though, you never really expected to find the cure so easily, and you weren't sure if it could even work on other zombies.

💀 At least the boys looked a bit better than before though, their hair could grow like a human's and their limps were gone, their joints rejuvenated and no longer rigid, allowing them to move like a normal human and not a living corpse.

💀 You thought that was all that you got from your experiments when..

💀 "(Y-Y/N)?"

💀 That...voice? It sounds familiar somehow...

💀 "Babygirl? Can you hear me?" the voice says again, it was gruff with a bit of a southern accent.

💀 "That's not her name!" Another voice, more higher pitched that the first.

💀 "It's a nickname Ribs!" One quietly says.

💀 Your neck almost snaps at the speed you turned back.

💀 "Uhm..hey there babes.." Bo says awkwardly.

💀 Looks like their vocal chords grew back too...

[aestheticaltcow]

i saw you’re open to requests right now, and i love how you write carmy!! i was wondering if you could do anything about him teaching r how to cook? helping them with a recipe? i love ur work!!🫶

Stop you're gonna make me blush 😭

But, yes, I take requests. I took some creative liberties with this one, but I like how it turned out.

The Bear Masterlist

Soft jazz filled Carmy’s cozy apartment as the two of you stood in the kitchen. Carmy was next to you, trying to make sense of your Dad’s sloppy cursive writing. “I - this man… what the fuck does he mean by light brown chicken?” he mumbled, getting more confused by the second. “And to think the three Michelin star chef can’t figure out what this is BUT had the gull to taunt his non-three Michelin star chef partner for being confused.” Carmy rolled his eyes at your rebuttal and playfully nudged you, “Shut up baby.”  you laughed and handed him the card. “They never taught us about ‘Daddy soup’ in culinary school.” you shrugged and took another sip of broth, gagging at the taste. “I don’t know how I fucked up that soup so bad.” Carmy laughed. “Describe it to me- I will figure it out.”

With the recent passing of your father, you’d found yourself desperate to find a way to connect to him, hence the need for ‘Daddy soup’ growing up; whenever it was cold out or whenever you or your siblings were upset, he’d make ‘Daddy soup’ it was the cure to everything. You attempted to explain it to Carmy, “It was chicken? Maybe turkey? There was carrot… celery? I don’t know- it just tasted like love.”

Carmy spent weeks cross-referencing cookbooks and online recipes. He made stock after stock after stock. He called both of your sisters to get a new perspective on what he should do. After weeks of eating only soup for lunch and dinner, Carmy thought he’d figured it out. “Hey, you doin’ anythin’ tonight?” Carmy asked when you answered the phone, “What you cookin’ me?” “Don’t make me say it…” Carmy awkwardly chuckled, “I’ll come over at 7.” 

“Okay, can you chop these for me while I shred this duck,” Carmy explained, handing you one of his knives. “Be careful, Syd, and I sharpened our knives last night.” you shot him a confused look, “The fattiness of the duck was what my first and fourth attempts were missing- it’ll be good, I promise.” You shot Carmy a quizzical look but started chopping onions and carrots as he’d instructed. He helped you cook the garlic, making sure it didn’t burn this time around. 

“Okay. Try it.” Carmy said, biting the inside of his cheek. As you brought a spoon up to your lips, he swallowed nervously. He stared at you intensely as you tasted the soup. You licked your lips and took another spoonful from the pot. You stood there momentarily and thought, “Well, it’s not Daddy soup but Carmy soup.” Carmy frowned at your criteria, “I thought I had it-” “Carmy, I don’t think anyone can recreate my Dad’s soup, but this is delicious and tastes like love. Thank you.”

[chaotic-iguana]

Refuge | chapter four. 

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chapter four: changes. 

wordcount: 2.1k summary: the aftermath of everything that has been warnings: estrangement, recovery from trauma, mentions of child death. some fluff a/n: reshuffling over! lmk ur thoughts <3

You stayed true to your word. 

You started your own book club; letting the gossiping, brutal women of Jackson into your safe haven and their shrill giggles fill your bookshop. You even smiled along, a quick flash of your teeth assuring them all that you considered yourself one of them even when theydidn’t think so. You knew it’d get back to Maria if you didn’t cooperate. 

It wasn’t too bad, though. The book club whispered about Joel, sure - but only until you walked into the room. It was all nervous grins and terrible changes of topic after that, with their breaths held and eyes darting. They were scared of you; you’d gained a reputation after the…incident. 

Speaking of Maria, she hadn’t so much as approached you. No, she lurked in the shadows, with tight-lipped smiles and apologetic winces. Fred was eating solids now, and Maria practically had her tongue in his ass every time you saw them. You saw the judgement in their eyes. Straigtening, you turned away. 

Tommy had come by and sat down for a cup of tea, spending hours straightening everything out. You’d forgiven him, despite not understanding why he hid Joel from you.Maybe he was a coward. Maybe he was just an idiot. You didn’t care. Either ways, he was truly sorry. That was enough. 

You looked different now. Like a lion with blunt, rounded claws, and teeth that had been pulled out by a merciless owner for his amusement. Your hair and your nails and your appetite were better, easier to look at. Gone was the animalistic fervor that had once been written on your face. Your cheeks were fuller now, flushed in the cold; eyes softer too. 

You looked like her again. Sarah’s mother, Joel’s wife. You. The mirrors in your house found themselves draped with old bedsheets. Their reflection was a jarring, cruel sight you’d long stopped looking at. 

You couldn’t shake the thought that Sarah would have hated what you became - weak, timid, broken. You could picture it - the frown; Joel’s frown - and the way she’d curl her bottom lip out. Aching for her was inevitable. 

If there was a God, you would have begged Him to let you die in her place. But there wasn’t, so you decided to live for her, instead. 

Each rise of the sun signified battle, more ground to cover and another step to take. To get out of bed, to change, to shower. To open the shop, to wave at people, to smile. 

 And in the dark hours when the sun’s warmth abandoned you, familiar shadows crept into your room to wrap themselves around you once again. They crawled into your mind and festered within you; a sickness with no cure. Under the safety of your blanket, the tears would come - and with them, the panic. All you had to ground you were two words that served as both your blessing, and your curse. A brand marring the flesh of your psyche; seared into your soul. 

I lived. 

Sisyphus was punished for cheating death, too, wasn’t he? 

You established a strict routine. Wake, shower, change. Go on a walk, pick flowers, go to the store, open the shop. Repeat. 

A lifeline, really, to stop you from scratching at the plaster on your walls. You’d forgotten how exhausting it was to pretend being okay when you weren’t. You’d forgotten how exhausting it was to fall apart alone, too. It left a bitter taste on your tongue. 

The good days were good, but the bad ones were terrible. Hands would grasp at your mouth, your neck, your chest, limbs growing heavy; and you’d be underwater again. 

You stayed in bed longer on those days. The routine would fall apart, and so would you. 

Against all odds - and intent - you made a new friend. It started with a grin from across the street, making you look over your shoulder in confusion. Surely that was meant for someone else? Brows furrowing at the empty street behind you, you’d reciprocated- but the grimace on your face was unyielding, lips stretching in an awkward baring of your teeth. You walked home faster that day, that replying laugh ringing in your ears. A warm, infectious grin turned into a smirk, paired with a “Hi!” you couldn’t resist replying to. Until you walked into her at the store, not having the heart to turn down her offer to walk home with you, realising you couldn't resist replying to everything else, either. The circumstances of your initial meeting were forgotten, and a bond was forged; purely because of the way her eyes twinkled with excitement, forgoing pleasantries for an exclamation that made you laugh. 

“I can’t believe you’re such a badass, I mean-not that you can’t be, just that I wasn’t expecting it, y’ know?” 

You’d quickly found that once she started talking, it took the threat of a clicker for Ellie to stop. And since you were in Jackson, and the threat non-existent, she prattled in your ear for nearly half an hour before you excused yourself. Initially, you’d been overwhelmed with her monologues - and a little concerned with the low number of breaths she took in between the rush of words that came tumbling out of her mouth. Nevertheless, there was something about the adorable way that she said exactly what was on her mind that warmed you up towards her, her constant chattering carving a way into your heart. 

I didn’t know Joel had a wife. God, when I met you I thought you were a little scary, maybe even a little weird, y’ know? I mean, you did kinda try to stab me with a pen? But that’s ok - Joel told me you didn’t know about Sarah. I’m really sorry about her, by the way. I know you said you didn’t want people to be sorry but like, I am. Plus, you’re nice to me now, so it doesn’t matter. You run a bookshop, right? Wait-do you have comics? Or joke books? 

Her answering squeal at the dip of your chin had made you smile - the first, genuine time your lips had stretched and lifted of their own volition - and so began yet another ritual. Ellie came by almost everyday, ignoring you when you said she could take home whatever she liked, arguing with a I have an excuse to visit you now! It all works out, see. She’d sit, and you’d make her some tea-she hated coffee, and her description of no wonder Joel’s so bitter all the time nearly made you giggle- and you’d both talk, or read, or just sketch together. 

It quickly became your favorite part of each day. 

Sometimes, she’d bring her friends too. They’d giggle about stupid jokes and shoot each other longing glances while thumbing through the pages of books they hadn’t even read the cover of, clearly neglecting their reading in favor of much better, important things like how stupid is Eugene’s new haircut? The fact that they got to have these moments at all - in your bookshop of all places (adolescence breeds fragility in spaces considered “safe” enough) - soothed a raw, gaping wound you hadn’t noticed before. The sounds of their laughter scared the nightmares for a few hours. 

Though, you suppose calling them nightmares wouldn’t be quite so apt anymore. Memories, more like. The image of Joel’s knees on your vinyl tiles, was one you saw every time you closed your eyes. Shoulders slack, hands trembling and bloodshot eyes. Lips wobbling and voice cracking; the deafening silences of his confirmation. Repentance. 

You wanted to turn back time; to pull his hands into yours, to kiss away his tears and let him bury his head into your shoulder, like he used to. To hold him and tell him over and over not to join his palms; not to kneel. 

One repents only for the sins they have committed. 

Sarah’s death was not his fault. 

Tommy told you how it happened. And you hadn’t slept for a week when you found out she died in his arms. The distance between you and him was suffocating. The gaping maw of a chasm threatening to swallow you whole.

It hurt more to know he was within your reach, yet just out of grasp. 

He had shut himself away this time. The fight with Ellie had supposedly gotten worse - though you hadn’t yet intervened; you didn’t know if you still had the place to. Joel didn’t leave the house except for necessities and to go on his patrols. You only knew because you'd been at the store one day when you saw him. Eyes sunken, cheeks hollower, beard overgrown and scraggly. Fingers inching towards him, you’d barely opened your mouth when his eyes had locked on yours, and he’d promptly turned away to walk out. 

You didn’t open the bookshop that day. Or leave your bed again, for that matter. 

Ellie had stood outside in the cold for hours. 

You didn’t blame him for his isolation. The lack of contact between you both had become another scandal in Jackson, providing many ladies with the wondrous opportunity to appoint themselves to make him casseroles and cookies and cakes and whatever the fuck else they were making him, shameless enough to leave it at his door when he stopped opening it for them. Again, you said nothing. Again, you didn’t know if you still held the place.  

The attention he got was unsettling, but expected. It had been the same before the outbreak, too. Jealousy, however, was a feeling that didn’t come to you often. Joel hadn’t ever given you anything to be jealous about. 

Which was why you weren’t sure what to make of that woman - Tess. You weren’t upset with Joel. You just didn’t know how to feel. He thought you were dead, too. The world ended, Sarah died. Tommy left. He had no one. If her presence eased the burden on his back, the smudges of blue on his lips, or the wild, haunted look in his eyes, you felt comforted by the fact that she was with him. She had died for him and Ellie. That alone, made you pick a flower in her remembrance every single morning, putting it in your window as a reminder for yourself. She saved him; she was the reason he was here at all. 

Which was why you hated that the idea of her still stung a little. You felt stupid, wanted to claw your hair and pinch the back of your hand. You didn’t even know if Joel still considered himself your husband, and yet the thought of him with someone else still made your clothes feel too tight. 

You always picked the brightest flower. 

It was on one of your worst days, when your mind had been spitting vile, spiteful quips at you that you cracked. That the silence between you and him transformed into a brutal, merciless thing; gripping your throat and making you choke on your tears as you lay in bed. 

You hated him. 

For the limbo he’d thrown you into. He’d defend you to Maria but he wouldn’t talk to you. He’d fight with Ellie, threaten Fred, but he’d walk out of a store if he saw you. 

He hates me. He hates me and blames me and Tess would have been so much better. Tess should have survived. He hates me for living. Sarah should be here. Tess should be here. But they aren’t, and he’s left with me, and he hates me. 

All you knew was you needed him. You flung your blanket off and bolted down your stairs, without thinking. A steady chant of his name overtook your mind, wiping away everything else. You flung your door open, defenseless against the frigid bite in the air as you stood in nothing but a shirt that hung loose on your frame and shorts that didn’t even reach your knees. And you ran, barefoot, until you were shivering, staring at his porch. Wracking your mind, you tried to come up with an excuse or an idea or something to explain your presence at three fucking am, sinking your teeth into your lip in irritation at the absolute blank you faced. 

Until you heard a sniffle, from the other side of the door. 

You didn’t realise you’d reached his door until your fist was rapping against it, softly. You didn’t know what to say until the words it’s me had already left your mouth. 

The sound of a muffled thud reached you, and a shuffle. A pause at the door - as if in deliberation. You held your breath. 

And waited. 

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[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

The cure t state of this fandom (*cough cough, post atyd) makes me sad and this fandom mainly doesnt vring me joy anymore (except for ur blog) now the only thing that makes me stay or interact is regulus being a loser truthers, Sirius black in general (canon nor fanon) and my newest obsession: Fem! Marauders (like whole genderbend of everyone!!!) Do u have any hcs?? My personal faves are short haired Sirius, crazy long hair remus, fem jock James (like playing sports in mini skirts and stuff), peter in cute floral cardigans that she crocheted, transfem regulus (who's sirius's loser little sister) maxi skirt goth sev and sm more!!!! Uf love to hear your ideas ��

HELP yes yes yes anon ily these are ? so cute ? i love this sm !!! dream ask. um the before is all very very true too like FUCK FANON & loser regulus is the only regulus

fem sirius my bbygirl i LOVE HER !!!! yes yes yes but (much like male sirius) i hc her to have super long hair (hip length) till like she runs away and is at james' place where she gets a buzzcut (mommy issues) and like yes. she keeps it super cropped and CLOTHES !!! she has all clothes . she will show up to get coffee with you in a floor length gown. "i had it lying around :/". babe how do simply you have that lying around. but like grr i do love her in formal wear, not a lot of revealing clothing but like very hot yk. im thinking lots of purples. dark dark purples that almost look like black. also im getting a strong vivienne westwood vibe. oh and jewellery !!! silver girly (obv). statement rings !!!!! she's also very pierced like full ears lip eyebrow nose or septum idk naval maybe nipples when shes older . as for make up its like. dark lipstick w nothing else or dark eye make up w nothing else. i cant decide. 2492 tattoos.

REMUS !!! LUPIN !!! IS !!! WHIMSIGOTH !!! but not purples and blacks. greens and browns. brown leather shoes . long long skirts. she has a skirt collection. its insane. it would be a rare sight to see her in a pants. lots of layering, too !!! she runs cold and will wear 3 shirts and 3 skirts . they all look ugly but once she puts them on its gorgeous. ALSO JEWELLERY !!!!!!!!!!!! she has so much jewelry. accessories in general. she is knee deep in poverty and it because she has 4927 belts and bags and necklaces and rings and bracelets and earrings and body jewelry. not any piercings except her basic ear piercing, though. (shes scared of needles). ALSO HER W CRAZY LONG HAIR ?? yum. delicious. she has like curly hair (2b/2c) and its frizzy because she never takes care of it and its REALLY long like goes to her waist and to her knees when straightened and its like freaky. she doesnt like straightening her hair because she likes the crazy witch look. i love this. also she has moles. idk if male remus does but female remus lupin does and i know this because i kiss them every night before i go to bed.

fem jock james fem jock james fem jock james. shed bedazzle her quidditch jerseys (her mom would) (she can't sow) and wear tiny shorts for reasons that are Definitely Not Slutty. also !! she wears sarees . all the time. and you can see her abs and her BICEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and she has like short curly hair and wears big winged eyeliner and LOVES highlighter like she is SHINING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! nude lipsticks w brown lipliner and KOHL !!! and male james has this too but important to mention dimples!! oh and piercings. a few on her ears (her first non-lobe one was in solidarity with sirius since sirius was doing it at james' place and was scared, but after they fucked around a little james really wanted a few more !!!) and a nose piercing . maybe a naval piercing once she's out of hogwarts. and ACNE SCARS AHHHH JAMES POTTERS ACNE SCARS IM GAY . also she also dresses like a homeless man. as in shell come in one day with a cute pink saree and her make up done and the next day in clothes that look like they belong to hagrid (size wise) or a raccoon (aesthetic wise). and um she may have a lot of clothes but what youll find her in most often is sweatpants and a SLUTTY tank top. (and spiderman sandals)

peter is fluctuates between romantic goth and cottage core. what unites her? corsets. she wears corsets. she will wear them 24/7 if she could (remus reminds her to not wear them too long!). she loves dramatic sleeves and hair accessories. im thinking mid-backish but she she curls them often so they sit a bit below her shoulders. hair accessories shes a sucker for flowers, dried or fresh depending on the aesthetic. also !! flared jeans. made for her. flared jeans with embroidery and she has all her friends' initials or like a moon and antlers and a paw print yk for her girlss !! ALSO very good at make up. eye make up in particular. she taught sirius how to do her make up and before peter got into goth culture herself shed dress sirius up ("i am not your dress up doll!" "but youre pretty like one" "STOP TRYING TO WOO ME!!!!"). fake freckles because hers fade in the winter. bangs era never faded.

LOSER REGULUS YUMMY. copied every single outfit sirius wore for like YEARS till sirius screamed and cried and hit her. parents thought her want to wear feminine clothing was because she wanted to be like her sister. shes also very formal but, like, less slutty form fitting clothes + no piercings. make up is always immaculate. still steals sirius' clothes but is more subtle about it. screams when there is one (1) possibility that she may get a stain on her. hair is almost always up in a lose bun w some face framing. mascara blindness lowkey.

you raise me goth severus i raise you specifically 1920s inspired goth severus. pin straight hair that falls over her shoulders (does not grow further no matter what she does) (though honestly she hasnt done much). wears only black (shes dedicated). flapper dresses but to her ankles. flats or t-shaped heels. is naturally pale and makes herself lighter with make up so her black black lipstick stands out. she has naturally thin lips so she tries overlining for a while (epic fail!!). her eye make up is never as intricate as she hopes but then she finds out the beauty of VIELS and wears one always. lace headpieces she spends hours on, learning from her mother or lily, and shes so fucking proud of them yk. very intricate beading on her dresses!!! she does half them herself, she guys her dresses matt and makes cool designs on them (or at least she plans to, most of them ending up resembling lilies). long gloves !!! her hands are fucked from her potion work and writing and she adores long gloves.

i love these sm please 29484 more fun asks

[k9punkout]

Luka for ask game?

OUUUUGHHH LUKA IS SO SO INTERESTING

1. Why I like them

i like how realistic he is in terms of portraying traumatic household situations/grooming.

he's been taught that love equates to violence and that human beings are objects of no importance other than to please the segyein, and he exhibits that behavior when he interacts with others, which in turn harms them.

he believes that his torture is for his own benefit. it is the greatest love he has ever known, and i find that so so sad and it makes for such an interesting character.

his design is also very beautiful.

2. Why I don't

this connects a lot to why i DO like him. i love the way his character developed due to his trauma, but the things that it led him to do are unforgivable, to put it mildly.

3. Favorite lyric

"make me your god, I can give you everything."

4. Favorite frame/screenshot

this one literally infuriates me because i can FEEL the condescension just OOZING from him. not only that, but despite his face being rather expressive here, whatever emotion that's being portrayed feels fabricated and mocking, and it's mainly due to the fact that his eyes are just. dead.

he puts on a whole show, commands the audience and all the like but he's really just a corpse-like puppet on strings most of the time.

honorable mention to this one:

because i feel like this is the most alive he's ever felt.

5. Favorite outfit

luka fits always go hard but i particularly love this one

6. Favorite official art

this one is so unnerving; the way heperu looms over luka, the sense of powerlessness, the monotone adding an underlying sense of misery that luka couldn't explain if he tried,,,, GHHH

honorable mention to this one:

i dont even NEED to explain all the ways this makes me nauseous. the shadow. the red collar. he's just a kid. i hate it but i love it BECAUSE i hate it. the art does its job very well.

7. Favorite canon fact

urrgghh literally everything we know about him is sad. maybe the fact that he just falls asleep randomly, anywhere. pretty sad when you think about it too hard but like. imagine ur engaging in conversation with him and then you turn away for TWO SECONDS and he's just out cold 💀

8. Favorite straight-up-not-canon headcanon

actor au luka gets rlly nervous around actor au hyuna and has the most wholesome crush on her.

9. Favorite song/cover

the way he sounded in Blink Gone scratched my brain so good RAHHH

10. Song I want them to cover

hear me out on cure with hyuna and luka. hear me out on it guys

[d3adite666]

Doug Remer and Joe Cooper Headcannons

Gender Neutral :)

MDNI NSFW/SUGGESTIVE THEMES

Doug Remer

- Definitely would pick you up when he hugs you, especially if you’re way shorter than him

-He probably makes fun of you in a loving way, calling you nicknames to “mock” your height difference, that type of guy to use your shoulder as an armrest to annoy you.

-“I’m like a tree compared to you, it’s adorable how short you are” with a sly smile (mf you wanna be a tree i’m gonna climb you like one)

-Going with the hug thing, he would so sling you over his shoulder and carry you away. You’re having a conversation with Coop? Too bad, you’re getting swept up and carried away.

-This man would be down bad, like yeah he seems all smooth and shit but deep down he prob twitches when he gets nervous.

-Playing with his hands and twiddling his thumbs, blushing if you literally just acknowledge his presence. If he flirts and you reciprocate that?? Boy he’s a mf goner, consider him folded.

-Definitely the type of guy to be having his arm draped around ur waist and then manhandle your ass, playfully yes but you’d give him the stink eye and he’d act like he didn’t do anything.

-Would get high with you and then beg for you to do his makeup, straddling his waist as you sit there putting eyeliner and lashes on him. (maybe you can convince him to put on a dress to flatter his slutty waist, oop who said that).

-Loves the feeling of your hands in his hair. Sometimes will just lay down with his head in your lap in the hopes that you’ll get the message. Looking up through his eyelashes with puppy dog eyes.

-Wants to always be in physical contact with you, a hand on your thigh, arm around your waist, your head on his shoulder. You name it he will yearn for it, even if it’s just interlocking pinkies under the kitchen table.

Joe Cooper

-Personally, Coop to me feels like a gentle lover, afraid to break you just by holding your hand as if you’re a fragile artifact.

-Maybe it’s my personal view, but just like trey i feel as if coop would also be an avid enjoyer of The Cure.

-If you’re goth you definitely told him he looks like blonde Robert Smith once and that almost brought a tear to his eye (this is just fact trey looks like young robert in my eyes).

-Yearning love, would have a crush on you in highschool but would never tell you out of fear of rejection or you pushing him away.

-He is the type of guy to sneak looks and then get flustered and look away if you catch him, maybe even grabbing a book or some shit and acting like he’s doing something completely different.

-Along with this he is so oblivious to your affections, remer and squeak would be screaming at him that you reciprocate feelings and he’d pull some “idk man” bullshit.

-Would drunk dial you, i will take no critcism. Coop would call you after a few drinks and tell you he pissed his pants at school in sophmore year or some shit. (You’d never bring it up though to not embarrass him).

-Literally generates heat, bro is a mf fireplace. You’re cold? Go sit next to Coop, it’s not like he’s gonna let you leave his side anyways. You’re babysitting him 24/7 (not that you mind).

[pumpkinsy0]

HCs of Pony taking care of Curly if hes REALLY sick

damn y both of em gotta b sick, what they got the plague??😭😭

i actually got sick somehow in a few hours so whoever sent that first sick anon u WILL pay

•curlys always trying to get up and leave, so pony has to push him back down

•curlys brain is basically melting and hes pretty much only speaking kreyòl and pony just has to decipher wtf hes on about

•pony could literally make tea that cures cancer and curly wouldnt drink it bc he hates tea, pony has to settle for orange juice which curly barely likes but he accepts it

•pony cooks him ramen noodles bc baby thats all they got rn😭😭, maybe he slips some of the medication in there bc curly was being difficult w it the other day

“whys this taste weird”

“ur taste buds fucked up dw bout it”

•it doesnt matter if curlys already fdeling cold, him sneezing as much as he does makes him feel hot so he DEMANDS for a fan to stay on him

•curly just rlly wants to b left alone so ponys in the other room for a while then checks on curly (whos in the dark bc he hates light while hes sick)

•pony thinks curly sick is just eerie, hes so still only moving to like rub his face and theres obviously labored breathing, its so odd seeing curly like that to him

•he still knows its the same okd curly bc he made a dirty joke while pony was rubbing vicks vapor rub on his chest, so the sadness was shortlived

•pony had a humidifier and brought it over into the room and curly called him a nerd bc who fr has a humidifier just lyin around🤨🤨

•throwin this out there for a bit of angst, but since pony was talkin about his dead parents while he was sick, maybe curly was mumbling about the day they had to leave haiti or somethin and thats how pony found out curly was a refugee

[montimer]

Hello hello!

I am currently sick and I feel like you've already done a sick reader but could you do one where they can't or won't move because their body feels like led, and they hate touching people when sick.

If you do, do this could you do it with Arkhamverse ĵoker and btas joker?

Thanks if you do this!

Heyy, im sorry this took so long. Hope you feel better!

Arkham,btas!joker x sick reader

Arkhamverse

He is very touchy but if you tell him off he'll stop

He might kidnap a doctor to check up on you (threatening them if they don't find a cure it'll end bad for em)

He won't really leave ur side. He'll tell you to stay in bed, to eat and drink enough. If you dont he'll get even more worried, which seems like anger but hes actually just worried. (He wont hurt you or act mad at you, he just snaps at anyone else. When you talk to him his eyes soften and quietly listen to you)

You can't move or barely? Hes trying to think of anything to help. He hates seeing his darling so sick.

He doesnt really care if he gets sick, he can deal w it. But you are a different matter.

Once you do get better he'll get very VERY clingy. He couldn't hug you for a week or so, he grew touch starved that easyly.

He just loves you so much he'll give up on working on his plan just to stay by ur side.

Btas

He'll let out a gasp when you don't let him touch you. He'll go for ur forehead tho, he needs to see if ur overheating. Otherwise he'll barely stay put.

He'll pout and act all dramatic. Hes very worried when you can't really move but he'll try to make you laugh atleast anyway.

He'll bring whatever u need. Cold? He got you blankets. Hungry, thirsty? He got ur favourite. Still can't get up? Dont worry he'll bring you whatever you need. Mostly medicine, to help you get better.

Maybe some hot soup will also help?

His head is full of ideas of how to help.

Once you do get better he'll be very clingy too.

Kissing you all over, telling you how much he missed this.

His darling is all good now and that's all that matters

(Again im really sorry it took so much time, i kinda forgot ab this app plus i was having trouble. But here it is, im backk)

[mirrortouchedsea]

sending tatsukana waves in ur brain

Combined with a prompt from @agried on discord

HiMERU hated the church as soon as he stepped foot in it. Not only had his younger brother been stuck there for months, the bastard Amagi HiMERU had decided to travel with, would not shut up about trying to marry Shiina. And Kazehaya, on top of all of that, indulged in their shenanigans! Amagi’s whining was almost unbearable but it’s not as if HiMERU could just leave now. He had found his brother, his sole purpose in wandering the wasteland around them, and what sort of brother would he be if he just up and left over something like that? 

At the very least, it seemed that the church itself had also stifled some of Shiina’s cravings for food. There wasn’t anything about the building that would make anyone think that it could “cure” zombieism, but it seemed to do just that. At least, while the infected were within the walls, and only if they hadn’t fully turned and passed on. 

One night, after Kaname and Tatsumi Kazehaya had squirreled away somewhere (Kaname complained about HiMERU keeping him from seeing Kazehaya during the day, and would always run off at night, much to HiMERU’s chagrin) and Shiina had passed out in the corner with Oukawa, snacks spilling onto his lap, HiMERU was approached by Amagi. This wasn’t an unusual occurrence by any means, the two of them often planning their next day’s travels together after the two younger party members were asleep, but since finding the church the meetings had been less frequent and brief. 

“Hey, Merumeru, you got a minute?” HiMERU was sitting outside in the cool night air. The church was stifling in the nighttime. 

“He knows you’re going to bother him anyway, so out with it Amagi.” 

“So cold!��� Amagi sat himself next to HiMERU on the ground. “Well anyway, I know Niki-kun is…I really want to marry him, since we don’t know when things will get…” Better, HiMERU completed in his head. It was always when, not if with Amagi. “I don’t know what I would do if something happened to him.” 

The various nights Amagi and Shiina had gone back and forth on that question before arriving at the church, HiMERU and Oukawa could tell Shiina had cold feet about it. Something from before everything, before meeting the two of them, kept Shiina from saying yes. Shiina himself had admitted to HiMERU one of the nights Amagi was out of town on a supply run that he wanted to say yes but didn’t know how. 

“HiMERU thinks you two need to talk like adults instead of the children you act like every day.” 

“You really think we act like that?” Amagi’s tone was teasing but HiMERU could never let a chance like this slip away. 

“The two of you are constantly fighting about the stupidest of things, delaying our movements and making our mornings hell. You can never be honest about your feelings and HiMERU would rather have the two of you sucking face in front of him because then at least you would be quiet and he could get some peace and quiet.” Amagi’s face had turned bright red at the last remark. 

“D’ya think he’d be okay with it, then?” 

“Amagi, HiMERU cannot stress this enough, Shiina is the only one who would want to deal with you for the rest of their life.” 

--- 

As happy as Kaname was about seeing his big brother, it was a bit…overwhelming seeing him in person all the time. Before, at least, Kaname could lie over the phone about his activities, pretend to be doing everything his brother asked of him and his brother would be none the wiser. But in person, it was hard to escape the overpowering stare of that same brother who was almost detached over the tinny speaker of Kaname’s phone. 

It had been several months since they had spoken, so maybe big brothers just got protective when they didn’t know what happened to their younger siblings. The wild guy with red hair seemed to be protective of Hiiro, one of the other people staying at the church, and the two of them looked like brothers. Kaname’s brother’s friend (what a mouthful, but honestly Kaname could never be bothered to learn that guy’s name) was overbearing sometimes towards Hiiro, not letting him go out on dangerous missions, opting to go himself. If Kaname wasn’t…then his brother would probably do the same. 

Night was the only time Kaname got any time away from his brother it seemed. He would slip away to Tatsumi’s secret room behind the altar of the church and they would sit and talk. Kaname knew his brother resented Tatsumi, with how he never allowed Kaname to talk to him during the day, but he couldn’t understand why. Tatsumi was the one who saved Kaname, took him in even when he was a stranger to him and fed him. Tatsumi was even able to save Kaname after his… 

He hated to dwell on it. Tatsumi’s body was much warmer, Kaname curled up into his side. He would move mountains if Tatsumi asked him to, but he also saw how Tatsumi pushed himself too far. Curling up against him was the only way to get Tatsumi to actually rest some nights. Kaname didn’t want to watch the priest work himself to death. Tatsumi hated to disturb Kaname’s sleep and would indulge in the moment. Kaname didn’t totally understand Tatsumi’s religion, but the little he did know, he wished that Tatsumi could let himself be free. Just for a day. 

“Hey, Tatsumi-senpai.” Kaname adjusts his body so his head is in Tatsumi’s lap, staring up at him. 

“Yes, Kaname-san?” Tatsumi’s hand drifted to Kaname’s hair and Kaname closed his eyes, savoring the touch. 

“You need to sleep more. I’m worried about you sometimes, with those bags under your eyes.” They don’t suit you. 

“I’m fine, Kaname-san, but I appreciate the concern.” Kaname hummed and rolled onto his side, facing the wall away from Tatsumi. Ugh, couldn’t this guy just take the hint already? 

“Well I think I’m going to have nightmares again tonight so will you sleep with me?” Kaname did sometimes have nightmares and Tatsumi being nearby, especially if they were touching in some way did help ward them off so it wasn’t entirely a lie. A white lie, to get Tatsumi to care for himself. 

Tatsumi chuckled. “If it’ll help you sleep, then I’m sure I can take a rest with you.” 

Kaname immediately moved to make room for Tatsumi on the small bedroll they shared most nights. “Thank you, Tatsumi-senpai.” This close, Kaname could appreciate Tatsumi’s moles on his perfect face, tempting him to run a thumb over them, leave gentle kisses on them. 

Could Tatsumi officiate his own wedding? 

Maybe Kaname should ask him on a date first. When this was all over, Kaname could leave the church and they could get ice cream together, kissing the remnants from their lips. 

And maybe he should try and be content with sleeping in Tatsumi’s arms for the night until that day comes. 

[ovwechoes]

hello i love love love ur writing sm like omg it’s absolutely godly, anywho i was wondering if you could do zenyatta x fem! s/o (can be sfw or nsfw, just desperate for zen content)

Fluffvember Day 2: Secret Identity with Zenyatta x Reader Thank you for the request anon! It's under the cut, and I hope you enjoy it c: Themes: gn reader, unestablished relationship, hidden feelings, enemy! reader, healing. Word count: 1437

As you staggered towards the doors of the monastary, your mind was already conjuring your newest excuse. You always had to, to keep your identity safe from your supposed ‘enemy’. A part of you wished you could be honest, open with the monk that stayed behind the closed door infront of you. But how would you explain that your injuries were, and always had been, from your missions with Talon? How would you cope with losing his caring touch because of your job? Maybe he would understand, but you couldn't risk that.

And so, you eventually found yourself infront of the familiar door. Cracks were building into the wood, reminding you of it's fragility as you now held your arm in a desperate attempt to comfort yourself. The pain was growing more unbearable, as your body's strength was being spent rapidly. Your eyes were lidden fast, with your vision blurring as you held a fist to it's familiar spot against the door. One, two, three knocks were enough to bring attention to you. You hoped, prayed even, that the omnic behind it would cure your ills as you felt your mind grow blank. As the door creaked open, you watched your vision go black and your mind succumb to the pain with your body dropping to the cold, cobble ground beneath you.

Suddenly, you awoke to the comforting feeling of metal against your skin. Your body had sunk into the linen bedding that lay underneath you, supporting your weight as your eyes fluttered open. Your vision still blurred, still unable to make out which monk was tasked with healing your wounds this time. But your body already knew, by the way it never jumped when the cold metallic fingers touched your wounds in their own methodical, precise manner. You stayed still as you met your mind catch up with itself - something you had to do every time you found yourself in this position.

“Welcome back.” the omnic above you hummed, his voice vibrating through his constructed vocal chords. Your ears took no time with figuring out who was tending to you, analysing the way their phrase was melodic in tone and soothing to hear.

You couldn't bring yourself to reply, letting the omnic focus on your body instead of idle chat. It was easier this way; it allowed you to hide your excuse for longer, and keep yourself clean of the guilt of lying to someone you valued deeply. It was for the best, you always told yourself, and so your chosen silence was necessary right now. And it seemed the omnic had noticed by now.

“Ah, silence can be a powerful form of communication.” the omnic spoke, as you closed your eyes. You prepared your mind for his words, refusing to give up on the comfort of avoiding speaking right now. You listened as he paused, his fans humming gently and his hands presumably moving to more of his anasthetic oitments and balms. You knew him too well by now, and were ready to be treated as you always had been. The omnic's fans increased as he mimicked an inhale, before continuing.

“Please, take your time to find your words. I am here to listen.” he murmured softly, letting his words sink into your ears and ease you into peaceful bliss. He had a special way of calming you, trusting you to do what you needed right now. You kept your eyes closed instinctively - were you avoiding the conversation, or simply too scared to lie to the omnic that you had grown so familiar with by now? You didn't know, and you didn't want to find out either.

You lay softly as you let him continue working on your wounds. With every step of his care, you found yourself drifting into the past. You couldn't help but be reminded of your first encounter with him by how steady his hands were as he massaged the numbing balm into your skin. You had met him by mistake of course, and learned of his name that night as he stitched your knife wounds without further questioning. Zenyatta, he told you was what he called himself, and he encouraged you to learn that name and rely on him in the future. That's where your connection to him started, and your mind replayed the moments spent together from there onwards as he continued healing your ills.

But suddenly, sharply, you jolted from the pain of the antisceptic ointment meeting the open wound laying on your ribcage. Eyes widening, you finally looked onwards with your heart pounding in your chest. It brought you back to reality as though the pain pulled you from the nostalgia back here, underneath the omnic and at his whim. It reminded you of how far you had come with Zenyatta, how much you relied on his care and yet how painful the process was each and every time. Your body jumped upwards, sitting up in response to the stinging pain that seeped into you seemingly endlessly. Zenyatta was quick to move his hand to your stomach, holding it there gently as he met your stare.

“Your pain is but a moment, and it does not define you.” he began, his voice medolic and instrumental to calming your racing heart. You let yourself enjoy the comforting, cold feeling of his metal hand holding your bare stomach as you let him continue.

“Breathe deeply; I am here to help you find your strength.” Zenyatta said, as his hand remained firm against your body. You felt yourself calming, doing as instructed and breathing heavily and shakily in, and out. Over and over. He mimicked this too, making sure to never leave you behind nor alone. He may not be human, but he will always make sure that you feel united in these moments however he could.

Zenyatta watched carefully as you breathed, your mind slowing and the pain dulling with each passing breath. You watched him analyse your state, ensuring you were ready to continue. A simple nod from you was enough for his hand to push you back down against the bed firmly, but gently. His hand moved slowly down your stomach, leaving you with goosebumps as though your body anticipated this, and maybe more, before moving back to the oitnment that had inflicted you.

Your skin missed his touch quickly, as your eyes stayed open this time and watched the ceiling above you. It was wooden, decorated with fabric that adorned symbols, colours and messages for the monks. No one ever talks about how beautiful the monastary is, you thought, as you mentally prepared yourself for the stinging pain to return.

But, it ceased to return. The omnic above you was seemingly still, never meeting your skin with their fingers covered in ointment again. You were left to watch the ceiling above you, with the anticipating lingering within your mind and stirring your anxiety even more. It was suffocating, laying there with nothing to see of the omnic, and so you couldn't stop yourself from sitting up and seeing exactly what he was still and silent for.

When you did, you were met with him looking up from his hands, faceplate meeting your stare as you were left on the spot by him. You finally noticed what was in his hands, and your heart sunk - it was your ID badge for Talon's headquarters. You must've left it in your pocket, you thought, as you felt your mind cloud with fear and worry. You had been caught by him, and were left with him staring at you as his oily hands held the card in his lap.

“Zen, I can explain-”

“There is no need. I'm in no place to judge the walks of life you have come from, but I would have appreciated honesty, first and foremost.” He interrupted, refusing to let you continue as his words created more guilt within yourself. You had to sit with this, and let him process this for a mere moment. It ate you alive now, and you didn't know what to do.

“Does this change anything? You know, between us?” you asked.

“No, it does not.” he replied. His tone was less melodic, and he turned away as he spoke to obscure himself from you. Zenyatta was always understanding, but a part of you felt that this might be too much, now. He mimicked another inhale, before continuing to speak to you.

"I see the truth now, though it brings a weight to my heart. You are caught in shadows, yet my feelings for you remain unshaken."

[dr-abitat-blog]

Day 9: "You look pretty pale."

T/W: Med whump, chronic illness, sickness, blood @ailesswhumptober Ian and Xander belong to @whumpsmith, Adam and Evan (mentioned) belong to @illustriousshadow, we love them so much x

Looking at me as a stranger, you wouldn't think anything of me. Just a regular seventeen year old teen, nothing special, going about their life, hanging out with their friends and studying their butt off for exams — you know, the usual stereotypes of the 'normal' teenager. Except...I'm not exactly what you'd call 'normal'. First off...I have powers. Yes, I'm still pretty new to them, but I have them all the same. In fact, I'm a sidekick-in-training alongside my friends. They know me as Borealis, because of the beautiful green essence I can make, even if it is a less flashy version of Ash and Al's. Except my version also comes with the side effect of drawing in energy from others, draining it like a sponge. Pretty impressive, huh?

And as for the other reason why I'm not 'normal'...well, my health isn't exactly in the best shape. I was born infected with this rare virus, likely got it from my mom. Since then it's spread throughout my whole body. It's brought me a few close shaves with Death over the years. Each acute flare is worse than the last, until eventually...I won't make it through. Apparently I've only made it this far because of 'sacrifices' ...no one really tells me more than that.

But anyway, a part of me already accepts my destined fate —  but there is some good news. Somehow, the more energy I drain, the more it suppresses the virus, like...like I'm a parasite, feeding off of others to ensure my own survival — but that wouldn't exactly make me a 'good guy' if I went around slurping people's life force like smoothies, would it? No, thankfully, there are treatments that can help me. It's not a cure by any means, but it at least suppresses the virus enough for me to go about my days symptom-free. It increases the length of time between flares. It won't stop them, but it reduces the frequency and severity of it at least, allowing me to live my life as 'normally' as possible. I still have to watch myself, especially since the virus is contagious under certain circumstances. It spreads through bodily fluids —  especially blood. I have to be really careful not to pass it on. My energy levels also fluctuate and I need more time to rest after an injury as my body takes extra effort to heal and preserve itself. Sometimes I even have to lock myself away from my loved ones to stop me from accidentally leaching energy off of them when my reserves are running low. It's...tough, but we make it through the hard days together. 

...and today is one of those days.

"You alright, Kris?"

I peer tiredly across at Xander from my position at the handlers' desk. He sits upright in his chair, his dark eyes widening in concern. "You look pretty pale."

I bet I do.

The whole day, I've been getting the signs. Raging headache. Draining fatigue. Tight chest. All the red flags leading up to a flare. Unfortunately, I'm pretty renown for my stubborn nature and denial. I have to keep glancing at my notes repeatedly to just remember the simplest things. It's...not great, but I'm not well known for making wise decisions.

"I'm fine, Xan," I reassure him, drawing in a deep breath to get in a bit more oxygen. "Just a dumb cold. That's all."

I catch a glimpse of my face on the monitor. My skin is practically white. I'd probably be mistaken for Ghost at this point. "Seriously. Don't worry. I'm good..."

Xander just sends me a sceptical look. The concern isn't lost once as he approaches me, putting a hand on my shoulder. 

"Maybe we should get you to the Med Bay, just in case."

I merely grumble in response. His actions seem to have attracted the attention of a few of the other sidekicks in HQ. Cassie soon hurries over, blinking behind her glasses.

"Should I call Evan? You can't work if you're not well, Kris—"

"I'm fine," I emphasise, resisting the urge to snap, "Seriously, I'm just—hkk!"

I cough. My hand flies to my mouth, trying to catch it. I'm not quick enough to stop it before they see it.

Blood.

"Med Bay. Now.”

"O-okay okay...I'm going..."

I grab onto the desk for support, trying to steady myself. The world lurches around me as a faintness fills my head. I think I make it about five steps before my knees give way beneath me.

"Oh God—Kris!"

Chaos erupts around the room. I'm barely aware of anything. Just a mess of blurred faces, Hands reaching for me, turning me over, grabbing things, yelling out to one another.

"Emmett, call Evan! Dua find Ian—"

"I'm here. What happened?"

The familiar faced nurse drops to his knees beside me, feeling my pulse. 

"I-I don't know. They just started coughing up blood and then collapsed — it's the virus, isn't it?"

"From what I can smell, yes — possibly an acute flare."

I can't help but shiver slightly, coughing up more red onto the ground. Everything feels surreal around me. Fear starts to creep in.

Is this...the one? The meds had been working. Mirage said they couldn’t up them much more— am I...a-am I... going to...d-die…?

"Nngh..."

A revitalising energy spreads through me. I can't help but gasp in relief, breathing a little easier—

"All of you, step away. Get Evan and Maxwell, I'll take them through to the Med Bay — Xander, that includes you."

"B-but I can't just leave Kris to—"

"You can’t help them if you let them drain your energy whilst they're in this state."

Hands wrap around my body, gently lifting me up into a carry hold. I bring up another violent cough of blood. Ian barely flinches. "I'll update you all later. Just keep your distance and inform Frostbringer — gehen!”

I don't catch a single one of their faces as Ian hurries with me into the Med Bay. The other doctor — Elf Guy —  is there, along with Adam. Through the haze, I notice him stiffening immediately at the blood.

"Okoro's flare," Ian announces immediately, "They need oxygen and fluids — and get the protective equipment!"

The three of them quickly jump to work. Adam's blurred form rushes around to grab things, preferring to keep his distance as Ian and Elf Guy work on me. I gasp as the oxygen mask smothers my face. The suffocating sensation is horrible. At the same time, needles prick at my skin, getting venous access. The fluids go in, then the pain relief. Observations are taken. Masked faces stare back at me.

"Krissy, can you hear me?"

Ian leans in. I can just about find the energy to nod. "You're going to be alright. We'll control the flare and keep you under close monitoring."

Not working...i-it's not working...

"Adam, contact Mirage and ask her to jump here as soon as she can. Krissy, is there anyone I can call for you?"

call...

I feel my eyes drooping from exhaustion. My chest rises and falls rapidly as my body works to get the extra oxygen. More specks of blood spatter the inside of the mask. Ian moves it away from my face, delicately cleaning it. Tears start to brim in my eyes. Nausea grows in my stomach. Everything is so uncertain...a-and it scares me.

"Nngh...A-Ash...M-Mom...I-I want...w-want..."

I gasp again at the pain flaring through my chest. Gingerly, Ian places the mask back over my face and gives my shoulder a small squeeze. 

"Of course. They'll be here soon. Just rest for now. We've got you."

"Th-the...oth...hers..."

"They're fine. Right now we need to focus on you."

In the distance I notice blurred figures standing in the door opening, watching. Even now they're worried about me. I squeeze my eyes shut. 

I-I'm not ready yet...please...

More tears leak through them as more pain relief is injected into my veins. It immediately sends 

my head foggy, carrying me into a painless state. 

I-I'm not...going anywhere…

Completely exhausted, I let it take me.

..not...yet....

[poptimus-prime]

hi hi!!!! i love ur work.....can u write some optimus angst for me?? maybe ratchet is there too.

Thanks!

I hope this is satisfactory

Ratchet's hands were shaking as he poured a vial of the remedy into Optimus' energon line. At this point, the Prime had gone into power-down, the body's last-ditch effort to conserve whatever strength was left.

Despite the gentle beeping from the vital readers, the medic was still concerned that it was already too late. He didn't know how he was going to explain that to the others, especially Arcee and Bumblebee. All that effort for naught--

No. He thought. You shouldn't think that way.

Ratchet had no belief in getting what one puts out into the universe, of course, but there was no point in fretting when he could be continuing to try to improve Optimus' recovery.

He turned an air vent towards his patient, blasting cold air over his overheating frame. It wheezed in response to the sudden temperature change, and he responded in turn by rotating it away slightly.

"Come on, Optimus..." He opened the energon lines more, to allow the medicine to stream in rather than drip in slowly. "You can't leave us. You can't leave me."

He sighs and turns away quickly in response to a medical device beeping, and he reads it thoroughly. From behind him, he can hear the creak of Optimus' frame as he awakens, taking a long vent and coughing. He whips around at breakneck speeds and comes to the cot, supporting his frame carefully.

"Optimus--"

"My head hurts..." The other whined, which Ratchet figured was a good sign, ironically. He at least had enough energy to complain instead of just staring at Ratchet with a listless expression.

"I'm sorry about that. It should right itself shortly." Ratchet spoke softly, propping the other's head up carefully to make it easier for him to vent.

"What happened?"

"You contracted Cybonic plague. Arcee and Bumblebee managed to obtain the cure."

Optimus nodded slowly, the listless expression returning as he remembered things from the previous night. "Megatron is still alive."

"...Yes." Ratchet replied.

In actuality, no one knew if he were still alive or not.

But Optimus didn't need that right now. All he should worry about is his recovery.

[calamitoustide]

YES YES YES YES YES DINA IS REG AND ELLIE IS JAMES BUT WHO IS JESSE I NEED TO KNOW?? I FEEL LIKE THE OBVIOUS ANSWER WOULD MAYBE BE BARTY BUT NEED TO KNOW UR THOUGHT

okay! so the character dynamics are not always the same obviously it's pretty impossible but Jesse would be Kingsley 100%

I'll go through all of the characters and the basic plot because I'm obsessed with this idea and will probably never be able to write it :/

Jackson:

Ellie = James Dina = Reg Joel = Monty Jesse = Kingsley Tommy = Sirius Maria = Remus WLFs

Abby = Evan Jerry = Pandora Owen = Barty Mel = Narcissa Nora = Bellatrix Manny = Benjy?

Okay so this one actually twists up the game plot a lot I have one with Reg as Ellie and that pretty much sticks with the game, but this one.

James isn't immune, he was never the immune one. He grew up moving around a lot, his Dad needed to, but then settled in Jackson when he was about fourteen and hasn't moved since. Everything is okay, for apocalypse standards, until a random group comes in and kills Monty in cold blood. It's the same as the game with James and Reg being together while Sirius and Monty were on patrol together.

It follows the plot from there pretty much, Sirius goes ahead to kill Monty, and James follows. Reg goes with him. They go through their three days in Seattle at the same pace. They kill whoever Jordan is I'm honestly not sure who he would be, and find Leah. From there they find Polaroids and Regulus realizes fuck he knows those people. Evan and Barty were his friends back when he was living in one of the QZs. He keeps this information until they get to the Theater and instead of the Dina pregnancy confession, it's that confession instead.

While fighting through the subway Regulus twisted his ankle and can't walk so he's out of commission and James goes alone to go find Sirius who they think is in Hillcrest. He finds Kingsley instead and takes him back to Reg. After James goes to the hospital and tortures kills Bellatrix for Evan's whereabouts. Reg is in excruciating pain and they both agree they need to take him back, but James can't leave Sirius behind so they go out to get him. They part ways as James goes after Evan and Kingsley goes after Sirius. James kills Barty and Narcissa and realizes Narcissa is pregnant after, which leads to him having a panic attack and Sirius runs in to soothe him and take him back.

Following the game that night they agree to go back but Evan comes in, knocks Sirius down and shoots Kingsley dead.

We switch to Evan's POV, and we learn Pandora was the immune one. She was taken to the hospital against Evan's word and Pandora's permission. Evan can't get to her in time to save her. Monty was the doctor. He killed Pandora and it didn't even bring him a cure.

From Evan's side of things a lot is different. Barty and Narcissa obviously aren't together, but we do have Evan meeting two siblings, but they're twins this time. And he goes through his three days. Everything is pretty much the same, expect Barty doesn't get cold feet killing an elderly "Muggle" he gets cold feet killing a young one, a girl who couldn't be older than seventeen. She looked exactly like Pandora. Also the boy twin is the one who gets compartment syndrome and the girl twin travels with Evan.

I'm rushing because I've been yapping so long not because I don't love Abby's section of the game. Evan's part is basically just him accepting Pandora's death and breaking free from his anger. It's finding another reason to fight for or the "light" if you wanna go full tlou.

The boy twin ends up dying on the island after the girl twin runs off. Evan comes back to find Barty and Narcissa dead. He goes after James.

The end of the game is the exact same minus JJ. James can't forget about Evan and Regulus just wants to move on. Sirius and Remus take some "time away from each other." Sirius comes over angry that James can have a good life and he can't. He's too hurt to go and guilts James into going instead.

At the end of the fic after going after Evan again James ends up saving him instead of killing him. He comes back home and has nothing left. Regulus is gone, and the only glimpse of happiness is gone too.

i yapped so much I apologize

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"When it's Time" Part 3, Finale

Tooru Oikawa x Fem! Y/N

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

summary : Time, it goes and runs out. However, his love for you never does and never ever will. Because his heart, is all yours.

warnings : none

genre : self doubt, lost of confidence, sfw and ofc fluff as well

word count: 1,006 words 5,530 characters

a/n : f/n - friend's name { Also ur siblings with Iwaizumi } After a month, finally! Here's "When it's Time" Part 3 🤍

A week has passed and you were cured of your fever. Within that one week, you had to stay home from school. However and nevertheless, Iwaizumi and Oikawa took care of you once their practice was over in the afternoon. Oikawa would sleep with you whenever you felt like dozing off and Iwaizumi, as the older brother he was, prepped warm, delicious food to your liking. Now that you're back attending classes, you caught up immediately with the lessons. Which got you back on track right away. "Y/N-san!" A voice called out to you. "Oikawa! Hajime!" You replied back in the same tone. You walked up to them smiling. Standing in front of them you asked, "You guys need something? I just finished my last class for today, but I'm guessing you both still have practice." "We do, but it's actually our break right now. We were just passing by." Iwaizumi replied. "Also, next time bring an umbrella with you Y/N-chan. I wouldn't want to see you sick again." Oikawa said in a worried yet glad tone. "Or maybe you should get sick again, not a fever though, so I can take of you once more." He adds, winking slightly at you." "Don't you dare flirt with my sister, idiot." Iwaizumi said hitting him lightly on the shoulder. *chuckles with a hint of pink spread across your face* "Thank you for taking care of me, really. I appreciate your concern as well." As you look at Oikawa, you were wondering if he was stating true feelings or just playing with your heart since it looked like he has changed his whole personality towards you. "Boys, back to the court now!" You hear their coach calling them, which somewhat breaks the moment. "Oh, we have to go. See you later, Y/N." They say, heading to the volleyball court. You wave at them before heading out, yet when you turned around, you saw your best friend shocked as ever. "How long have you been standing there, F/N?" You say to her with curiosity. "T-that you don't need to know, but that was Oikawa...!" She tells you highly surprised. "Yes? And what about it?" You ask F/N. "I-i thought you hated him? I guess I was wrong." She answers you with a grin. The blush on your face started to turn tinted, into a bright pink. *laughs* "Y/N, you've fallen hard. I hope he catches you though." F/N says, teasing you a bit more. "Oh shut up!" You told her. "Anyways, what do you think about coming over to my house today?" You friend asks you. "Oh, sure! I'll just tell Hajime. One moment." You respond, taking your phone out as you proceed to message your brother. "Alright, finished. Let's go!" You say, rushing out with excitement dragging her along. After the small hangout, you texted your brother to come pick you up. Minutes later, someone arrived and came up to you. "Hi Y/N-chan!" Oikawa says as he reaches out his hand motioning for you to give him your school bag. "Oh, hi Oikawa. Where's Hajime?" You ask him in confusion wondering why he isn't with him. "We went to your house and he decided that he wanted to take a shower. So he told me to pick you up." He replied. While you were walking home with him, you noticed your favorite restaurant ahead. *stomach growls* "Looks like you're hungry, little cutie." Oikawa says with a smirk. *sighs* "I wasn't able to eat, so I guess I am. Can we eat there?" You ask him pointing at the restaurant near you. A bit of hesitation, but he agreed. Anything for you and you alone.

Later on, he pays for the food and brings it outside where you both are seated. As you enjoy the food, you were starting to feel a bit cold and tried to brush it off. Oikawa noticed that. "Don't just brush it off like it's nothing, Y/N." He says, as he slowly takes off his jacket and places it on you. "I wouldn't want my little cutie to catch cold. Mmm?" You got a bit flustered and did your best to stutter out a reply. "W-what about you?" You ask him.. "Don't worry about me, you're more important and that's what matters." He tells you, patting your head. "Plus, Iwa-chan wouldn't be happy if you got sick a second time and if we were caught together." "Enjoy, while it lasts." Was his last words before going back to his seat to continue eating. After you eat, he takes your hand and you leave the restaurant.

You both walk home admiring the setting sun before you. The scene ends, however, when you hear you brother's voice. "Y/N, what took you so long!?" "And as for you, step away from my sister this instant." Iwaizumi says, nearly closing the door on his face. "Wait Haji! Let me talk to him. Please?" You tell him, holding the door tightly. "Fine! You better be quick because I am watching you two." You take Oikawa outside and once there, slowly look at the ground. But, he put his hand on your chin and brought your face up to meet his eyes. He then went down to your level and gave you a kiss. Soon pulling away so that you both can catch your breath. "Thank you for today, Y/N-chan. I have one more request for you." "Will you be my girlfriend?" He says, eagerly waiting for a response. "You know what Tooru. No isn't even an option here." You tell him, marking this to be one of the happiest moments in your life. "Finally. Finally." "I can't believe it." He exclaims. How long have you been waiting for this then?" You said, letting out a light chuckle. "Not sure, it just feels like an eternity." He replied, with a smile made across his face; And his eyes sparkling as he looked at you. "I love you, Y/N." "I love you too, Tooru." "Always and forever, now that it's time."

The End. Thank you so much for being patient in waiting for this story to come to a close !