#still needs knobs but I ran out lol

[praxidyke]

the nightmare box mixer is finished! and it actually works!

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Hold On

Summary: Maddie finds Reader on the bathroom floor after Reader attempted. The 118 receive the call as she is one of their own & then wait at the hospital with their family. Meanwhile, Reader is reminded of all her people & why she can’t give up. 

TW/CW: PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNSURE IF YOU SHOULD!!! I'd rather you skip the read than get put in a bad place... Suicide Attempt, Reader's Bio Parents Are Dog Shit, Eddie Diaz x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Angst 

Requested?: No  

Word Count: 5,236

A/N: This was hella therapeutic to write. I’m not okay mentally but I’m working on it & writing this helped me take a step back from THAT area of my mind. I have my own real-life people that would play in my Movie Theater (this reference will make sense once you read it) & I watch that instead of venturing into the darkness. I’m sure it may not be entirely medically accurate. I apologize if it ever switches tenses weirdly or when it shouldn’t, I kind of confused myself with certain parts lol. Anyway, I just want you to know dear reader, you are loved, you are wanted, you are needed. If you ever need someone to talk to my dms are open. Love to all! Requests are open! 

--- Third Person POV ---

     Maddie found it odd that your home was silent when she walked in. You can't stand silence, even when you're sleeping there's soft lo-fi playing. It wasn't unusual for your friends to let themselves in but Maddie always at least knocked first. Usually that prompted you to rush to the door to meet her when it opened. You were nowhere to be seen. Maybe Buck was right. He had asked her to check in on you because he had a bad gut feeling. If he wasn't stuck at work, he'd have checked in on you himself.  

     Maddie set her purse and keys down on the kitchen counter, "(Y/N)?" No response. She made her way through your small apartment. She checked each room with no luck before finally making it to the guest bathroom. She knocked softly but hearing no response she opened the door. She immediately let go of the knob as her hand flew to her mouth in shock. She rushed to your side, "(Y/N)? Hey, wake up!" Her heart plummeted to her stomach as she hurriedly pulled her phone out to dial 911 and scanned the room around her. 

     "911, what's your emergency?" she recognized the voice immediately. 

     "Josh! It's (Y/N)! Send the 118," Maddie responded quickly as she checked over your vitals. 

     "Maddie what's going on?" Josh asked, the worry clear in his tone.

     As she continued her attempts to wake you, she explained, "There's so many medicine bottles scattered around, a nearly empty bottle of liquor, and a bunch of crumpled pieces of paper, Josh. She's barely breathing and her pulse is extremely low." 

     On the other end of the line, Josh was in pure shock, "Maddie did she-" 

     "Yes, Josh. She did," Maddie sobbed, tears streaming down her face as she still tried to wake you. The sirens approaching told her that help was close, "I hear the sirens. I gotta go." 

     "Okay, just keep me posted," Josh replied. 

     "I will," Maddie answered as she heard the front door open and hung up the phone. In seconds, Buck was pulling her out of the room holding her securely in his arms even though he so desperately needed to be in there helping save his best friend. Bobby watched the two make their way to the living room from outside the bathroom door as he held tight to Eddie's shoulder. He had dropped to his knees on the cold, hard, tile floor while gasping for breath between sobs and collected your hand in his. Hen and Chimney set to work on stabilizing you for transport to the hospital, forcing the tears to stay inside until they got you there. 

     As they wheeled your still body out with all kinds of equipment hooked to it, Maddie jumped up from the couch and ran to grab her keys and purse, "I'm riding with her." The team didn't argue as they made their way out. Once they had you safely loaded onto the ambulance, Chimney helped Maddie into the back, kissing her hand to say goodbye as Hen made her way to the driver's seat. Eddie climbed into the back to take over for Chimney. His hands were shaky as he checked your vitals over and over again, silently begging you to wake up right then and there. Begrudgingly, Buck and Chimney followed Bobby to the fire truck.  

     Maddie's heart raced as she held your hand gently. Eddie took a split second away from tending to you to wipe the tears rolling down his cheeks, "She'll be ok," he said more to himself than Maddie. 

     Her heart broke, "She's obviously not been ok for a long time, Eddie. How did none of us see it?" 

     From the front, Hen answered, her own tears threatening to blur her vision, "(Y/N) seems to think she has to fight her battles alone. She always has." 

     Back in the fire truck it was silent until Chimney finally spoke up, "Why didn't she say something?" 

     Bobby responded from the driver's seat, "I don't know, Chim. All I know is what we can do which is be there for her when she makes it through this." 

     Buck couldn't bring himself to look up from his boots, "Did anyone else see the note on the counter?" They all thought about those two simple words, I'm sorry. Fresh tears began to make their way down Buck's cheeks as Chimney wiped his own. Bobby took a deep breath as they pulled up at the hospital. 

     Everyone piled out of both vehicles as Eddie and Hen removed you from the ambulance and wheeled you toward the entrance. As they handed you off to the doctors and nurses, informing them of everything they could, every one of them were fighting to stay put and not pass those glass doors. 

     A few hours later, the team finally finished their shift. Maddie and Eddie had stayed at the hospital to keep everyone informed and for the sake of their own sanity. No one else had said a word about the event that had occurred. They were all replaying and processing that span of time. Having heard about everything from Maddie, Carla had offered to pick Jee and Chris both up from daycare and school to take care of them for as long as their parents needed. Karen, who had heard about it from Maddie as well, told Hen to do what she needed to do but let her know as soon as Hen needed her or she and the kids could visit. The team piled into Bobby's truck and silently rode to the hospital. 

     When they arrived and found Maddie and Eddie in the waiting room, a group hug was formed. They leaned on each other as they all desperately hoped that a nurse or doctor would approach to let them know you were okay and awake. 

     Meanwhile, in your quiet hospital room, a nurse took your vitals as you lay there still motionless. Your heart rate and oxygen had come up but were nowhere near where they should be for a young, healthy, firefighter. Somewhere in your unconscious mind there was a song playing. For as long as you could remember, Hold On by Chord Overstreet had always made you cry. It brought to mind the people in your life that would miss you if you were gone. Sure, those people changed in and out depending on where you were in life but this time it was the faces of your friends, your family. As the song played, memories also played on a big movie theater screen. You sat in the seats alone. 

     The first day you walked into the 118 firehouse started the movie. The smile on Bobby, Hen, and Chimney's faces when you tripped over a bench before stumbling through introducing yourself. They introduced themselves as well before motioning for you to join them upstairs for lunch. You had instantly clicked with them and they quickly became like family to you. 

     Next came the day you met your best friend, Buck, shortly followed by every single time anyone had referred to the two of you as "the dynamic duo". Then came every time you had looked at Buck and "thought what would I do without him". Buck had been your crutch through so much pain and heartache. The two of you were two peas in a pod from the very beginning. He was someone you could always depend on to be there and you were someone he could always trust to never judge him for who he is. 

     Meanwhile, the doctor has finally let a few people at a time visit, he said no more than three for now. Every one insisted that Bobby, Buck, and Eddie go first. As soon as they opened the door, tears started trickling again at the sight of your motionless body. Buck tore his eyes away from you and looked around thinking for a few seconds before walking right over to the table at your side to pick up the remote and turn the tv on at a low volume, "She hates silence." Bobby nodded, offering an attempt at a smile as he placed his hand on Buck's shoulder. Eddie still stood at the door, staring at you.  

     Bobby noticed and stepped to his side, gently tugging his arm to place him beside the heart monitor, "It's beating, Eddie. Let that bring you some hope." Eddie looked up at the line on the screen before nodding and pulling up a chair to your side. He gently took your hand in his, staying mindful of the IV, and kissed your knuckles. Bobby made his way over to your other side and brushed your hair from your face. He took a deep breath as he listened to the steady beeps. The silence was broken by Buck, "You gotta come back to us, (Y/N) ... We need you." The three sat in silence for a few more moments before Bobby gently pulled Buck back to the waiting room so another two could visit. 

     Back in the theater, Maddie made an appearance next. The day you met, all the fun outings the two of you had, the gossip sessions and boy talk, all of it flashed across the screen in chronological order. She was like a sister to you. Growing up a single child, you never knew what that was like until Maddie came along. 

     The first time you ever saw Eddie played, the man who would turn the dynamic duo into the three musketeers and later become the love of your life. You watched as several different occasions of you, him, and Buck taking Chris out for an adventure. Then Chris became the focus. That kid had taught you a lot in the few years you'd known him. Every lesson played in succession. 

     Following Chris and Eddie came several other people that had made a positive impact in your life. Faces like Jee-Yun Buckley Han who you always referred to as your niece, Athena Grant-Nash who you looked upon as a mother figure, May Grant who you dubbed as your little sister and always looked out for, Josh Russo who always had the best non-biased advice, Carla Price who you knew your small family could never live without, and several others. Behind them came everyone who had ever thanked you for saving them in their time of need. Many faces that you didn’t even realize you remembered said thank you over and over again. As the final chorus and bridge played, specific moments showed in time with the lyrics. 

Hold on, I still want you. 

     The night you turned up on Bobby and Athena's doorstep crying so hard you couldn't see because your parents had both told you that they never wanted to see you again for supporting your friends who were part of the LGBTQIA+ community. They had welcomed you in and comforted you, making sure that you knew without a doubt that, "We would happily call you our daughter if given the chance.” From that night on, their names in your contacts were Momma Athena and Captain Dad, formerly Athena and Captain Nash. The next morning, you woke up on their couch to the smell of waffles and sausage. When you shuffled into the kitchen, Bobby gave you a great big grin and insisted you join them for family breakfast with May, Harry, Michael, and David. 

Come back, I still need you. 

     The day Buck turned up on your doorstep begging you to come back to the 118 after having been transferred against your will, "I feel like I'm gonna go insane without you there. You're the glue that holds my dumbass and the rest of the 118 together." Not to mention, "Don't get me wrong, Eddie's great but I need my other best friend back. We can't be the Three Musketeers without you." He declared that if you wouldn't talk to your Captain about transferring back, then he would and he wouldn't leave until the man put in the transfer request. Knowing damn well he'd do just that, you promised to talk to him the next day and sure enough you were soon transferred back which you to this day believe Bobby and Buck both had something to do with because your Captain was adamant that he wasn't going to transfer you. 

Let me take your hand, I'll make it right. 

     The time that Hen and Chimney patched you up after Gerard made a stupid call and sent you into a burning building even though you had just gotten over bronchitis. They both fought tooth and nail to keep from giving him a piece of their mind. Chimney promised, "I'm gonna make him regret putting you in danger like that," and he did. He made Gerard's life a malicious compliance hell until he was finally gone and you all had Bobby back. Hen was always Mother Hen-ing you after that. She never let anyone do you wrong if she had anything to say about it and she would always be first to bat when it came to patching you up, "Ah ah, don't touch her. That's my firefighter that needs patching," was common when Chimney or another station's medic got to you before her. 

I swear to love you all my life. 

     The night Eddie found out that Chris had been calling you Mom and insisted you come over to talk. With Chris in bed, the two of you sat on the couch. Eddie cleared his throat, "I've fought with myself for a while now about how I feel about you. You're my friend and coworker. I shouldn't feel the need to scream I love you and kiss you until neither of us can breathe. I shouldn't need you in my life as much as I do," he paused, "But after finding out that Chris calls you Mom, that he loves you as much as I do, I don't care. I understand if you don't feel the same but I love you, (Y/N)." The two of you made eye contact before you told him you felt the same and began a beautiful relationship. 

Hold on, I still need you. 

     Several different occurrences that always stuck out in your memory of someone thanking you after a call. One in particular, a teenage girl whose mother had to call 911 after finding her in a bathtub of her own blood. She barely made it but you talked to her the entire time the medics were stabilizing her to keep her awake. You made sure to check in on her at the hospital after your shift. She was smiling brightly and laughing with her family when you knocked softly at the door. Her father had stood defensively at the entrance of a stranger but her mother pulled him back, “This young lady helped save our daughter.” The girl looked at you and motioned for you to come closer. When you made it to her bedside, she took your hand in hers, “Thank you. We need good people like you in this world and I’m very glad that you’re one of the ones out there saving lives, saving mine. Please, tell your team thank you for me.” All you could do was nod and offer a smile. 

I don't wanna let go. I know I'm not that strong. 

     The day Maddie told you, "You're basically my little sister, (Y/N). I don't ever wanna lose you. You are loved beyond compare, I promise," after you confessed to her that you were struggling with suicidal thoughts. She made you promise to come to her if you ever found your mind in that place again. She said she wouldn't be able to bear the thought of having to let you go. You remember thinking that same thing when she disappeared after having Jee. You spent countless nights lying awake worrying about her. You wished you could be there for like she had been for you.  

I just wanna hear you saying, "Baby, let's go home." Let's go home. Yeah, I just wanna take you home. 

     Every time you looked around at your people and thought this is family, this is home. Several meals at the fire house, all the parties and cook outs at the Grant-Nash residence, the weddings, birthdays, and other various celebrations, the moments after you thought you'd lost one or more of them in disasters but there they were safe and sound. You knew early on that they would be there for you to the very end. Darkness and light, sickness and health, they were there, not just for each other but for you too. They gave you a place to feel safe, to feel like you belong. 

Hold on, I still want you. Come back, I still need you. 

     The screen fades to black as you sit there wondering why you ever decided to give that up. Tears stream down your face and drip onto your lap as you hope with all your might that this isn't the end. You silently beg the universe to give you another chance. 

     In the quiet hospital room, the heart monitor is now beeping at a healthier rhythm. Eddie and Bobby both now sit on either side of your bed. Everyone has come for a visit before returning to the waiting room. Buck, Maddie, and Chimney are all playing with Jee who was brought by Carla not long ago. The little girl is bringing everyone in the waiting room a bit of sunshine as she sits rotating between her mom, dad, and uncle playing patty cake. Tommy smiles brightly as his boyfriend lets Jee "win" at patty cake, up until this moment he had no idea one could win playing patty cake.  

     Across from them, Carla and Athena speak quietly as Chris sits between them. He hasn't said a word since he returned to the waiting room from his visit to you. Hen, Karen, Denny, and Mara return from the cafe with snacks for everyone, juices for the kids, and coffees for the adults. As they pass them around, Eddie and Bobby enter the waiting room, Eddie rubbing his face in exhaustion before squatting down in front of Chris, "You okay?" Hen hands the tired man a coffee as Chris stares blankly at his lap. Eddie rubs his shoulder as Bobby clarifies that the doctor and nurse needed to take a look at you to get an idea of your status but that you're still hanging in. Eddie hadn't left your room the entire time since they were allowed to visit. Bobby had returned and stayed too after everyone else had a visit. 

     Eddie places his pointer finger under Chris's chin and finally the young boy looks up, making direct eye contact with him, "I want to go see Mom again." Everyone in the room shows various signs of surprise, Chris had never called you Mom in front of anyone else besides you and Eddie. Eddie kisses his forehead before nodding as he stands. Together the two make their way back to your side. The doctor and nurse having just finished up when they enter your room. 

     Chris takes a seat in the chair that Eddie had been occupying previously, as his dad stands behind him. Chris places his hand on top of yours, prompting Eddie to place his on Christopher's shoulders. Chris tilts his ear toward the steady beeping, "It sounds better." Behind him Eddie is struggling to keep it together as he whispers, "Yeah." He takes a few deep breaths as the room falls quiet again. The beeping persists just like the tv that no one could bring themselves to turn off. In some way they're all hoping the noise brings you a bit of comfort. Chris lays his head down where his hand meets yours, "I love you, Mom. Hold on, okay?" Eddie lays his head against the back of Christopher's. As hard as he tries to keep them in, the tears force their way out even harder.  

     The two say nothing more for quite some time. At some point, Eddie made his way over to stare blankly out the window. It's only when Carla pokes her head in that he turns around and notices that Chris has fallen asleep. She notices too, "I was going to offer to take him home for some sleep but I guess he's just fine where he is." Eddie nods, "He can stay. I'm sure he'll put up a fight if we try to make him leave." She agrees and looks over at where Chris still lays on your hand, "He'll want to be here when she wakes up, but you should get some sort of rest too, Eddie." He nods so Carla takes one last look at you and Chris before leaving the room. 

     A few hours pass before Eddie is startled awake, in what was formerly Bobby's chair, by a knock at the door. He gets up, assuming it's the doctor and nurse here to check on you again, and opens the door. In front of him is neither a doctor nor a nurse, it's Bobby with a man and a woman he doesn't recognize. The two strangers almost hide behind Bobby who has a serious look on his face. He clears his throat, "Eddie, this is (Y/N)'s parents. Mr. & Mrs. (Y/L/N) this is (Y/N)'s boyfriend Eddie." The woman tries to smile and the man nods his head solemnly. Eddie clenches his jaw as he notices the lack of tears on either of their faces. He doesn't know who called them but he wishes they hadn't. Eddie takes a deep breath before stepping aside to let them in. 

     Eddie makes his way over to stand between your parents and Chris as they make their way into the room. Bobby joins him, giving him a look that says, "Please stay calm." Your parents stop at the foot of the bed, your mother holds her hand to her chest as her face contorts into a very fake look of sadness and your father wraps his arms around her seemingly in support but still neither of them even look watery eyed. Eddie's fists now join his jaw in clenching. How dare they walk in here after not speaking to you in years? Eddie knows that your real mom is sitting in the waiting room with the rest of your real family and your real dad is standing right beside him now. 

     Bobby places his hand on Eddie's shoulder and even though he doesn't want to he says, "We should give them a moment." Eddie whips his head around to look at him but finds a very serious look on his face. Begrudgingly and with gritted teeth, Eddie turns around to pick up Chris who doesn't even stir. With Bobby behind him, he returns to the waiting room with the others. He takes a seat beside Buck who looks at him with a knowing and worried look, "The hospital called them." 

     Bobby joins Athena, "And whether we like it or not, they're her parents. They made the effort to come down here so we have to make the effort to play nice." 

     "Even if they only came to save face and pretend that they care?" Maddie asks looking up from Jee who is sound asleep in her arms. She and Buck know well what type of parents you have. They've both caught themselves thinking your parents are just as bad theirs, if not worse.  

     "We can't assume the worst. We have to give them the benefit of the doubt," Bobby says, sounding like he doesn't believe what he's saying. 

     A short while later, your parents make their way through the waiting room, looking no more distraught than they did before. They try to make it to the elevator but Eddie, who shifts Chris into Buck's lap, isn't having it, "Where are you going?" he asks as he stands and steps toward them. Bobby and Tommy are both quick to stand as well and join him just in case. Your father ignores them and presses the elevator button several times. "You're seriously leaving? You just got here and she's still unconscious." 

     Bobby and Tommy each place a hand on Eddie's shoulders as your father responds, "The doctor says she's doing fine and they're just waiting for her to wake up. We've had a long drive and need to sleep." 

     Eddie steps forward but doesn't make it far as Bobby and Tommy move to block his path. He's fuming, "Why did you even come? You haven't bothered to speak to her in years. Even when you were on speaking terms, you didn't give a shit about her, only yourselves. Even now you care more about going to sleep in a comfortable bed than staying with your daughter." Neither your mother nor father say anything or even look in Eddie's direction. He motions around him, "Us? Her real family? We've been here nearly the entire time. The only sleep any of us have gotten is in a rickety ass waiting room chair or hard hospital recliner. Don't come in here pretending like you care when you clearly don't. Actually, don't even bother getting a hotel, just go home." 

     “You better watch your mouth, boy,” your father finally snaps, stomping toward Eddie, “I don’t give a damn who you are. That is our daughter in there.” 

     Bobby interrupts him in the calmest voice anyone has ever heard from him, “I think she stopped being your daughter the moment you disowned her for supporting her friends. We gave you the benefit of the doubt and you proved our instincts correct. We should’ve told you to leave as soon as you got here. Now please, don’t let the door hit you on the way out.” 

     Your father stands stun locked, mouth gasping for a response. Tommy grins wide, “I don’t think they’re giving you a choice in the matter. Leave.” The three of them and the rest of their family watch as your father finally gives up and rejoins your mother at the open elevator. They leave without saying another word. Only when the elevator doors close fully do Bobby and Tommy release Eddie and return to their seats. 

     Eddie doesn’t move. He stands there trying to regain his composure. The audacity of your parents to show up has sent him raging. The doctor approaches him, bringing him back to reality. He looks to the man with every ounce of hope he can muster. Grinning, the doctor announces, “She’s awake,” looking around at the group, he continues, “She’s asking for you.” 

     Confused, Eddie asks for clarification, “Who?” 

     The doctor looks him in the eyes, “All of you.” Together, everyone makes their way to your room. Before entering the doctor ensures everyone, “I’ll let you know when you can take her home.” 

     From your bed you look up with a bright smile on your face and tears in your eyes, “I already am home, Doc. Wherever these people are is home.” As one, everyone moves to crowd around you with their own tears now falling. Eddie and Chris take a seat on the edge of your bed, letting the rest fill in the empty space. You look around you for a moment, placing your chin on Christopher’s head. In that hospital room, you make a promise to yourself that anytime you feel like giving up you’re going to listen to that song or gather everyone around you to remind yourself why you can’t give up. You need them and they want you. They are your family and home. 

     Sometime later, Chris is snuggled into your side asleep. Eddie and Bobby have both taken their chairs back on either side of you. You had insisted everyone else go home and get some sleep but little do you know several of them had gone to your apartment instead to clean it up before you get released tomorrow. You check to make sure Chris is sound asleep before reaching for Eddie and Bobby’s hands. When they quickly take yours in theirs you look between them both a couple times before looking down at Chris, “I’m sorry,” it comes out quieter than you meant it to but they both heard it clearly. 

     Bobby clears his throat speaking for the both of them since all Eddie can do is lean forward and kiss your knuckles with tears making it hard to see, “We’re just glad you’re still here, kiddo.” 

     You nod, looking up at him, “I promise I’ll go see Frank. I know you’re gonna make me take time off anyway but I want to get back out there as soon as I can.” 

     He nods with a smile on his face, “I knew you’d wanna get back on the job but I am glad you understand that it’ll take time and you need to talk to someone.”  

     Eddie nudged your chin to look at him, “Thank you for holding on. Please promise me you’ll let me know if things ever get that bad again.” You nod holding your pinky out for a pinky promise which he immediately takes. The room falls quiet again, aside from the tv that still plays. That night you drift off to sleep with Chris still curled up next to you and Eddie laying on your hand. Bobby takes a Dad Nap in his chair, refusing to go home.  

     The next morning, after what felt like eons of paperwork, you let Eddie help you down out of Bobby’s truck outside of your apartment. Then, carefully, he and Bobby help you up the stairs with Chris leading the way. Your body still hasn’t recovered fully so you’re still quite weak and achy. When you open the door to your apartment, you’re met with the sight of your smiling family, colorful balloons, and a buffet of food on the counters. Placing your hand on your hip, you give them a playfully stern look, “I thought I told you guys to go home and rest.” 

     Buck pulls you into a gentle hug, “We did. Everyone got some sleep but also pitched in to help.”  

     Athena collects you into a hug as soon as he releases you, kissing your cheek when she pulls away, “Did you really think you’d come home to an empty house? Not on our watch, honey.”  

     All you can do is smile as you make your way further into the apartment and collect hugs from everyone. When the excitement has died down, you sit carefully on a barstool at the island and clear your throat, “I just want to say thank you. You guys are always there for me when I need you. Honestly, you’re the only thing that kept me here while I was under.” You think about Bobby telling you that your parents had showed up, everything they said, and how they acted, “You guys are my family and I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Everyone smiles, a few of them wipe away fresh tears, but together all of you have a good time making conversation, enjoying Buck’s cooking, and laughing about stories from the past. Every now and then you catch a story that you remember playing in that movie theater and then you realize that they probably cherish those memories just as much as you do.  

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[marleyybluu]

Oscar Diaz x f!reader

Word count: 2k

Content warning: swearing, readers (now ex/husband) is still a piece of shit, Oscar gets a little protective, another half ass ending cus I ran out of words, lmk if i miss any. another untitled one cus i suck.

A/N: this is not necessarily part 2, I guess it could be read as a stand alone… idk lol. But this is a part of the 'Another Man’s Treasure' universe.

(I think I've used this picture before but oh well. not mines though)

You let out a heavy, exasperated sigh after turning your car off. Another long shift at the hospital had kicked your ass, you had no energy, just ready to take off your scrubs and dip yourself in a hot bath. Thank goodness your kids would be with their father this weekend, you just needed a break. You decided not to sit and rot in the car as usual, you grabbed all your things and carried them to the door. You unlocked your door and turned the knob pushing your way inside and immediately noticed something wrong.

You look over at the shoe rack and notice your kids' shoes still sitting in their spots, you close the door and your eyes dart in confusion. "Naomi... Malakai... Nathan." You cautiously called out, the sound of their feet thumping against the carpeted floors upstairs, you dropped your belongings and waited at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hi, Mommy." Your youngest greeted. "Hi, guys, what-what's going on? You're going to Dad's this weekend. Who's watching you? Grandma?"

Naomi shook her head. "Oscar, we called him to pick us up."

"Yeah, dad didn't show up." Nathan chimed in. Your blood boiled, your nostrils flared in hot anger. This was his second time missing pick-up, you could excuse him for being late and that was you being generous but completely disregarding your agreement was not only disrespectful of you but of your children. Your children who are always so excited to see him and tell him about their week at school, your children who write a list of things they can do with him in the short span of 72 hours. Your eyes softened at them. "Why didn't you call me? You know I would've dropped everything for you guys."

They shrugged. "We didn't want you to get mad."

"Mad?? You guys this is not your fault, are you kidding? Look, just... head back upstairs, I will call your father. Okay?"

The three of them nodded and jogged back to their respective rooms. You took your hair down from its ponytail and scratched your scalp, freeing it from its current state of stress, you groaned walking into the kitchen to see a pile of dishes in the sink and spilling onto the counter. You were not getting to those tonight, way too tired. You heard the whistling of a familiar tune coming up the stairs of the basement, Oscar flicked off the light and stopped whistling when he noticed you, he presented an uneasy smile on his face. A bit scared that you'd be mad he didn't call you when the kids' dad didn't show up. But you tilted your head and smiled earnestly at him.

"Hi, baby." Sleep was very apparent in your voice. "Hola, mi amor." He stretched out his arms and you fell into them, your head resting on his strong chest, his heartbeat against your ear you close your eyes as the hypnotic rhythm brings you a bit of peace. He kissed the top of your head. "How was your day?" You asked. He chuckled. "Good, I missed you though. Made you some food, did the laundry, and I'll do the dishes soon."

"No, it's okay, I'll do them tomorrow morning." You foolishly protested, still not used to having someone else actually do some chores. He sucked his teeth. "No, you won't because they'll be clean by tonight."

You smiled. "Thank you." You whispered. "It's just dishes baby."

You pull your head back to look up at him. "You know what I mean. Thanks for... taking them. Ugh, in my next life, I'll know not to choose an idiot to be the father of my children." Oscar let go of you so you could fish for your dinner, you popped open the microwave to see a plate prepped and ready for you, all you had to do was heat it up. While the buzz of the microwave continued in the background you pulled out your phone from your back pocket, you dialled your ex-husband's number, your nails tapping impatiently on the counter waiting for him to answer.

"Hey, you know what to do." Beep.

You hung up and called again, if he wanted you to act out, oh you'd act out.

On the fourth call attempt, you finally heard noise on the end. "Hello?" He sounded groggy like he'd just woken up. Oh, poor thing.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

He yawned. "What are you talking about?"

You scoffed beginning to pace back and forth in the kitchen you peaked past the arched entrance to see if you had any little listening ears before you let the words fly out of your mouth like a sailor, when it came to him your words were unlady-like. "What the fuck am I talking about? You know, I threw you a pity party by agreeing to shared custody when God knows I could have full, I expect you to hold up your end of the bargain you fucking asshole."

You could hear the amusement in his voice like getting you riled up got him off. "I can't do it this weekend, I told you."

You gritted your teeth remembering his excuse and you telling him that you didn't care. "Oh, yes, how could I forget? Poor you, you can't go out with the boys if you have responsibilities. Meanwhile, I take my children everywhere I go."

"Unless your little boy toy watches them."

"And yet, he's still doing a better job than you." You bit. "Look," You took a deep breath. "Us separating was hard enough on them, don't make this harder by not fulfilling the one thing you're required to do."

He could be heard soughing dramatically, and if you knew him well enough he was rubbing his eyes with frustration crawling under his skin. "Fine, I'll come get them tomorrow."

"Good." You hung up and tossed your phone on the counter with attitude. Your fingers found their usual spot on your temples, you rubbed them with stress written all over your body. This divorce was supposed to make everything easier, no contact with each other unless it involved your kids and yet he was still getting under your skin. A reassuring hand rested on your back. "Go sit, I'll bring the food."

"No, it's-"

"If you tell me no one more time we're gonna have a problem." A playful warning but a warning nonetheless. You put your hands up in surrender and follow his instructions going to the dining room to sit and wait for him. It didn't take long for him to pop up with your food. You looked up at him with puppy eyes and pursed your lips, he leaned down planting a kiss. "I'm gonna get your pyjamas out and get your stuff ready for bed."

You cooed, "You have no idea how much I love you."

He smiled pridefully. "I love you too, ma."

— —

6 PM.

You checked your phone just to make sure, and yeah, it was 6 p.m. The bright and burning sun was disappearing behind the horizon, the orange and pink hue replaced the blue sky, it was getting darker by the minute and he was still a no-show. Your phone was pressed against your ear as you took a peak at your kids as they sprawled out on the couch watching a movie with Oscar, you smiled softly. "You really don't mind? I'm not trynna get rid of them or anything but their bags have been packed since last night and I just feel so bad." You explained to your mom on the phone.

Oscar turned his head in an attempt to eavesdrop on your conversation. Naomi snuggled herself closer to him, he kissed the top of her head, he'd ask you what happened later.

"Okay, thanks mom, I'll let them know."

You left your phone on the counter and joined your family in the living room with a presentable smile on your face. "Who wants to go see grandma?" They all turned their heads, smiles stretching from ear to ear. "She'll be here soon, you can finish the movie don't worry." They nodded and turned back to the screen, their little bodies wiggling with excitement and anticipation, they loved your mom, she let them get away with anything.

Oscar was still looking at you, you blushed sending him an air kiss and he winked in return. He was first on the to-do list once your gremlins were gone.

Half an hour passed and there was a knock at the door, Malakai was the first to run to the door to let your mom inside. They greeted her before running upstairs to get their belongings. "Thanks again Mom."

"No problem and you two are okay with me dropping them off at school on Monday?"

You nodded. The three musketeers came back downstairs dropping their bags on the floor to hug, kiss and say goodbye to the both of you. Naomi takes a longer time with Oscar's hug. "Can you carry me to the car?" You heard her whisper, he agreed and grabbed her bag taking her outside. And as you stood in the door frame watching him help her inside, all the anger you had from last night and today had seemed to thaw out. You counted yourself as lucky to have found a man who took care of your children as if they were his own, double the luck that they loved him just as much. , sometimes you'd have to pry Naomi off of him when he had to go to work.

Your mom honked her horn and you waved them off blowing kisses until they were out of your view. Oscar walked up the steps, hunched over and looking at you through his brows, you knew what was coming. "Diaz." You warned. He scooped you up throwing you over his shoulder, you squealed and giggled as he carried you into the house. He kicked the door close with his foot, "I'm bout to fuck you up." Such a pleasant threat, especially with the addition of him spanking you. You laughed breathlessly as he tossed you onto the couch, finding himself between your legs.

You cupped his face pulling him in, your lips melting together in a needy chase, his hands wandering your body, making their way inside your shirt. His fingertips tickling your bare skin getting closer... and closer to-

Knock! Knock!

For fuck sake.

"Ignore it." He groaned. You sucked your teeth. "They probably forgot something."

He sighed kissing you once more before you got up leaving him with his blue balls, you opened the door and the smile on your face vanished. "You're kidding. You are fucking kidding me."

"Oh, not happy to see me?" Your ex-husband smugged tilting his head. You were in disbelief, at the audacity of this man to stand on your doorstep with that stupid grin on his face as if nothing was wrong. "I'm not actually. Why are you here?" You asked crossing your arms. He chuckled. "To get my kids?"

Your eyebrows raised in shock. You looked down at your Apple Watch to make sure the time was correct. And it was. "It is almost 7 PM, what time were you supposed to be here?"

He shrugged. "Does it matter?"

"It does fucking matter, Anthony! You said you'd be here at twelve, then you called at twelve saying you'd be here at two. Your children have had their bags packed since last night!" You said raising your voice. You pinched the bridge of your nose. "They're not here. So you can go." You proceeded to close the door but he had quickly wedged his foot in the frame. You looked up at him. "Anthony." You warned, your nostrils flared. That was Oscar's cue to get up and see what was going on, he opened the door and stood behind you with a scowl on his face. Anthony rolled his eyes.

"You couldn't wait to move another man into my house huh?"

"And it's never been more peaceful."

He looked past the both of you. "Where are my kids?"

"They're out."

"Where?"

"Don't worry about it." You sassed. "They at your mom's? 'Cause I'll just go pick them up from there."

"You will not."

He took a step forward causing you to take one back. "Watch me."

Oscar stepped in the middle of both of you, sizing up Anthony. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"

Now this was a side you'd yet to see of Oscar. In your many conversations of getting to know each other, he'd felt comfortable enough to inform you of his old life. How he was the leader of an infamous street gang, Los Santos, even showed you pictures. You never wanted to say it out loud, afraid you'd make him feel weird, but seeing him in his cholo attire, the gun tucked in his waist and his shirt lifted up or sometimes off... oh it did something to you. You'd never ask him to delve back into his old ways, but you'd have little fantasies about what he used to be like.

Aggressive.

Rough.

Possessive.

"Nobody's scared of you. Some little bitch from Fiji, you just got here, don't know shit about shit."Anthony challenged, but you knew him well enough. He'd never been in a fight his whole life, you could put a gun next to him he'd piss his pants. Oscar half smiled taking another step forward. Anthony stepped back.

"I may have just got here but at least I know how to pick up my kids on time."

Your heart skipped. My kids.

"Your-"

"I know not to fucking lie to their mother about what time I'm coming to get 'em, I know not to disappoint them because the look on their faces is heartbreaking."

Anthony stuttered backwards, further down the steps and closer to his car. "And I know, that if you go to their grandmother's house and fuck up their weekend, I'll knock your teeth down your throat, pendejo."

You could see your ex-husband swallow any comebacks he had tried to come up with, the slight fear in his eyes as they darted to you as a plea for help but you just crossed your arms and shrugged. You weren't gonna help him. "Get the fuck out my face," Oscar growled. Anthony scurried off so fast you swore you saw smoke under his feet. His tires screeched as he pulled out of your driveway and down the street.

Oscar came back inside, trailing off to the kitchen. You closed the front door and followed him like a lost puppy. He reached into the fridge for one of his Corona’s and popped off the top. You bit your lip. "¿Que pasa?" He asked bringing his drink to his lips. You shrugged. "I think that was a solid first meeting."

He laughed. "Me too."

You leaned over the counter dragging your nail from side to side. "Sooo... was that Oscar or was that Spooky?" He playfully rolled his eyes and looked away. "If I have to go back to Spooky for you, I'll do it."

Your heart fluttered. "Any time?"

"Mhm."

You walked over to him, gently grabbing his hand and guiding him over to the steps and up the stairs. "You think Spooky can show out for one night?"

He pulled his hand from you and smacked your ass.

"Absolutamente, mi amor."

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Medicine

❥Yandere Park Seonghwa x fem reader

➯a/n: this is a work of fiction and does NOT represent a healthy little and caregiver relationship, or a healthy relationship of any kind. i'm back at it with my mommy hwa shenanigans while tweaking with the shells plot line mwahaha

takes place before Baby (you don't have to read to understand but it gives this some extra spice)

✃ "I'd burn alive just for the soft light on your face." -Paper Doll, Flower Face

✫彡wordcount: 3k

♡'･ᴗ･'♡(ಡ‸ಡ)(¯ ³¯)♡genre: yandere, angst, hurt & comfort

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: stockholm syndrome, periods and period blood(non descriptive), everyone is morally grey, non sexual nudity, references to sh and violence(not towards reader), it's fair to say seonghwa is a murderer lol, jongho and baby bff agenda as hinted at in the first part, more exploration of how the members are affected, one mention of sewer slide, mingi needs a hug fr, not proof read

⁂perm taglist: @stvrfir3 @tunaasan @marievllr-abg

✩index: little space; a regressed state of mind where one feels like a child. hyung; a name for an older male friend or sibling, used by other males.

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

  Seonghwa was certain that he could handle anything you threw his way after five months of being his captive in his care.

      He knew you well, better than he knew himself most days. Even before he had 'taken you home', he tried to learn everything about you to make the transition easier. Some things though- were impossible to know.

     You hadn't gotten your period since before your 'big move', as he called it. He read up on all things womanly to be better prepared so he knew that stress could cause you to skip it. And it did for a long while. Now, though, you were starting to settle in.

     He knew they were painful. But nothing prepared him for the heartbreak when he saw you in the state you were in now.

     He had just gone downstairs to get the mail, but that was apparently all the time it took for you to lock yourself in the bathroom.

     "I don't know what happened, Hyung!" Mingi was just as panicked as Seonghwa at the moment, he felt responsible for whatever was happening behind the locked bathroom door. What if you had gotten into their razors? It would be all his fault... His Hyung trusted him with his Baby and she dashed away before he could even register it.

     Everyone saw the shift in you the past few days, moody and hungry and tired. One of the managers even had the nerve to ask if you could be pregnant. As if Hwa would ever let you skip your birth control.

    "She just ran off! Everything was fine," Mingi continued as he jiggled the knob relentlessly, slapping his palm on the wood while calling out.

     His voice was so loud in Seonghwa's mind. He was so overwhelmed. Scared. Full of rage.

    And then they heard the shower turn on.

    At least he knew you were alive in there.

    "Baby?" He pushed his younger member out of the way and knocked on the door much gentler. "You know you can't take baths alone. Open the door and let me help you."

     There was no response.

    "Now, Baby."

    Only the sound of the water hitting linoleum tiles.

   "Don't make me count to three."

    Mingi backed up at that. He hated when he counted just as much as you did.

    But he didn't have to count, when he heard the tiniest sniff from over the pelting water his body reacted for him. His shoulder came in contact with the door and in the next second he had broken through the frame of the door.

    Mingi looked on in shock, eyes fixed on the metal lock on the door which was still stuck out in place. They followed to the doorframe, splintered open. Then they fell to you, curled up naked on the bathroom floor under the raining water. He looked away at that, turning and crouching down to pick up the broken pieces of wood to busy himself until he knew you were okay enough to leave you in Seonghwas care alone.

      Seonghwa had kneeled next to you, uncaring as the water soaked the knees on his pants. Even more uncaring as he leaned over your face, blocking the water with the back of his head and soaking the collar of his shirt and his hair. The scorching water dripped from his hair to your face as he cupped it in his hands, inspecting you for any damage on the surface.

"Baby, my baby, what's wrong?" The pain in his voice was just as present as the pain in your face. Wound tight like your eyebrows as you winced.

"H-hurts." Was all you could manage, groaning as he untucked your arms from around you to inspect you further. You were fine on the surface.

"Hyung..." His head snapped back to Mingi, who held out your shorts pinched between his fingers, touching them as little as possible. There was a dark spot on them, red and angry as it stained the pattern.

He looked down slowly, eyes meeting the drain as it sucked up the pink tinted water.

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It took all the convincing in the world from Seonghwas part that for you to remember that you weren't dying. That this happened to big girls every month. Eventually he managed to dry you off after letting the water sooth you for a while and set you up with a pad from the box he's had under the sink since he brought you home.

But then again, some things he couldn't have been prepared for. You told him your periods weren't just painful, they were debilitating. He wished he would have asked you before hand to be more prepared- but now he knows better for next time!

He set you up on the couch with a sock full of uncooked rice that he'd heated up placed on your stomach while he did frantic research on his phone. He peeked back and when he saw you were fast asleep, tuckered out from fighting the pain, he made a beeline downstairs- not even bothering to wait for the elevator and essentially jumping down the stairs.

     He barged right into Yunho and Yeosangs dorm, making a mental note to scold them for not locking the door later on. But for now he was on a mission for his baby.

    "Hello, Yeosang," he greeted briefly as he barged into the room as well, going straight to his shelf of supplements and vitamins. He could only stare dumbfounded as he scooped up what he needed and left. "Bye, Yeosang."

"Hello, Yunho." He spoke as he passed him in their kitchen. He raided the pantry and left with a simple, "Bye, Yunho." The both of them looked on in confusion as their Hyung left the dorm, not bothering to even shut the door.

     "Yah, that's ours!"

    Yunhos yell when unheard -or rather uncared for- as he was out the door just as fast as he came, desperately rushing down the hall as they looked on.

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That was how everyone ended up in the top story dorm, watching in confusion and anxiety as Seonghwa sat down his stolen goods on the coffee table infront of the couch, careful not to wake you. He went to walk off, and Wooyoung opened his mouth, "is she o-"

      "Shh!" The eldest shushed harshly, shutting him up as he sped walked away.

      "Hey, thats mine!" Another victim of Seonghwas thievery followed his Hyung with a sleepy grimace, blinking confusedly at the scene in the living room.

They had all seen some strange behavior from their eldest member, especially through the past nine months that lead up to this. The day you met was like a switch flipped in his imbalanced mind.

They hated you for that. Or rather, hated the idea of you. Every one of their moral compasses was spun in a complete three sixty when their Hyung kidnapped you those five months ago. He wasn't the same. For the good or bad, you changed Seonghwas live, all of their lives-

For bad, you had been the reason that Hongjoong had to pick dirt from under his nails after covering up one of his best friends sins. You were the reason Mingi had to take a three week hiatus to cover recover from the bruises from when he made eye contact with you. You were the reason that a quarter of their staff had to be paid off when the word spread, just to keep everything from going public.

But then- you were the reason that Seonghwa had started smiling again. The reason he tossed his blades into the river. You were the inspiration to eight different songs in only these few months, one of which was a major break through for them. Your childlike attitude beamed through the apartments.

You brought a certain light to their lives, one that was emitted from the fires of Hell.

They promised themselves they'd be indifferent to you, to not get involved as much as possible for the sake of their own sanity and morals. And yet, here they are.

Gathered in the living room with heavy hearts as they looked over you, silently begging for Seonghwa or Mingi to tell them what was wrong with you.

"Hyung..." Jongho spoke as softly as he could, his eyes couldn't help but fixate on the way you held yourself like you wanted to disappear. "What did you do to her?"

He, out of everyone, was most worried.

He hated this situation just as much as the others. Hell, he was still fighting himself every day to turn his Hyung in- even if their entire worlds would come crashing down. Because he hated to see you in pain. An innocent person suffering because he was too cowardly.

You were attached to the hip the second that Seonghwa let you out of his room. You dashed for the scariest looking member... because he was less scary than the man who snatched you up, who you thought you could trust. You hid behind his arms as everyone else looked on, simply staring in the disbelief of what their once trusted and kind member had done.

Hongjoong was in the same boat, just as troubled as Jongho was with the entirety of what had become their lives. He prided himself in the fact that he was a good person, through and through. He did good deeds when no body was looking, simply because it spread good feelings. All he ever wanted to put in the world was positivity. But when he saw the tears that his best friend caused, his heart made him simply look the other way. You didn't like Hongjoong much. His picture in Seonghwas room taunted you, made you resent him for being so obviously close to the source of all your pain. But he didn't treat you any different for it.

"Park Seonghwa, you promised you wouldn't hurt her like that," Hongjoong sneered through his teeth, ready to grab his only Hyung by the ear when he heard a small grumble from the couch.

You blinked. Once, twice.

And then you broke into a waterfall of hot tears.

"Hey, Baby it's okay," Seonghwa tried to soothe you, only to be pushed flat away from you as Jongho came and took his seat infront of the couch where you were situated.

"Hi, little bear," he cooed, taking you into his arms immediately when you weakly opened yours. He moved slowly as he sat on the couch with you in his lap, but slowly wasn't slow enough to stop the aches from pulsing through your veins on what felt like a molecular level.

It was Wooyoungs turn now to feel brave and stand up to Hwa- well, stand over him as he watched his baby with tears of his own welling up. "She's never cried this hard, what did you do?"

"Baby-"

He was pushed back down as he reached for you, a begging pout on his lips as Yeosang held him down by his shoulders.

He didn't know what had changed in his members but he knew it was shit timing. You needed comfort and calm, not to see your caregiver held down and restrained from you.

A pink sock hit Yeosangs head and he looked up with soft shock written on his features as he met your eyes. You immediately looked down, you still weren't allowed to look them in the eyes and you most definitely didn't want a punishment ontop of natures own. "Don't hurt my Mommy..."

"Honey, did your Mommy do this to you?" Yunho asked as he bent to your level.

You simply shook your head. Were they really fighting over your well-being? Why didn't they do that months ago when this whole fiasco started? You blinked away the thought as another teeth gritting cramp hit you. You hid in Jonghos sweater, trying to quiet down your sobs.

It wasn't all for naught though, as you could hear Mingi finally speaking up when he returned from the kitchen, a baby bottle of juice in hand that he sat down with Seonghwas thieved goodies. "She got her period..." Some of them immediately started cooing over you, and while you couldn't tell who with your head trying to burrow its way into Jongho to hide, it still made your ears feel hot with embarrassment.

"Oh, poor baby," San was the first one to speak, plugging in the heating pad he was robbed of minutes early with zero hesitation, gently draping it over your lower back.

"Get off me," Seonghwa finally snapped and pushed Yeosang and Wooyoung away, crawling on his knees to the couch. "Baby, I've got some stuff to help you but you'll have to come off Jongho, okay?"

You had a hint of defiance in your pain filled eyes as you peeked from the plush sweater you were hidden in. "No, big bear," you put on the cutes and hugged Jonghos neck tighter.

"I know big bear is comfortable," he bit his tongue as he looked at the way you so willingly curled into his youngest members lap for comfort that he should be providing, "but give me five minutes, I need to take care of you."

"Come on, little bear," Jongho sat up as careful as possible, ignoring the tug on his heart as you whined. He cared for you, of course. But he feared Seonghwa more.

Wooyoung couldn't bear to watch anymore, taking San's hand and disappearing down the hall. He used to look up to Seonghwa, now he could barely look in his eyes.

Mingi followed their lead, he wanted to be strong and comfort you, but he simply couldn't handle another second of seeing you reduced to tears. He'd never watch you cry again. His heart couldn't take it. Maybe that made him a coward of a man, but he didn't care at the moment.

That left Hongjoong sat across the coffee table with Yunho, Yeosang lowering himself into the armchair, and Seonghwa on his knees infront of you as you clung to Jonghos neck.

   "Good..." He was certain there was blood filling his mouth from the way he bit down on his tongue. "I didn't want to leave you so these will do for now until I order your own, right?" It was rhetorical-was it? It's not like you had a choice in the matter. But he was so kind that it made your brain foggy. Like he really cared of your opinion for a moment.

    "Magnesium, zinc, and vitamin d," he explained as he took one from each of the bottles. "More vitamin d," he sat the bottle of juice next to your legs. "And comfort," he drug the basket of sweets that he used as rewards for good behavior to the edge of the table and let you take a peek, seeing the new and unfamiliar chocolates on top.

Intrigued by the fancy looking wrapper, you reached out. Seonghwa only put the medicine in your hand. "Medicine first, Baby. Then you can have all you want from the basket."

Seonghwa was a lot of things but he wasn't a liar, never to you.

So, you sucked it up and took the medicine.

ఌ

Later that night, everyone besides Hongjoong and Jongho had returned home (save for the three that actually lived in the apartment with you). Mingi didn't exit his room, not even for dinner. San came and joined movie night after Wooyoung left.

The movie long ended, leaving everyone in the room dead asleep besides Seonghwa. How could he sleep at a moment like this? His Baby could wake up at any moment and need him.

So, he just sat and watched over the most important people in his life. His best friend, laid on the couch with his head on the opposite end as you, curled into a ball with nothing but a stuffed monkey to keep him company. His youngest member, laid on the floor with a pillow to his chest. And San, he was-

"Hyung?"

He was awake. Seonghwa perked up a bit, blinking away that familiar look in his eyes before he turned to the armchair where San was draped in a strange position. "Hyung, you should go to sleep..."

Both their eyes drifted to you, sound asleep. He'd either have to curl up behind you on the couch with Hongjoong or move you to your shared bed.

"You know..." San sighed, almost silently. "I hate you for what you did to her. For what got us here. But I would be lying if I said you didnt take good care of her. You love her, don't you?"

"I love her more than life." It was a declaration that was as easy as breathing. Though he'd never said it out loud to anyone other than you. Until now. Seeing you like that... "I love her. I never want her to be in pain like that, you don't understand, San. I was ready to kill myself if she was dying."

"Don't be ridiculous-"

"I'm serious."

The look in his eyes told him he was was. He would never joke when it came to you. He was always dead serious. He would rather not be in this world at all than be in it without you. "I know you don't understand, I'm not asking you to. But I had to do what I did. I had to do it. I had to."

"I know." And he did. San knew that, by all means Seonghwa didn't have to do what he did. He didn't have to kidnap you and keep you imprisoned in their dorm and buy people off to keep their mouth shut. But Seonghwa thought that he did. His mind had convinced him, and there was no turning back.

That first night, when they found you tied to his bed, that was all he could say. I had to. I had to. I had to. With his head tucked between his knees like a scolded child defending themselves- although everyone was too shell shocked to even say a word until Wooyoung broke the silence with a simple, 'what the fuck.' I had to. I had to. I had to.

"Do you?"

San licked his lips, took a deep breath, and rolled around to face the back of the arm chair. "I know you, Park Seonghwa. And you did what you believed was necessary. I can never agree with your reasoning... but I'll never fight you on it. Take your baby and go to bed. We're all tired."

Seonghwa couldn't see them, but there was fat tears rolling down San's face. He hadnt cried over this. But something had finally faded away and let him. He never referred to you as that. He liked to think you'd enjoy being separate from the life that Seonghwa had built for you. Not that you could notice most of the time, forced so deep into little space that your head felt light and fluffy like a bag of cotton candy.

    He must have finally come to terms with the fact that this was reality.

     "C'mon, baby girl," he heard him whisper, followed by a small groan as you were picked up. He waited until he heard Seonghwas door click. And he let all his tears free fall.

    Seonghwa set your tired form down on your side of the bed, crawling in after you while trying to push away that itch in his brain that was screaming that he forgot your nightly routine. He tucked that little voice away and settled in bed, bringing the soft comforter over you both and melting into his pillow with a sigh.

    He gathered you close as gently as possible and rubbed your back, staring up at the ceiling and listening closely to your breathes as they evened out to quiet snores.

      A smile played at his lips.

    For a moment he felt like everything would be okay. You had your medicine-

He felt you curl closer to his warmth, and he brought his finger tips up to brush your loose hairs back with a tenderness reserved only for you.

-And he had his.

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Hello!! Hope you're doing alright!

May I request headcannons or a story for Nubbins Sawyer about his female s/o saving him from his death? Like in that scene from movie when he's chasing Sally and then gets run over by an 18-wheeler, but his s/o saves him in time.

if you don't want to write about it, it's perfectly fine to ignore this request.

Thank you in advance and have a lovely day!! ♡

Why would I ignore this??? I LOVE IT! I LOVE NUBBINS!!! 🖤 Thank you tons for the request lol

Pairing: Nubbins Sawyer x fem reader

Warning: Violence, death, kidnapping, cannibalism, killing, blood, gore galore, hot sweaty cannibal man, slight NSFW, Kinda fluffy, etc

Tonight was just like any other night within the Sawyer house. You laid in Nubbins bed as you listened to the records his twin brother had gifted him. Adjusting the headphones you could still hear the actions happening below you. Nubbins understood you weren't the 'killing type' like Drayton puts it. But that doesn't mean Nubbins doesn't enjoy his time tormenting helpless victims whether you hear him or not. Reaching over to the diy skull table you turned the knob of the record player turning the music up so you wouldn't have to hear the howling pack of hounds called the Sawyers. You didn't mind being alone for a while, Nubbins tend to be very clingy and sometimes you just needed a little break so this arrangement was perfect! Nubbins got his play time and you got your free time. A win win for both parties but you wouldn't lie something about tonight felt weird..Something wasn't right and it was eating you up.

Tossing and turning you finally found a comfortable position and manged to fall asleep despise the nagging dread flowing through your body. After what felt like hours you woke up realizing Nubbins wasn't back upstairs besides what time it was. Pushing the headphones off your head you noticed everything was quiet. Listening to your gut you quickly got up throwing on a pair of you jeans and grabbed your boots shoving your foot in them as you nearly tripped out the bedroom door. "Nubbins?" you yelled but before you could call again you started hearing a female scream followed by Bubba's chainsaw. "Oh shit." You thought quickly running down the stairs nearly tripping again since your boots were a bit big-They were a gift from Nubbins, aka a pair of a victims shoes- Quickly you ran out the door following behind Bubba. You watched Nubbins run after the blonde girl as she screamed and tried limping away. You ran towards him but thanks to the over sized boots you fell face first into the Texas dirt. "Fuck!" you shouted but quickly you kicked the boots off, jumped up and ran after Nubbins.

Passing Bubba you finally caught up to Nubbins at the road. Nubbins grabbed the girl laughing as he sliced her back up. You watched him but your attention was grabbed by the sound of a very fast tracker trailer. "Nubbins!" You shouted quickly ran towards him hearing the truck horn blaring. The blonde girl wiggled out of Nubbins grasp and he quickly froze as he looked up at the truck coming right at him. But you grabbed his green shirt from behind and wanked him back hard just in time. Resulting in both of you falling backwards with a thud. Sitting up you looked at Nubbins seeing he was breathing hard but alive. Looking towards the blonde girl across the road made your blood start to boil, She nearly got Nubbins killed and you weren't happy. Hearing the trucks squeal as the driver slammed on brakes. You quickly reached over Nubbins, grabbing his razor before jumping to your feet. "You fucking bitch" You spat before running after her, grabbing her you shoved her to the ground. Proceeding to sit on top of her and slash her with the razor. Nubbins quickly got onto his feet watching you release your anger onto the girl. Stunned he stood there, not realizing the driver was getting out the truck. As you continued to slash at the girl the man quickly ran to you, trying to pull you off the girl, but before the man got you onto your feet you swung the straight razor one last time managing to slice the girls throat open. As you were finally pulled to your feet you fought against the man smirking once you heard the sound of Bubba's beloved chainsaw getting closer. "Get em Bubba!" You shouted, getting your wrist lose from the man's grasp and shoving Nubbins straight razor into the man's side causing him to let go of you. Thinking fast you quickly ducked down as Bubba swung his chainsaw over your head and into the mans chest. His blood spewed onto you as the chainsaw entered his body. The driver was early cut in half as he fell back behind you.

Standing up you wiped the blood from your cheek and adjusted into your stance..Catching your breath you looked down at the girl watching the blood spill from her throat. As you watched the dark liquid flow onto the ground you started to realize what just happened. Looking behind you, you saw the sliced up man seeing his blood seep out onto the road into a huge puddle that unfortunately you were standing in..barefoot. Feeling sick you stepped over them, back towards the house but stopped in your tracks as you started to gag. "Oh no..no." You stated as you started to panic, Nubbins quickly rushed towards you. "You're okay! d-don't cry, don't c-cry darling." He stuttered trying to calm you down before you exploded. Nubbins pulled you towards him and held your head to his chest trying to stop you from looking back at what you did. Stroking your head quickly he looked down at you. "You protected me! I-I would be flat!" He giggled like the little psychopath he was. Every time you would move your head towards the terrific scene he would push your head back into his chest, finally just covering your eyes with the hand that was stroking your hair. "Y-you saved me." He stated as he kissed the top of your head as he watched Bubba grab the man's foot dragging him towards the house. "Keep your eyes closed." Nubbins said letting go of you once he got your nod of approval. Nubbins walked to the girl and chuckled. He stuck his tongue out at her dead face before grabbing her ankle. Dragging her towards you. "D-don't look behind me! O-or in front of you! Just look down." You nodded doing what he said. You knew exactly what they were doing hearing the noise of shuffling gravel.

Once you got back to the house you sat down at the dining room table with grandpa. Holding your head in your hands, starring at the wall as you heard Nubbins and Bubba struggle as they dragged the bodies into the backroom. Drayton yelled as they dragged the bodies against the floor. "Look what you're doing to the floor!" He shouted in his thick country accent. Continuing to stare at the wall Drayton came into the dining room. "What's the matter girly?" He asked in a much softer tone. He was always sweet towards you surprisingly. "I killed her.." You stated emotionless, Drayton rubbed your back. "Aw don't worry about it none.." He stated. "She almost caused Nubbins to get hit by that truck..I was so angry.." Drayton laughed. "Well of course you were angry! That's you old man. Well don't you worry no, you should talk to grandpa he's the best killer around!" You smiled slightly at him. He rubbed the back of your head. "Now the saw is family just you remember that." He patted the back of your head and walked away. Nodding you looked at grandpa. Hearing Nubbins walk in you quickly stood up and walked towards him wrapping your arms around his neck. "I love you Nubbins..please don't leave me here alone." Nubbins hugged back not caring your back was nearly covered in blood. "I l-love you t-too." he responded his cute speech impediment causing you to smile. "I-i ain't going n-no where." He placed his chin on your head and held you.

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Welllll I hope you guys enjoyed reading!! Thank you tons for the request!

[theyandereonmyoji]

would you like to write for a yandere boom Sonic or a post frontiers Sonic? I feel like those versions are more likely to become obsessed and go out of their way if they do actually fall in love, even going as far as moving in with you without announcing it. Whichever you like more, both of them have voices I'd die for so.. I can't help myself but need one lol

Yandere Sonic the Hedgehog Post-Frontiers: Alone Together

ooh, a Roger simp I see~ to be honest I'm more of a Jason Griffith fan, but I totally get the appeal. I already wrote for Boom Sonic so I decided to do a scenario for Sonic after the event of Frontiers, hope you don't mind dear. ______________________________________________________________

It hasn’t been that long ago since Sonic and his friends came back from their travels to the Starfall Islands. You got to hear all about their crazy adventures there, from Sonic defeating various titans to save Tails, Amy and Knuckles, just to end up having to team up with Eggman and an AI he had created to defeat an entity called “The End”. However, after a long while of chatting about all that had transpired, the topic of what everyone would do next came up, and it seemed like everyone had their own plans that would keep them from seeing each other for a while. To no one’s surprise, Knuckles planned to go back to guarding the Master Emerald in Angel Island, though he also said he would take breaks every once in a while to go on adventures of his own. Amy went on an on about her plans to go out with Cream and Sticks, she seemed just as excited about that as she can be when talking about Sonic. Even Tails had plans to go on adventures on his own for a long while, to be more independent and not rely on Sonic as much as he can sometimes. Speaking of which, when it was Sonic’s turn to tell what were his plans for what to do next, he just said that he would go wherever the next adventure was. Normally, you wouldn’t have any issues with an answer like that, it was Sonic after all, he never was one to think much about where to go next, he would just run around were the wind took him, free to do as he pleased. Yet, there was something about how quiet he was, and how…uncharacteristically sad his eyes seemed the few times you caught him staring at you. But you’re probably exaggerating, right? Yet here you were, sitting in your couch wrapped up with a blanket and holding a cup of recently warmed up coffee, all lights in the house turned off because of a blackout in the area where you lived. The only thing that occupied your mind were how deafening the rain was, and your reminiscing of an event that had happened a week ago. Most of your things were all packed away in boxes of various sizes, and with them most things that you could use to pass time while waiting for the storm to pass, so even though you tried telling yourself to stop thinking too much about what had happened, it was the only thing keeping you from being totally bored, as your phone’s battery had ran out before you were able to charge it. Thankfully you were planning on moving out of this place soon, so you hoped that in the bigger cities blackouts won’t last as long as the ones here, you also hoped to be able to meet more people, as barely no one lived around here, and most friends you had were always on the move or far away where you lived anyways. Suddenly, your thought were suddenly interrupted by a sound different that water drops hitting your house repeatedly, it was a gentle knock on your door, too gentle perhaps, as you could barely hear it, and it probably wasn’t even a knock to begin with. Yet, after a few seconds, the knocking got progressively louder. Yup, your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you, there was someone knocking at your door.

You left your cup of coffee on the short table in front of you, and, still wrapped up in your blanket, you made your way to the door. You unlocked the two locks that it had, one a knob just below the door’s actual knob, that needed only to be slightly turned to the left, and the lock on the door that you needed your house’s keys to unlock, keys that you conveniently had left on the knob already. Once you were done unlocking the door, you  were surprised to see Sonic right outside your door, his blue quills soaking wet and water drops dripping out of them, he was shivering slightly and rubbing his hands on his arms in an attempt to warm himself up. However, once he noticed you we looking at him, he stopped whatever he was doing before, placing one hand on his hip, letting the other one hang around, his shivering was also gone too, and now he was smiling like he usually does. “Hey Y/N…do you mind if I crash at your place for a bit?” 

Your instincts reacted faster than whatever speed the hedgehog in front of you could run at. “Of course! Please, you’re going to catch a cold!” The calm pace at which he came in heavily contrasted how quickly you had opened the door for him. Once he was inside your house, you closed the door behind him, “Hold on, I’ll go grab a towel for you” he stood there by the door as you rushed off to your room, forgetting to check if you had locked the door or not, not like it mattered right now anyways, you were too worried about your friend possibly getting sick. 

You frantically searched in your almost empty room for an extra towel, you felt as if it was taking you an eternity to look through all the empty cabins and drawers, until you finally found a dry, white towel neatly folded inside on of said drawers. Almost as if out of pure instinct, you pulled the towel out and dashed to the door to where Sonic was. “Here! Use this to dry yourself!” You handed him the towel, he took it and proceeded to dry his body, face, and quills with it, it wasn’t perfect but at least he was a lot dryer now than he was a few seconds ago.

Sonic gave you back the towel, yet his gaze seemed like it was scanning your entire house, leaving only an awkward silence and a now wet towel between the two of you. “I’m sorry if my house is a little…empty, I’ll be moving out soon so I’ve already packed away most of my things” you hoped that explaining the situation would break the ice and give you two something to talk about, and it kinda did, you snapped him away from his trance and stared at you dead in the eyes, he still kept his usually calm demeanor, yet his eyes has this subtle trace of  that same mournful feeling you got from him that last time you two met. “You’re moving out? Why?”

“Well, it’s a long story, wanna sit down and talk” you gently grab his hand and pull him into the couch, it felt a bit cold, probably due to the still wet gloves…yet there was something about it that felt a bit odd, as if it had something inside of it that should be there. You decide to ignore that thought and let him sit on the couch, he looks at the cup of coffee lying in the table right in front, almost mesmerized by the movement of the steam coming out of the hot tea, but his focus went back immediately to you as you sit down next to him. “So…you said you’re moving out? How come? Seems a bit sudden don’t you think?” Sonic’s inquiry seemed absolutely normal on the surface, yet there was something about how he said it that just seemed off, though you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what. You took a deep breath before giving any answers, inhaling as much air as your lungs could possibly allow you to hold, “Yeah, I was just thinking that, everyone else is always going around and doing all of this amazing stuff, but here I am just wasting my days here without doing much. I just want to do something different with my life! Break the routine, I don’t know!” You were moving harshly all the time as you were explaining your situation, but once you were done, you allow them to fall down into your couch with a loud thud “…It may not seem like much but, I just think leaving this place might be a good start” You look at Sonic, to find a encouraging smile as you try to do something new with your life, to find him doing a thumbs up and tell you something overly cheesy yet somehow still motivating…yet there was none of that. Whatever mask Sonic had up until this point was gone, his face had an expression that showed no emotion at all, just an ice cold stare that sent shivers down your spine

Before you had any chance of asking him what was wrong, he decided to ask you a question of his own “So, does that mean you’re leaving me too?”

Huh? What was he talking about? He could always come visit you. However, you had no time to voice your thoughts and Sonic wasted no time on pinning you below him, almost effortlessly holding both of your arms above your head with a single hand. You desperately tried to get him off of you in any way you could, but that quickly proved to be a herculean task with just how strong he was. Panic quickly took over all of your body, and soon, that panic had led you exhaustion as all your attempts to free yourself were met with failure and soon enough, you had no energy to keep trying.

Once Sonic notice that you had tired yourself out, he looked down at you, no signs of compassion left in his eyes, just pure and utter apathy. “All of you keep leaving me…Tails, Amy, hell even the Knucklehead. You’ve all just decided to go on your own ways and leave me behind. Do you have any idea of how lonely I felt when I was in the Starfall Islands? How painful was it to deal with my entire body and mine getting slowly corrupted, seeing my friends sacrifice themselves to cure me? I thought I would never be able to see them again! And then after all of that, they all have the audacity to just go and ditch me, you got any idea of how any of that feels?!” Lighting struck nearby shortly after, putting you even more on edge as the blue hedgehog on top dumped all of his anger on you. 

He took some deep breaths, seemingly getting calmer, but the ire he manifested just a few seconds was still there, ready to gobble you up like a predator hunting for pray, “I thought that at the very least you would remain here, that everything would remain the same with you…but you’re just as selfish as the rest”. In the middle of his rambling, his grip on your arms had soften up just the tiniest bit, not much, but enough for you to slip out. You seized the opportunity to free your arms and with whatever strength you could muster, successfully getting him off of you, and making him crash against the table, spilling the coffee of his quills. 

You pushed back against any instincts to check and see if he was alright and made a mad dash towards the front door. You were hopeful that your mistake of forgetting to lock the door earlier would come back to save you from him. Yet, as you reached the doorknob, you were met with a horrifying realization 

Clank clank clank The doorknob would not budge, it was locked, and the keys were gone.

If insanity was defined by repeating the same action over and over again expecting a different result, then you truly had gone insane at this very moment. You prayed to the god you believed in that maybe it was just stuck, that it would work soon, you just had to keep at it. But it didn’t move, it wouldn’t. Sonic got up from the now broken table, coffee dripping out of the end of his quills, glaring you down with no empathy for your fear whatsoever. He opened a small gap between his glove and his hand, the same hand you had grabbed a few minutes ago to invite him to sit and chat. Something fell off of it, and he grabbed it before it fell to the floor, holding them on his open palm, letting you see what it was, it was your keys.

“You should consider yourself lucky Y/N…if I were anyone else, I could probably harm you right now…” he approached you slowly, almost like a zombie in an old horror movie. Your knees gave up on you and you slid off the door, sitting on the floor unable to move. Your brain kept yelling to you about how you should be running away right now, your heart tried to jump off your ribcage and make a run for it, yet your body was frozen in place against that locked door, unable to make a move. Sonic was now standing right in front of you, he kneeled at a painfully slow pace, and once he was at your level, he hugged you.

Unexpected was the understatement of the century. He locked you up inside your own house, pinned you against your couch and yelled at you about how lonely he felt, and now he was hugging you, gently rubbing your back with one hand while holding you close with the other, it felt like how a parent would comfort a child over a nightmare they had, yet his unnerving gaze quickly dispelled any illusions of comfort his body projected. “Thankfully, it was just me, I won’t hurt you, I even forgive you for trying to leave me. But we need to fix your little mistake”.

He grabbed your shoulders and pinned you against the door, forcing you to look at him “You won’t move away, right?” He didn’t wait for an answer, not like you could give it to him anyways, you felt a knot on your throat that barely even allowed you to breathe. “You will not sell this house, right?” “You can just return whatever property you were moving to, right?” “You can cancel off whatever deal you had to sell this place, right?”

“We can just live here together, right?”

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PD: Tumblr can be a bit annoying with text!

[readingismyhobby24]

Hello everyone!!! This is the first fic I've ever posted!! I don't know if it's any good, but I had a lot of fun writing it, and it's inspired by real life events too lol.

I had a large battle with a small jumping spider a few nights ago, and I lost, terribly. It did inspire this, so I hope someone will enjoy it as much as I did while writing it. While also completely freaking out about the real life events... Sorry Wars (and Mask), you get to deal with this now 😁

Also, I wanted to thank @crazylittlejester for listening to all my rambles about the spider fight, along with encouraging me to write this fic. Thanks Jes! You're literally the best!!!

Sorry for any mistakes! This was written by me at like 1 am on Saturday, I believe, so yeah... Enjoy!

(clicks post, throws phone, then runs away screaming)

Along Came a Spider

Word count: 1,100

It had been another long, strenuous day out on the battlefield. Link’s body ached and he was so sore, it was hard for him to even make it back to his tent for the night. He was so completely and utterly exhausted.

Link had never been more ready to go to sleep.

He had finally made it back to his tent and he couldn't help but let out a relieved sigh. He walked in to find both his brothers already inside on their cots. Tune was fast asleep and looked like he had been for a while. Mask on the other hand, was wide awake.

“What took you so long?” the boy asked irritatedly. “Everyone else came back hours ago.”

“I got held up to help with battle strategies.” Linked answered quietly, to not wake their other brother.

“Couldn't they have at least let you sleep some first. What person could come up with battle strategies right after they had literally been fighting in one all day?” Mask asked.

“It’s war, Mask,” Link sighed. “We don't have much choice.”

“Well, get some sleep now. You look like you really need it,” the young boy huffed, and without another word, turned away from his brother and closed his eyes.

“Thanks. I appreciate it,” Link huffed to himself with a small laugh.

After he finally finished getting ready for bed, he went over to the lamp to turn it out. As soon as his hand was about to make contact with the knob, a strange movement caught his eye. Looking down, Link gave out a loud gasp at what he saw.

A small, brown spider was standing directly on the lamp, just above the knob, and looked to be making a web. Link was at a standstill. He so wanted to go to bed, but there was a literal spider on the lamp! He certainly wasn't going to touch it, that's for sure. Maybe he could just turn off the lamp and leave it there? It should still be there in the morning if it was making a web. He could have Wind deal with it tomorrow.

With that in mind, Link slowly lowered his hand to the knob. As soon as his finger touched the knob, the spider, without a moments hesitation, jumped at his hand.

Link screamed and quickly ran to the opposite side of the tent. The two boys who were once asleep in their cots, were quickly awoken at the sound. Both Tune and Mask quickly grabbed their swords, thinking their older brother was in danger.

“What is it?!” Shouted Tune as he quickly made it to his brother's side, Mask not far behind.

“THERE’S A SPIDER!!!! And it tried to jump on my hand!” Link yelled, and pointed, with a shaky hand, over at the lamp.

“A spider?” Tune asked confusedly, while Mask screamed at the same time, “A SPIDER?!?!”

Mask quickly jumped behind his oldest brother and yelled “KILL IT!!! KILL IT!!!”

“I'M NOT TOUCHING IT!!!” Link yelled back to the boy that was literally hanging off of him.

“You're the oldest!”

“Oldest doesn't mean bravest, Mask!”

Tune shook his head. “Oh my gosh, guys. It's just a spider. It's not going to hurt anyone.”

“Have you seen those things?!” Link shouted at Tune.

Tune sighed and headed over to the lamp, but upon looking at it, he found nothing. “Uh, Link. There is no spider over here.”

“What do you mean there isn't a spider over there? I saw it with my own eyes. It literally jumped at me!” Linked yelled exasperatedly.

“Well, there isn't one now,” Tune said as he looked around the lamp.

“Yes there is,” Linked detached himself from Mask and ran over to his other brother.

He looked around for the spider at a distance, and was shocked when he didn't see it. “Oh no. Nononononon. I can't believe we lost it!”

“Link, calm down!” Tune tried to reassure his brother.

“Don't tell me to calm down. We lost a spider!” was the young man’s frantic reply.

Mask, who was still standing behind Link, stiffened. “Ummm. Link…”

“What?”

“Look at your arm..” Mask answered worriedly.

“What about my arm?” Link said. He quickly looked down, and then he too, stiffened.

A loud scream ripped through his throat when he saw the spider running down his arm.

“GET IT OF!!! GETITOFFGETITOFF!! HELP!!!” Linked screamed.

Tune quickly grabbed his brother, trying to get him to calm down. At the same time, another figure burst through the tent, large sword at the ready.

“What is happening?” Exclaimed Impa as she ran over to the three boys, all while Link was still screaming.

“There’s a spider on Link!” Mask exclaimed.

Impa quickly rushed over and grabbed Links arm, quickly swatting the spider off. “I thought someone was being assassinated!”

“Uhhhh, yeah. Sorry about that,” Link smiled sheepishly as he took many deep breaths to calm himself.

“After everything you've been through, everything you’ve fought, and seen, you were screaming over a tiny spider?” Impa asked incredulously.

“How does me, doing any of that, have to do with my fear of spiders?” Link asked back defensively.

“Yeah,” Mask agreed. “Spiders are a whole different category of scary. Don't judge him.”

Impa shook her head, and then quickly scooped up the spider that was now on the ground, and left the tent. What no one noticed was how hard she was trying to keep from laughing at the situation. That was definitely not what she was expecting when she had heard all the commotion.

Back at the tent, Link finally got to sit down in his cot. Letting out a big sigh, he flopped down on the cot. Right before he fell asleep, he heard giggling coming from a different side of the tent.

“You know,” Mask said through his giggles. “I'm sure the entire camp heard you screaming over a tiny spider.”

Link groaned. He did not need to think about that. “If I rember correctly, you were also screaming over said tiny spider.”

“Yeah,” Tune agreed. “You guys also almost succeeded in giving Impa a heart attack.”

“Poor Impa,” Mask said. “She doesn't deserve that. Imagine if Impa died because of us and a tiny spider.”

“Well, no one died from any tiny spiders tonight, so we can thank Hylia for that,” Link joked. “Also, what happened in this tent, stays in the tent. Got it?”

“Yes sir!” Tune saluted.

“Goodnight guys,” Link said.

“Goodnight,” Mask replied.

“Don't let the spiders crawl in your bed tonight,” Tune chuckled mischievously.

“TUNE!!! WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?!?”

[yanderu-deredere]

THE SLASHER COUPLE IS SO GOOD 😍

Pretty please, if you feel like writing some for them, would love to read more about Emm tying Casimir to the autopsy table… or maybe them tying their darling to it 🤭

a/n: thank you so so much for the awesome ask! heehee, i've been wanting to write about this since i offhandedly mentioned it and im so glad there's someone else that wants to hear abt it too!

i decided to write for darling instead of cas becos i felt like there wasn't enough major yandere vibes on this blog so have this alternate ending to. will i ever write the canon ending? mayhaps

you can read this as a stand alone but it will refer to some stuff from the original series here! but! this is an alternate ending to that original series. i still have plans for how i want that to end heehee

warning: gender neutral reader but mentions of cock going into an entrance, major yandere vibes, non-con to dub-con, mentions of semi-descriptive gore, bondage? definitely bondage LOL, emm wears strap-on and it's referred to as her cock

word count: ill add this later cus im on mobile

emm fiala ★ casimir fiala

You should've known something was wrong the moment the couple had treated you with such kindness, such sweetness.

It had been too good to be true and you were the fool that fell for it.

"Now, darl', you need'ta understand--"

"I don't need to understand anything." You snapped at her, body tense and ready to run as she faced you like one would face a feral animal "Where are my friends?"

"Your friends? You mean those people that demeaned you and talked behind your back?" Casimir scoffed from beside Emm, his face both mocking and angry.

You had no clever retort to that but, still, you answered, your eyes darting from them to the door "I at least know that they wouldn't leave me here."

"You are definitely right about that, my love." Casimir sneered and it made you both flushed and nervous

You tried to put the puzzle pieces together. You couldn't find your friends or their things but the tire hadn't been fixed yet and you knew that they'd never leave you behind.

If they wouldn't leave you behind, what did that mean?

"You did something to them." The words left your mouth the exact moment the thought entered your brain.

From the way Emm's expressions shifted, you knew you were right.

You needed to get out of here.

Without hesitating, you ran for the door, legs fast and anxious thoughts even faster. It almost felt like you could hear your heart beating in your ears.

You managed to grab the door knob and open the door but, before you could slip out, someone slammed the door in front of you.

You cursed just as someone's arms wrapped around your torso.

You heard Casimir click his tongue and you looked up to see him shaking his head at you, his palm pressed against the door "Naughty, naughty. We can't have you doing that, now can we?"

Emm, on the other hand, sounded less haughty and more desperate "Please, please, darl', you gotta understand--"

"Oh, I understand alright!" You started struggling earnestly, kicking your feet and trying your best to pry Emm's arms away from you "I understand that this was a mistake!"

Emm's arms only seemed to tighten around you even more "Don' say that."

You wanted to spite her so you said it louder "This was a mistake!"

Casimir grabbed your face before you could say anything further, his fingers digging into your cheeks as he turned you to face him "You have a mouth on you, don't you, my love?"

Then, he glanced at Emm, knowing expression on his face "Perhaps we should teach our darling a little lesson, hmm?"

"You so do love teaching lessons, don't you, my wife?"

Emm didn't even answer; she just flipped you over, carrying you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, like you didn't even weigh a single ounce.

It had been sexy last night and you'd be lying to yourself if you said it wasn't sexy now but, instead of your heart fluttering, you felt like your stomach was tying itself in knots.

"Let me go!" You beat on Emm's back, kicking your legs in an attempt to maybe hit the side of her face. She held on fast, her grip on you not even faltering for a second.

"You'll like this, my love, I'm sure of it." Casimir followed the two of you, a certain skip in his step "I certainly do."

Just as he said that, Emm walked into a doorway and you frantically looked around, confused where the three of you were headed.

You tried to think. You were able to see out the door just as Casimir closed it and you guessed that this was the door under the stairs. Wasn't that a closet? Apparently not.

Your nose suddenly stung with the smell of chemical cleaner--bleach?--and the lights seemed dimmer than outside. Casimir saw your frantic glancing and simply threw you a smirk.

Before you could open your mouth to ask where you were, you were slammed onto something cold and hard. You could feel the icy surface even through your clothes.

You sat up in an attempt to get away. Just as you did, you managed to catch a glimpse of what was right next to you.

Your brain fizzled and your throat seized. You were caught between a gag and a dry heave. Immediately, you stopped struggling. Hell, not just you. It felt like the entire world stopped.

Your mind seemed to only swim with thought after thought, none of them lingering long enough for you to really dwell on it.

"Cas, I tol' ya' to clean up after y'rself." Emm grabbed your wrists and you couldn't find it in yourself to snatch them back.

Casimir simply shrugged and went somewhere else. Emm was so close to you, locking your wrists into something soft and furry, that you couldn't track where he went.

"Lay down, darl'." She placed her hand on your chest and pushed you down. You followed, eyes still glued on the still figure next to you.

It was Bran. You knew it was him but you weren't sure.

His face was gored beyond recognition. Blood caked around his mouth and his eyes had been carved out. Very clumsily, you mentally noted. As if that mattered. There was so much viscera and splatters everywhere.

Was this what they had planned for you?

You started to struggle again as Emm started buckling your legs down. The straps didn't hurt your wrists at all, unlike how they formed red bleeding welts on Bran's wrists.

"Please, I don't-- I uhm-- oh god--" Tears sprang to your eyes as you tried to kick your legs "I'm sorry-- I'm sorry-- please, don't--"

Despite your fussing, Emm finished buckling you in. "Shhh, don' worry, we won't do nothin' to you that you won't like, hmmm?"

You heard the sound of a cloth or something being waved and then spread out next to you.

You glanced over and Bran had been covered with some medical blanket of some sort. You couldn't help but recognize it from the various medical dramas you've watched. It was what they put over dead bodies.

The gravity of the situation seemed to weigh more and more heavily over you.

The two people you'd fucked only last night, the two people you'd thought you could've had a future with, were going to murder you.

As soon as Casimir finished laying out the cloth over Bran's dead body, he came over to you, scissors in hand. They were odd scissors that looked bent but on purpose. Without saying much else, he started scissoring through your clothes.

"Cas." You whimpered, fear still wracking your body as you tugged and pulled at your restraints.

Casimir didn't even try to look sympathetic. In fact, he looked like he was enjoying the situation a bit too much.

He pressed a kiss against your temple as he pulled the scraps of your clothes off of your now naked body "Why don't you listen to Emm, huh? We won't do anything that'll hurt our little darling."

Just as Casimir mentioned Emm, your eyes darted to her, frantic to find some sort of sympathy or even some weakness you could take advantage of.

Instead, you were met with the image of Emm, her shirt suddenly gone but that lacy bra you'd seen before still on. She was tightening something around her waist, rather sober expression on her face.

You glanced lower down and your entire face flushed searing hot.

She was tightening a harness on and hanging from it was the most intimidating plastic cock you'd ever seen.

Casimir followed your gaze and snickered, breath brushing against your ear "You know, I only get that when I've been especially bad."

The unprompted insight into the couple's sex life only made you even more flustered. Casimir laughed rather meanly at that too before straightening, his job of getting rid of your clothes completely done.

"When did we get these anyway?" Casimir's fingers ghosted over the inside of your arm before nudging against the cuffs that wrapped around your wrists.

"I made 'em myself." Emm got on top of the medical table in one smooth motion, "Didn' wanna hurt our darling's wrists."

Casimir snuck a finger underneath, wiggling it around "Huh, fur-lined and everything. She already loves you more than me."

"Can't say I feel any differently but it still stings." He added jokingly, pressing another kiss against your temple, hand wrapping around your wrist while the other cupped your chin and made you look at him "See? We'll take perfect care if you here."

You honestly didn't know what to say to that. Though it did make your heart flutter, you knew how fucked up your situation was. These two killed your friends.

And you were especially aware of how fucked up it was that you were really turned on.

Emm took your silence for acceptance. At least, that's how it seemed from how the corners of her lips tilted up into a small smile. Though your legs were cuffed, she pulled your thighs up and wrapped them around her waist.

As she did, her plastic cock thumped against your torso, the tip practically reaching your belly button. And it was thick too, heavy against your skin.

Before you could protest or at least beg for mercy, Casimir pressed his lips against yours, bringing your attention back to him.

The kiss was messy, searing, with his tongue slipping in and pressing against yours, his teeth clashing against your lips.

It made your eyes flutter close as you returned the kiss. You fell into it easily, like it was natural to kiss him like that, like there was nothing else that would feel good.

Then, just as suddenly as the kiss started, you felt something wet and cold dribble against your entrance. Your legs jerked, trying to get away from the sensation.

You couldn't get away, though. You were trapped; not just between the couple but also in the cuffs they'd put you in. All you could do was lay there and take whatever they gave you.

Just like last night but even worse.

And give it to you they did. Emm slicked her fingers up and pushed two of them in at once. Her fingers were already pretty thick so having two of them, scissoring inside of you, pressing against your walls, felt like too much.

Your hips jerked and your brain swam. You didn't know whether you were pulling away from her or pushing your hips down to take more of her fingers.

Casimir, on the other hand, kept kissing you, his breath ragged and his grip on your wrist tightening more and more. His free hand traveled to your neck, wrapping around but not choking you.

You didn't know what it was but the gentle caress of it, firm but not too firm, his fingers pressing against the skin above your beating veins, made your heart flutter even more.

"Gonna prep you up to take me, baby." Emm muttered as she pushed in another finger, her hips rutting and the rubber of her cock rubbing against your skin.

"Gonna show you exactly how we'll be taking care of ya' fr'm now on."

[stayandot8]

The Listener

Genre: angsty-fluff i guess

Relationship type: established boyfriend/girlfriend

Important Contents: reader has a bout of a depressive episode and pushes Chan away, Chan won't take that lying down

a/n: every angst I write turns fluffy again, I don't know why lol. I guess I don't like the idea of either him or the character in my mind that I'm writing about (me?) in pain for very long. I was also inspired by The Trick by AJR when I started this and then it developed into this but I still might use my original idea! Just some background

WC: 2.5k

“I don’t think you should come over tonight.” I never thought I would say those words to him, but they were out before I could stop them. Our phone calls were fewer and far between, Chan’s busy schedule playing more into my unconscious plan than I thought. But this particular phone call was happening more and more often lately. 

“I haven’t seen you in weeks. Just for a few minutes. Please?”

“I’ve got so much going on and I know you do too. Just focus on that, okay?” I hung up before he could see through my lies. If I saw him face to face, I wasn’t sure what I would do. I might not let him leave and that was just as dangerous as the alternative; the opposite. What I didn’t know was that he would come over anyway. 

I was flickering through my TV from my spot on the couch, trying to find something, anything that would take my mind off of him. I was thinking about him more and more often nowadays, which scared me even more. See, here’s the thing. I have always been the type of person who didn’t need to depend on anyone. I made my own life for myself, I’m always the friend that people relied on and the person they went to for anything. When they needed advice, they would come to me. When they wanted to rant about something, I was the sounding board. If they wanted to gush, I was the one they ran to because they knew I would be happy for them, no matter what. I never had that person. I was just bothering them when I would need to return the favor or the subject would turn back to themselves and I found myself slipping into the familiar role of The Listener. 

Now, there’s someone who wants to hear everything I have to say. Every question he asks, he wants the real answer, not the one he wants to hear. And this is new for me. Which is why it’s terrifying and also the reason I've avoided his calls, texts, and apartment for the last couple weeks. 

I hear keys jingling from the hallway outside my apartment door along with heavy footsteps. I make nothing of it until the shuffles stop just outside my door and my door knob jiggles. My head snaps to the door as I sit up, ready to run for my bedroom. Then Chan bursts through my door, his eyes wild until he finds me. His brows raise in a slightly annoyed expression, his once excited posture now dropping.

“‘So much going on’, huh? Yeah, really seems like you’re busy these days.” He drops his bag by his shoes that he’s just taken off and casually strides halfway between me and the bedroom door my shoulders are leaning towards. He leans on the wall, crossing his arms as he sets his jaw and mouth in a tight line. “Care to explain?”

My shock that he had just showed up was quickly replaced by annoyance that he had in fact just showed up. 

“You can’t just walk in here-” He held up a hand before I could finish.

“You gave me that right when you gave me your spare key. Now why did you lie to me?”

I sat back into the couch facing away from him and crossing my own arms, knowing he was right. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything so we just existed in silence for as long as he could stand. 

“Okay, fine.” He left his place on the wall to sit on my coffee table in front of me, trapping me there unless I wanted to physically climb over him to run away from the eyes I knew could get me to do anything. The thought had occurred to me, what route I wanted to take when I eventually did run away from his gaze. My eyes roamed to every possible way I could go until he forced his finger under my chin, forcing me to look at him. The annoyance in his face was still present but his eyes only held concern now. “Why did you lie? Did you really not want me here?” I bit my bottom lip to stop the trembling I knew was coming. I shut my eyes and shook his finger out from underneath my chin. When I opened them again, the concern was replaced by pure sadness. 

“Just go home, Chris.” I stood, my stomach now directly in front of his face. He kept his eyes forward, now leaning his head against me.

“What did I do?” His voice cracked, breaking my resolve that much more. I looked to the ceiling, my lips trembling violently. 

“You didn’t do anything.” My voice was just as quiet as his, breaking in its own way. I finally climbed my legs out from between his and made a break for my room, knowing he’d follow me. I shut my door just in time to see him stop in the hallway, three feet from my door and with that sad look still painting his features. I turned to slide my back down the door and sat, curled up on the floor and trying to keep my sobs from coming out too loud. I felt the door thud, him doing the same as me. I heard his voice through breaks in my cries. 

“Are you trying to break up with me?” I shook my head, even though he couldn’t see me. 

“No.” I said quietly. I heard him sigh, his frustrations catching up to him.

“I can only ask so many times before I give up. I have my limits too.” I heard him get up after a long few minutes, his footsteps receding down my hallway. I never heard my front door close though, so I assumed he was still there but it was the ‘why’ I couldn’t put together. I crawled to the foot of my bed, not yet strong enough to climb onto it. I grabbed a random sweatshirt from the floor to act as a pillow to cry into. I didn’t know I had fallen asleep until the sound of snoring woke me out of a dazed half slumber. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a nose, followed by the rest of his face coming into sharper view as my vision focused. I wondered why he was still there, especially on the floor with me. 

As I unstuck my tongue from the roof of my mouth, I couldn’t help but notice the tears I had cried were causing the dryness that I was currently feeling there. My aching limbs were punishing me for trying to use them, rising from my place. I made sure not to wake up the sleeping boy next to me as I walked out to get some water from my kitchen. 

Leaning against the sink gave me the space I needed to think clearly about what had just happened.

 Do you want to break up with him? 

No. Plain and simple.

Then why are you pushing him away?

Because I’m getting too close.

No, that’s not it and you know it.

But I don’t know the actual reason.

Yes you do.

Now tell him before you lose him.

That annoying voice in my head was always right. I imagined it was that voice that stopped me from doing all of the stupid things my brain had wanted to do throughout the course of our entire relationship. I downed two glasses before I got the courage to retrace my steps back to my room. I found Chan sitting on the bed, back against the headboard. He eyed the glass of water I had brought with me for him. My feet padded against my rug to where he was, silently handing him the glass. He took it but didn’t drink. I sat down on the edge, giving myself and him the space to think. 

“Why did you stay?” I fiddled with the string of my hoodie, waiting for his answer. It was a full minute before he spoke. 

“I thought you would need me.” He said simply. “So I slept on the couch but it was so uncomfortable so I checked in here to see if you were asleep. Then I found you on the floor. You looked so sad, I couldn’t leave you like that. You had this deep frown that I couldn’t ignore so I laid down beside you and watched you sleep. I was wondering if I was the one who caused it when I drifted off too.” He took a sip of his water. I did the 180 spin to face him but not meet his eye. I picked a spot on my blanket to stare at. He took several deep breaths. 

“You can’t even look at me, can you?” My blanket was all I could see. It was the only stable thing I could focus on, a constant I could rely on to stay present in the conversation we were supposed to be having. But I wasn’t saying anything. Why am I not saying anything? I tried to move my mouth to speak but my tongue was glued to the roof of my mouth. I couldn’t move. 

“Why are you pushing me away? What did I do?” The pain in his voice caused me to finally meet his gaze, the familiar tears coming back. I could only make out those eyes, begging me to tell him the truth. That closed off space in my heart was begging to be let free, just waiting for someone with the right-shaped key. And that person was sitting right in front of me, imploring me to let him in. To let him see everything, every ugly thing I had ever said or done, every thought I had he wanted to know. The moments I paused, running every possible way that this could go wrong in my brain, gave him the impression that I was closing him out again. His shoulders sagged in defeat, the sad look in his eyes hadn’t left since he crashed through my door. He looked to the floor, unsure of what to say next. He shifted his weight to leave, leave me behind. Suddenly everything went in slow motion. The worst possible situation was happening in front of my eyes, every good thing I had known was grabbing his belongings to desert me like they all did. My breathing came quicker, panic fully setting in. No. Not this one. 

I grabbed his wrist before he got too far, forcing him to stop and turn back to me. 

“Please don’t go.” I whispered. “I don’t know who I am without you.” My voice was so low I could barely hear it myself. I still wonder how he heard what I said but he did. I know he did because he kneeled in front of me.

“Every relationship I have ever had, romantic or platonic, I’ve had to pretend to be people that I thought they would want to love. I wanted to be loved so badly that I would transform into different people to please them. I would like things I don’t, do things I never thought I would do in the worst way just to make people happy. I’ve done that my whole life. Except… when I met you. I found that when you were asking me things, the only answer I could give was the real one. You would ask me what I wanted to do and for the first time, I wasn’t secretly thinking ‘what do I think he wants to do?’ You never made me feel like I had to be someone else. I feel like I’ve never met myself until I started hanging around you. And that terrifies me.”

“But why? Why does that scare you?”

“I thought you would notice that and push me away. So I did it first.”

He sighed, his shoulders drooping as he rested his forehead on my knees. That’s when the shaking started, the vulnerability of this moment starting to take over.

“I’ve always been the one people depend on. I’m not used to having someone like that. I feel like I can’t breathe without you. And I’ve never felt that before. I’ve never needed anyone like I need you. All the time, everywhere.”

“Well, I don’t know if you know this, but I’m the same way. I have seven kids that I have to be strong for. That I have to be stable for. And you keep me stable. I have millions of people who rely on me because I bring them strength and comfort. I don’t know how, but I have to believe what they tell me. I feel like I put too much on your shoulders because I’m in this relationship with you. I know I can only be around so much and my attention has to be split between so many things. But you have been such a breath of refreshment every time. I can relax around you.  I don’t have to be anyone else with you. I don’t have to put on a mask or be a professional or someone else. You make me appreciate the simple things about myself. You remind me that I don’t have to be Bang Chan all the time. With you, I can be Chris.” He stood only enough to be eye level with me, bringing his hands to catch my tears from falling all the way down. “Sometimes I think I’m a little too obsessed with you. I feel like I crowd you too much. I know I can be very clingy but it's just because I can’t possibly be around you enough.”

 I chuckled through the remainder of the tears, simply for something else to do. 

“I never had to depend on anyone before you. I was the one people depended on.” 

“Even the dependable people need someone to lean on. The listeners need someone to listen to them.” The way he whispered it against my forehead sent a shiver down my body. “And now that we’ve established that, can we please sleep on something other than the floor? I know you’re exhausted.” I nodded, looking longingly at my pile of pillows, exhaustion taking over my limbs. I knew this conversation wasn’t over but for now, I just missed him too much. We both moved to our respective sides, his arms opening to invite me in. I let myself be pulled up into his chest, his warmth surrounding me as his chin rested on the top of my head. 

“I missed you.” He sighed, his breath tickling my hair on my neck. I had no more words left so I just did the only thing I knew could express my feelings at that moment. I just hugged him tighter. My last thoughts before I drifted off were the ones that had been going through my head since I met him.

 Please don’t leave me.

[cosmos-coma]

Metal’s Delicate Touch- Part 5

A/N: I was originally gonna stop after 4 parts which might be why this felt so hard to write (I also just hate confrontation) but You and Bucky needed to chat lol. Probably only one more chapter left!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Words: 2,120

Summary: You and Bucky are so happy to be reunited again, but its time to address the elephant in the room

Warnings: Language, Angst (yelling, verbal fighting) 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

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You were completely inseparable once Bucky found you. At any given moment you could either find Bucky’s hand in yours or just searching for a piece of you to hold.  Either way, you couldn’t be happier. 

Now that Bucky had settled and agreed to cooperate with the team things became a little easier. The two of you were still forced to stay within the tower while the copycat investigations made way, and someone on the team had to be around at all times, but you two were just happy to be together again.

“Hey, Y/n?” Bucky mused, glancing over in your direction. You two were spending a quiet afternoon catching up on some of your favorite movies. Your legs were slung over his lap and his hands gently ran themselves over your skin with a loving touch, appreciating the clarity now that the bruises were gone. 

“Yes, Buck?” 

“I just- well…” He frowned as he furrowed his brow, “It’s been almost a week since I arrived, and… we still haven't talked about when I left,” his voice seemed hesitant to bring up anything about that time, but he knew better. You’d have to talk at some point.

A sigh left you as you paused the movie and fully turned to face your soldier. You pulled one of your legs back towards your chest to hug it close and left your other extended into Bucky’s touch. “I wasn’t sure if you needed more time…” you spoke, your voice quieter now. 

You waited in silence as Bucky looked down at your leg before him, thinking about his words carefully as his metal thumb idly swirled over the knob of your ankle. He spent whole minutes not saying anything, and you were beginning to wonder if he was really still thinking about what to say or if he was just trying to stall. You were starting to think it was the latter.

“Why did you leave Bucky..?” you asked quietly when it became obvious that you’d have to be the one to start. “I thought we were doing so well…” Your voice came off soft and hurt no matter how you tried to even it out. 

And with that, he looked up. “We were! I mean, I hope we still are- But I….” You watched him run his hand down his face as he began to fumble. It looked like it took great strength as he spoke his next words, though was unable to look at you as he admitted, “I was… I was scared, Doll. I was so fucking scared...” It almost came out in a whisper. 

“These hands have taken so much away from the world,” his metal hand stilled as he watched his touch lift away from you, “Especially this one,” He sighed, but didn’t raise his head. “You gave me everything I didn’t think I could have, Doll. Everything I still don’t think I deserve. You loved me so easily, even after discovering the blood that covered these hands.” He said as you reached your hand out to lovingly graze his cheek, silent as you listened to his woes. 

“I swore the day I found you in that alley that I would keep you from harm until the day I lost breath and I fucked up. I fucked up so bad and I made you scream- god, I still hear it-” 

“That was an accident, Buck..” You finally interjected his rambling.

“But my leaving was not.” He quickly snapped back, misdirected anger distorting his expression. “I’m… sorry. But I still left… I did it on purpose and I got you hurt, Y/n. You were a wreck of discolored injuries and split lips because people were looking for me. I left you to get hurt and I failed to protect you, and-” he continued, on a roll of frustrated rambling. His fingers flexed subconsciously, his mind and body needing a release from the mountain of stress building up.

“Bucky, I don’t-” 

“DON’T… fucking interrupt me” He started to shout and ended with an almost seething tone as he caught himself.

Your whole body flinched and your eyes widened, blinking in surprise at his unusually aggressive tone. Fear must have crossed your eyes as he said it because his mouth immediately clamped shut, regret being the one to twist his expression now. 

Without another word, he brushed your leg off of his lap like it was nothing and walked away without looking back. “I’m sorry…” He mumbled as he turned the corner out of sight, taking much of the tension along with him. He had been attached at the hip with you all week and now he walked away as if you were nothing? He raised his voice, he snapped at you, and his tone… Gods, his tone….

You let out a sigh, covering your face with your hands as you worked through everything that just happened. You knew, logically, that he wasn’t mad at you, you knew that. Bucky was just angry at himself for failing you and was only growing more riled up the more you refused to see it that way. You loved Bucky beyond measure, but this whole situation was giving you a headache and it hadn’t even lasted a full 15 minutes. 

“I didn’t see or hear anything…” Sam commented from the kitchen, casually sipping from his mug as he looked over at you. 

“Hello, Sam…” Your groan came out muffled against your hands before you finally dragged them away and looked over at him. 

“You want me to go bring him back here?” 

“No, no… I-” you hesitated as you looked off towards the corner Bucky disappeared behind, “I honestly don’t want to talk to him right after that. Let him breathe and maybe he’ll be a little better later….” 

Sam nodded silently as he mulled over the situation before him. You liked Sam, he was a good friend to have around and you appreciated his dry humor and good nature. However, you never got as close to him as you had with some of the others. He had been away on an intensive mission when you first arrived and had only returned a few days ago. 

“Well… Nat and I were thinking about heading into town today. You wanna come with? Maybe take your mind off of all….” he offered as he motioned to the entire situation, “that.”

You tilted your head to the side as you considered.

“I thought we weren’t allowed outside the tower until all the copycats were caught?” 

“Well…” Sam made a face as he bobbed his head side to side in consideration, “really, we’re more worried about Bucky leaving and getting into trouble. Not you. Plus, you’ll have two team members with you so I can’t imagine anyone will argue.” 

The small smile on your face grew into something larger and you nodded enthusiastically. “I would like that... Thank you, Sam.” 

He shrugged and smiled with a demeanor so casual as if it was only a penny on the sidewalk he had offered you and not a much-needed escape for your body and mind. “It’s nothing... But we leave in 20 minutes, so I’d start getting ready now.” 

“I only need 15!” you shouted in excitement as you leaped from the couch and raced toward your room. 

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Bucky let his legs lead him to wherever they wanted, seemingly following the distant sound of soft thuds as his mind swirled with clouded thoughts. Why couldn’t you see how bad he is? Why couldn’t you admit that he should have been there? That he should have found you faster? that he-

His thoughts were interrupted as his feet lead him into the gym where Steve rhythmically jabbed the punching bag on the far wall.

Thud, thud, thump

Thud, thud, thump

Bucky’s reflection in the glass caught his attention as he went through another set of punches. His friend's whole expression looked irritable and ready to snap at any minute. His shoulders were squared and ready and his brows drew together in restless thought.

“Hey, Buck…” Steve said, pausing to turn to him while he got some water, “no offense, but you look like shit. Like really angry shit.  Steaming you could say,” Steve continued layering on, a thin, but amused smile playing on his expression. 

Bucky tried hard to stay upset but broke with a quiet snort of laughter and the vaguest hint of a smile. “You’re steaming shit…” He sighed, letting his shoulders fall slightly, “I… I snapped at, Y/n.”

Steve frowned and crossed his arms, “That… doesn’t sound like you.” An obvious thought passed over his face and he looked toward the door for your presence. “And I haven’t seen you two separated since you arrived,” concern started to worry away at Steve. It had admittedly been a long time since he saw Bucky, the clearly present and in control version anyways, but he could still tell that things were eating away at him. 

Steve watched him shift from side to side, a guilty look coating his demeanor as Steve observed out loud. “Well,” he nodded, “we can either talk it out or we can spar it out; your choice.” 

“.... I don’t wanna talk yet.” 

Steve nodded and led him over to the padded side of the gym. Steve was never silent in the old days- or at the very least he said too much and got himself in trouble- but now he was utterly quiet, happy to help Bucky in any way he chose. 

Bucky’s muscles flexed and loosened as they both pulled into a ready position. The full second of stillness felt almost oppressive before he lunged forward to make the first move. The pain from Steve’s blocks and hits felt satisfying as he knew they would leave fleeting bruises.

Steve pulled his punches, landing them softer than they would be in something life or death. He wasn’t stupid, and though he was still relearning how to read his lifelong friend he knew this was all about retribution. Every punch Steve landed because he stupidly left himself open- it was about punishing himself. But, It was his decision how to deal with it and if this is how he needed to work it out then Steve would be there to help.

And for a short while Bucky’s mind was comfortably empty, only the instinct of what to do next and the dull pain in his forearm from blocking Steve’s punches. The lingering tension in his muscles ebbed away as each of their endless stamina was tested and who got tired first was something neither wanted to admit. 

Bucky was the first to crack. 

“I Just…” he dropped his hands as he ceased, breathing heavily, “how have I not disappointed her already? How does she not see that she gets hurt because of me?” He finally let out, holding back something other than weariness from his words. 

“Because she loves you, Buck.” Steve tried to rationalize to him.

“I don’t deserve it,” all of his tiredness ebbed away into something far heavier. “It’s just going to waste with me, her love deserves to go somewhere better,” Bucky said, continuing to dig his mind's own grave as he lamented. 

“Well, you don’t really get to decide that, do you?” 

“... What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s not your affection…” Steve explained, “It’s up to her to decide what’s wasted or not, not you… and if that sounds harsh then, I guess that’s tough. You know I’m here with you Buck - to the end of the line, but- “ Steve shifted and crossed his arms, “well, to put it short- you’re being kind of stupid. I understand why you’re upset and that you feel like you’ve failed, and I would feel the same way. But you’re jumping to far-reaching things without hearing each other.

I think you two just need to listen. She might understand before you’ve made all your points and vice versa, but that’s just how you guys know each other.” Steve finally finished, hoping he had made enough sense to get his point across. 

Bucky frowned as he crossed his arms and took Steve’s words in stride, “... when the fuck did you get so smart, punk?” 

“Peggy helped beat me into shape,” Steve’s laugh broke the tension within the room, like the sun parting the dark clouds, “nowadays it’s mostly Natasha.”

A smile pulled at Bucky’s lips as he nodded a bit, “well… maybe they have a bit of a point. I’ll, um- maybe I’ll go find her in a bit. But a quick rematch first?”

Steve laughed a bit and breathed out a quick breath of relief, “Sure. I don’t mind beating you twice.”

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Whew wee...

Got some more chapters done and as always I hope y'all like them.

I'm convinced I like torturing myself trying to write these actions sequences...but it is what it is.

Enjoy!

P.s. I'm trying to make sure I'm getting the timeline right on this so if y'all notice a mistake please let me know lol

Your Words I Hold Forever Ch. 5

August 29th, 1968 2:38 pm

"Three Three, this is One Eight. I understand you have a bird inbound at your POS at this time..." A loud pulse of static...

"Bravo One Eight. Bravo One Eight be advised. Resupply helo is inbound at this time," a mechanical voice, barely audible, disrupted the smooth voice of Otis Redding's 'Dock on the Bay', coming from the portable am/fm radio. "Estimated arrival time - five minutes. Over."

Fez hated the sound of the AN/PRC 77 radio they used. High pitched and nothing but static. Not to mention the damn thing was always malfunctioning, the reason he currently found himself with Ethan, boxed in this furnace of a building...better known as T.A.C.A.N. They were finishing up some, albeit minor, but annoying, never ending repairs before it got too late in the day.

Fez reconnected the transceiver and shut the cover over the back of the radio - job done.

For the life of him, he couldn't figure out how Lieutenant Bursh could understand any of it, but he did. The gruff Onyx, Virginia native ran a hand through his sand colored hair with a humph of approval before fiddling with a few knobs on the control panel.

The one thing Fez had been able to catch though - resupply. Something they had desperately needed - weeks ago. Maybe there would be mail too. Hope made a home in Fez's chest at the thought of a letter from Lexi...or perhaps Ash or Kitty. Maybe even Rue.

"About damn time." Bursh muttered, standing up from his chair. Fez and Ethan followed suit and Bursh opened the large metal sliding door with a protesting screech. The trio quickly made their way out of the scorching building only to be hit by the sun and thick humidity.

"Thanks again fellas. Go get a quick break in. Some chow maybe."

"Appreciate that LT." It was too hot to eat, all fez wanted was water.

Bursh turned, yelled at some of the newbies milling around the 'mess hall' to get ready to receive and unload the helo, before making his way down the rough path to the LZ (landing zone).

Fez and Ethan made their own way in the opposite direction to the 'watering hole'. A chorus of rowdy voices and laughter could be heard as they closed in on the portable gazebo.

A young private, a kat they called Nickle, was being hassled about how to properly spell dear - not d.e.e.r.

"Man... she'll know what I mean," he retorted. "Shut the fuck up. You can't spell for shit nohow."

"Whatchu mean, I spelt that shit correctly," another young private, Dale, proudly from Mishawaka, Indiana countered. His attention focused on Fez and Ethan as they walked up to the gazebo. "Shit, E - tell'em."

"It's d.e.a.r, Nickle...but I'm still not convinced this honey you got isn't just a figment of your imagination."

"Ha!" Dale laughed loudly. "Yeah! You been out in this heat too long." He doubled over, slapping his knee as he continued to laugh.

Fez chuckled as he found a seat, followed by Ethan who found a seat next to Nickle.

"Come on now, let the kid have his fun," Fez scolded, not sounding one but serious.

"Hey, white boy!" The foursome turned their heads at the angry shout. Fez recognized the tall black man making his way towards them instantly and frowned slightly. McKay. "Bursh needs guys to help unload the helo and I'm volunteering you two," he said pointing to Dale and Nickle. "Come on assholes."

He didn't exactly like McKay. He could be a real prick sometimes, and all because he had been deployed a few months earlier than the rest of the platoon..shit...barely a month and a half earlier than Ethan and himself.

The kid liked to 'show out', quick to tussle over trivial things. Now Fez wasn't above putting someone in their place when called for but he didn't act a fool.

He felt like putting this fool in his place a few times if he was honest, but as much as he didn't like it there was a hierarchy you had to follow, and you really didn't want to piss off someone like Mckay.

McKay looked over at Fez and Ethan, an annoyance bleeding out through his dark eyes at their presence. Fez locked eyes with him, and he thought the 'tough guy' might say something. But he didn't, he just clapped his hands in a come-on gesture (it made Fez twitch a little), followed by another angry verbalization at Dale and Nickle.

"Man...you know what this feels like - hell," Dale muttered as he and Nickle got up and followed McKay back down the path to the LZ. Fez could see there were a few Humvees now parked a couple of feet away from where the helo would land.

Fez watched as the men walked over to a smaller gazebo situated next to a larger structure similar to the tacan, that served as a small infirmary and storage for the bases supplies. His eyes landed on another tall figure leaning on one of the supports just inside. Nate Jacobs. Another real winner.

He had a bad feeling about him the moment his platoon joined theirs in Ashau valley out of Da Nang, and unfortunately the platoon would be stuck with him for a little while yet. Just peachy.

Fez had dealt with plenty of kats like this, and they were no good. Men like him were the reason he had good instincts. In his line of 'work' you had to be able to pick out the bad seeds and know how to handle them - or else they could ruin your day real quick.

"Real glad I'm not them right now," Ethan muttered.

"It's only been a little over a week...it'll only get worse," Fez replied. "Wait till they do point for the first time."

"Man...," Ethan whistled, "I hate that shit...hardest thing I've done so far...fucking point."

"I've done it twice this week." Fez said stretching out his legs with a grunt.

"Make that three times for me," Ethan replied. "I don't know what the fuck I'm doing - a gook could be three feet in front of me, and I wouldn't even know it. Fuck...I'm so tired."

Fez felt for Ethan. He was scrawny, the kind of scrawny a strong wind could blow over...if the wind ever fucking blew in this place. But he could pull his own and he was dependable.

Fez swiped a large hand over his face as he felt the bead a sweat trickle down his forehead. This heat was unrelenting.

Ethan's eyes widened and he suddenly shot up out of his chair. "Hey! Hey lady - stop!"

Fez stood as well and traced Ethan's gaze. A petite Vietnamese woman was walking by them, a somewhat hefty brown bag held in her small hands.

She wore a traditional áo ngũ thân dress Fez noticed, at least he thought that's what it was called. It was beautiful. For a split second he allowed himself to wonder where or if he could get one for Lexi.

Her features were delicate, and extremely youthful; typical of the people here and it still kinda caught him off guard that these people were considered the enemy.

The woman startled at the sound of Ethan's voice and turned to face them... probably not as young as he initially thought, but now...she reminded Fez of a little girl getting caught doing something she shouldn't.

More than likely she was scheduled to be at the base to cook, help with laundry, but the nerves in his fingers were humming. This wouldn't be the first time a civilian was sent to emobalize the 'enemy'.

"Stop there!" Fez's voice came out harsh and the woman glued herself to the spot, eyes wide...fixed on the two of them.

Fez pointed to the bag she was carrying, "What's in the bag?" The woman looked at where he was pointing, understood what he meant, and gave a nod.

She answered in broken English, "cut hair" miming the action with her pointer and index finger.

"Alright-den. You need to speak with the LT." Fez motioned for her to come over and stand next to where he was. With another nod she hesitantly made her way over and stood between him and Ethan. "He's busy right now, but I'll take you to the living quarters." Fez pointed to his chest, then in the direction of the living quarters, a large grey structure the men nicknamed the 'bunk house".

"I'll also need to -"

The woman coward suddenly, stopping his monologue, but she wasn't looking at him...or Ethan. Shit.

"Well, who do we have here?"

Fez sighed. The woman turned her attention back to Fez, a quick flick of her eyes, before focusing her attention back on the new arrival. Nate. McKay followed close behind him, eyes trained on the bag the woman carried.

"What she got in the bag," he asked.

"She's here to cut hair man." Fez turned to Nate and McKay. "I was about to ask for her papers before taking her to the bunk."

"What did he ask, O'Neil?" Nate barely glanced at Fez as he spoke.

"She's been here before," Ethan spoke confidently, though Fez was pretty sure he was bluffing. "We'll still check her, like always man."

Nate stepped towards the woman, he was at least a foot taller than she was. He had a strange look on his face as he gazed down at her. A sinister calm masked underneath his features.

"Or, I could just do it..." His eyes darkened like a shark that's caught the scent of blood. "You don't have anything hidden in your bag right...nothing that goes boom?"

The woman visibly shivered as she shook her head. The corners of Nate's lips curved slightly.

"you wouldn't lie right?" He stepped closer and she reflexively took a step back from him.

"No lie - no lie." She shook her head again squeezing the handle of the bag so hard her knuckles looked almost transparent.

"I don't know...I'm thinking the bag is too obvious." He took another step closer, the woman tried to back away further but her lower back hit a table that was set against the wall of the gazebo. "What do you think O'Neil? Maybe we should make sure she doesn't have anything on her...person"

"I think she's just here to cut hair, man." Fez shuffled on his feet, slightly placing his body in between Nate and the woman...just enough. "No need for all that."

"Yeah..." Nate looked down a little. Fez thought he might be relenting somewhat, when he suddenly produced a large knife from his belt and pointed it at the woman causing her to jump back. A whimper escaped her lips as Nate moved towards her and tucked the sharp tip of the knife under her chin, before slowly dragging it down to her small chest.

"What the fuck - what the fuck are you doing?" Ethan stuttered out. "That ain't necessary, come on man."

"Nate - they said they were gonna check her." McKay started to reach his hand out towards Nate, but retracted it a second later, rethinking his decision to intervene.

The woman began to cry as Nate slid the knife in between the small opening between the buttons of her dress. He popped the first button off with a quick flick of his wrist.

"I think, " he went down to the next button "she's lying and she's gonna show me what she's hiding" Flick. The second button flew to the ground and the woman let out a stifled sob.

"No lie!" She let the bag drop to the ground, a flurry of Vietnamese spilling from her mouth. She looked to Fez again, pleading. Nate grabbed her face hard, forcing her to face him and she cried out. She grabbed at his hand trying to pry it away but to no avail.

"Shut the fuck up with that gook gibberish" Nate spoke dangerously. "Why are you looking to him - he's not gonna be able to help you."

"Nate, chill. Bursh is looking this way."

"I don't give a fuck." Nate growled at McKay. He was zeroed in on Fez - pushing - daring him to do something.

"Yo...I said she's good." Fez spoke slowly "And I'm not gonna tell you again, so you better think before you do somethin stupid."

"Is that a threat?"

"Nah...I'm just tellin you," Fez replied cooly.

"Or what?" Nate challenged. "Let's get this straight, you're a fucking drop out retard, a pussy...just like the rest of these fucks. And what...you trying to be some kind of knight in shining armor now? You know how many of these bitches" he shook the woman's face for emphasis "have played this little game...even little kids. Who gives a fuck what happens to them now." Nate chuckled. "I'll kill this gook cunt in front of you." He leered at the woman "Be a shame actually - she's cute..." A malicious smile slowly formed "Maybe I'll just knock out her teeth and have her suck me off - what?" He glared at Fez. "You don't like that idea? You some kinda fagott? You gonna do something - do it." Nate let out a huff through his nose. "You know what, you don't have the balls."

"Yeah...I wouldn't worry about that playboy."

Fez wasn't for sure if anyone had actually seen him grab the large mack torch from the side of his belt, didn't have time to worry about that. He had to act. A loud crunch sounded as he cracked it over the side of Nate's head and he hit the ground hard.

Fez tossed the torch aside and was on Nate in an instant, hand raised above his head in a fist. He brought his fist down one, two, three, four times, grabbed the collar of Nate's shirt before landing several more blows.

A second dragged by before the others registered what was going on. The woman let out a scream.

"Oh fuck! Fezco stop!" Ethan yelled

"Get off him - get off of him, man! Fuck! Stop, fucking stop!" McKay got to Fez before Ethan and tried to grab Fez by the shoulders. Fez shrugged him off easily and landed a brutal blow to Nate's nose.

"Chill, chill" McKay tried again and this time got a hold of Fez, successfully getting him off Nate. Ethan stepped in hauling him to his feet. "Come on, just stop." He shoved fez hard when he tried to go back and then another till he stopped.

"what the hell is wrong with you?! You could've killed him!" McKay yelled as Fez made his way over to the woman. She had been knocked to the ground at some point during the fight and was lying with her hands over her head. Fez lightly grazed her shoulder and she jerked away. Fez placed his hands on her shoulders again, more firmly.

"...it's okay," he whispered. Her shoulders shook underneath his fingers.

"What the fuck is going on over here" Bursh yelled as he rushed through the entrance to see McKay kneeling over Nate, and Ethan helping Fez get the girl to her feet. "Get her the fuck out of here Lewis and go get Collins. Right fucking now," He yelled at a small, blonde man who had been right behind him. Sargent Lewis nodded and hastily ran out of the gazebo. "You stay here with him." Bursh told McKay. His steel colored eyes then blazed over to Fez. "O'Neil, your speckled ginger ass is coming with me."

* * * * * * * * * *

Major Larsonn, a tall man with salt and pepper hair, sighed as he sized Fez up from his chair. " Listen son, I'm not gonna beat around the fucking bush here...you could've gotten into some serious trouble over this bullshit - still might, but at the moment you're getting off light. Point - eight days - starting two-zero hundred tomorrow - that's it." Larsonn enunciated the last bit, securing its finality. "Lt. Bursh and that private McKay, corroborated your story, so for now you're not gonna be court marshalled." He let his head tilt in a show of displeasure. "As far as Jacobs goes - I'd be lying if I said I didn't have my eye on that mother fucker the moment he set foot here. I would gladly see him sent out, but considering he didn't actually hurt that woman my hands are tied. So he'll be getting eight days as well as soon as he's back on his feet".

Fez remained quiet, honestly a little stunned at what he was hearing.

"We got bad apples like him all over the army, military...that's not gonna change neither." Larsonn continued. "Just you watch your back...men like him...he's dangerous."

Fez gave a single nod. "Thank you, sir. I will."

"well...I ain't got nothing else to say to your sorry ass - you're dismissed private."

"Yes sir". Fez gave a salute and turned to leave the small makeshift office. He was tired and his hands fucking throbbed and he wanted nothing more than to fall into his bunk.

Something crawled from the back of his mind, leaving a trail of something unsavory through the sulci of his brain, contaminating his thoughts...

"Sir..." Fez turned his head "can I ask you something?"

"Son?"

"Has he done anything like that before?"

Larsonn sighed, something flashing in his eyes. "It wouldn't surprise me...but when you got money and connections you can make a lot of things... disappear."

Fez looked down to the floor, no need for further explanation. He made his way out of the majors office and headed back to the bunk house. That unsavory thing made its way to his chest and crawled its way into his stomach...its contents churned and twisted his insides.

Nate Jacobs was dangerous...

* * * * * * * * * * *

Ethan looked up expectantly from the book he was reading as Fez entered the room. "How much trouble are you in," he asked shutting the book and placing it beside him.

Some of the other platoon mates looked towards Fez as well with curious glances but he ignored them.

"Point for eight days straight starting tomorrow." He shrugged out of the muted moss colored shirt he was wearing and sat on the bunk next to Ethan's.

"Shit, that's it? How the hell you get off that easy?"

"McKay and Bursh told Larsonn what went down. Nate was out of line. They checked the girls papers and bag too - she was legit"

"And Jacobs?"

"Same...starting when he gets out of the infirmary." Fez leaned back against the wall at the head of his bed, propping one arm behind his head along with the too flat pillow.

"Shit...this whole thing is fucked." Ethan said flopping back onto his own pillow.

"Five more months man...just gotta make it five more months." Fez whispered.

He imagined what it would be like to see his family, and Lexi when he got back. 'When', because if he was honest he couldn't stomach thinking about the other scenario.

He imagined what it would be like to be back in East Highland.

The first thing he wanted to do was take Lexi to Nino's cafe and maybe a movie...he wanted to feel her...her hair in his hands...her skin.

He missed home and he could have ruined his chances of getting back there this evening, but it was as if someone was truly looking out for him.

Suddenly an image of Lexi as the praying Mary Magdalen filled his mind and he smiled. He imagined the things she would pray for...what she would actually say. Imagined there would be a few choice words slung the 'big guy's' way and Fez almost let out a chuckle picturing Lexi telling God off.

She would do it too, his fierce, sweet, beautiful girl.

[deathbyseventeen]

As the World Caves In

pairing: Dino/Chan x f!reader

genre: post-apocalyptic, romance/fluff, angst | zombie!au

word count: ≅7.0k

series: To be Together

chapter warnings: allusions & talk death, weapons (the knifebrella), and violence (defending self from zombies)

summary: The world ended on a Tuesday in November, days after Halloween, when the sun was less than an hour away from setting. Chan had just left his dorm’s building, late to his History of Dance 136A lecture, when it happened. You hadn’t been as lucky on the day the world began to crumble.

a/n: hello again :) take a chance on this fic, maybe? spicier times ahead (not actually lol) oh boy.. oh boy oh boy oh boy

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27 Days Since the End

The two of you hid, backs pressed tightly against the door, in a conference room Chan had been lucky enough to find unlocked and unoccupied after running through the student courtyard, pursued by a horde of undead that was continuously increasing.

Chan had flipped the deadbolt on the door before sliding down next to you. He breathed heavily under the scarf and mask he was wearing, his throat burned, and even though he knew he needed to cough, all that came out were choked grunts.

You squeezed his hand and your eyes at the groans on the other side of the door and the thumps that accompanied them. They wouldn’t end not for a couple of hours, long after the two of you had fled.

But, when his coughs continued to come out choked, you forced them open. “Take off your mask,” you struggled to get out yourself. 

Chan didn’t understand why he hadn’t thought of that in the first place. He was thankful, though, that you had while the fear inside him grew. 

He couldn’t breathe. (He could.) He couldn’t breathe. (He was.)

Then his scarf and mask were off, and you held out a bottle of water for him to take.

His throat was irritated, even after he’d drunk half the bottle, but at least he could cough now. 

“Here,” you whispered to him after a particularly rough one. “I found some in your backpack when we were packing.” 

A cough drop.

He smiled. “Thanks.”

“Chan,” you whispered again minutes later, “What are we going to do? We can’t stay here forever.”

He took hold of your hand again and gave it a squeeze. “There’s another exit somewhere. I didn’t see it when we came in, but all the conference rooms have a second exit.”

“What if there are more of them there?” 

He was silent, then, “We’ve got to check, at the very least.” 

Twenty minutes later, your hand gripped the knob of the back door that had been hidden behind a blackening curtain. Chan stared at you, eyes having adjusted to the darkness, from across the room. His fingers bent over the deadbolt on the door, and he gulped before he nodded to you. 

“For someone else,” he’d whispered to you. 

In the silence, the click of the deadbolt echoed like the beat of a drum at the end of an orchestral piece. Then Chan ran, and his muffled footsteps fell on deaf ears as blood rushed into yours. A chill ran down your body as your eyes locked onto Chan’s wide ones.

“If there is anyone else,” you had agreed. 

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Lothlórien. Lothlórien. Lothlórien.

Chan could have shouted in joy when you pointed out your dorm’s building to him, were it not for his burning throat and the zombies the two of you were both still managing to avoid. It was taller than all the other residency buildings around it and all the other buildings Chan had seen on campus. It had sparkled in the sunlight. 

Now, he knew it had been a mirage, hope luring him into a false sense of security.

He screamed now.

“Don’t stop! Keep going!” 

Chan didn’t know how long he’d been running, how long he’d truly been running. The running the two of you had been doing on your way here couldn’t be considered the same activity.

“Go!” He yelled to you as two zombies from the horde pursuing the two of you broke off from the rest and charged forward as if they’d been given a boost. He bared his teeth in a growl under his mask as he opened his knifebrella to push them back.

He managed to take a couple of steps back before the two recovered and rushed toward him again. 

Chan pulled his umbrella shut, and like the prop cane he’d used in a recital once, he twirled it around to the knife end. Without thinking much about it, he drove it into one, pulled it out with all the strength he could muster, and moved on to the next one.

Then he ran and continued to swing his umbrella against the undead you’d knocked away but were quickly recovering. A cold wave of fear flushed down his spine when he turned the corner to reach the next set of stairs, and, out of the corner of his eyes, a zombie fell from the sky next to him.

The groans of the undead echoed through the tightly encompassed staircase. Still, above it all, he could hear your cries as he raced on.

Above him, on the thirteenth floor, you smacked a zombie with a makeshift shield Chan had made for you. You cried as you held out the backrest of a dining chair in front of you, gripping the handles Chan had hammered into it until your fingers felt stiff around it. As if the setback you’d suffered hours before because of the noise Chan was making building you a shield hadn’t been enough to give you jelly legs the entire time.

Two zombies blocked your path up to the fourteenth floor. Eyes glazed over into a cloudy white, skin grayed, and half their hair missing like a doll with half its hair ripped out. It took you a minute to fall into a horrible realization.

“Chan!” You cried. “I can’t! I can’t!”

Your neighbors limped forward, ankles bent into awkward angels. Clicking groans slipped past their lips, and when one lurched forward, hand outstretched, you cried and lifted your shield to block them.

“I can’t! I can’t! I can’t!” You cried.

You hid behind your shield, walking backward until your back hit the wall. The knife you hid in your boots lay long forgotten.

“Y/N!” Chan yelled as he reached the landing you were on.

The zombie closest to you lurched forward again, only this time it focused on him. 

Chan nodded to himself, then fixed his grip on the knifebrella. The zombie had only taken a couple more steps forward when Chan rushed it. He opened the umbrella and, using the thick ferrule, pushed it backward, hitting it repeatedly until it stumbled onto the other and it struggled against the wall. 

“Go!”

“I can’t! I can't! I can't! I can't!” 

“Just run! Don’t look at them! Run!” 

The pair of undead jostled forward against his open umbrella before you listened to him and took off running. He pushed against the pair one last time before pivoting on his heels and following after you.

“Chan!” You yelled from the floor above him, leaning over the railing and pointing at him. 

No. Distracted by the pair of zombies that had been on you, Chan failed to take in the rest of his surroundings. The amount of time it had taken for you to move had been enough for the zombies he’d left behind to catch up to him. 

You were pointing behind him.

His head turned to take a quick glance behind him, but it was too late. The two zombies at the front of the hoard reached for him as they grew nearer, and, by the time Chan caught a glance of them out of the corner of his eyes as he turned, they had already grabbed the back of his shirt.

He stumbled as they pulled him, and he twisted around, screaming as he fell.

You screamed.

The undead were quick to reach for Chan, and your neighbors fast to recover and join the two at the front.

Chan floundered for his knifebrella, and as he did, the pair in front of him lurched forward. Their skinned, bony fingers wrapped around his ankles, pressing into his jean-clad legs like razor-sharp needles. Chan screamed, almost dropping the knifebrella at the sensation. He tried to shake from their grip. It didn’t work.

The pair bent forward, intent clear as their jaws split apart.

Chan struggled, twisting to and fro until, in his increasing panic, he kicked and hit both of the zombies on their jaws. A second of unbridled relief as they let go of his legs, then he raced to open his umbrella. The other two zombies had reached him, and the rest were only a couple steps away from joining them.

“Chan, run! Run!”

The canopy of his umbrella hit your neighbors’ faces, and they stumbled backward. The other two recovered and latched onto Chan’s leg again. He kicked them, then stumbled onto his feet. He closed his umbrella as quickly as he could. Then as the horde became one ran up the stairs to join you. 

“Go! Go!” He screamed as he grabbed you by the arm and pulled you as he ran.

How much longer? How much longer until the two of you reached the fifteenth floor? Every step he took felt like an eternity. Is this what it felt like to walk through a desert without knowing when you’d reach civilization again? 

He burned, and it felt like it would never end.

“Here!” You yelled suddenly, fumbling with the zipper of your duffle bag.

Sweat ran down Chan’s face as he waited for you to find the key to the floor’s door, watching as the horde pushed forward relentlessly. Only a couple ever fell over the railings or onto the floor, getting trampled by the others.

“Hurry,” he struggled to choke out.

“I got it!” You pushed the key into the lock and, a moment later, opened the door. 

Chan meant to stop you from going through first, but before he could find the energy to force the words out, you had already rushed through the door, stopping once inside to hold it for him. He shook himself out of his stupor in an instant and shook his head as the door clanged shut behind him.

He breathed heavily as he scolded you. “You shouldn’t have rushed inside. What if there had been more inside.”

You apologized, eyes rimmed red from crying. 

His concerns, though valid, were for naught, he soon realized, as he noticed the entire floor was empty. He glanced at you, and you pointed to the only door on the left side of the hall. 

Chan nodded and, without uttering a single word, motioned for you to follow behind him. You gave him the key as he passed you. Nothing happened. No one else was on the floor, your neighbors, your only neighbors, had already joined the undead.

He pressed an ear against the door, and when he heard nothing, he knocked. 

No response.

He held his breath as he unlocked the door. The knob felt slippery under his palm, and it slipped out of his hand twice before he had a strong enough grip around it to turn it. 

He pushed it open. “Hello? Is there anyone here?” 

Silence. “I thought--” he coughed, then continued, voice hoarse-- “I thought you said you had a roommate.”

“I do.”

He nodded and walked inside. You followed him, closing the door behind you though you felt it was safer to leave it open. Chan moved through the loft-like dorm quickly, flinging doors open, and when he was satisfied, returned to the living room. 

“There isn’t—” he struggled to say. His voice, apart from being hoarse, was growing quieter and thinner. “Isn’t anyone here.” 

Your eyes darted around the room, searching for clues about your roommate, when Chan started coughing uncontrollably. He wheezed in the impossibly short breaks between coughs as he tried to catch his breath. His knees gave way, and sooner than you could hold out an arm to help steady him, he kneeled on the ground clutching a hand to his chest.

“Chan,” you gasped. 

You knelt next to him as he sank even further, pressing his face against the carpeted floor. That’s when you noticed the growing stain on his legs. You shuddered before you reached for his leg, pushing him onto his side so you could see his legs clearly.

The lower half of his jean-clad leg was ripped into shreds, held together if only by the undisturbed hem. Following the paths of the shredded denim, both long and short scratches bled and seeped through what was left of his pant leg.

“Oh no,” you whimpered, tears starting to stream down your face again.

“What do I--What do I--” you sobbed behind your hand-- “I need--I need a first aid kit.” 

You stood on shaky legs and ran to your bedroom on the left side of the dorm. You shot straight for the bathroom. Luckily it was to your immediate left when you entered your room and rummaged through the cupboards looking for the first aid kit.

After you’d found it and rushed back to Chan, you found him sitting up. His coughing fit had lessened, though now his face was red, and sweat ran down his temples.

He stared at his injured leg blankly, and it wasn’t until you kneeled in front of him and reached for his leg that he came to. 

“No, don’t.” It came out as a whisper, though it sounded much louder to himself. 

“Chan, I—” you cried— “I have to.” 

“No.” He shook his head. “There’s no point.” 

“No.” 

“You’re going to have to kill me.”

“I can’t!” You sobbed. “I can’t! I can’t! I won’t!” 

“You have to. I’m—they did this.” Another coughing fit, though it ended quickly. “I might be turning. I probably am. You have to.”

“I can’t,” you cried, “Please, just let me stop the bleeding. T-take off your mask and drink some water.”

He shook his head again, “No. It’s better this way.”

“Chan, please.”

His arms trembled, and just as they gave out, you caught him. He shuddered, and you realized that apart from sweating, his face had also paled significantly. 

“You have,” he mumbled slowly, “to let me go. Kill me.” 

You shook your head, “I can’t.” 

He was silent for a moment, though it felt like hours to you, then, “Do you have rope?” 

“My roommate did.” 

“Then—” his head lolled on your shoulder. 

“Chan?” 

“Tie me to something. And give me my phone. Please.”

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You lay across the couch hours later, back completely against the bottom cushions, staring at the ceiling without end. There was a buzz in your ears, and no matter how much you tried, you couldn’t fall asleep. Maybe it was insomnia, or maybe you just couldn’t help staying awake. You were listening. No matter how much you tried to focus on everything else, you could not stop listening.

The afternoon had disappeared without much notice. You’d helped (practically dragged)  Chan to your roommate’s room. Her bed had posts, and after finding the rope, you’d tied his arms and feet to them, leaving only his right arm free for the moment.

Chan had unceremoniously dumped his bag on the floor next to the bed when you’d set him down. You rummaged through it, through the food and the clothes he’d packed until you found it. He’d placed his phone inside a baggie, then hidden it inside a pair of folded pants.

You’d given him the phone, and while he was distracted, you’d gone to work on his leg.

You could still picture him, feel the way he protested your care. Eventually, he relented, struggling with his legs tied to the posts sapped his energy quicker than he wanted, and with the little he had left, he focused on his phone. When he was done, you had to finish tying his arms. The sun had long gone down by then, though it was only when you left the bedroom, the door clicking shut, and Chan choking out a goodbye, that you noticed how dark it had gotten. 

It was the same type of darkness you stewed in now, not one of early nightfall but of the dead. Empty and still.

You had tried turning on the lights at first, but that had only made everything feel suffocating and taunting.

You didn’t dare check what time it was. You only wanted to sleep. You only wanted to forget. 

Perhaps, you thought, you should be thankful you had yet to hear a peep from Chan’s room-- your roommate’s room. Your rich roommate that, at the beginning of the semester, had demanded her room be soundproof. You wouldn’t know what state Chan was in unless you went to go look yourself.

You really wished the buzzing in your ears would lull you to sleep. If you were lucky, everything would have only been a nightmare. But it didn’t, and if the buzzing wouldn’t stop, then it was only maddening. 

You ran a hand down your face in exasperation, then pressed them against your ears. It stopped. Releasing a sigh, you let your hands drop from your ears, and you heard the buzzing again.

Buzz. Buzz. Pause. Buzz. Pause. Buzz. 

You sat up, head swiveling in all directions as you tried to figure out where the noise was coming from. When you couldn’t figure it out, you stood up and made your way through the living room. Fear ran up your spine when the buzzing grew stronger the closer you got to Chan’s room. 

Then you saw it, and your heart jumped into your throat. It stopped buzzing, and after a pause, it buzzed again, and you realized what you were looking at. 

Chan’s phone lay face upward, peeking through the gap from the open zipper of his duffle bag.

You reached for it, silencing it once you ran your finger down the notifications. No other notifications came in afterward, and the room plunged into silence again. You clutched it in your hand as you made your way back to the couch. You’d only just sat down when it buzzed again.

A new message. 

Was it his family or his friends? Had he given them his goodbyes?

It was certain that a lot of people hadn’t been able to say their goodbyes to the people they cared for when everything went down. Would you have to tell Chan’s? 

You paused, thumb hovering over the stack of messages, wondering if you would even be able to unlock his phone. Then you slid your thumb across the topmost one and watched as it unlocked without an issue. A barrage of messages flew across the screen. 

You hesitated to scroll through them until you found the first one, then decided against it. Instead, you read the ones that were already on the screen.

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- Today 02:32am - 

Cheol WE CANT [2:32AM]

Jeonghan FUCK SEUNGCHEOL WE HAVE TO GO THERES NO OTHER OPTION HERE [2:32am]

Jeonghan DONT YOU EVEN CARE [2:32AM]

Cheol ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO ACCUSE ME OF THAT [2:33am]

Cheol NEITHER OF US HAVE A CAR JEONGHAN IT WOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE TO GET THERE BY FOOT [2:33am]

Cheol DO YOU REALIZE HOW LONG IT WOULD TAKE US TO GET THERE?! [2:34am] 

Jeonghan THAT DOESNT MATTER WE HAVE TO GO WE HAVE TO FIND HIM [2:34am]

Cheol Don’t you understand Jeonghan? It’s been hours. If Chan was bit, he’s turned by now. He’s dead. Even if we looked for him, we wouldn’t be able to find him. [2:35am]

Jeonghan HES HERE  YOU’RE OKAY [2:40am]

Cheol CHAN YOU ASSHOLE [2:40am]

It’s then that you decide to answer.

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Chan I’m not Chan. I’m sorry. [2:42am]

Chan I’m Y/N. I heard the phone buzzing nonstop and realized Chan may still have family alive. I was going to tell them, you, what happened. But I guess you already know. I’m really sorry. [2:43am]

Seungkwan You’re that girl he saved [2:44am]

Jeonghan WHAT HAPPENED?! JUST GIVE US THE ADDRESS OF CHAN’S BUILDING [2:48am]

Jeonghan How’s Chan? [2:44am]

Cheol Could you tell us where you are? Chan didn’t say [2:44am]

Jeonghan If it’s more convenient, you could just share your location [2:45am]

Chan I don’t think there’s much of a point in telling you where we are. Chan’s gone. [2:47am]

Cheol So it’s true then? He’s one of them? [2:48am]

Your fingers stalled over the screen as you reread Jeonghan’s last message. What happened? He’d gotten hurt saving you again. You answered them, telling them where the two of you were first. Then noticed the message’s progress bar was stuck at fifty percent. The screen blackened as you waited. Sighing, you decided to rummage through Chan’s bag to find his phone’s charger. 

When you found it, you plugged it into the outlet on the wall behind the tv and sat down on the floor next to it. Half an hour had passed in utter silence. You’d folded your arms over a corner of the tv’s  stand and burrowed your head in it, when it was broken. Chan’s phone buzzed in quick succession, incoming messages blinding you as the home screen turned on. 

You opened it as quickly as you could, noting how your message rested underneath all of the others. 

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Jeonghan Hello? Hello? [2:52am]

Seungkwan Did she leave? [2:53am]

Cheol I think she left. [2:53am]

Seungkwan SHE LEFT [2:54am]

Seungkwan Why would she leave? We weren’t being too pushy were we? What do we do now? [2:55am]

Seungkwan Maybe we should call? [2:55am]

Jeonghan You’re right we should [2:56am]

Cheol Are you kidding me? We can’t call. What if we get her killed? [2:56am]

Jeonghan Chan probably left the phone on vibrate though [2:57am]

Cheol Let’s just wait. If she doesn’t come back, then we call [2:57am]

Cheol Okay? [2:57am]

Seungkwan I guess [2:58am]

Jeonghan Fine. We’ll wait. [2:58am]

Chan We’re in my dorm, in the Lothlórien dormitory building of the university, not his. Chan was getting sick and the power was starting to fail. I have medicine here and my roommate had a new power generator independent of the university ones, and a satellite phone. I volunteered my dorm but it’s all the way on the other side of campus from where his is. We ran into a lot of problems the moment we stepped out and it practically took us the entire day to get here. I didn’t think there would be many zombies on the emergency staircase, but there were and that’s where it happened. We were almost there. It was my fault. We were almost there when I choked. He saved me and then he stayed behind to fight off the zombies that were getting closer. It happened so fast I don’t know if he tripped or what but they were on him, and when we got to my dorm, he had blood running down his leg.  [3:22am]

Chan I’m really sorry. I cleaned the wounds but that wasn’t going to stop his turning. He asked me to tie him to the bed posts. So that’s what I did. [3:22am]

Seungkwan He asked you to do WHAT [3:22am]

Chan I’m really sorry. I swear I didn’t leave, the cell signal comes and goes now. It’s one of the reasons we decided to come here. [3:23am]

Jeonghan The university has power generators for a reason [3:23am]

Chan I know. But they’re old and they took a long time to come on. We don’t even know how many things were left on, and those will end up sucking the juice out of it too. Chan didn’t even have medicine in his dorm. We had to do this. [3:25am]

After sending your message, you stared at the bubble unblinkingly. The bright light stung your eyes, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to look away. It dimmed, eventually, and once it had completely shut off, tears built at the rim of your eyes. You huffed at the sensation, sniffing as you rubbed them. 

Ten minutes had passed when Chan’s phone buzzed again.

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Cheol You don’t need to keep justifying yourself. [3:26am] 

Seungkwan So that’s it then? Chan’s dead [3:27am]

Minghao I’m sorry to say this. But, if he was bleeding that bad, he would have needed actual medical attention. [3:29am]

Seungkwan Really, Minghao? [3:29am]

Jeonghan Hello? [3:29am]

Minghao I’m only stating the facts. For all we know, Chan didn’t turn into a zombie. He just died of blood loss. [3:30am]

Jeonghan Hello?? [3:30am]

Chan Sorry. The signal disappeared again. [3:37am]

Jeonghan You said one of the reasons Chan and you agreed to move to your dorm was a satellite phone. Why? [3:39am]

Chan My roommate had one. She used to show it off, the phone that didn’t rely on towers for signal but a satellite in space [3:41am]

Jeonghan You found it then? [3:41am]

Chan Not exactly [3:42am]

Jeonghan Then find it so you can finish telling us what happened to Chan [3:43am]

Cheol Jeonghan… [3:43am]

Jeonghan We can still go to him. See that he’s dead with our own eyes [3:45am]

You swallowed at the texts. The phone buzzed again as another message came in, but instead of looking at the new text, you glanced at your roommate’s door. Tears pooled in your eyes again. 

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Jeonghan Find that phone [3:46am]

Chan I can’t [3:48am]

Jeonghan Why not? [3:48am]

Chan It’s in the same room as Chan [3:49am]

Seungkwan Minghao had a point. I don’t understand why everyone is ignoring it. [3:50am]

Seungkwan When’s the last time you checked on Chan? He may not even be a zombie [3:51am]

Chan’s ‘goodbye’ as you closed the door echoed inside of you. 

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Chan I haven’t. When I was leaving, Chan asked me to shut the door. He didn’t want me to see him turn [3:53am]

Seungkwan Disobey him then. Go inside, find the satellite phone, take a picture and send it to us. [3:55am]

Chan I can’t [3:55am]

Seungkwan You have to [3:56am]

Seungkwan You said you tied him to the bed. Even if he turned, he won’t be able to go near you. [3:57am]

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Tears slipped down your cheeks without end. You’d been staring at your roommate’s door for an eternity. Your sobs were silent, and your breathing was practically nonexistent. You didn’t know if it was the blood rushing up to your face or a void that had suddenly come into existence, but you couldn’t hear anything. 

Was Chan dead or dead?

How were you supposed to find the satellite phone with Chan in the room either dead or wanting to kill you?

You had to, though. Your hand curled around the door’s knob. You had to do this for Chan’s friends. For Chan.

Wiping the tears off your face with your other hand, you took a deep breath, turned the knob, and took a step inside.

Darkness shrouded everything inside, save for a sliver of moonlight that slipped past the window’s curtains. That sliver stretched itself across the room until it came to a rest on Chan’s profile. But even that wasn’t enough to reveal to you his fate.

Your options were clear.

“Chan?” You whispered, eyes straining to see him through the dark.

There was no answer but the sound of shuffling sheets.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you hesitated to turn on the lights. 

After taking one long shuddering breath, you groped along the wall next to the door, searching for the light switch. It met your fingers suddenly as if it had been anticipating your arrival. Rather than giving yourself a moment to brace, you let your thumb brush against the switch and blind you. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, then opened them slowly, gaze trained on the floor in front of your feet.

Fear gnawed at your insides, though there was no sound, no movement. Then you forced yourself to look up, and your gaze landed on Chan’s covered body. 

A breath caught in your throat.

Chan lay on the bed in the same way you had left him, chest rising and falling evenly. A layer of sweat covered his face, and his cheeks burned a bright red.

“Chan?” You croaked from the door. When he didn’t answer, didn’t stir, you moved forward until you were kneeling on the floor beside him.

“Chan?” You called out to him again. 

No response. 

“Chan?” You tried again, this time placing a hand on his shoulder. It only takes a couple of seconds for it to seep through the fabric of his shirt and sting your cold hands.

You flinch, then press the back of your hand against his forehead. 

He groaned at the sensation, head shifting on the pillow but not waking. 

“You’re alive,” you whispered, shuddering when the tears you’d been holding at bay finally fell. 

You moved, unaware. Chan’s feverish body burned so permanently into your eyes that you only realized you had moved from his side when you caught a glimpse of your tear-stained face on the medicine cabinet’s mirror as you opened it.

A shudder ran down your spine as you focused on the contents of the cabinet.

“Medicine,” you mumbled as you rifled through boxes and flipped bottles around so you could see what they were for.

“Medicine,” you continued to mumble as you searched. It had to be around there somewhere. Your roommate had been sick only a week before the world ended. 

Your fingers brushed against a bottle shoved all the way to the back. You grabbed it, pulling it out without caring that you were pushing everything else out and into the sink.

You measured out the appropriate amount into the little cup it came with at his side and then placed the bottle on the nightstand so you could tip its content past his parted lips. It, the syrup, seeped out painfully slow. You glared at it as it trailed past the edge of the cup, past his lips, and down his throat, willing it to move faster. It never moved past its snail’s pace.

When all that remained was the syrup that stubbornly clung to its side, you set it aside and rushed outside to fetch a water bottle from the duffle bag. 

Uncapped and full, the water threatened to spill out of your shaking hands and onto Chan. It took you a moment to swallow your feelings before you were able to force your hands to stop shaking. Then, you let a trickle of water run past his lips.

Sitting on the edge of the bed next to him, you held his hand through the night, mindlessly drawing circles with your thumb on his clammy skin. Hours passed as you sat there, oblivious to the rising sun, until Chan began to stir. He groaned, eyes crinkling at the edges as he squeezed them shut tighter. You let go of his hand then. 

“Chan?” You lurched forward, hands coming to a rest on his shoulders. You shook him a little, just as much as you dared, without fear of startling him. “Chan, wake up. You need to wake up.”

He groaned but opened his eyes anyway. 

“How do you feel?” 

He stared at you,  blinking lethargically, as if he couldn’t really see you or, perhaps, couldn’t understand what you were saying. 

“Y/N,” he finally croaked after a minute.

“How do you feel, Chan?” 

“Y/N, you need to get out of here.” He spoke hoarsely, you noted, though it was also gravely. “You need to leave.”

You shook your head and scooted closer, “Chan, you’re--”

“Go,” he croaked again, grabbing one of your hands and casting it off his shoulder. “I’m going to turn.”

“No.” You insisted. “Chan, you’re only sick. If you were going to turn, you would have done it by now.”

“You don’t know that.” 

“Chan,” you sighed. 

“Go, Y/N. Go.”

“If you don’t trust me, trust your friends. I’ve been speaking to them--your phone wouldn’t stop buzzing--and Jeonghan, I think it was, said that the change is nearly instant.” You leaned forward to cup his face. “If you were going to change, it would have happened by now.”

A shudder racked his body. “What if it’s just taking longer?”

“It’s not.”

He stilled, and you swore he blinked even slower than he had been and hummed. Then he shifted and nuzzled into one of your palms, pressing a kiss onto it.

You grinned in an instant, then realized his breathing was evening out. 

“Oh, Chan, wait. You need to wake up. I gave you medicine in the middle of the night. You need to eat before sleeping again.”

He hummed but made no motion to wake up. 

“Chan,” you insisted, voice taking on a slight whine. “Sit up, please. I’ll make food right now.”

He didn’t move, didn’t sit up as you asked still, you left him to rummage through the pantries. 

It’s been nearly a month since you’d stepped foot inside your dorm. Any conception you held about the food there was, or had long since been eaten, was nonexistent now. You practically had to eat your own scream when you found a box of uncooked pasta. 

Your mind buzzed as you prepared the pasta until you were nearly finished, and you remembered Jeonghan and the others. The long wooden spoon you were using to scoop out the pasta clattered against the side of the pot you were using as it slipped out of your fingers. 

“Shit,” you mumbled before picking up the spoon again and filling your own plate.

Chan remained asleep when you reentered the room. But, rather than wake him, you placed the plates on the nightstand, pushing aside the bottle of water, the medicine bottle, and its cup.

Tendrils of heat wafted into the air as you searched your roommate’s (ex-roommate, you corrected yourself with a small frown) room. While the power generator had a permanent spot in the broom closet, by the front door, where the fuse box was installed, you didn’t know exactly where she kept her emergency satellite phone. You figured it would be in this room and that you could spend a while looking for it as you waited for the tendrils wafting over your plates to thin. 

Seven minutes and a room full of strewn clothes later, you find it. Shoved all the way in the back of her wardrobe, hidden by piles of clothes she hadn’t bothered to hang or fold, you find the satellite phone still in the box you figure it had originally come in.

You tap away on the phone, getting to know it as quickly as you can before taking out Chan’s and finding Jeonghan’s number. You send him a quick, simple message.

###########

########## It’s me [7:32am]

Less than a minute later, the satellite phone buzzed.

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########## has been added to the chat

Jeonghan How’s Chan? [7:33AM]

You pointed the phone’s camera toward Chan and took a quick picture.

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########## [attachment] [7:34am]

########## He’s alive. He’s got a fever but I’ve already given him medicine. I’m going to wake him so he can eat right now [7:34am]

“Chan,” you shook his shoulder after setting the phone down next to you. “Chan, I need you to wake up. You need to eat.”

He groaned in protest, almost syncing in perfect time with the buzzing coming from the satellite phone. You reached for it and grinned when you saw the messages that were coming in.

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Seungkwan HES ALIVE [7:34am]

Cheol THAT’S GREAT NEWS! [7:34am]

Jeonghan He’s alive! I told you he was alive! [7:35am]

Seungkwan That lazy bastard. He needs to wake up. [7:35am]

Hoshi Chan! [7:36am]

Hoshi Wait hes sick [7:36am]

You shook your head as they continued to shoot messages between each other, pitching the phone into a constant buzzing. The grin you sported as you shook Chan awake again failed to go unnoticed by him, and it wasn’t long after that he sported a shaky one too. 

“Why are you grinning?” He croaked. “Are you--” he went into a coughing fit-- “are you that glad I’m alive?” 

“I am,” you laughed as you untied his restraints and helped him into a sitting position. “Very glad. But I don’t think my happiness compares to the happiness running through your friends.”

“My friends?” 

“Mmm. Your friends.” You showed him the still buzzing phone. 

He laughed. “Seems like them.” 

You put down the phone and reached for his plate, “Do you think you can eat by yourself, or do you need me to feed you?”

He shook his head with a small smile, “I can feed myself.” 

“Okay,” you say, handing him his plate. 

The two of you eat in silence, staring at the cloud-filled sky through the window. The food on your plates dwindles slowly, cooling quickly between bites, but it doesn’t matter. The two of you are at peace, mind free of any and all thoughts. That is until you’re startled out of your trance by a choking sound.

You whip around to look at Chan, whose choking has turned into garbled coughing. 

“Chan? Chan, what’s wrong?”

You pound his back until he stops coughing and manages to choke out a single word. 

“Water.” 

You reach over to the nightstand to grab it and hand it to him. He gulps it down, and when he’s done, takes long wheezing breaths until he calms down and slumps down against the headboard.

“Did you swallow before chewing? What happened?”

Chan nods. Once.

It should be final, but something about his nod makes you ask again.

“Is that really it? You swallowed before chewing?” 

It takes longer for him to nod this time. 

“Chan?” 

He takes a glance at you and looks away just as quickly. He coughs, then clears his throat. 

“Are those….” he hesitates, “your…. Are those panties?” He asks, eyes frozen on a pile in front of the window.

You only glance at them before narrowing your eyes at him, “Eyes on me, sir.”

He looks at you then for a moment, then goes back to eating the food on his plate. But not before his eyes flick downward on you for a single second, and his cheeks turn red, and you know it isn’t from the fever he’s running.

A snicker threatens to leave you, and you swallow it just as it’s making its way up your throat.

“Sorry,” he says suddenly, quietly. 

You shake your head as you stand, holding out your hand for his plate. 

“Get some more rest, Chan. I’ll wake you when it’s time for you to take your medicine again.” 

You’re halfway out the door when you throw a look behind yourself and catch him looking at you from under the comforter.

“And, for the record, those aren’t mine. They were my roommate’s.” 

Time seemed to move slowly after that. You washed plates and put away the food, rummaged through the cabinets taking note of everything available, and finally took a shower. You washed your clothes by hand as best you could, hanging them in the shower to dry. Then, when you were sure you’d done all that you needed to, you went back to Chan’s room and sat on the floor next to the bed.

Elusive as sleep had been only hours before, it was quickly turning into the only thing you knew as you sat next to Chan. You could hear him inhale, then exhale, inhale, then exhale, inhale, then exhale. It lulled you to sleep. You had only just begun to nod off when he shifted in his sleep, and the satellite phone came tumbling down from where you had left it on the bed. 

You flinched at the clunk. 

Buzz. Pause. Buzz.

The amused smile that you wore as you grabbed the phone fell when you read a single message.

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Jeonghan Y/N Chan I need one of you to come to the phone! Please! We need to discuss!!! [8:52am]

Cheol Jeonghan. We have to talk about this now. [8:54am]

Jeonghan They need to be here too. We’ll lose them if we don’t work this out with them right now. [8:55am]

Jeonghan Y/N CHAN WAKE UP [8:55am]

Jeonghan WAKE UP [8:55am]

Jeonghan WAKE UP [8:56am]

Wonwoo I think it’s starting. [8:57am]

Cheol We’ll lose everyone else too if we don’t talk about this RIGHT NOW [8:58am]

You scrolled past the blocks of text that followed, afraid of what you’d find at the end since the phone had finally gone silent. 

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Jeonghan Chan, Y/N, when you see these please reply. [9:27am]

Seungkwan I’ll say it just in case you don’t bother scrolling all the way up Chan [9:28am]

Seungkwan Wonwoo found an emergency broadcast channel online warning everyone that different cities were about to have their water and power shut off. Cell signals are failing us too now. We’ve made a plan. Go back up and read it. [9:32am]

Jeonghan Fill what you can with water. Charge your phones and power banks,  and hope the electricity lasts until it’s full. [9:33am]

Jeonghan Get ready to leave. You’re going to have to leave and you’re going to have to do it soon. [9:34am]

########## We can’t leave. Chan’s sick, he can barely stand. [9:51am]

########## Where would we even go [9:51am]

You waited in bated silence for the phone to buzz again. It didn’t. Then, just as you were about to put down the phone, you remembered what you were holding.

With a heavy heart, you typed out another message, hit send, and waited for the message to read as sent. 

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########## Write down everyone’s phone number on a piece of paper, mine included. If you can, find an electronics store or somewhere where they sell hiking equipment. They should have satellite phones there too. Be safe.

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a month since the end

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Freddie’s Fall || The Owl House

Synopsis - Freddie discovers a way into the Demon realm, but not one out. Yet.

Warnings - Head injury. I don’t know, I’m not good with warnings lol.

A/n - If I will myself hard enough, I might make add more to this series.

Requests are opened; headcanons only

Freddie chased after the owl that had stolen his book, confused as to how a bird could fly fast with a 800 paged book and a substantially thick cover. The owl flew into the old house down the street. It had been abandoned since he had moved here with his mum and younger sister. The house had scared him since he first saw it, completely believing a clown with a red balloon lived there.

But his book was more important than his fears in that moment. He needed that book.

So, without much thought, he hurriedly climbed through the old window. Its glass was shattered and sharp around the edges. With only managing to cut his palm, he ran through the doorway the owl had gone in.

There weren’t any open doors - ones that belonged to the house a least, or any windows. Just a random door, which connected to no part of the wall or building exterior. A massive cat-like eye took up the upper half of the door frame. A golden knob sat in the center of the door and an unusual wooden design was carved into the door.

No cracks or holes in the room could be spotted, so the owl should have been in there. It wasn’t though, just the door cracked open enough to reveal a bright yellow light. Freddie swallowed, unsure of what happened to the bird or where the door led to.

He gripped at his red sweater, inhaling a breath of cold air.

He reached for the golden door knob, turned it and pulled. The yellow light increased, hurting Freddie’s eyes. Blinded, he stepped into the door, his hand pressing against the frame. His other unscrunched his sweater and laid over his eyes, shielding them further.

He breathed before he stepped through. The light swallowed him and quickly turned an array of colours. It looked like space as the door entrance rippled like water. It was pretty.

As his foot left the ground, he was no longer touching any surface.

He was falling. Fast.

There wasn’t anything he could grab. He had to wait for the trees below him. So all he could do was scream. He was screaming.

His breathing became erratic and he could no longer think rationally. He reached out and grabbed a branch, his body swung and pulled the branch from the tree. He continued falling as twigs and leaves whipped at his arms and face.

The back of his head hit a large tree trunk forcing his body to turn again. Freddie was much closer to the ground and his skull ached. His eyes closed, pretending he wasn’t in the situation he was.

8 feet…

7 feet…

6 feet…

5 feet…

…

He opened his eyes, noticing he still hadn’t touched the ground, but rather hovered above it. His breathing slowed, before tears started to well up in his eyes.

“Hey kid, you alright?”

A voice came from the side of him. He didn’t turn his head, he couldn’t will himself to.

His body lowered, and his feet and knees touched the ground. His hands gripped at his knees, trying to control his shaky hands.

“Do you need some water? I got a bottle on me.”

He finally looked up at the person next to him. A woman with a mass amount of white hair, pointed ears and a sharp golden tooth. A creature with fur and it’s skull showing peered over the woman’s shoulder. It had yellow eyes and was about the size of a small dog.

Freddie shook his head softly. “I think I’m okay now.”

“You sure, I watched you fall and hit your head on one of the branches.” She pointed up to the red leaves in the tree.

He shook his shoulders, not sure what to say.

“Listen, I’ll help you and we’ll get you sorted out. You okay with that?”

His voice, as dry and sore as it was, still mumbled back a response. “Okay.”

A few hours had passed and he barely could feel any discomfort. The woman, who’s name he learned was Eda, had helped him with his head.

“So, blue glowy circle? How’d you do that for my head?”

“Magic, kid.”

“But magics not… is it?” He gripped at the juice box in his hand labelled Apple Blood.

“Well, to you humans at least.”

Huh.

“You aren’t human?”

“Mhm. I, kid, am Eda! The Owl Lady! The strongest witch on the Boiling Isles.” She winked at Freddie.

“Oh. Wait, where.”

“Boiling Isles, in the Demon realm.”

“I’m not on earth? How’s that possible?”

“Magic.”

“Of course.”

He looked around the Owl Lady’s house, noticing all the weird junk she kept. A lot of it seemed human.

“Do you know how I can get home?”

“A way out? No.”

“So I’m stuck here?”

“Pretty much.”

He stared at the woman in disbelief, annoyed by how little she cared.

“Listen kid, there’s not a whole lot I can do to help you. I can make sure you don’t get yourself killed, cause like I said, strongest witch there is. Even better than that tyrant.”

She gestured to the damaged poster of someone wearing a white cloak and golden mask with odd looking antlers.

“But I don’t know how you got here, unless you slipped through one of the openings between our worlds.”

“I came through a door.”

They sat in silence, holding eye contact for a while.

Eda was the first to break it.

She sighed, looking at the weird creature who slept on the lounge. His name was king, and when Freddie had asked her what he was, she shrugged, apparently unsure herself.

“I can’t help you with knowing how you got here, but I can try to help you get back. Of course, if you work for me.”

“Like an employee?”

“Like a witch’s apprentice. You’d do tasks for me, such as deliveries and working my stall in the market area, and I’d helped you get back.”

“To be a “witch's apprentice,” wouldn’t you have to teach me magic?” He raised an eyebrow in her direction, wondering if she even knew the definition of the second word.

“You drive a hard bargain kid, but sure, I’ll teach you magic too.”

“That’s not what I was-“

“What do you say human? We got a deal?”

Freddie sighed. Was learning magic really all that worth it? What if he didn’t want to go back home because of it? But how would he get back home without it?

“Alright, you got a deal, I’ll do stuff for you, whatever that means, and you’ll help me get home, plus teach me magic.” He nodded as he stared at his shoes.

“Great, alright first task- Oh, there you are, Owlbert, was wondering where you snuck off to.”

Freddie turned in the direction of Eda’s eyes. He glared.

“That’s the bird that took my book.”

I wrote a narrative about a made up character going to the demon realm. Who wants it??

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[10:48]— When they met you for the first time in a k-drama way

Characters» Yamaguchi, Ushjima, Sakusa, Kyotani.

Trope/plot» they saw for the first time in a kdrama way, love in first sight lol

Warning» diabetes and cringe, my favorite best and worst combo for my writings.

—Yamaguchi

You balanced yourself on your tippy toes, groaning when your fingers barley reached the book you wanted.

A hand interrupted your vision, it easily took the book you were planning to get. You turned around, seeing a kind and handsome freckled face smiling down at you.

"I'm guessing you want this?" He softly said, not breaking eye contact and raising the heavy book.

You smiled and took it in your hands.

"Yeah. . . Thanks," You breathlessly said, smiling at him.

He smiles back, shoving his hands in his pockets as a light blush began dusting his cheeks. "You're welcome,"

—Ushjima

You walked down the stairs, angry that you friend ran off without you. Your fingers furiously fly around the screen of your phone, making out curse words and sending them to your said friend.

But all of that was forgotten when you tripped on your own foot. You had let go of your phone in shock and you were flying down the last steps of stairs in what seemed like slow-motion.

You prepared for the impact, but instead you were surrounded by strong arms and warmth. You looked up, still in shock.

"Are you okay?" The man's deep voice sent shivers down your spine.

You can't force yourself to speak but instead blush from how he looks down at you in worry.

—Sakusa

Rain splattered down his back and Sakusa panicked. He did a 360° turn, trying to find something to shelter in.

But instead he saw you, holding an umbrella above your head.

His heart went fast as he took in your beauty and his heart went faster when he realizes you were walking to him.

You stopped infront of him and raised the umbrella so that he can fit in.

"I think you need this more than I do mister," You smiled.

Sakusa shyly moved his curly wet bangs out of his eyes but he didn't say anything.

"I– I think you right," he finally says, laughing.

—Kyotani

Melodious music echoed down the hall and curious, Kyotani's feet seemed to take him to the room where it came from.

He, himself, is not a musician but he admires the person who can make such masterpiece like this.

Kyotani slowly stopped infront of the door. Hesitantly, he twisted the knob and turned it, opening it quietly.

He peeked in and he raised his eyebrows in amusement. You were sitting on a bench and your fingers were expertly playing the white Grand piano.

He flinched when a note went wrong and he watched when you sighed. You stood up, making him panic and try to leave. But he hit his head on the doorway.

You turned around, surprise to see someone watching you.

"Are you okay?" You laughed.

Embarrassed, Kyotani rubbed his head and turned to the side, cheeks flushing.

"Yeah, thanks for asking,"

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A side you didn’t know he had~

Don’t know much about!Crush x reader

Genre: fluffily fluff fluff with a dash of spice

Warnings: Mild swearing

[Don’t know much about!crush: you just don’t really know about him deeply lol, this will have something to do with the story…]

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Prologue: You didn’t really know much about your crush, since you two never communicated in any way. You know each other because of your friends. You didn’t know what his true personality was, but you were fanitized by all the stories from your friends about him, which led you to like him…

“Y/NNNNN” Your friend whined.

You groaned, not wanting to listen to what F/N has to say.

F/N starts poking your cheeks, and you puffed them out to make them know that you’re currently, not in a good mood.

“What is it? You looked pissed or something.” She said, still poking you.

“Mmffph” You said, burying your face into your arms, muffling the words you were saying. You stared at a specific person across the room, who was talking to some girl in your class.

“Ah. I see what’s going on now.” F/N said, eyeing the two people talking.

You couldn’t help but stare, and there it is again, that feeling in your stomach every time you see him with somebody else.

You gulped, trying to bury down your feelings when you saw him happily talking with the female, and muttering to yourself, ‘ugh, that girl totally likes him.’

You kept staring until you saw his pair of eyes meet yours, in which you blushed and looked away.

‘Dammit he saw me looking at him, now he’ll suspect and take notice of me- oh wait- isn’t that what I want though?’

“Hey.”

You looked up, face still flushed, and your eyes grew wide.

“H-hi.” You stuttered, brushing your hair down.

“Y-Y/N, right?”

You smiled and nodded, ‘Great, he’s not even sure if that’s my name or not.’

“Sorry, I just felt like I needed to ask for your name since we’ve never officially had an introduction.” C/N said, rubbing his neck, cheeks slightly pink.

‘He’s so cute’ You thought, but you then snapped back to reality.

“Oh, haha it’s fine. Well nice to meet you C/N.” You said, trying not to choke.

“Nice to meet you too, Y/N.” He said. You looked over you F/N for help, but they seem to have ran off. Typical.

He smiled and held his hand out, his fingers right in front of you. You hesitantly shook his hand, and smiled back.

~~~~~

You grew closer to C/N, but yet he’s still always so distant. You two still went to gatherings together, and you guys occasionally talked. As time flew by it was the start of a new school year. C/N was always at the back of your mind, and you really tried to keep it in.

The sleeve of your shirt was loosening, so you put it back up before people could’ve seen your bare shoulders. You stood up and grabbed your bag, flung it around your shoulder, and took out your phone. You scrolled to (social media platform). After a few minutes someone grabbed you from behind and covered your mouth, muffling my gasp.

You were pushed against a wall, and you opened your eyes to meet a pair of sparkling ones.

“I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU.” F/N whispered-shouted.

“Holy shit you scared me! Don’t do that ever again F/N, I’ll end up in the emergency room next time. Also, why the janitor closet of all places?“

“Never mind that! Just do as I say!”

You rolled your eyes but nodded, listening to F/N’s exciting news.

“Okay, so since it’s free period next, stay right here, don’t leave okay?”

Before you could ask, F/N shut the janitor closet door shut, and immediately locking it.

You went up to the door, but once you turned the door knob, the door flew open.

You felt a presence in front of you, making you walk backwards. Once your back hit the wall, you felt an arm next to your head, trapping your only way out.

“Y/N.”

You shivered, but still shaking, not know who it was or what was happening.

“Y/N.”

You looked into the new pair of eyes, and you recognised who that was.

“C-C/N?” You stuttered, red forming on your cheeks at the proximity between the two of you.

He let out a hefty chuckle, and said “Your shirt looks better with one side off.”

You blushed, leaving you with no comment. 

He leaned in, his mouth right next to your ear, and whispered, “You have no idea what you do to me, sometimes I’m dead tired in the morning because of you.”

He licked your ear, and nibbled on it slightly. Causing shivers to run down your spine, face deep red.

“Mmm”

You blushed even harder, and you were glad that the room was dim. C/N bit on your ear, causing a squeak to come out of you.

He moved away, and finally leaned in to kiss your cheek, satisfied by your reaction. He pulled one side of your shirt down, and left trails of kisses on your shoulder, ones that left you to think about it 24/7. 

“You’re so cute, remember that.” He said, and smiled. He then walked out of the closet, leaving you flustered and confused.

“What the-”

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Hiiii I hoped you enjoyed my second one. This was a bit different since I added a bit of spice >///< I hope my writing was okay, I’m not sure if it was too weird or cliché, but I’m open for feedback!

~ Lily

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for the mini fic prompts x3 lol: steddie + 27

So for this one, I had two different ideas. It's a shame you can't answer the same ask twice, so if this post is a bit longer to read, that's why. I like them both enough to write! Anyway, here's:

27. things you said through a closed door (version 1)

"Eddie, I know you're home," Steve calls.

There's no response, but from the porch, Steve can hear the music blasting from Eddie's room at the back of the trailer. He doesn't know the song or the band, but it sounds a lot angrier and sadder than the stuff Eddie usually listens to, which worries him.

"I can hear the music!" he shouts. He doesn't want to be so impatient, but it's October and while the roof of the porch shields him from the rain, the wind is bitingly cold. He should've worn his old varsity jacket, he used to wear it when it was snowing and still stayed warm.

The music turns itself down enough so it stops shaking the trailer, and Steve swears he can hear footsteps come toward the front door. But the lock doesn't click open.

Fine. Whatever.

"Eddie, listen, I don't know what I did, but whatever it was, I'm sorry. It's been a week without talking to you and it feels like a fucking year. Please just tell me what I did, and we'll figure it out, okay?"

"You didn't do anything." Eddie's voice is muffled through the door, but Steve thinks he's whispering anyway.

"What do you mean I didn't do anything? Eddie, you haven't even looked my way in a week. Obviously, I did something, and I want to make it right."

"I got scared."

Steve lets his head thud against the door. "Okay. What did I do to scare you?"

The door jerks open a few inches, held closed by the bolt, but Steve stumbles anyway.

"You. Didn't. Do. Anything," Eddie says slowly and deadly calm.

Once he corrects himself, he can see a sliver of Eddie's face: one of his eyes and half his mouth. From just that, Steve can see that Eddie is an utter wreck.

"You wanna know what happened, Stevie? I got scared. I got scared for no fucking reason because all you've been is perfect, so I don't know why I ran. I just did. Because that's what I do at the first sign of danger - I cut and fucking run. So I ran, and I got to thinking, gee, Steve deserves better than someone who bolts at the first sign of trouble, and I decided to stay gone. I think you should let me."

Eddie whispers that last sentence, and his voice cracks a little, and Steve is inches away from breaking the damn bolt.

Instead, he says, "Good thing I'm faster than you."

"What?" Eddie croaks.

"I'm faster than you," Steve says, and it's a fact. "So when you run, I'll always catch up. You're not getting away from me that easily, Munson."

Steve watches Eddie close his eye like he's trying not to cry.

"Can you open the door, babe?"

The bolt slides open.

AND, if you're still here, things you said through a closed door (version 2)

"Steve?" Eddie calls, trying not to stumble on what he thinks is Robin's shirt and Nancy's pants thrown in the middle of the hallway. He braces himself on the wall and tries tip-toeing around them because his shoes are gross and he's tipsy enough to have even worse balance than usual.

"Steve?" he calls again. "You disappeared on us, and I wanted to make sure you're okay."

There's a retch behind the door closest to Eddie. Well, at least he's found him.

"Hey," he shouts - he's gotta shout, Jonathan brough his loud stereo system - and knocks. "I'm coming in."

"No," Steve groans. "'M fine."

"If you call puking your guts out 'fine,' you need help." Eddie grabs the knob and starts twisting. "I'm coming in, sweetheart."

"No," Steve says, and he's coherent enough that Eddie still takes him seriously and stops. "Handled it before, can do it again."

"That doesn't mean you have to," Eddie reminds him. "Can I at least hold your hair back?"

Another retch, and Eddie has heard enough people throw up to know that Steve is just dry heaving now. He grimaces in sympathy because that shit hurts.

Steve doesn't respond for a while, and Eddie wants to check and see if he fell asleep on the toilet - been there, done that - when Steve mumbles something:

"You're gonna leave me."

"What?" Eddie says, hand frozen on the knob.

"You're gonna leave me," Steve says, louder and clearer and oh, that's definitely meant for Eddie.

"Because you're puking your guts out? I've seen worse." Which is true. Eddie's taken people to the hospital and seen them get their stomachs pumped. That shit is bad.

"No. Because I'm a lot. I'm too much work and I'm clingy and I love too much and I'm no fun to be around sometimes and I'm not smart and -"

Eddie opens the door, crosses the room, and holds Steve's gross, sweaty face in his hands.

"Bullshit," he says. "You're stuck with me, Harrington, like a bad tattoo or superglue that won't come off your hands. You're adorable and protective and lovely and brilliant, and now you're gonna let me take care of you. Me leaving you is bullshit. Okay?"

Steve nods, and then he's dry heaving again, and Eddie holds his hair back and rubs his shoulder.

And he stays, the entire time.

(y'all this was the last ask i got, so please) send me more prompts!!