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cultofdixon · 1 year ago

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That growling wasn’t a walker

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • You can handle just one walker…or a few…or really, yeah. Daryl is in for a surprise • SFW/Smol ANGST • TW: Minor Injuries / Anxiety

Requested by: Anon

“It’s getting late, should set up camp somewhere”

“Go ahead and set it up” Y/N handed Daryl the few squirrels and one rabbit she caught, earning a confused look from the man. “Heard some walkers. Gonna take them out before setting up our trigger lines”

“Smart…just be safe okay?” Daryl reminds his partner always as she gave him a smile bringing herself close enough for him to meet half way for their lips to touch. “Don’t make me have to come after yea” a hint of a smirk peaked out when Y/N playfully smacked him in the chest before heading toward the low growling she heard.

Y/N went a bit further than she expected from where she was with Daryl. The sound grew louder so she half expected to deal with at least a handful of walkers. Nothing she can’t handle. She was starting to hear a different tone with the growling that it started to come off as animalistic.

“Hm…” Y/N kept her gun holstered and readied her hunting axe when it came to the bigger animals.

And boy. Wait til Daryl heard about this

She’s been gone a minute Daryl thought as he finished the fire and half the trigger lines, keeping the direction she went off to open so she wouldn’t trip and hurt herself. It’s happened. He’s learned his lesson.

Footsteps started to come clear and they were heavier than normal if they were Y/N’s. He knows it’s wrong but to be safe he readied his crossbow and soon enough her silhouette came clear. Daryl instantly glued his gaze to the amount of blood on her and tried not to think too hard about it.

“Rough kill?”

“Something like that—-Hey Daryl, have you ever like eaten a grizzly bear?”

That made him look up at her confused stopping himself from making a makeshift grill.

“Nah, be crazy to hunt a bear”

Y/N crouched down a bit to his level as Daryl got a clearer look at the blood on her noticing it was fresh and part of his mind went to she got hurt.

“Would you…say they’re edible though? Never heard somebody eat a bear”

“Anythin’ is edible if you’re hungry—-You gotta sit down let me look—-“

“Cool. I got bear for dinner” She patted her legs as she rose from the crouched position taking a few steps back before dragging a dead bear into view. “Son of a bitch put up a fight”

The man was speechless watching her drag this grizzly bear next to him and immediately sat on the other side taking out her knife about to start skinny when he stopped her.

“Sweets, we gotta get you cleaned up and make sure you ain’t too badly injured”

“I’m not. Just a few scratches and probably a gnarly bruise on my side from getting almost knocked off my feet but I’m good” Y/N plopped herself down and started to get to work, and Daryl helped her knowing if he quickened the process he can access her injuries.

It took a few hours and a bit of convincing, but here they were. Sitting next to one another enjoying some of the bear meat while the rest was wrapped up and hung up to avoid losing the hunt to what was hunted. Daryl finished wrapping Y/N’s arm in the last of the bandage he carried letting her finally have a full grasp on some of the bear meat.

“You’re crazy you know that”

“I’m hangry, let me enjoy this”

The archer rolled his eyes watching her eat and occasionally adjust the bear pelt laid on her shoulders. It was still unsettling that his partner took on a bear, not surprising because she can definitely handle shit but how she didn’t get help or even wanted it.

“Just wait til Michonne hears about this”

“She’s gonna be so proud” Y/N laughs a little to herself knowing damn well Michonne is gonna accuse Daryl of not keeping a close eye on his partner. Because she has a tendency of doing radical things.

Once they packed up and headed back home, Michonne wasn’t the only one to greet them back as she was accompanied by Carol and Aaron who both noticed the bandages and bear pelt on Y/N.

“Daryl, what happened?”

“We brought back a lot of game” Daryl states dropping the bag by Aaron’s feet as he immediately looked inside with a confused look.

“Uh. That’s a lot of meat”

“Captain Obvious over here” Y/N laughs, shrugging the bear pelt off and handing it to Michonne as she kept her attention on her injuries. “Hey, it lost the fight”

“You two hunted a bear?? You know how dangerous—-“

“Ha!” Y/N cut Carol off immediately. “We…”

Then all three of them looked at Daryl with a hint of anger and worry but the second emotion was more directed toward Y/N.

“She hunted a bear”

“All by herself”

“When she could’ve just left it alone” Michonne finishes only to roll her eyes to Daryl’s shrug of a response.

“She didn’t die”

“SHE STILL GOT HURT!” Aaron pointed out the obvious one more time as Y/N sighs patting Daryl on the shoulder.

“They are ungrateful to my hard work” and with that she made her way back to their place. Knowing damn well Daryl was going to get chewed out by the three and she wasn’t going to stay there for that.

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #short but I think it’s great

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natashaslesbian · 8 months ago

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How about Scarlett being busy with work and R missing her mama while trying to get her attention

Math Test

Word Count: 1.3k

Parings: Mom!ScarlettJohansson x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: none I believe :)

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A/N• eeeee I’m gonna be writing for Scarlett! I’m likely to only do platonic fics for Scar as I’m not sure about writing anything else for an actual person

You sat facing the window while the phone was ringing. Following the raindrops down the glass until your mom finally picked up. “Hey y/n what’s up?” Scarlett asked, “Hi mom, I was just wondering when you’d be home, you said we could have our movie night today” you replied into your mobile. “Oh hunny I’m so sorry I completely forgot, I’m still gonna be at the office for a few hours, we’ll do it another night sweetie” you weren’t really disappointed, you had expected that she forgot. Before you could reply your mother cut you off “y/n I’ve got to go okay I’ll see you later, love you!” You listened to the call disconnect, at least you knew she still loved you, if only she would show you that.

You were asleep by the time Scarlett got home, and she was out before you woke up the next morning. The CEO hadn’t had time to prepare your lunch so she left $20 on the kitchen island for you. You stuffed it into your purse and headed off to school. It was a regular day, the stares and quiet hushes of your peers, the Johansson name hung over you like a dark cloud. It was the second lesson of the day, math, and you had been preparing for your test for the last week. The class fell silent as pens hit paper and you got through the first few questions quickly.

Scarlett was at her desk when her phone rang, your schools number appearing on her screen. “Hello” she said sceptically as she answered. “Hi Ms Johansson, it’s Mr Chan from Bridgewater high, we need you to come and collect y/n immediately. I’m afraid there’s been an incident and she’s been suspended for a week” your principal said. Scarlett was shocked, you had never been in any trouble at school “what’s happened!” She said down the phone. “I’m afraid her teacher caught her cheating on a test, are you available to come and collect her?” Your mother was mortified, she collected her things, asked Kate to hold the fort and stormed out of the office.

Scarlett didn’t say one word to you when she arrived at the school. She stomped back to the car with you half jogging behind to keep up with her. “Mom” you called again, “get in the car” she hissed. “Mom!” You shouted, “y/n get in the car! We’ll talk at home” Scarlett said. The journey felt longer than usual, the uncomfortable silence filled the atmosphere and your leg had began to bounce with anxiety. Scarlett’s grip was tight on the steering wheel, and she made a point of reving the engine to make sure you knew she was angry.

Your mom had you sat at the kitchen table the second you were inside, she remained on her feet and you realised how much trouble you were in. “Why?” Scarlett said “why on earth would you cheat on a test? I don’t understand y/n your one of the smartest kids in that school what the hell where you thinking!” She shouted. “I knew all the answers I just….” You whispered. “You what?” Scarlett said as she slammed her fists on the table “y/n like it or not you are a Johansson and I will not have you drag down the name, I have worked to damn hard!” Your mom screamed. “Well maybe you should stop working so hard!” You sobbed “maybe you should stop working and come home and be with me!” you cried.

Absolute silence fell across the room. Your mom had never heard you shout so loud, never seen you fight so hard to hold back tears. It seemed all at once she realised how you must be feeling “sweetheart” she whispered, a stark contrast from the noise moments before. “You were trying to get caught?” She asked as she came and sat on a nearby chair. “I didn’t know what else to do” you sniffled. “Baby you should’ve talked to me” Scarlett said, a hint of guilt coating her voice. “I tried, but you’re always so busy at the office and filming and now directing” you said as you used your sleeve to wipe your nose.

Your mom had never felt more ashamed. How had she been ignoring the one thing that mattered most to her, gotten so wrapped up in her work life that she hadn’t even noticed how desperate you were for her attention. “Y/n I’m so sorry. You’re right I’ve been so busy and I thought that it would help you in the long run but I completely missed what was happening right in front of me” Scarlett said as she began to softly cry. “I just wanna spend time with you mama” you whimpered. “Oh baby, come here, can I give you a cuddle?” Your mom asked.

You didn’t waste a second as you shuffled over to your mom, settling in her lap and wrapping yourself around her. You cried into her shoulder, soaking her shirt as Scarlett continued to whisper apologies into your ear. “Look at me baby” Your mom said as she gently held your face on her hands “I’m gonna take some time off work okay, it’s just gonna be me and you.” She said. You nodded as she wiped your teary eyes and lent forward to kiss you on the forehead. “Why don’t you go jump in the shower, I’ll order some food and then we’ll watch Toy Story” Scarlett said. “Pizza?” You whispered “of course baby” your mom smiled.

No less than an hour later you were curled up in your mom’s lap nibbling on your beloved pepperoni pizza. You promised not to quote too much of the film but Scarlett knew that was never going to happen. Toy Story was your absolute comfort film, you watched it after a bad day or when you were sick, even if you were just tired it was your go to. Your mom was gently carding her fingers across your scalp, the two of you were wrapped up in a big fuzzy blanket and Scarlett insisted that you were to lie still while she took care of you. Holding the pizza for you to eat and wiping up the sauce that dribbled down your cheek. You would never admit it, but you were enjoying your moms affection even though to others it may have seemed childlike.

When the first film had ended, Scarlett moved to grab the remote but when your head fell limp against her she realised you were fast asleep. “My baby” Scarlett cooed as she twisted you into her arms and stood up to carry you to bed. She waddled into your room and gentle placed you on the mattress. “Mama” you whined when you felt her let go “mamas bed?” You innocently asked “you wanna sleep with mommy tonight?” Scarlett asked, you nodded sleepily and your mom scooped you back up into her embrace, not forgetting to grab your stuffed bunny. You instantly rolled onto your moms side of the bed when she set you down, already missing her even though she was only across the room getting changed.

Your eyes fluttered open when you felt the bed dip behind you, you rolled over straight away to find her waiting with her arms open. You inhaled her scent, a gorgeous smell of cotton and lilies filled your nose. “‘M sorry for cheating on my test mama” you whispered “am I in trouble?” You asked. You felt Scarlett sigh heavily “I think we can let this one slide baby girl” your mom said “we may still have to deal with Mr Chan when you go back to school though” you groaned into your moms neck “he’s a dick” you said “he sure is” your mom agreed. Scarlett switched off the bedside lamp and pulled the duvet up to cover you both. “I love you so much y/n” she said as she began to trace her fingers up and down her back “I love you too mommy” you said with a smile.

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#scarlett johansson #scarlett x reader #daughter reader #comfort #mom x daughter

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twstfanblog · 25 days ago

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*~Murder Movie Madness~* PT 3

Word Count: 3.9K Pairings: First-year poly minus Ortho and Yuu Warnings: Near-death experiences, dead bodies mildly described, Swearing, Me typing out a country accent

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Epel tripped over the carcass the second he was within five feet of it, a feat that had him screeching in anger and punching the poor dead creature in frustration. After a quick and light lunch after cleaning, skinning and prepping the deer meat into a large stew pot to come back to they returned to the wilderness to search around the island more. Yuu had gleefully pointed out a small family of deer scampering away into the brush.

“Oh, wow! Look there are deer here. We didn’t see any of them looking around yesterday.” Yuu cupped their hands around their mouth, shouting after the deer, “Apologies! We killed your dad and gonna have him for dinner!”

Ace scoffed, glaring at the back of Yuu’s head before elbowing them in the side, “Don’t involve us. Plus, we didn’t even kill that deer, why are you making it our fault!?”

“Ok, but you agree we prepped that deer for dinner.”

Jack spoke up, Epel on his shoulders to avoid him tripping and falling on every try root, “No, we watched you and Epel skin a deer with a kitchen knife like you were skinwalkers on a time crunch. It was horrifying.”

Epel snorted, gently tugging on the beastman’s ear, “We were. We had ta get that meat into the pot for stew.”

Sebek spoke from the front, eyes laser-focused on the area in front of them with the axe firm in his hands, “It’s warm here, we would have had only an hour at most before the deer’s innards burst and ruined the meat.”

“Don’t be on their side.” Jack sighed, ears trying to fold against his head only for Epel to keep them up straight.

“I just think it was rude that we put its skull on top of the house…” Deuce looked behind them to the house, knowing there was now a skinned buck’s head resting over the front door of the cabin, “It looked cool, but it’s kind of disrespecting the dead, isn’t it?”

Ace scoffed, kicking a rock and jumping onto a downed tree, holding his arms out as he walked down the log, “Deuce, we’re eating its ribs tonight. At least we’re trying to use every part of it-AH, WHOA!”

Everyone watched in horror as Ace tilted into the bush, the redhead disappearing through the leaves as he kept yelling but his voice grew farther and farther.

“ACE!?”

They all rushed forward, poking their heads through the bush to see Ace at the bottom of a hidden hill and rubbing the back of his head at the edge of a ditch. Carefully sliding down the hill, everyone else crowded around Ace. Jack kneeled down to make sure Ace didn’t manage to break the skin on his head.

Yuu looked into the ditch, nose scrunching up as the smell really hit them. Rancid and thick, a part of them wondered if they were about to see another dead deer. Instead, they felt something grip their heart and mind. Their eyes widen at seeing two very human bodies laying face down in the ditch. Looking the corpses over, the other first-years slowly realizing what was in the ditch as well. Yuu felt their eyes roaming the bodies, long starry purple hair with a sun and moon tattoo on the back of their neck. The other body having a ornatly woven colorful bracelet, now soaked with blood and nearly black in areas.

Yuu took in a shuddering breath, taking only half a step away from the ditch before falling to their knees, “O-oh, God. Fuck! Ah! Aaaaah!?”

Sebek had moved to stabilize the human, eyes looking at them in concern, “Yuu!? What's wrong? Why are you reacting like this!?”

“I don’t know!?” They clutched at their chest, panic and anguish seeming to hit them full force for no reason. Only when they feel tears start to run down their cheeks do they yell again, “What the fuck!? I don't know these people!”

“Oh…wait, what if it's your character who's supposed to know them?” Deuce frowned, looking over the edge of the ditch at the poor people. It made his stomach roll, the very idea of something like this happening to people in real life and them never being found. The only comfort he gained was the fact these people weren't real, and that he could look them up online later and see they were safe and alive.

Jack grunted, his ears folded back as he angled his body away from the massacre, “Do you think…they're Arnold and Lucy? They had to of come to the island before us to clean the cabin and the killer got them…”

Yuu wiped at the tears running down their face, sniffling and letting Sebek help them to their feet, “That sucks…they were literally just doing their job and they gotta be gutted for that? This killer hates the working class.”

Ace huffed, shaking his head and giving the ditch one last pitying glance before moving to walk away, “Are you sure I'm comic relief? You've been acting like a clown since you opened your mouth…”

“Oh, shut up-AH!”

Everyone turned back around just in time to see Yuu slipping down the ditch and disappearing over the dirt ledge. Sebek's face was one of pure horror that morphed into a mixture of apology and disgust. The others could only copy his face as Yuu started to scream in what could only be described as ‘enraged disgust’.

The master bath was a hot spot once they all returned to the cabin. Yuu had gracefully allowed Deuce to shower first, not wanting the other first-year to be forced to stand in a mildly bloody box.

Exhaustion of the day started to hit them all one after the other, hiking across the island for a second day in a row leaving them all tired and sore. The stew not helping to keep their eyes opened, everyone full and relaxing around the cabin.

Freshly de-oiled, Deuce hummed and looked into the darkening landscape. It was still light out, and not a sign of the killer just as there wasn't the day before. Thinking things over, it only made him more unsettled. He couldn't hear as well as Jack nor Sebek. But, Jack was guarding the bathroom door while Yuu washed the dirt and blood off of themselves and Sebek was already asleep on the couch.

Nodding his head he taps Ace's shoulder, gaining the sleepy heart soldier's attention, “I'm going to do a quick sweep outside, just to make sure nothing changed while we were gone today.”

In his half-asleep state, Ace just grumbled and nodded. The very idea of letting Deuce wander outside alone being the literal opposite of what they had all agreed on not crossing his mind.

No more than ten minutes later, Yuu and Jack walked down the stairs. Opening their mouth, Yuu's words didn't come out, quickly seeing they were down a firstie, “...Where's Deuce?”

Ace sat up from the couch, eyes wide as though if he opened them more he'd be able to find Deuce. Epel had turned from his trance-like state where he was washing their bowls in the sink, catching eyes with a now fully awake and panicking Ace.

“Fuck, h-he told me he was going to go check around the house, I didn't-”

The lights flicker. Everyone looking up at them, bulbs growing to a frantic pace before fully going dead and casting the cabin in shadows.

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Yuu looked to the pair of panicked firsties, “Did you fucking morons really let him walk out there ALONE!? He’s one of the hot ones; he’s a sitting duck out there!” They moved to the couch, slapping a drowsy Sebek on the back of his head to wake him up fully.

“Fuck-Deuce!? Deuce!?” Epel didn’t wait for anyone else to speak, rushing out of the cabin with his shovel and into the quickly darkening night, disappearing from view.

Groaning, Yuu held their head in their hands, “Oh god, they’re both out there now…”

Sebek quickly grabbed his axe, awake and standing at the door, eyes trying to look through the dusk in the hope of seeing either of his boyfriends, “Should we go after them?”

Ace spoke up, prepping himself along with Jack to go rushing out into the night, “They’ll…they’ll be fine, right? They’ve got their weapons and they’ll find each other.”

Yuu spoke, double checking their laces before grabbing their hoe, “I mean…Do you think they'll spontaneously start having sex?”

…

They all rushed toward the door, Jack muttering under his breath, “Yeah, we should find them-”

Yuu spoke, her tone with a slight mocking edge, “Yeah, we should find them.”

Deuce was turning to walk back to the cabin when he saw the lights go off from a distance. They wouldn’t have gone to bed without him, and the flickering of the lights was not a vote of confidence. Taking the gamble, he turned around and walked away from the cabin to retrace his steps to the off-sight electrical box. Now that the sun had truly set, his work was only lit by a bright full moon.

He bit his lip, looking over wires and switches. He wasn’t sure if it was from the poor lighting, but the writing on the labels was basically unreadable. Deuce still tried, though as he tried more and more solutions that yielded no results, he assumed that the electrical box was only for set dressing and wasn’t actually functional. Giving a big sigh, head hung low before he made the choice to give up. It was growing late and he needed to get back to his friends, lest his removal from the group kick-start the second act in a way.

Opening his eyes, picking his head up, he froze. The moon was his only light, a light that was…gone. He waited for a moment, praying it was only a cloud drifting overhead though he knew the night was both starless and cloudless. The ragged breathing behind him was his easy tell it was not a cloud.

Deuce tucked and rolled, jumping to his feet just in time to see the killer’s machete swinging down into the electrical box. He for a brief moment made a confused note on if the box was functional or not, the metal blade making it spark and flicker violently to show a large man in an old and blood stained jumpsuit. he wore a crude burlap sack with eyeholes cut out of it as a mask. The lumbering man turned his head toward him slowly, glowing red eyes, soulless yet wild at the same time. He pulled his weapon from the still-sparking electrical box and taking two big steps far too close to him.

“S-stay back!” Deuce dodged the next swing, the cold bite of the blade just barely missing his skin. He gritted his teeth, eyes moving around in an attempt to refind his location in the woods, planning to bolt the moment he could back to the house.

His luck quickly ran out, his foot bumping hard enough against a raised root that sends him falling onto his back. He tries to scramble away, only to feel the killer stomp a foot onto his bare chest in an effort to keep him still. The weight felt unbearable, the feeling of muddy and worn boots grinding rocks and twigs into his skin as he stared up at the killer.

The murderer leaned harder onto him, his arm raising high and poised to swing his blade down hard onto Deuce’s neck.

For a brief moment, Deuce wondered just what dying felt like, and he couldn’t help but agree with Yuu; who would ever find something like this entertaining? He closed his eyes, sucking in a breath he could barely get and bracing for the pain of his life ending.

Instead, he heard a familiar yell of rage followed by a hollow thud of metal contacting with a blunt object. The pressure moves off of his chest, giving him the chance to finally took a deep breath. Another thud sounds beside him, scrambling away to see the killer face down in the dirt before the rusted head of a shovel comes down on the back of his head. HARD.

Epel was all but growling, his hair wild and misted with sweat and forest debris. He brought the shovel over his head, swinging the blunt face to the back of the killer’s head a third time with even more force than the first two hits, “FUCKER!”

Deuce couldn’t help but flinch at every hit, a small part of him almost feeling bad as Epel basically turned the downed killer’s head into a jelly-filled sack, “Uh…Epel? I think you got him?”

Epel huffed, swinging down another time, “Ya gotta make sure, Ah ain’t gonna take the chance of this fucker getting back up!” It only took a moment of thought. Clicking his tongue, Epel changed the angle of the shovel bringing the sharp edge down in a stabbing motion.

Deuce wasn’t sure if it hit, but the wet-sounding crunch was more than he needed to know Epel had just stabbed the killer through the head with a shovel. He retched into the ground, gagging at the mental image he didn’t even see.

Shovel still in hand, Epel knelt to the ground, his free hand gently gripping onto Deuce’s shoulder, “Baby? Baby, ya ok? He didn’t hurt ya?”

“I’m…I’m ok…This is just…I didn’t think it would be this bad. It’s all kinda silly looking back but this is…Epel, this is way too…” Deuce had started to slowly turn back around, a hand braced against his no doubt bruising chest. His eyes widen in horror, prompting Epel to look behind him as well.

The killer was gone.

…

Epel’s grip on the shovel changes again, his eyes gaining a dangerous glint as he starts to scan around the dark, “Cabin. We’re going back to the cabin.”

Deuce could only nod, his hands shaking as he tried his best to wipe the cold mud off his chest.

Ace never liked feeling useless. It rarely came up since he didn’t try to throw himself into helping others around him, only the ones he dared to care about. But now, walking through the dark night of a fictional forest and sticking close to an axe-wielding Sebek, he felt painfully useless.

He walked closer, trying to keep up with the taller boy’s strides and whispers out, “Shouldn’t we be calling out for them? How are we going to find them if they can’t find us?”

Sebek didn’t look at Ace, keeping his eyes trained ahead of him and ears as perked as possible, “We can’t let the killer know we’re in the woods. It’s bad enough we’re not sure if Epel and Deuce are together, but it’s best if the killer isn’t aware we’re all out and about.”

“Ok, but-”

The faint sound of static broke out through the forest ambiance, a jolt going through both of them at the out-of-place noise. Sharing a look, the two walked closer to the sound of buzzing and stilted voices.

Walking through the brush, Ace and Sebek looked at an abandoned campsite in confusion. The site was obviously old, rusted camping gear, a sun-bleached tent with small holes in the side. The smell of rotted food only a faint odor.

The two only look around the camp for a few moments before the sound of glitched voices start again. Sebek stood guard at the tent as Ace crawled into the abandoned space.

“Oh! Sebek, there's like a radio here. Come see, it looks old as shit!”

Sebek harshly whispered, already crawling into the tent, “Stop yelling!” Looking at the radio, Sebek could only grimace, “By the Seven, it is old. Give me a moment I may be able to get this working again.”

Ace moved to the side, raising an eyebrow as the half-fae started to slowly twist dials, “How is it you know how to work an old radio like this?”

“It's a two-way radio. My grandfather and Lilia both had one similar back in the valley...Was easier then telephones for fae. Silver and I would make late night calls to each other as children once we learned how to work them…”

“Aw~.”

“Stop talking, I'm trying to focus.”

With every dial turn, more static played, only blips of voices lost in the fuzz until a familiar voice was heard.

“Hello!?”

“Ortho!?”

Sebek's slow movements sped up, trying to find the perfect frequency before picking up the receiver to speak, “Ortho! It's Sebek and Ace, are you alright?”

Even with the correct channel, Ortho sounded clipped and fuzzy, “There - much time. I'm in the - but I'm in the town. Make your - to the beach by the dock. I'm attempting to rent - boat. -ay safe. - let - be --------.”

Ace sighs as Sebek puts the receiver back on the line, “Ok, that's good at least, right? Ortho's here and he's trying to reach us.”

Sebek tries a few more times to find a viable station, only to grunt as nothing more than static plays, “It is, but it's concerning he hasn't been able to reach us in the first place. Renting a boat shouldn't be that difficult-.”

The pop of a branch outside sends them both into silence. They move slowly, crouched positions primed for running as the sound of footsteps grow closer through the static. Sebek manages a glance to Ace, the redhead nodded and already holding two of the flour bombs.

The footsteps stopped just outside their location, a brief moment of static-filled silence before red lights were suddenly visible through the small tear of the tent. The killer’s swing was quickly parried, Sebek raising his axe to block the machete blade cutting into the plastic film and forcing the killer’s stance off. While Sebek forced his way through the newly made hole of the tent, Ace was crawling his way out of its proper entrance. He stood to the side, watching in mild amazement as Sebek kept pace with a brick wall of a man swinging a machete with almost neck-breaking speed. But, the longer he watched, the more he realized that Sebek was slowly losing steam while the killer remained in perfect form.

Ace makes a quick survey of his surroundings, catching the tip of the cabin in the distance, he turns back to the fight in front of him. Once, Sebek had blocked another machete swing, the two locked in a standstill of trying to overpower the other, he yelled out, “Sebek! Sunny-side up!”

With an upthrust of his axe, Sebek quickly made his way between the killer’s legs and behind him. Before the killer could turn around or even swing downward at the speedy fae, Ace launched two of the flour bombs directly at the killer’s face in quick succession. As he coughed and sputtered in the cloud of flour, Sebek swung his axe directly into the man’s knee.

The two first-years didn’t stick around long, only for Ace to pause as the killer let out animalistic grunts and yells at the powder in his eyes and his unnaturally bent. He smirked, grabbing another egg and throwing it at the back of the man’s head. Three egg bombs used, Ace decided that was enough and followed after Sebek back to the cabin.

“DAMN IT!”

Jack turned around, sighing as another flock of deer ran past them both. Since they had entered the woods, they were constantly assaulted by the sounds of bushes rustling and twigs snapping. It had put the two of them on edge to the point Yuu had nearly decapitated at least two deer and Jack had actually punched a buck across the face.

Yuu braced against a tree, trying to control their breathing while Jack walked closer. Luckily, they had only jumped a little at the feeling of Jack’s hand gripping onto their shoulder, “These fucking deer, man…”

Looking around the woods, Jack’s ears swivel before he sighs again. Looking down at Yuu, he gently pulls them away from the tree and turns them around: “Our nerves are shot. I haven’t heard the others since we separated at the house. Let’s just head back to the cabin and regain our wits.”

“...Ok, yeah. That’s a good plan. I swear, the fact I pointed out how there were no deer around, the movie spawned in a whole population of them to spite me…”

Jack shrugs, huffing and following behind Yuu, “I wouldn’t be surprised at this point…”

They walked for only a few moments before the rustling in the bush started again. While Yuu had simply groaned, rolling her eyes and making a vague rude gesture over their shoulder to what they assumed to be a deer. Jack had smelled the faint scent of flour and garlic powder.

The beast men turned in time, the moonlight reflected off of the killer’s machete as he brought it down. Jack threw a left hook, metal bands slamming into the side of the blade to deflect its swing. With the opening, he threw a right hook directly into the killer's nose and sending him staggering back.

Yuu turned around at the sound of metal hitting metal, eyes widening in surprise as they saw Jack punch the killer in the face, “God damn, Jack.”

Jack kept himself in proper boxing position, bouncing on the balls of his feet, “Thanks; I started doing boxing with Vil again.”

And such training had clearly paid off. Jack ducked and weaved around the murder, forcing the machete away from him mid-swing by punching the side of the blade and delivering what would normally be devastating blows to the killer’s face and chest. Yuu did their best to stay to the side, not wanting to give their assailant the chance to grab at them or stand in Jack's way of swinging.

It all happened too quickly for either to stop. Though seemingly untired and unfazed by Jack's onslaught, the killer had grown frustrated with his lack of progress. Stepping back from one of Jack's punches, he grabbed hard onto his wrist and tugged him forward. It wasn't enough to truly budge him, but it give him clear enough space to swing his machete down onto Jack's forearm.

The yell Jack let out wasn't painful, but he assumed it was the fact he had adrenaline coursing through his now sliced-open veins. Blood sprayed out from his wound, a bright red shower in the moonlight when the killer pulled his blade out. Jack could only attempt to pull himself free, fearing the next swing would slice his arm in two.

Thankfully the next swing never came. Yuu had stepped into action the moment Jack had been hit. She swung her modified hoe, the short and cropped blade sinking firmly into the killer's neck. The attack made his grip loosen, letting Jack pull his gushing arm to his chest in an effort to stop the bleeding.

Yuu pulled their weapon from the killer's neck, dropping low and spinning to use the tool to sweep his legs from underneath him. Once on the ground, Yuu twirled the hoe over their head, bringing it down to the center of the killer’s forehead.

“Damn, Yuu.”

“Lilia's been showing me some stuff.” Pulling the hoe from the killer’s head, they swung one more time at his neck. Another deep cut to the other side of his neck, nearly decapiting the creature before they felt safe enough to turn their back on him.

Walking closer, they surveyed Jack's arm, “Ok, back to the house. That's bleeding way too much…”

“What about him?”

Looking over their shoulder, Yuu glared at the prone killer, “That's not enough to kill him but I don't think we could. Horror movie slashers can out-survive an atom bomb if you write they can.” Yuu pressed Jack's arm tighter to his chest, gently urging him back in the direction of the cabin, “Let's just head back and get you patched up.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst wonderland #yuu oc #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #ortho shroud #sebek zigvolt #twst first years #first year poly

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anton-luvr · 1 year ago

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best!friend sohee who gets jealous and pulls reader to the side, confessing he likes her ( it doesn't have to be but if you want could you make it tiny bit suggestive?

# DREAM COME TRUE.

𖦹 bestfriend!sohee x fem!reader | fluff & suggestive & a lil bit of angst 𖦹 note ; another day another sohee fic <3 ngl im quite proud with myself on this one... i hope u like it anon! + reqs are open! join my 100 followers event here !

The heat is almost unbearable as you clamber up to your attic.

Of all times to have a heatwave, Mother Nature just had to pull one while you were in the midst of moving out.

"Sohee! I need help with this box!" you yelled.

"Coming!" your best friend shouts in reply, running up the stairs.

"It's okay, I'll help you." Seunghan interjects, already at the entrance of the attic.

"Thanks," you sigh, smiling tiredly at your other best friend. "This one's insanely heavy."

Yet with complete ease, he lifts it up in his arms. "Don't worry about it," he assures you. "That's why I'm here to help anyway."

Sohee clears his throat, waiting impatiently at the bottom of the stairs. "Hey, she called for me first." he states.

"It's fine, I got it." Seunghan shrugs.

Sohee scoffs.

He knows that Seunghan's your childhood best friend, but Sohee really disliked him.

"Are you gonna take this box with you?" Seunghan sets the dusty box down, sneezing as the dust billows in his face.

The snicker on Sohee's face is rubbed right off when he sees you rub Seunghan's shoulder with a soft, "Bless you!".

"I don't know," you hummed. "Let me check what's inside of it first."

A surprised gasp escapes your lips when you're met by the sight of countless Polaroids and stacks of photo albums.

"Seunghan, look!" you say excitedly, pulling one out. "It's photos from that beach trip when we were in third grade!"

The elder sits closer to you, a fond smile of surprise and awe on his face as he rests his head on your shoulder.

"Wow, that was so long ago." he murmurs.

Sohee scrunches his nose in jealousy, sitting beside you.

"See, I told you that you dropped my pizza!" you laughed, pointing at a photo of a nine-year-old you wailing beside Seunghan, a slice of pizza by your feet while he smiled sheepishly.

"You owe me one now." you teased, pinching his arm lightly.

"Fine, fine." he agrees, jokingly rolling his eyes.

As if your stomach was listening to the conversation, it growled. "It's a sign," you say confidently. "You need to buy pizza for our lunch now."

Seunghan giggles at you as he gets up. "What do you want?" he asks, dusting off his jeans.

"Anything's fine." you say absentmindedly, back to flipping through another photo album.

He hums in response, walking downstairs. "I'll be back in half an hour!" he shouts, before closing the door behind him and driving off to the local Domino's.

"He didn't even ask if I wanted any!" Sohee complains. "He kinda sucks, Y/N."

You click your tongue, hitting his shoulder. "He'll get some for you, don't worry."

He's about to argue with you again when you cut him off short, holding up a polaroid to his face.

"Look, isn't this cute? It's me and Seunghan at prom!"

It is a cute picture, but Sohee boils with jealousy when he sees Seunghan's arms around your waist.

He has to fight the urge to make a sarcastic remark, because this was probably the only time he was going to get alone with you today.

"Yeah, it's cute." he agrees, forcing a smile.

If he had to look at another photo of you and Seunghan being cute together, he thinks he's going to be sick.

"Hey, why not we go downstairs and watch a movie?" the boy suggests.

Thankfully, your eyes light up at his suggestion, nodding readily.

By the time Seunghan makes it back, the both of you are already halfway through 'Finding Nemo'.

"You're back!" you cheer, getting up to help him with the pizzas.

Sohee sighs for the umpteenth time, lazily getting off the couch and trailing into the kitchen.

He's not sure what he's exactly upset about.

If anything, he's not even sure if he's upset or insecure.

Because for almost a year, Sohee had been crushing on you.

He loved your smile. He loved the way you were always so positive and practical about things. He loved you.

But to suddenly see this handsome, smart, and funny guy who happened to be your childhood best friend get all touchy and close with you made him feel like he stood no chance in comparison.

"Sohee," you call, holding plates. "You good?"

"Yup," Sohee lies, mustering another fake smile. "Just thinking about something."

"Here, take this slice." Seunghan says, putting a slice of Hawaiian pizza on your plate.

"You still remember my favorite, huh?" you chuckle.

"I remember your favorite too!" Sohee suddenly shouts.

He had gotten up so abruptly from his seat that the chair toppled over, startling you even more. His face was as red as the tomato sauce on the pizza, his eyes wide and his fists clenched.

"Are you oka-"

"N-No, I'm not okay. Can I talk with you upstairs for a while?" he manages to say, a mix of anger and adrenaline rushing through his system.

Seunghan stares at the both of you warily as you make your way upstairs after Sohee.

"I think you should go," you mouth to Seunghan.

He flashes you a thumbs up, packing up some pizza for himself to take home.

The soft clicking of your front door closing after Seunghan leaving is the same time when Sohee flops down on your bed, burying his face in his hands.

"Hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?" you ask, worried.

He stays silent.

"You've been upset ever since Seunghan came over." you say, sitting down beside him.

"Well, because I like you!" he blurts.

Neither of you says another word, merely staring at each other in surprise.

Sohee wants to facepalm himself, because this was definitely not the way he wanted to confess to you.

But since he already did, he might as well salvage whatever he could, continue, and hope for the best.

"I really like you, Y/N." he starts. "And I'm upset because you seem so much closer with Seunghan, and he's so much handsomer and funnier than me, and I was wondering if you liked him or whether he liked you, because it seemed like it."

He's breathless by the end of his ramble, contributing to how red his face was.

"I know that's really immature of me, but I really like you so much. I wanna be with you," he continues earnestly. "I wanna be the one who makes you laugh like that, the one who can look after you, the one who treats you better than anyone else can."

Your heart melts at his words, and you gently stroke his cheek.

"Sohee, you always have." you whisper, taking his hands into yours.

"Really?" he mutters.

You nod, squeezing his hand. "And don't worry about Seunghan. I only see him as a friend, that's all. It's the same for him too. We just grew up together that way."

Sohee lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, a sense of relief washing over him.

"Besides," you add. "I like cute boys over handsome boys."

His eyes widen, hoping you meant what he thought you meant.

"Yeah, I like you too." you giggled, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

Sohee's eyes widen even more, and he thinks they just might pop out of his head.

"Did you just kiss me?" he mumbles, frozen in disbelief.

The smile on your face falters, and you worry you took it too far.

"I'm so sorry, are you uncomfortable with that?"

Sohee doesn't even waste time on his words, opting to show you his reply to that instead.

He kisses you again, so full of passion and love while he pulls you in closer to him by the waist. You wrap your arms around his neck, eyes shut as you take in how his lips felt against yours.

You always found his lips pretty, but to feel them against yours was something else.

The warmth of his tongue, the softness of his lips, the comfortingly musky scent of his sweater, and the flavor of his vanilla chapstick were enough to make your head spin.

Somewhere through the kiss, Sohee ended up lying down while you stayed on top of him, both your lips and tongues never separated.

"I think we need to stop." he suddenly says, breathless as he reluctantly pulls away.

"W-What? Why?" you ask, already missing kissing him.

"If we keep going, I think we're gonna end up doing more than just kissing." he pants.

It takes you a while to get what he means, but you really don't care when you do.

"I'm fine with anything as long as it's with you." you mumble, trying to kiss him again.

"Are you sure?" Sohee asks, dodging your kiss. He didn't want to pressure you into anything; your comfort was going to always be his first priority.

"More than sure, babe." you whisper against his lips.

Sohee's heart almost explodes at the new term, smiling as he lets you lead the kiss.

It was all a dream come true for him, with the girl of his dreams.

#riize #riize fics #riize fluff #riize sohee #riize icons #riize moodboard #kpop #kpop fluff #kpop fics #riize seunghan #riize angst #riize smut

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bisexual-horror-fan · 1 year ago

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It happened. Let's talk about it under the fucking cut.

Hello! I am here to regale you with the tale of how my Saturday at Fan Expo went! So it started with how I could not fucking sleep the night before. Fitful, I kept waking up over and over and finally got out of bed before nine. I hung around for a while, did a face mask, painted my nails, showered, got ready and into my fit for the day. We departed slightly after noon and grabbed some food and made our way to Toronto. We get there and park in the usual place and make the couple block hike to the convention centre, the check in process went smoothly and then, it was time to shop around.

We went from the North building to the South building, much more interested in checking out niche’ vendors and artists’ alley, I was in there for less than an hour before I had to break away to run to the photo op. Mr.Bex gives me a kiss on the cheek and told me, “Try not to cum in front of them.”

“Easier said than done!” I called as I run off. Now, last year it took me forever to get back to the North building, so I left with an hour before my time I had to be there. On the way, I see a Ghostface in a very cute almost magical girl outfit, short flouncy skirt and a bedazzled pink mask. I am looking at them, they see me looking, and they give me a pose and a peace sign, I grin and give one back, a super fun moment. I get to the North building and the photo op space in less than twenty minutes. So that means I get to toddle around the dealers floor. I do so, take in some cosplays, contemplate some purchases, they had an old full sized classic Scream one poster for twenty bucks, but I passed on it.

Finally, it’s time to go get into the actual line. I’m in line 13, in the first group for the Matt and Skeet time slot, and I made like six friends while in line. Everyone was very into my outfit, one girl had a tattoo on her arm that said, “My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me.” We were all losing it. Another girl was there with her partner and she was in a 600 dollar custom fitted movie accurate Ghostface costume, with the glitter fabric and all, it was shockingly impressive. She especially liked my shirt and was impressed by the fact I made it, and asked aloud, “Why don’t they make shirts like those and sell them?” I laughed and told her, “Well, I’ve considered it, I won’t lie.”

It is a surreal experience listening to this assortment of hot gothy early twenty-something scream fans, many who came from whole provinces away just for this, just to be here for them, talking about how hot they are and how down bad they are while I stand next to them, having written a couple of hundred thousand words about the characters they love in question. I almost told em I wrote fic, almost.

While waiting around, Matt ended up coming out into the line-up space?! There was a fan in a wheelchair, and he wheeled em back personally while chatting them up and giving high-fives, he was five feet from me. The photo op starts late, I don’t care, it’s fine. We scan tickets, drop bags and then are in the same curtained off space as them, they let in small groups at a time to keep it moving smoothly. My heart is fucking pounding. We make it back, there was a family in front of me, their middle kid was dressed as Ghostface and their baby was in a scooby doo onesie and Matt held him for the picture, so cute.

Our especially extra Ghostface friend from the line was right in front of me, and then it’s my turn. I make sure my extra shirt is pulled to the side, Two Boys Are Better Than One proudly displayed, and I move. I greet them with a “Hi!”

Skeet gave me a very cool sounding “Hey” and Matthew made eye contact with me and gave me a polite nod with a, “Hello.” That I can only say was said in a very him way.

I asked, as I was moving in, “Can I be in the middle?”

And Matt had this expression with that sort of half smile he does, brows pinched together as he nods, telling me like it should be obvious, “Oh of course.”

I get in between them, and Matt’s hand is on my shoulder, Skeet’s hand is on my lower back and my hand is on Matt’s lower back and my other hand holding onto Skeet’s side (and fucks sake he is firm.)

I got an extra second because the photographer directed me to lower my head, so I wouldn’t get glasses glare, I assume. I revel in the extra seconds and contact, the picture is snapped, and I break away, without thinking I sort of pat Skeet’s side, and he returns the gesture and tells me, “Good job.”

Skeet fucking Ulrich told me good job.

Bury me now. I am done for.

I get my bag, I get my picture, I get it framed, and I go find Mr.Bex. He and I leave the con, we get back to our car, and then go to a tattoo shop where my friend Mel gave me my You Might Be The Killer tattoo. We drove home, I slammed several slices of pizza, and now I am writing this for you!

It was. Fucking amazing, I loved it so much, it was more than worth every penny. Now I can officially say, I am That Cunt that wore a shirt baring my super pornographic smut fic’s title on my tits while getting a picture with the two guys who inspired it all.

And speaking of inspiration, just you wait to see the fic I am going to write after this.

#TBABTO #Two Boys Are Better Than One #FOR LIFE #BHF face #I had SUCH a good day #FUCK #I AM SO DEAD

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nerdyjournals · 8 months ago

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SCORPIUS

Genre: mystery

Y/N Notes: they/them, female presenting

Ship: DECIDED BUT SECRET

Summary: After one friend is reported dead and the other reported missing, the remaining 7 have to put together their last actions in order to figure out what happened.

The group settled back into their seats as their phones dinged with a new message.

"How do we even know this is Minho?" Seungmin asked. "For all we know, this could be someone using his phone."

"But what if it's not?" Jisung hummed. "He may not be as active as we are, but I know Minho. If he's pressed for time, he's sending everything at once."

"What about these errands?"

"Y/N always talked about her G.O.D bag and Info-folder anytime she was about to go somewhere sketchy or meet a date off the internet. She drilled it into our heads every single time."

"G.O.D bag?" Felix asked.

"It's her Get-Outta-Dodge Bag. It has clothes, toiletries, and copies of all her documents in case she couldn't take them."

"As cool as it is they're prepped for doomsday, I think we're overlooking the high implications of something," Jeongin said as they turned to him. "Y/N's alive."

"If she's alive, where is she?" Felix turned to Chan. "Any ideas?"

Chan wasn't listening. His fingers were already typing in the number. His heart pounded against his chest, feeling like it was trying to burst with all the anxiety and worry filling him.

His laughter confused them. They couldn't understand how he was so giddy right now.

"Chan?" Jeongin caught his attention again. "What's our next move?"

"Do what he says." He slid his phone down the table, letting them all read it as relief began to fall on their faces. "We're about to play a game."

Felix and Seungmin pulled up to the Han River, silently scratching their heads. The place had over one dozen tteokbokki stands. How were they supposed to find the right one?

"Anything?" Seungmin asked, pulling out his phone.

"Nothing yet." Felix looked around before scrolling through Y/N's social media again. There wasn't much to work off of, but he believed there to be a hint hidden in there. "There!" He pulled up a photo. "It's the stand near the bridge."

"How certain are you?"

"Like 70%."

Their feet slapped against the pavement as they ran towards their next clue.

An older woman was closing up her stand for a break as they approached. Seeing their frazzled look, she waved them down and held out a small laptop case.

"You two are friends with Y/N, yes?" She asked as they nodded. "Her boy came and said you would be by for this. Told me to tell you 'fruit cove' too. Whatever that means."

"Thank you ma'am." Seungmin said, as Felix took the case. "Enjoy the rest of your day."

They walked back up to their car, settling in before Felix looked into the bag and pulled out a file.

"Min, you're gonna want to see what they put in here."

Han rocked on his feet half an hour later, watching as trains roared through the station. Y/N's duffle hung from his shoulder, filled with all her essential G.O.D items.

Someone tapped his shoulder. He froze before recognizing the familiar pattern being pressed into the muscle.

Turning around, he felt relief as Minho stood there with his hands in his pockets. The man was covered in bruises; one stemming from his left cheek bone and another blooming around his right eye. His knuckles were wrapped in gauze that still had speckles of blood covering them.

"Are you okay?" That was the first question out of Jisung's mouth. "How's Y/N?"

"They're safe. Alive and safe." He watched Jisung deflate with a deep exhale before holding out on arm. "Come here."

The boy melted into his side.

"You guys are gonna give Chan gray hair."

"Too late. I've seen them." They laughed as Minho took hold of the bag. "I gotta go. Y/N needs me."

"Why can't we go with you?"

"The less people who know about her right now, the better. Besides me, it's only her family and now you guys. Which brings me to the most important thing I'll say today," he grabbed Jisung by the face to make him pay attention, "DO NOT talk about them out loud after leaving here today. Someone is looking to finish what they started and if they do, it won't be pretty for anyone."

"Can you at least tell me why the secrets?"

"Not right now. Just go to the fruit cove with the others when you can, okay?"

With one more pat on Jisung's head, Minho went to board a waiting train and disappeared into the distance.

The boy on the platform reached up to tug at the chain around his neck. It brought him a sort of comfort to feel the two magnets on the side of the charm, knowing exactly who wore the matching pieces.

'Fruit cove,' he mouthed before gasping out in realization.

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buckets-and-trees · 1 year ago

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Good Luck

Collection: Buck's Eleven Characters/Pairings: Steve and the team Word Count: 620 Summary: The team gets a double dose of news with less than an hour to go before the big heist.

Logistical Notes: All you need to know is Bucky and Steve put together a team to knock over a casino New Year's Eve 1960. None of the pieces in Buck's Eleven have to be read in order, though they do tie together. You will see some familiar dialogue in here borrowed from Avengers Endgame.

COLLECTION: Buck's Eleven | Bookings and Rings

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“I’m sorry, did I miss something?”

Everyone in the room turns to look at Peter.

“Bucky’s been arrested?”

“Yeah,” Steve responds.

“And you don’t find this concerning?”

“No, why would it be concerning?”

“We’re 45 minutes from call time and you don’t find this concerning?”

The truth is Peter is not the only one who’s got concerns, but the others were split on various levels between alarm and trusting Steve’s calm, and it’s just that Peter was the only one to voice it in the group.

“No. We’re a group of highly competent professionals. Shouldn’t be a problem.”

“O…kay.”

“Maybe we should discuss some realignment though,” Sam says.

“Sure, but you’re still with the kid.”

“I’m not a kid,” Peter scoffs. “I’m twenty-five.”

“And it’s real cute,” Fury offers from a few feet behind him.

Peter jumps, not knowing the older man had been standing directly behind him. “Torres is only eighteen months older than me.”

Joaquin flashes him an apologetic grin and can only shrug.

“Right,” Steve turns to Joaquin. “You think you can cover Buck’s role?”

He blinks for just one second, then answers, “Sure. Absolutely.”

“And look, Pete,” Steve turns back to their grease man. “I want you to know I appreciate you voicing your concern. It shows a genuine commitment to open communication, and that’s a highly undervalued currency.”

The door to the suite bursts open with Scott tumbling in, a briefcase in his left hand. “I don’t know if you’re going to like this news, but the Prince of Wakanda just touched down at the airport with car service requested for The Riviera.”

“Seems His Royal Highness must be a fan of boxing.”

“Okay, I don’t love Buck arrested, but royalty in town and at The Riv? That puts an additional twenty armed security on the ground, easily,” Clint chimes in.

“Not including his personal guard detail of likely four Dora Milaje,” Tony adds, a shit-eating grin on his face as he looks up at Steve from where he’s preparing a martini at the bar cart.

Steve looks from Tony to Nat, who shrugs an easy shoulder, completely unconcerned.

“Shouldn’t be a problem,” Steve counters. He waits for another moment, his eyes make a concentrated sweep across the room, studying the faces of each of the other nine.

No one says a word.

“Right then, this is it. We have a chance to take down the house. You know your teams, you know your missions. No mistakes, no do-overs. Most of us are going places we know, doesn’t mean we should know what to expect. Be careful. Look out for each other. This is the job of our lives, and we’re gonna win, whatever it takes.” Steve let’s half a second sit comfortably in the air. “Good luck.”

With that, the team disburses - all except Fury, who’s looking at Steve, cigar perched in his left hand, looking at Steve.

Steve sighs and puts his hands on his hips, leaning his weight to his left leg, and cocks his head slightly. “Well?”

“Don’t look at me, you and Buck put this operation together this time, this is your team, I’m just here to play my little part and pay the bills.”

Steve nods. “It’ll work.”

“Course it will. And if it doesn’t, we’ll be surrounded by friends in the state pen.”

Steve cracks a wry smile. “As if you’d stay more than a night.”

“I can’t help that I’m very well connected and richer than the rest of you.”

Steve’s smile turns to a smirk. “But you haven’t got any other friends.”

“Which is why I’d get all of you knuckleheads out pretty quickly. Now let’s go take all of Pierce’s money and put a black mark on his reputation.”

COLLECTION: Buck's Eleven | Bookings and Rings

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t-0ne25 · 11 months ago

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“I can’t sleep until I feel your touch.” — Option B1.1: Amethyst

[Make sure to please read Chapter 25 of Red Lights first, before you continue.]

As soon as you take another glimpse at the amethyst necklace again, you get thrown back to last afternoon. The purple dress. How he told you about his feelings. The kiss the two of you shared. Nothing comes close to that moment you had together. Fuck. You could have and should have realised so much sooner.

He was the first one you chose on this show, so he for sure will be your choice in the end, too. You head towards the cash desk, bringing the amethyst jewellery with you.

“This one, please,” you tell Lia while reaching for your wallet.

“The colour suits you,” she compliments you, while letting you pay and carefully putting the necklace into a small paper bag.

“Chan said the same,” you say, not really thinking about it.

Lia chuckles, “Are you guys finally a couple?”

“W-What?”

She rolls her eyes, finding it adorable that you don’t quite catch what she means, “Come on, when you entered the store with that bridal attire I thought you were running away from a spontaneous wedding into the arms of Chan. You’ve always had this certain chemistry that you usually only see in movies.”

Is this a sign? This is for sure a sign, right?

You grab the paper bag and put your wallet back into your purse.

“You’re right. I have to go, thank you, Lia.”

Rushing out the store, you almost stumble over your own feet and the ridiculously long white dress.

“Uhm, yeah sure, have a nice day!”

Half an hour later, you find yourself at the company Chan works at, knowing he will be there. Your expectations turn out to be true, when one of the assistants allows you entrance. Opening the door to his studio, you see him inside of it, big headphones covering his ears.

Still, he notices your presence, as he lays them aside, “Y/N… is everything alright? Why are you here?”

“You’re gonna be a lucky husband one day, Chan,” you boldy announce.

He looks at you confused, “What do you mean?”

“As long as you make me your wife, of course,” you add, shrugging your shoulders.

Chan gets up from his seat, shaking his head in disbelief. Long strides bring him closer to you. He’s a little puzzled why you’re in a wedding dress but he guesses it must be because of the show. Shit—did you really come to the studio right after quitting? You didn’t stay there till the end, right? It’s way too early for that. You were supposed to come back to Seoul tomorrow.

“Are you playing with me?” he asks, blinking twice.

“I would never, baby,” you reply, tilting your head.

His mouth falls agape, “Fuck… How… Why?”

“I made the wrong decision,” you admit. “I shouldn’t have let you go. No, screw that—I shouldn’t have said some shit like ‘what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas’ when our moment hasn’t left my heart since then.”

A bright smile appears on his face, when he listens to your words, simultaneously pulling you closer as he grabs you by the hips.

“We’re idiots, aren’t we?”

“Absolute idiots,” you giggle. Your eyes flicker down to his lips and his gaze does the same with yours. “Just kiss me, Christopher.”

His mouth crashes into your own then, when he starts kissing you. A thousand fireworks are shooting through your veins, when he’s with you like this. You wonder if you would have made different decisions if you allowed him to kiss you that night in Vegas, but this doesn’t matter now anymore. All that counts is that you’re together with him.

“It’s always been you, baby, all this time,” Chan says in between kisses. He guides you towards the sofa inside his studio, before he sinks down and pulls you with him. You land on his lap, your lips staying connected with his throughout all time.

“It’s always been you, too, even before that night,” you confess.

“If that stupid red car appeared at the first try, you’d already be my spouse, hm?”

You keep kissing him, when he has you in his hold like that. It feels good to be with him. It feels as if it’s meant to be, after all.

“We’ve got all time now, baby,” you reassure him.

Chan adores it when you use that pet name for him—it makes his heart melt and his knees all wobbly. Although, you manage to have that effect on him at all times, really.

He suddenly changes the course, when he picks you up by the hips and lays you onto the couch. Now hovering above you, his lips travel further down. The irony that you’re wearing what looks like a fucking wedding dress, is insane. When Chan pulls the fabric over your head, revealing the red lingerie underneath, another thing gets spotted by his eyes.

“Is that an amethyst?” he asks.

You giggle, placing the gemstone between two of your fingers, “Hm, same colour as the dress you chose for me.”

“You’re insane,” he lets out, once again in disbelief. This all feels like a dream except for the fact that it isn’t. It’s all real.

“Insane for you, yes,” you chuckle.

Chan helps you out of your bra next, before he hovers his black sweater over his head. The contrast is almost hilarious—the elegant white dress that’s by now discarded somewhere on the floor and his simple but comfy clothes on top of it.

His kisses enlighten on your skin again and he wanders further south, brushing over your breasts, taking one of your sensitive buds into his mouth, while the other one is pinched between his fingers.

“Let me get a taste of you, yeah? How’s that sound, babygirl?” he asks.

“Fucking perfect,” you reply, parting your legs for him.

“Make yourself comfortable, hm?”

You nod, as you allow him to take your panties off of you. A whiff of your scents enters his nostrils and he feels himself drooling at the thought of finally having you under him like this. Oh, how much he wanted to eat you out that night. Do even more. And start right again when the two of you woke up the next day.

His fingers spread your pussy lips apart, giving his tongue better access to your clit. A string of saliva hits you, although this isn’t even necessary—you’re already drenched for him, absolutely soaking wet because he’s so close to you.

The kitten licks soon turn into Chan making out with your pussy, as two of his fingers gently push into your hole, all effortlessly. He stretches you out perfectly, scissoring you open. Shit—you’re not gonna last long, that’s for sure. You should have done this back then, should have waited for another stupid red car to drive around the corner and then spread your legs for your best friend in that hotel in Vegas.

When Chan curls his fingers unexpectedly, you already envision yourself seeing stars very soon and when a few more encouraging words leave his lips, you cum all over him, coating his fingers and tongue in your juices. Your best friend helps you through your high, before he takes his time to lick both your pussy and his fingers clean.

“That was… unbelievable,” you say in between heavy breaths, trying to calm down a little.

A gentle kiss gets placed on top of your forehead, before you watch Chan walk towards his backpack that’s at the other side of his room.

“What are you doing?” you ask, balancing yourself on your elbows.

“Grabbing a condom,” he lets you know.

You gulp, “Uhm… you know, we don’t have to use one. I’m on the pill.”

Chan knows you’re on birth control. He’s your best friend and usually has to remind you to take it on time thanks to how forgetful you can get, especially when being stressed. But this is insane. The fact you’re gonna let him fuck you raw, lets him fear that he might just cum in his pants.

“Alright then,” he says, before letting the wrapper fall somewhere on the ground, out of sight now. You chuckle because of his excitement, waiting for him to come back.

“Chan…” you whisper, while he’s busy getting rid of the rest of his clothes.

“Yeah, baby?” he asks, back on the couch now.

“I need you… so much…”

“Sure, darling,” he chuckles. “Can you turn around for me?”

You do as you’re told, getting on all fours for him. Chan places a pillow between your head and the armrest for a little bit of comfort, before he aligns his hard cock with your entrance. He pushes himself inside, centimetre after centimetre. Due to his size, you’re glad he’s prepared you so well.

Chan starts with slow movements but once he hears you moaning his name, drooling all over the soft cushion underneath, he picks up his pace a little. One of his hands is placed on your ass cheek, spanking you whenever you clench around him. The other one is at your neck, keeping you in the position he wants you in.

“Fuck– Chan–“ is all you’re able to let out. His hand wanders away from your ass, sneaking between your legs from the front instead—he starts playing with your clit, chuckling right into your ear, when he feels you get closer so soon again.

“Come on, be a good girl and give me another one,” he whispers.

“Chan– I can’t it’s–“ your body feels possessed by the sensations he’s giving you.

“Oh, you can. I know you can, darling,” he encourages you, while fucking ever deeper into you, railing you into oblivion.

You hastily nod, “Yes– okay, God, right there, please, please, please–“

A few seconds later, your second orgasm takes over you. You drown out your noises, when you scream right into the pillow. Chan has different plans, though, when he slowly pulls you away from it, wanting to listen to your sinful noises.

“Let me hear you, baby.”

He helps you through your high, feeling himself getting closer. Your name slips from his lips like a mantra, before he pulls out of you and his seeds land on your ass and lower back. He is quick to bring an old shirt to clean you, before he hands you some fresh clothes that he has at the studio as well as a bottle of water.

“Uhm… the… the microphone was still on,” Chan says, when he takes a look at all the equipment, seeing a little red light blinking.

“I think we’re used to that by now. Feel free to use it for one of your songs,” you tell him.

He’s gonna faint anytime soon, if you keep going like this.

“God, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.” Chan slips into his clothes, too. “Let me turn all the devices off and then I’ll take you out for a date, okay?”

“Okay.”

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the-name-is-z · 4 months ago

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SKELETONS | ch. 44

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Summary: While in pursuit of the vehicle that took Beth, Iris and Daryl encounter another group of survivors with unorthodox methods. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; threats; sexual harassment; injury; discussions of maiming others; general discomfort

Chapter 44 - Alone, Not Alone

Iris and Daryl ran for hours. The sun had risen and they were still running down the dirt road in the direction Beth had gone. When they got tired, they jogged, and then walked, but they did not stop until it was well past noon. They met a four way intersection, the road to the left intersected by train tracks. Both of them were dripping in sweat, panting, their fear palpable. Daryl dropped his crossbow, plopping down in the middle of the road. Iris knelt beside him, a hand on his shoulder.

“We can’t stop.” She said softly. There was no way to know which way they went, but they had to try. “Make our best guess.”

“Our best guess?” Daryl yelled, looking up at her. There was fury in his eyes, but behind it was just sadness. Iris knew his anger was not directed at her, and she sighed, head hanging.

“What the hell else can we do?” She nearly whispered. Daryl dropped his head too, adjusting something on his boot.

Iris had sat down beside him after a few minutes, hugging her knees to her chest while she waited for him to get his bearings. If they didn’t move, they made no progress, but at least they weren’t losing progress. They sat there for about half an hour, Iris realized as she glanced halfheartedly at her watch.

She stilled, however, as a loud group of slow footfalls echoed down the road. They were loud, slow, but not dragging, and accompanied by soft muttering between men. Not walkers. There were six of them, and as soon as they got near enough, surrounded both Daryl and Iris. Neither of them made any movements, keeping their heads on as they silently assessed the situation. Perhaps these were the assholes that took Beth.

One of them, presumably the leader, stepped particularly close, a shotgun hanging from a strap over his arm. He didn’t aim it at them, but he had no need when the five others had their own weapons trained on them. At least two were armed with compound bows. Iris inwardly frowned. A bullet would hurt less.

“Well, lookie here.” The first man said, calling to the others. “Hello there, kitten.” He took two steps closer, bending down to pick up the crossbow, when Daryl socked him across the face. The others surrounding them raised their weapons, but Iris and Daryl were already on their feet. Iris had her knives at the ready as Daryl knocked the man down, peering down the scope of his crossbow. “Damn it, hold up!” He pleaded, holding one hand to his bleeding nose.

“I’m claiming the vest! I like them wings.” One man called, adjusting his bow.

“You’re claiming the vest? I’m claiming the girl.” Another called, his eyes raking up and down Iris, even as she bared her teeth at him. “I like her spunk.”

“Oh, she’s gonna like my—“

“Hold up.” The first man repeated firmly, wiping the blood from his face. He started chuckling, laughing loudly as he pushed to his feet. “A bowman! I respect that. See, a man with a rifle, he could have been some kind of photographer or soccer coach back in the day. But a bowman’s a bowman through and through. What you got there, a hundred fifty pound draw weight? I’ll be donkey licked if that don’t fire at least 300 feet per second. I’ve been looking for a weapon like that. Course, I’d want one with a bit more ammo, and minus the oblongata stains.”

“Get yourself in some trouble, partner?” The second man, the one with the bow, chuckled, the one who wanted Daryl’s vest.

“You pull that trigger, these boys are gonna drop you several times over.” The leader warned nonchalantly, staring down the loaded bolt. “Though, then I’d have no control over what they’d do to your woman, there. That what you want? Come on, fella, suicide is stupid. Why hurt yourself when you can hurt other people?” Iris’ lip curled at that. “Name’s Joe.”

“Daryl.” He replied lowly. Daryl slowly lowered the crossbow, the other men turning their guns to Iris.

“Put the knives down, sweetheart. Don’t wanna ruin that pretty face.” The third man suggested, taking a step closer. Iris was thankful Daryl stood steadfast at her back. She lowered the knives, flipping one in between her fingers before sheathing it, a small, silent threat. The others lowered their weapons, Joe smiling and nodding as he stared at them.

Iris and Daryl did not sleep. How could they? Even when the little group set up a camp in the woods, surrounding themselves with barbed wire and tin can alarm systems, even when every single one of the bastards went to sleep around them. Daryl tried to convince Iris to close her eyes, but she refused to leave him alone with them. Not when they were the type of people the two of them suspected they were. It wasn’t exactly safer for them to stay with this group, but they would. For now.

In the morning, they stepped out, leaving the most of their things with the group. Iris followed Daryl as he trekked, not far, to find something for them to eat. She almost stayed with their things, to make sure they wouldn’t be stolen, but she had a feeling Joe wouldn’t allow that. And she had no intention of placing herself among them, alone.

Just as Daryl loosed his arrow into the rabbit they’d found, a second arrow whizzed past the both of them, spearing the rabbit a second time. Iris whirled, scowling at the man with the compound bow.

“What the hell are you doing?” Daryl barked.

“Catching me some breakfast.” The man replied with a shrug.

“That’s mine.”Daryl countered, stepping forward and grabbing the rabbit.

“My arrow’s the one that hit first.” The guy argued. “Cottontail belongs to me.”

“Been out here since before the sun came up.” Daryl continued.

“See, the rules of the hunt don’t mean jack out here.” The man said with a scowl, brushing past Iris to face Daryl. “Now, that rabbit you’re holding is claimed, boy.” Iris looked at the back of the man’s zip-up hoodie, eyes zeroing in on the biker gang logo on the back. Motherfucker was wearing a white supremacist confederate gang logo. He was also still wearing a wallet chain, which said more about him than Iris ever needed to know. “Claimed whether you like it or not. So if I was you, I’d hand it over, now, before you get to wishing you ain’t never even got out of bed this morning.”

“It ain’t yours.” Daryl said simply, walking over to face him head-on, a deadly look in his eye.

“You know, I’ll bet this bitch got you all messed up, hmm?” The man asked. Iris raised an eyebrow, seconds from acting on the murderous thoughts in her mind. Daryl didn’t respond, walking back over to Iris quietly. “Am I right? Got you walking around here like a dead man, who can’t get himself a piece of tail. Must be a good’un. Tell me something, does she get wet even when she say she don’t want it?”

Iris felt nothing but fury, but Daryl acted before she could. He had his knife out, cocked above his shoulder and posed to descend into the man’s clavicle before he spoke another word. Joe appeared suddenly and stopped him, just barely, inserting himself between the two before they got a lot bloodier.

“Easy, fellas, easy.” Joe called, even as the man laughed, staring hungrily at Iris. “Let’s just put our weapons down, see if we can’t figure out what’s really the problem here, huh?” He turned to the man, who slung his bow over his shoulders. “You claim it?”

“Hell yeah.” The man replied.

“Well, there you go. That critter belongs to Len.”

“So let’s have it.” Len said, putting his hands on his hips. Daryl made no move to hand it over.

“Looks like you may be wanting an explanation.” Joe proposed as if he was the most generous motherfucker to grace the earth. “See, going it alone, that ain’t an option nowadays. Can’t keep your lady safe, hmm? But it still is the survival of the fittest. That’s a paradox right there. So I laid out some rules of the road to keep things from going Darwin every couple hours. Keep our merry band together and stress-free. All you gotta do is claim. That’s how you mark your territory, your prey, your bed at night. One word, claimed.”

“I ain’t claiming nothing.” Daryl spat. Joe raised an eyebrow as Len rubbed his hands together.

“You sure?” Len asked, licking his lips and making vulgar gestures toward Iris. “Gotta teach him. Rules say we gotta teach him.”

“Now it wouldn’t be fair for us to punish you for violating a rule you never even knew existed.” Joe offered, hands up.

“There ain’t no rules no more.” Daryl grumbled. Iris watched with sharp eyes as Len paced back and forth impatiently.

“Oh, there are. You know that.” Joe stated, shaking his head. “That’s why I didn’t kill you for the crossbow.” He reached around, grabbing the other end of the rabbit from Daryl’s hand.

“Hey—“

“Easy there, partner.” Joe soothed. The rabbit was pulled taut between them, Daryl refusing to let go. Joe lifted his other hand, armed with a knife, and sliced the rabbit in half. Daryl took his half, and Joe haphazardly tossed the rabbit at Len, not shy about spraying innards and blood across his clothing. He looked between the two men before Len stormed off. “Claimed. That’s all you got to say. Ass end is still an end.” He gestured down to the rabbit before following after Len.

“I might cut all their hands off.” Iris whispered into the ether. Daryl hummed in agreement, looking down at his half of a rabbit.

“You okay?” He asked softly. Iris nodded, looking over at him with a gentle smile.

“These dumb fucks are nothing I can’t handle.” She replied. “I’ve got knives upon knives hidden everywhere.” Iris joked.

“Can’t be tamed.” Daryl said with a quiet huff of laughter.

“Can’t be claimed, that’s for sure.” She grumbled, looking off after Len and Joe.

“If those sons of bitches ever lay a hand—“ He started, but she put a hand on his arm.

“We’ll burn their bodies together.” She agreed, earning a huff in response before they trudged off back to the campsite.

The group meandered down the train tracks in a shamble, Joe hanging back with Iris and Daryl at the end. Some of the guys chatted up front with each other, but they kept it quiet.

“So what’s the plan, Daryl?” Joe asked.

“How so?” Daryl replied.

“You’re with us now, but you ain’t soon?”

“Yeah.”

“So what’s the plan?”

“Looking for the right place.” Iris said when Daryl didn’t reply.

“She speaks!” Joe called enthusiastically, turning halfway toward her as he lit a cigarette. “We ain’t good enough for you, kitten, is that it?”

“Some of you ain’t exactly friendly.” Daryl pointed out defensively. Joe chuckled, shaking his head.

“You ain’t exactly a friendly pair yourselves.” He replied. “You know you need a group out here.”

“Maybe we don’t.”

“No, you do. You should be with us.” Joe insisted. “And if your woman is claimed, no one’s gonna touch her.”

“Somehow that doesn’t inspire much confidence.” Iris grumbled, earning a grin and a shrug from the sleaze-ball of a man. A single walker snarled up ahead, and Iris pondered for a moment if it would make better company.

“People don’t gotta be friendly.” Joe mused. “We don’t have to be nice, we don’t have to be brothers in arms. We just gotta follow the rules. You claim. If you steal, you keel. I know that sounds a little funny, but nobody laughs when something goes missing. And you don’t lie. ‘Cause that’s a slippery slope indeed.”

“What happens if you break ‘em?” Daryl asked.

“Oh, you catch a beatin’.” He answered with a shrug. “The severity of which depends on the offense and the general attitude of the day. But that don’t happen much 'cause when men like us follow rules and cooperate a little bit, well, the world becomes ours.” He stopped, letting out a whistle to the men ahead. He pointed to a rusted train garage on the side of the tracks, probably once used to house cargo of whatever sort alongside old train engines. “Right there. It’s our abode for the evening.”

“Hey.” Daryl called after him. Joe turned around. “There ain’t no us.”

“You leaving right now?” Joe asked. “No? Then it sure seems like there’s an us.” He walked a few steps ahead as the other guys scoped out the garage. “You a cat person Daryl? I am. Loved ‘em since I was three years old. Vicious creatures. Anyway, I’ll tell you, and this is true. Ain’t nothing sadder than an outdoor cat that thinks he’s an indoor cat.”

The men filed into the building, guns at the ready, Daryl falling in last. They put their weapons away at the sign of no immediate threat, Joe motioning for Daryl to close the door behind him. They all looked around, finding the warehouse to not house trains or cargo, but cars. They were dusty and in okay shape, though who knew what parts they did or didn’t have.

“They ain’t here.” The sleaze, who first tried to “lay claim” to Iris, announced. “Nobody’s been here a while. Whoever was, they got all the gas.”

“That don’t matter.” Joe shrugged. “We’re getting closer, I can feel it.” Iris’ eyes trailed to the sweet Cadillac in the corner, black paint job a little faded, a little chipped, but good enough. Len had his hand on the locked door handle, and she let the knife fly between her fingers. Coincidentally, the knife found its purchase hilt-deep in the steel of the door, right between Len’s fingers. He whipped around, looking at her in shock as she straightened from her follow-through.

“Claimed.” She said simply, offering the smallest upturn of her lips as Len sneered at her. Joe chuckled.

“Kitten’s got the right idea.” He mused. They erupted into chatter, picking various cars and “claiming” them. Daryl walked around, getting cut off by one of them each time he tried to place his things near one of the cars. Within seconds, the other six cars in the room were under new possession. Daryl very nearly put his bag on the floor before Iris nudged him with her elbow, jerking her chin at the Cadillac.

“C’mon. No need to sleep on the floor like a dumbass.” She said quietly, her frown morphing into an amused smirk. He followed her with his head down as they walked past the others. Iris grabbed a piece of thin sheet metal from a street sign with a notch at the end, using it for a slim-jim and easily unlocking the car door. She unlocked the other side, the two of them sitting down before locking the doors again. “Safe enough.”

“Thanks.” Daryl grunted.

“Of course.” Iris replied, shaking her head before adjusting the seat to sit comfortably. “Not better than a casket, but better than the floor.” He hummed his agreement, laying the passenger’s seat flat and pulling a cinnamon stick from his pocket before lying down. He had the crossbow still tight in his grip, and Iris kept her eyes on their temporary companions.

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blocked-zombieartist · 1 year ago

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Duct Tape and Disharmony

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“That’s it.” I muttered under my breath. I had been listening to my three baby brothers arguing for two and a half hours now. They were sixteen, fifteen, and fourteen, respectively. They should know how to settle a dispute peaceably by now. Key word: should.

Shockingly, no matter where in this huge-ass house I went, they always ended up near enough to drive me insane. If they weren’t gonna settle their differences peacefully by themselves, it was time for me to get involved. I stormed off to my room and rummaged through my beat up tool box.

“Little idiots…” I drawled quietly. I could still hear their raised voices, even now. Were they getting in a physical spat now? I sighed. I was about to put the fear of God and of a Hawthorne in them like our Grandfather never had. Finally, I found what I was looking for. I pulled it out and pocketed it. Now came the hard part. How to pick them off, one by one?

Hoping this will work, I first text Xander. I feel a little guilty about having to dupe them all, but they’ve left me with no choice. I’ll make it up to each of them. I text him, asking if he wants to decompress from their argument and come to his workshop and show me his new-fangled contraptions like he’s been wanting to for a while now. He responded with a robot emoji and and excited emoji. I knew he was on his way. I stood behind the doorway and laid in wait. He burst in the room.

“Big brother! I’m here! Are you ready for a full crash course of robotics history and my incredible robotics history-in-the-making?” He looked around for me. I lunged. It was a struggle, but after a few minutes of tussling, I got him pinned on the floor, face down. I wrangle the item of the hour out of my pocket.

“Hey! Don’t-ow! Sit still, dammit!” I cursed as Xander almost escaped my grip. I forced his arms back behind him and managed to duct tape his hands together. After that, it was easier to duct tape his feet, and to ensure no one found and helped him, I finally slapped a piece over his mouth, silencing his loud protests. “Sorry baby brother. You’ll see. This is for your own good. And your brothers too.”

I stashed him in one of the many hidden rooms in the House and went off to wrangle another stubborn mule Jameson. I send a member of the staff to tell him that the car he ordered arrived. Another lie, but I had to do it. As predicted, he dropped his pissing match with Gray and came to the garages. Also predictably, he came through the secret passage. I quietly chuckled and mentally patted myself on the back. I knew my brothers so well. I quietly followed Jameson, ducking behind cars here and there as he searched for what he thought was the new arrival. I finally saw my change and pounced on it. And on Jameson.

Another scuffle later, this one a much closer call and with much more trash talking and cursing, and Jameson was on the ground, glaring up at me. He was effectively duct taped on the arms, legs, and mouth, just like Xander. We were both still breathing heavily from said scuffle, and we both had a couple bruises. I was still the stronger one, but damn, if Jamie wasn’t growing up and giving me a run for my money.

“Sorry little brother. Had to be done,” I grunted as I hoisted him up and carried him to where I was keeping Xan. It was times like these that the secret passages all throughout the House were very helpful. I deposited Jamie with Xan and left to find Grayson.

I went through the House in search of him. Finally, I found my oldest baby brother in the center Grandfather’s maze. He was practicing his sword sparing. I came up with my alibi.

“Gray!” I panted. “Jamie… he’s trying to drive inebriated again. I tried to stop him from running off the garage, but got my ass handed to me.”

Like the ever dutiful big brother he was, Grayson immediately put down his sword and started heading to the garage to intercept Jameson. I followed him, not wanting to take him down out here and have to carry him all the way back to the holding room. I walked with him for a ways. I took note of his still present frustration. No words were exchanged, a result of his irritation with his brothers and thinking Jamie was going to be reckless again.

��When we got near the passageway, I took advantage of his absent-mindedness and tackled him to the floor from behind. Since he was caught off guard, I was able to make quick work of duct taping his hands together behind his back. Despite his crocodile-style body roll in an attempt to get free and the uncharacteristic(though not unprovoked) slew of cursing he spat at me, I got the tape fastened securely around his ankles too.

“Love you, Gray, but watch your mouth. And your back next time.” I put a piece of tape over his mouth and hoisted him over my shoulder. I carried him to the room where his brothers were still bound and silent. I set Grayson down.

“Alright boys. You have been driving the entire House bat-shit crazy with your pointless arguments today.” I walked around the room and took the tape off their mouths. “I will be coming to check on you three in about an hour to see if you’ve resolved your disputes. If not, another hour. I’ll bring food and water when I come back in case you’ll be in here longer. See y’all.” I shut and locked the door, silencing their loud protests.

I returned with the water and food like promised, and somehow, they were still arguing. I ultimately forced some water and a little food down their throats and wordlessly left the room, locking it once again. I got a text half an hour later from Xander. “How the hell?” I muttered. He shouldn’t be able to text. His hands were bound. The text was a picture. It was the three of them, free, and taking a selfie. While I was a little surprised, their escape was not completely unexpected. They were Hawthornes, after all. Another text came through, this time from Grayson.

“You’re next. -Your “baby” brothers”

This was gonna be a long week.

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drunktuesdays · 2 years ago

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For the week 2 prompt, have you considered: Matt Jackson/Orange

For @wrestleprompts: "It was you the whole time" this is Matt & Orange, not Matt/Orange because I'm a disgusting and repulsive little otper.

There was another vampire backstage.

“You don’t know that,” Nick said disinterestedly, slouched in a folding chair.

“I do know that, Nicholas,” Matt said. “I know because I’m a very good vampire, and I can sense our kind when they walk among us.”

Nick made a fart noise which Matt didn’t bother dignifying with a response.

He did know there was another vampire backstage, because his extremely well developed vampire senses told him there was. He just couldn’t figure out who it was.

“Ask Brandon to replace the cold spray with holy water, and see who howls,” Nick said.

“If you’re not going to help, then shut it,” Matt snapped, but he eyed Brandon speculatively for a minute—he could if they only—no, it wouldn’t work. It wasn’t technically speaking considered cool to reveal another vampire in front of their coworkers, unless you were simply such a good vampire that you figured it out with your vampirically enhanced super senses. No one could get mad at him for that.

So he’d have to sleuth it out. Fine.

It was tricky, obviously. For one thing, most of the stereotypes about vampires were like, huge exaggerations. Sure, garlic gave him a stomachache, but ever since he turned thirty, basically everything gave him a stomachache. He could see himself in mirrors, thank god, and he wore multiple kinds of cross jewelry on the regular. He liked Jesus. He liked to think Jesus would be a friend to vampires—the cool ones anyway.

The one about sunshine though—that one was kind of true. Not to the extent that people thought. He didn’t glitter or crumble into ash. But he did—uh—-start to smoke a little. At the edges. After like a half hour or so.

No problem. That’s what they made spray tan for.

At the next AEW Big Kid Leadership Club Meeting, Matt said loudly, “I think we should do an event on the beach.”

Tony, who had been saying something boring about quarter hours, said, “What kind of event?” “Any event,” Matt said. “But it should be mandatory. All hands meeting. But the fun kind this time!”

After, Nick said, “You know that means we have to go too. What’s your plan for that?”

Matt scoffed. “I’ll tell you—just—later,” he said haughtily and stalked off. He ate a couple of Cornette fans in the parking lot until he stopped feeling so annoyed and started feeling crafty again.

“I really like the new merch umbrellas,” Kenny said, twirling his. “They look good, and they’re really well made.”

“I agree,” Matt said. He was perched on a beach chair, watching the roster playing what looked like a viciously competitive game of volleyball. Eddie was shoving Daniel Garcia’s face into the sand and holding him there while he flailed. “Really keeps the sun off your neck.”

“Being smug gives you forehead wrinkles,” Nick said.

Matt flipped him off. and said, “Help me figure out who’s not here. Kenny—can you see, hmm—should we start with the belt holders, or alphabetical?”

Abruptly, a dark ominous shadow fell over them, blocking out the sun momentarily.

“Hi Julia,” Kenny said cheerfully.

“Hi Kenny,” Julia said. “We’re gonna make a sandcastle using sand Malakai brought back from Hell. Wanna help?”

“Not right now,” Kenny said. “Thanks though.”

“No problem,” Julia said, and started off towards the shore. As they passed, Buddy said, “Can you believe Hangman got out of going to this?”

Matt went very very still. Kenny stiffened. “It’s not Adam,” he said. “Adam’s not a vampire.”

“He could be a vampire,” Matt said. “What do we know about Adam right now?”

“He’s not,” Kenny said, standing and turning on Matt. “He’s not a friggin vampire.”

Matt jumped to his feet, bristling. “Like there’s something wrong with vampires?” he hissed. “You think there’s something wrong with us?”

“No,” Kenny said, deflating. “No—of course not. Of course I love you and Nick. I think you guys are so special. I wouldn’t—I don’t think—” and he huffed, scrubbed his face. He said, “It’s not Adam.”

“We don’t even know if there is another vampire at AEW,” Nick said mildly. He hadn’t moved from his chair, and instead was concentrating on trying to balance the end of his umbrella handle on the palm of his hand. “All we’ve got to go on is Matt’s special senses.”

“Which never fails,” Matt said. When Kenny, Brandon and Nick all opened their mouths, he said quickly, “Shut up.”

He didn’t assume it was Adam. He didn’t. That would be foolish, and anyway—Adam knew Matt and Nick were vampires. He knew, because he’d been friends with them for a very very long time, and just because they weren’t friends now, didn’t mean anything. Matt felt very sure that Adam would have come to them if he’d been turned. Probably he would. Maybe.

Anyway, there were other people who’d missed the Mandatory Locker Room Harmony Beach Event, and he’d start there.

But before he could, someone messed up. Big time.

“Yeah,” Darby said, as enthusiastic as Matt had ever seen him. “Someone left a dead deer near the dumpster, and it had all the blood sucked out.”

“Oh my God,” Matt said. “That’s disgusting! Who would bother with a deer?”

“Huh?” Darby said.

“Nevermind,” Matt said, and started speedwalking back to their locker room.

Nick jogged up next to him, and said, “Okay, fine, so you were right.”

“Hold that thought, say it again when Brandon has his camera,” Matt said. “Also, help me figure out how I’m going to break it to Kenny that his ex-lover is a vampire!”

“Don’t say lover like that,” Nick said, “and you don’t know that it’s Adam.”

“Who else is self-loathing enough to feed from a deer,” Matt snapped, and they rounded a hallway, and Matt, startled, went rigid and hissed.

Little Orange Cassidy Jim, in full denim and the sunglasses, sprang back a step, and then hissed back.

“Oh my God,” Matt said, recovering himself. “It was you! The whole time!”

“What do you mean it was him,” Dustin said. “Also—to be clear—what just happened was very weird.”

“Yeah,” Greg said. “Didn’t like the hissing.”

Nick said to Jim, “Do they know?”

“Know what?” Jim drawled in a blank, toneless voice. His eyes were hidden behind the sunglasses, but Matt could see his fists balled in his jacket pocket.

“Okay,” he said brightly. “We’re stealing your little boyfriend for important EVP business. Bye!” and he and Nick both used just a little bit of vamp strength to muscle Jim away from his stupid protesting friends, and back towards their locker room.

“When did you get turned?” Matt demanded, the moment he was alone. “And you ate a deer? Buddy.”

“Turned into what,” Jim said. “I don’t know anything about that deer.”

Matt rolled his eyes. With barely a glance sideways at Nick, they both dropped their fangs in the same instant.

Jim threw himself backwards into the wall, the sunglasses falling off his face and hitting the ground. He said in a yelp, “What the hell?”

“Okay, even I can sense you,” Nick said, his voice lispy around the fangs. “You are a vampire.”

“I’m not,” Jim said, but now that his face was bare, Matt could see the nervous darting of his eyes around the room.

“Uh-huh,” Matt said. “Unexplained blackouts in your memory? Not interested in catering? Deer fur in your mouth this morning?”

Nick said, “Someone turned you. Who was it?”

Jim said bitchily, “If I knew, would I be learning I was a fucking vampire from you two freaks?”

“Okay, rude,” Matt said. “You must have a guess.”

Jim sighed. Stared at the ceiling. Scrubbed his face. Then: “I was at GCW this weekend.”

“Hah!” Nick crowed. “I friggin told you Janela was turning people. I told you.”

“Being smug gives you forehead wrinkles,” Matt shot back.

Someone pounded on the door. Nick called, “Busy, come back later!”

“No,” Dustin called back. “Give me Jim back!”

Matt surveyed Jim. “We should explain it to him too, since he’s clearly not going away.”

“What?” Jim said. “No. We’re not telling anyone.”

“Don’t you live with him?” Nick said. “You’ve gotta tell him.”

“Plus you should probably just feed on him,” Matt said. “It’s not like you’re gonna find deer in Philly.”

“Okay,” Jim said, outraged. “I’m not going to feed on Dustin!”

Just as Jim said it, Dustin got the door open and barged in. He froze in the doorway and said, in a too high voice, “You’re not gonna do what now?”

Jim, as red as the side of a barn, said, nothing. Nick was collapsed in the corner, shaking with laughter. Matt rubbed at the headache forming in his temple and sighed.

Honestly, he thought, it probably would have been easier if it had been Hangman.

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Hail True Body - (My) God's Not Dead

Holy shit, another one!! I'm on a roll! This time, I'm trying out Hail True Body by @mustangs-flames

The prompt is by the lovely @serickswrites who never fails to rip our hearts out. <3

This stars an AU I've been thinking of for a while now. I hope it's worthwhile.

CW: Captivity, Torture, Restraints, Forced to watch, Drowning, Attempted CPR, Escape, Referenced Character Death, Referenced injury of a child, Referenced toxic masculinity

Excerpt from John 11

The Death of Lazarus

Now a man named Lazarus was sick. He was from Bethany, the village of Mary and her sister Martha. (This Mary, whose brother Lazarus now lay sick, was the same one who poured perfume on the Lord and wiped his feet with her hair.) So the sisters sent word to Jesus, “Lord, the one you love is sick.”

When he heard this, Jesus said, “This sickness will not end in death. No, it is for God’s glory so that God’s Son may be glorified through it.” Now Jesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus. So when he heard that Lazarus was sick, he stayed where he was two more days, and then he said to his disciples, “Let us go back to Judea.”

“But Rabbi,” they said, “a short while ago the Jews there tried to stone you, and yet you are going back?”

Jesus answered, “Are there not twelve hours of daylight? Anyone who walks in the daytime will not stumble, for they see by this world’s light. It is when a person walks at night that they stumble, for they have no light.”

After he had said this, he went on to tell them, “Our friend Lazarus has fallen asleep; but I am going there to wake him up.”

His disciples replied, “Lord, if he sleeps, he will get better.” Jesus had been speaking of his death, but his disciples thought he meant natural sleep.

So then he told them plainly, “Lazarus is dead, and for your sake I am glad I was not there, so that you may believe. But let us go to him.”

Then Thomas (also known as Didymus) said to the rest of the disciples, “Let us also go, that we may die with him.”

The night sky was dotted with stars. In the barren plains of Edensfield, they all joined together to make a cluster, a light show made from the heavens. From a God that Mark thought he prayed to. It would've been a pretty sight if he and Cesar were out and about, enjoying themselves, not having a care in the world. But now, as he dragged his friend's body out into the field, he wondered if the stars above were supposed to mock him, taunting him of a future he could've had with Cesar.

"Look, we made it, Ces." Mark said breathlessly as he reached the edge of Mr. Marcus' property. He clutched Cesar tightly, fearful of dropping him or leaving him behind. "We made it to freedom. Just like you said."

Mark stopped walking, the weight of everything he had endured finally hitting him. "I'm free." He whispered as he stared into Cesar's upturned face. "You deserved to be free, too." He said as the overwhelming sadness he had started to feel back at the house began to take over.

"You... deserved it, too..." Mark repeated as a lone tear dripped onto Cesar's face.

The shorter boy's eyes were half-lidded, his gaze glassy and empty. His grey lips were parted slightly, and he was so terribly, terribly still. The kind of stillness that reminded him of that event. When they went to see her...

Mark dropped to his knees as he began to sob. He hadn't been fast enough. Hadn't done enough. Hadn't acted soon enough. He sat back against the tree, Cesar's limp body cradled in his lap. His heart was racing so fast, he thought it would stop at any minute. He wouldn't mind that. If he could at least see Cesar again, he'll gladly let his heart fail.

Mr. Marcus was their old high school history teacher who was obsessed with Greek mythology. He got along really well with the students, especially Cesar, to the point where people started calling him a teacher's pet. He had told them that they were gonna do great things when they grew up. He especially had faith in Cesar pursuing a medical degree. So when a mysterious figure pulled Cesar into a dark alley, knocking him out with chloroform and hit Mark over the head with a pipe, they had no idea who it would be.

They awoke several hours later in a dark room, lit by a single candle. There were handcuffs on their wrists, preventing them from any escape. There was the smell of rotting flesh coming from somewhere in the house. Didn't Mr. Marcus have a wife that he wouldn't stop talking about? He loved her, right? So why isn't she there? Surely, they would notice two high school graduates locked up in the house and call someone, right?

The figure walked in front of the candle and they could see a familiar face, illuminated by the candle.

"Mr. Marcus?!" Mark had shouted. "W-What the hell- What are you doing here?!"

Mr. Marcus tilted his head. His face looked like it had blood all over. His eyes had heavy bags under them like he hadn't slept in so long. "Hmm... That's a good question. What am I doing here? Well, I'm here because... Well, I had a bit of a revelation."

"Revelation? W-What do you mean?"

"Oh come on! Don't try to play dumb! Y'know, the one your little friend had."

Cesar shuddered, shutting his eyes tightly.

"Wait. So... You..."

"Yep. Those voices won't stop talking, telling me that something was wrong with her, that I couldn't trust her. I... I..."

Mark started to quake. "You... killed her...?"

Cesar let out a choked sob.

"I-I had to. One of them probably killed her and was wearing her skin! I... had no choice! I had to!! Oh god, the blood... I-It's gonna be hard to clean up, but I'll take it."

"Why...?" Cesar sobbed. "Why did you kill Mrs. Marcus?! Y-You loved her! You wouldn't shut up about her every day! You gave her flowers, took her out to dinner and everything! You were so happy! So why?! Why do all of this?! We never did anything!!"

"Because... Everything was a lie. They told me all I needed to know. How God abandoned us and that this world is doomed to fail. I cannot trust anyone. Anything. So I have to protect myself from them. You know what I'm talking about, don't you, Mark?"

Of course Mark knew what he was talking about. The mimics. He had encountered one when he found Cesar bleeding out on the floor.

"In fact... The reason why I kidnapped you two... is because they told me to..."

Mark blinked. "....What...?"

"Mr. Marcus, you don't have to do this! Y-You can fight this! You have to! We can help you!"

"So you can turn me in for killing my wife? I don't think so. In fact, I don't think you're really Mark and Cesar. I think you're just wearing their skin."

"N-No, we're not! We lived through our attacks!!" Cesar screamed.

"Yeah! We have proof! You can look at Cesar! He's living proof!" Mark chimed in.

Mr. Marcus sighed. "You must think you're so smart trying to get me to let my guard down just because you have simulated scars? Well, you can't fool me. No one can. Not anymore."

And so, he left the room. For the first several hours, they were left alone in the dark, handcuffed together. Mark tried to ignore the smell of death and closed his eyes, muttering prayers to God. That did little to calm his nerves, but a warm hand snapped him out of his thoughts. Warm hands against bandaged ones. "Hey, Mark. I-It's okay. We're gonna get out of this, okay?"

Even with the trauma of killing his own mother, he still had his optimism. They escaped a mimic attack at the house before. This was no different. How confident he was... "M-Maybe we can figure out a way before he even comes back." He whispered, leaning his head on Mark's shoulder.

"I think it's going to take some time to figure our way out of this. We're handcuffed together in the dark somewhere we don't even know."

"We'll make it to freedom, you'll see."

Cesar had been so confident. He was so confident that he would escape with Mark. He was confident that they would be free before Mr. Marcus can come back. And he was confident that Mr. Marcus wouldn't hurt them that bad.

Cesar was wrong.

Mr. Marcus had returned after several hours, flicking the lights, revealing the contents of the room. Mark's mouth had gone dry when he saw the rusty bathtub in the corner of the room. Mr. Marcus silently filled the tub as Mark's heart pounded. Only one word came to mind: baptism.

"Which one of you should I start with, eh?" Their old teacher asked quietly. After a minute of silence, too long for Mark's comfort, his eyes settled on the taller boy. "How about you? If you really are a mimic, you'll come back from this, right?"

Cesar glared at Mr. Marcus. "Over my dead body."

He looked to Cesar. "Fine. Then we'll start with you. This will be your first extracurricular lesson."

And that was all it took. Mark screamed and tried to grab onto Cesar as the teacher uncuffed Cesar from him. He scrambled after Mr. Marcus as he dragged Cesar to the tub by the hair. "LET HIM GO!! LET HIM GO!!" He roared.

"None of that." Mr. Marcus snarled as he kicked Mark in the face.

He stumbled to the floor, his cheek throbbing. He sat there helplessly, trying to figure out a way out of the cuffs. If these cuffs weren't around the bastard's neck first. They were loose, but Mr. Marcus would see. He had to wait until he left them alone again.

Mr. Marcus plunged Cesar's head in and out of the tub several times, Cesar kicking and fighting each time, but he didn't stop. He shoved Cesar's head below the surface once more. The way his limbs flailed about wasn't a good sign for Mark. He had to do something fast!

'LET HIM GO, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!! I'LL KILL YOU!! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!" His eyes were wide with rage, his lips twisted into an unnatural shape, his nails dug into his palms, breaking skin and drawing blood. He was like a wild animal.

Mr. Marcus either didn't hear him or acted like he wasn't there.

Cesar's frantic scrabbling grew weaker and weaker until he stilled.

"CESAR!!!" Mark screamed as he watched Cesar's arms fall limply to his side.

Mr. Marcus blinked, relaxing his grip on Cesar's hair. He looked confused, the crazed look he had earlier disappearing. "C... Cesar?" He lifted his head up and looked at him. He flinched and dropped him to the floor. He stumbled backwards, his body starting to violently shake before he dropped to his knees. He looked at his hands which were still covered in his wife's blood. "Wh... What... What did I just...?"

He looked to Cesar who was lying limply on the floor. "D-Did I just...?" Tears started to fall down his face, his breathing quickening before he began to hyperventilate. "O-Oh god!! Oh my god!! I-I didn't mean- Cesar, I'm sorry!! I didn't mean-!!" He covered his mouth to muffle his sobs. He finally realized what he had done, though it was far too late.

¬ You killed him, Marcus. ¬

Mark and the teacher froze. That voice...

¬ You killed your precious student. ¬

It was here. And it had seized its moment.

Dark shadows wrapped around Mr. Marcus as he looked behind him. A creature beyond human comprehension was standing before him, black hands gripping his shoulders. A mimic. It followed him. Followed them. A pair of eyes looked at Mark and said in a voice he knew very well.

¬ Don't look, Mark. ¬

He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth as he heard his former teacher screaming into the endless night. Screaming for help which will never come. Screaming until finally, it was silent. Mark opened his eyes.

There was no one. No Mr. Marcus, no mimic - just Cesar who laid on his side, his back to Mark. Water streamed from his body, staining the wood around him. "Hold on, Ces. I'm almost there. Hold on."

He slipped the cuffs quickly and stumbled forward. "Cesar?"

Cesar didn't reply.

Mark shook his shoulder. "Come on, Ces. We don't know how long we have until that thing comes back. We have to go." He said urgently.

Cesar's body shook with the motion, but he didn't respond. "Cesar?" Mark whispered as he rolled his friend onto his bad. "OH GOD NO!!" He screamed as he stared into Cesar's lifeless eyes.

No, no, not again! NO!!

"Please, Ces, please!!" Mark said as he started compressions. "Please don't leave me. We're getting out of here. Please, c'mon!!"

His medical knowledge was fuzzy, but he knew Cesar had been studying. He wanted to go to med school, wanted to be a nurse. He had a bright future ahead of him where he had nothing. Mark, you fucking moron! You should've listened! You should've let him go! You had Josiah! You could've come to him, but no. You just had to blow up at the one person who cared about you. Why are you such a selfish asshole?!

Please God, please. Don't take him away from me.

He counted to fifteen and blew into his lungs. His lips were slack, but they were warm. Still there. Still has a chance.

"C'mon, Cesar, please... You have to live. Please!" His hands sunk down into his chest, his ribs bending inwards. I think I'm doing this right. Cesar's body shaking like a ragdoll and the clicking of his ribs made him sick. It felt like an absolute nightmare, trying to get his heart beating and breathing expired air into his dying friend. Never in his life would he imagine doing this to anyone, let alone his friend. It felt like he was playing God in that moment. Cesar's life was in his hands.

"Cesar, c'mon! C'mon, you bastard!! Breathe!" He slammed his fist into his chest before he continued. He didn't know how long he tried to revive Cesar. He didn't know how long he pounded on his chest. How long he begged Cesar to breathe. How he pleaded with the universe to bring his friend back.

He just knew that eventually, he stopped because Cesar was dead. That there was nothing he could do to save him. That the only thing he could do was save himself and get Cesar's body to safety.

"You deserved it, too." Mark repeated as he stroked Cesar's still wet hair. "Oh Ces... I'm sorry... I'm sorry for everything... God, please, no... Please, Cesar, please..." Mark knew he would never recover from this. Would never recover from watching Cesar drown. Would never recover from failing to revive Cesar. And he would never recover from staring into Cesar's lifeless eyes. And as Mark stared down into the face he loved above all others, he realized he deserved it.

A punishment for being selfish.

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On his arrival, Jesus found that Lazarus had already been in the tomb for four days. Now Bethany was less than two miles from Jerusalem, and many Jews had come to Martha and Mary to comfort them in the loss of their brother. When Martha heard that Jesus was coming, she went out to meet him, but Mary stayed at home.

“Lord,” Martha said to Jesus, “if you had been here, my brother would not have died. But I know that even now God will give you whatever you ask.”

Jesus said to her, “Your brother will rise again.”

Martha answered, “I know he will rise again in the resurrection at the last day.”

Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in me will never die. Do you believe this?”

“Yes, Lord,” she replied, “I believe that you are the Messiah, the Son of God, who is to come into the world.”

After she had said this, she went back and called her sister Mary aside. “The Teacher is here,” she said, “and is asking for you.” When Mary heard this, she got up quickly and went to him. Now Jesus had not yet entered the village, but was still at the place where Martha had met him. When the Jews who had been with Mary in the house, comforting her, noticed how quickly she got up and went out, they followed her, supposing she was going to the tomb to mourn there.

When Mary reached the place where Jesus was and saw him, she fell at his feet and said, “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.”

When Jesus saw her weeping, and the Jews who had come along with her also weeping, he was deeply moved in spirit and troubled. “Where have you laid him?” he asked.

“Come and see, Lord,” they replied.

Jesus wept.

Then the Jews said, “See how he loved him!”

But some of them said, “Could not he who opened the eyes of the blind man have kept this man from dying?”

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Mark and Cesar were laying in a field, listening to a song from Queen. Freshly bloomed flowers swayed gently in the breeze accompanied by the birds chirping. It was a few days after they graduated and they were enjoying the summer breeze. Mark played with his cross while his brain absorbed the lyrics.

"Hey Mark." Cesar had suddenly said.

"Yeah?"

"I've been wondering... What is it like to die?"

Mark blinked. "Sheesh. Dark, dude."

"It's been something that has been on my mind lately. Ever since Emile died, I've been thinking... Was he suffering during his last days? Was he able to feel some sort of peace when we were there for him?" He sighed. "I dunno. And considering my mom's job, it caused me to think."

Mark looked at the sky, at the whisping clouds. What was Lola's job like at the hospital? Since she's on night shift, she had to have seen a lot of shit. Broken bones, torn open wounds, mangled bodies from accidents - She had to have a strong stomach to deal with all of that.

"I think... You never really know when you die. Though if you do good things, when you die, God will let you into heaven. It's just how I think, y'know?"

"Of course you'd say that. Well, if this God you're speaking of lets me in, then I hope I don't get kicked out for not being straight enough."

Mark chuckled. He stretched his hand up to the sky, wondering if he could take the clouds and make them into any shape he wants. Death was one thing that was a constant on his mind lately. Now that they were out of high school, he had no idea what life held for him. Would he stay with Cesar forever in this small town? Maybe live in a dingy apartment trying to start up a band? The thought of it made him smile.

Cesar was the only thing he held onto in life. His best friend, his universe, his God.

He closed his eyes as Bohemian Rhapsody came on.

That memory was all but tainted by that terrible argument. And the screams for help when Cesar unexpectedly called in the middle of the night. And the blood...

He almost lost him that night, but they fought off death. They clung onto each other like a lifeline, never wanting to let each other go. But, like all things in life, death had to come eventually. And it eventually claimed Cesar.

Mark clung onto the hand that was beginning to grow cold. The hand that was so warm before. A sign of his failure. He wanted him to wake up in that moment, to tell him how sorry he was for being selfish, for holding him back, for ruining his life, anything! If it meant hearing his voice again.

He was not a good person. Despite what Cesar, Cian and Josiah said, he was not a good person. He killed his parents, he hurt his sister, his grandparents hated him for not being man enough, he hurt Cesar. Do these things make him a good person? In a way, Cesar dying was like God or whatever punishing him for his sins, his transgressions. Because of his actions, he will never be happy with Cesar.

Never have the happy family he wanted.

He's never meant to find happiness. He will always be alone like he deserves.

Lord, if you had been there, Cesar would not have died.

He thought he felt something squeeze his hand. He looked to see he was still holding Cesar's limp hand. What was he supposed to do now? He can't live without him. He can't. There were still so many things to atone for. So many things to do before he could finally be happy. He rested his forehead onto Cesar's, still feeling the droplets of water as he closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Ces... I couldn't do anything to help you... Please forgive me... I'm so so-"

Something squeezed his hand again. He snapped his eyes open and looked. Really looked.

There it was again. Somehow, Cesar squeezed Mark's hand. But how? He was dead, right? Was it just a muscle spasm? He put his face to Cesar's mouth to check if there was something.

There was a faint gurgle emanating from his throat, his lips twitching in an ineffectual attempt to breathe. "Cesar!!" Pressing his ear to his chest, he could hear something. It was a heartbeat. Too faint and slow, but it was there.

Oh shit...

"H-Hold on! Let me help you!" Laying him back down, he tilted his head back, pinched his nose and breathed into his mouth once more. He had a newfound sense of purpose now. He had Cesar and he was going to keep him there, mimics be damned.

He started compressing his chest again, counting to fifteen before briefly stopping. No, this number is too low. I have to go higher. What's the highest number? Twenty? Thirty? Yeah, thirty sounds good. He began to push past what he was initially taught, not caring if he had to break a few bones. All he wanted was for Cesar to live.

Cesar's hand twitched a few times as he continued. He will bring him back. This time, he was sure he will. He will get to have pancakes again. He will get to atone for what he did for hurting Cesar that day. Everything will be okay.

The sky was beginning to grow light, the individual stars going out one by one. The death of one life and the birth of another. The old lives they knew died on October 24, 1993. But with the rising sun, they will forge a new life.

Water came out of Cesar's mouth, but he still wasn't breathing. Mark was beginning to grow exhausted. Dammit, how did they make this so tough? Once more, he continued breathing into him, hoping, praying it will be enough.

He will make sure his God will not die.

After what felt like an eternity of Mark pumping blood through his friend's body, he finally responded. Cesar started coughing up water and rolled onto his side as he gasped.

"Ces!! Cesar!! Hey, hey hey hey, you're okay. You're okay now. J-Just breathe. I got you now." Mark stroke his hair as Cesar wheezed. Even though he just got brought back, he was in lousy shape. His skin was pale, his eyes looked sunken in and he was fading in and out of consciousness. "Hold on, let me get a phone-" He began to stand up, but Cesar grabbed his arms.

"No. Please... Don't go... Please..." He whimpered, his voice so quiet, it was like a little kid. Mark held him in his arms, carding his bandaged fingers through his hair.

"I'm not leaving you. Not this time. I promise." He rocked him gently, humming a song his mother used to sing for him. Cesar buried his face in his chest, his body relaxing as he slipped into unconsciousness. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around him, hoping to keep him warm. He will stay here for a while longer, then he'll find a payphone and call an ambulance.

What would he say to them? That their history teacher kidnapped them and almost killed Cesar, then got killed my a mimic? He'll figure it out later. Right now, he needs to calm the racing of his heart.

Somewhere in the distance, he heard police sirens coming towards the house. Looking up, he could see a familiar figure coming out of the squad car along with someone else. Cian. Mark began waving his arms and cried out, "Hey!! We're here!! Help!! My friend needs an ambulance!!"

Cian followed the direction of Mark's voice, barking orders to the other officers to get the EMTs. When he reached the tree that Mark and Cesar were at, he was shocked at what he was seeing.

Mark was holding Cesar in his arms in a loving embrace, his face wet with tears as the shorter boy wheezed. The sun was starting to peek over the horizon, causing the rays to shine behind him, creating a halo. A perfect recreation of a holy man holding a man who had previously died but was brought back to life.

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"So let me get this straight. He was dead?" Cian asked.

"Yes, he was." Mark said, picking at his fingernails.

"And he came back to life."

"Yeah. I tried CPR, but it didn't seem to be doing anything so I thought he was too far gone." His voice wavered. He didn't want to think about that event.

Cian closed his eyes and tapped his pen. Mark took a sip of coffee, a drink that the older man offered him earlier.

"Have you ever heard of Lazarus Syndrome?"

Mark blinked. "I-I guess. I know Cesar talked to me about it when we were studying."

"Mm. Lazarus Syndrome - Autoresuscitation after failed CPR. They started recording cases ten years ago, but they appear to be few and far between."

"Mmm-hmm. That's what it was."

There was silence. The more Mark thought about it, the more he slowly realized he jumped the gun back at the house. Cesar wasn't responding to the compressions so he thought he was dead when in reality, his heart delayed in beating again. It was just like Lazarus in the tomb...

And I'm Jesus Christ. Funny. You'd think it'd be the other way around.

The sound of the phone ringing broke him out of his trance. Cian picked up the receiver. "Hello?"

"Okay. He's doing alright?"

"Okay, that's good. Do you want me to go get him?"

"Alright, thank you."

He hung up. "That was the hospital. Cesar's stable."

Mark let out a sigh of relief.

"Do you want to go see him?"

He nodded his head a bit too enthusiastically. Cian chuckled. "Okay, okay. You kids really need some rest."

As they left the questioning room, Mark asked him. "By the way, how did you know where we were?"

"Josiah. He let us know what was going on."

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Mark sat beside Cesar's hospital bed, holding his hand. It was already becoming warm. He's here. He's here with him now. Nothing could take him away now. He had already been given a second chance that night and he will make sure he will treasure every second he spends with Cesar. Never take anything for granted. He will work on himself to become a better version of Mark Owens. He won't let anything ruin this moment.

Cesar slowly opened his eyes.

"Hey bud. You alright?"

He turned to Mark and smiled. "Yeah, I'm okay. Thank you."

"No problem. You'd probably do the same for me, right?"

"You betcha." He gripped his hand. It was just as strong as before.

A lone bird perched itself on the windowsill, looking at the two men with an inquisitive look. Soon after, Josiah came into the room and they all delved into mundane conversations. For a moment, everything was back to normal.

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Jesus, once more deeply moved, came to the tomb. It was a cave with a stone laid across the entrance. “Take away the stone,” he said.

“But, Lord,” said Martha, the sister of the dead man, “by this time there is a bad odor, for he has been there four days.”

Then Jesus said, “Did I not tell you that if you believe, you will see the glory of God?”

So they took away the stone. Then Jesus looked up and said, “Father, I thank you that you have heard me. I knew that you always hear me, but I said this for the benefit of the people standing here, that they may believe that you sent me.”

When he had said this, Jesus called in a loud voice, “Lazarus, come out!” The dead man came out, his hands and feet wrapped with strips of linen, and a cloth around his face.

Jesus said to them, “Take off the grave clothes and let him go.”

#hail true body #htb (my) god's not dead au #htb mark owens #htb cesar hernandez #htb velcroduo

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Surprise Concert - Black Cat!Josh Dun x Golden Retriever!Reader

Warnings: None - super fluffy

Word count: 1906

A/N: This was an idea I was experimenting with so enjoy ;) I do have a bishop!clancy x bandito reader fic coming soon too so keep an eye out for that! Thanks to 🩷✨ anon for requesting this idea bc they liked it so much.

Josh had been talking about the concert for weeks. It was supposed to be a surprise—he’d slipped up and told me about it during lunch one day when I noticed how unusually antsy he seemed. He was always quiet and brooding, a shadow drifting around in a sea of high school noise, but I could tell he was excited. So, when he blurted out something about “the best concert ever,” it caught me off guard.

“Okay, but what concert are we talking about?” I’d asked, leaning closer, my yellow sundress a stark contrast to the dark flannel he always wore. Josh’s eyes went wide, and he swore under his breath, pushing a strand of hair out of his face.

“Just... nothing,” he muttered, cheeks pink. “You’ll see.”

So when the big day came, I couldn’t contain my curiosity. “Are you sure you don’t wanna tell me who we’re seeing?” I asked, for probably the tenth time, as I jumped into his beat-up car. It was a clunky old thing with scratched black paint and a half-broken radio that only played CDs, which Josh seemed to think was charming.

“Not a chance,” he said, grinning in that lopsided way that made my stomach flip. “But you better buckle up. We’re gonna be late if I don’t break a few speed limits.” His voice was playful, teasing, like he knew something I didn’t—which, to be fair, was pretty accurate.

The drive was short, but the anticipation made every second feel like an hour. Josh’s music blared from the CD player—dark, heavy songs with lyrics that were almost too fast for me to catch. It wasn’t my usual kind of thing; I liked upbeat pop songs with catchy choruses, the kind of music that made you wanna roll the windows down and sing at the top of your lungs. But I didn’t mind. The excitement radiating off Josh was contagious, and I found myself tapping my foot along to the beat.

When we finally pulled into the venue’s parking lot, I got my first hint that this wasn’t going to be a typical concert. The crowd looked like they were auditioning for a Tim Burton movie—dark clothes, piercings, dyed hair, tattoos. The occasional splash of red or purple stood out against the sea of black. I tugged at the sleeves of my sunshine-yellow sweater and suddenly felt ridiculously out of place.

“Uh, Josh?” I asked, glancing around nervously. “I think I missed the dress code.”

He snorted, rolling his eyes. “You’re fine,” he said, reaching out to tug playfully at my sleeve. “Besides, I like that you look like a highlighter in a sea of shadows.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Josh always had a way of making me feel better, even when I had no idea what I was getting into. I’d known him since we were kids—he’d always been the weird one, the quiet boy who hid behind oversized hoodies, while I was the one who’d drag him into games of tag or insist he come to my birthday parties. High school hadn’t changed him much; he just swapped his Pokémon T-shirts for band tees. I guess I hadn’t changed much either, still chasing after him, still dragging him out of his shell.

Josh laced his fingers with mine, and I could feel how clammy his palm was—nervous energy buzzing just under the surface. He pulled me through the throng of people, guiding me with an ease that made me think he’d been to a hundred of these concerts before.

I tried not to trip over my own feet as we pushed our way closer to the stage. “Okay, seriously,” I said, shouting a little over the rising chatter of the crowd. “Who are we here to see? This is kind of intense.”

Josh’s eyes practically glowed in the dim light. “You’ll see,” he said, his grin wider than I’d seen in a long time.

I was about to ask another question when the lights went out. The crowd roared, a deafening wave of sound that made my heart leap into my throat. My grip on Josh’s hand tightened, and I could feel him squeeze back, anchoring me in the darkness.

A single piano note cut through the noise, slow and haunting, and then the stage lights burst into life. The crowd surged forward, and I stumbled, nearly falling before Josh caught me. I barely had time to say thanks before the music hit me—a thundering wave of sound that pulsed in my chest, so loud I could feel it in my bones. And then the lead singer was there, strutting across the stage, his voice cutting through the chaos with a raw, desperate power that sent shivers down my spine.

“Who is that?” I shouted over the noise, my eyes wide as I stared at the wild-haired frontman with a voice that could shatter glass.

Josh’s eyes were bright, his lips moving in sync with the lyrics. “That’s Gerard!” he yelled back, almost drowned out by the screaming crowd. “He’s the lead singer—just listen!”

So I did. And it was... intense. The music was heavy, a mix of anger and sadness, but there was something beautiful about it too, something that tugged at my heart in a way I didn’t quite understand. The crowd knew every word, every beat, and they moved together like a single entity, like the music was in their blood. I found myself bouncing along with them, not even sure when I’d started. I just knew I didn’t want to stop.

Gerard’s voice was wild and commanding, pulling me along for the ride even though I didn’t know where we were going. There was something magnetic about him, the way he prowled the stage, hair falling over his eyes, voice raw with emotion. I felt my cheeks go hot, and I didn’t dare look at Josh, afraid he’d see the way my eyes were glued to the lead singer.

The set went on, each song blending into the next, the energy never once dropping. I lost track of time, lost in the music, in the lights, in the way Josh’s face lit up with every note. It was like seeing him come alive, his usual quietness replaced by a fierce intensity. It was... kind of amazing.

When the final song started—a song everyone around me seemed to know by heart—I felt a strange pang of sadness. I didn’t want it to end. The crowd’s voices rose as one, a chorus of defiance and hope, and for a moment, I felt like I was part of something bigger than myself, something I’d never even known existed.

When the last note faded and the stage lights went dark, I stood there, stunned, the echoes of the music still ringing in my ears. Josh turned to me, a question in his eyes, and I could only stare back, unable to find the words.

“Did you like it?” he asked, his voice hesitant, like he was afraid of what I might say.

I swallowed, my throat dry, and then I just blurted it out. “That was amazing!” I nearly shouted, throwing my arms around his neck. He stumbled back, laughing in shock as he hugged me tight. “Seriously, why didn’t you tell me it would be this cool?”

He pulled away just enough to look at me, his face split in the biggest grin I’d ever seen. “I told you! I knew you’d get it.”

“I think I love them,” I admitted breathlessly, my cheeks burning. “I mean, Gerard—his voice, it’s just...”

Josh’s eyes narrowed suspiciously as a large smirk spread across his face. “You think Gerard’s hot, don’t you?”

I tried to hide my blush, but there was no use. “Maybe,” I said, shoving him playfully. “Can you blame me? He’s, like–did you see him?”

Josh groaned, rolling his eyes dramatically. “I knew this would happen. Just my luck—I introduce you to the greatest band of all time, and you get a crush on the lead singer.”

“Oh, come on,” I teased, nudging him with my elbow as we started walking out of the venue. “You have to admit, he’s got a certain... charm.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Josh muttered, but I could tell he wasn’t really mad. There was a lightness in his step that hadn’t been there before, and I couldn’t help but smile as we made our way through the buzzing crowd.

The parking lot was packed with kids still riding the high of the concert, talking and laughing and singing snatches of lyrics that were still stuck in my head. I couldn’t stop grinning as we walked back to Josh’s car, my ears ringing and my heart still racing.

“You seriously liked it?” Josh asked again, opening the passenger door for me.

“Are you kidding?” I said, sliding into the seat. “I loved it! I wanna know more—I wanna hear all their songs. Do you have their albums?”

He chuckled, starting the car. “I have all their albums,” he said proudly. “We can listen to them on the way home.”

As he popped a CD into the stereo and the opening chords of another song filled the car, I found myself leaning back in my seat, a warm glow spreading through my chest. Josh looked over at me, his face half-lit by the dim streetlights, and I felt a rush of affection for him, for the way he’d shared something so important to him with me, for the way he seemed to understand me in a way no one else did.

“Thank you,” I said softly, my voice barely audible over the music. “For bringing me here. I didn’t realize... I didn’t know I’d feel like this.”

Josh’s eyes softened, and he reached over to squeeze my hand, his thumb tracing small circles on the back of it. “You get it now,” he said quietly. “You understand what I’ve been talking about all this time.”

I nodded, squeezing his hand back. “Yeah,” I said. “I really do.”

The drive home was quieter, both of us lost in the music, but there was a kind of comfortable silence between us that made my chest feel warm. I watched Josh out of the corner of my eye, the way his fingers drummed against the steering wheel, the way his lips moved along with the lyrics. He looked content—more content than I’d ever seen him—and I realized that I liked this side of him. I liked seeing him happy.

“Hey,” I said suddenly, making him glance over at me. “Next time, will you take me to another one?”

His face lit up, a slow smile spreading across his lips. “Of course,” he said. “I wouldn’t wanna go with anyone else.”

I grinned back at him, feeling my heart skip a beat. “Good,” I said, leaning back in my seat. “Just promise me one thing.”

“Yeah?”

“Next time,” I said, giving him a mischievous smile, “I’m dressing the part. No more happy-go-lucky outfits. I’m going full emo.”

He laughed, a real, genuine laugh that made my heart soar. “Deal,” he said. “But only if you let me help.”

“Deal,” I agreed, feeling a thrill of excitement at the thought.

And as we drove down the dark, empty streets, the music filling the space between us, I realized that this was the start of something new, something that felt like it had been waiting for me all along.

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