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Thomas decides to see what all the Side’s animal forms would be. It does not go so well for Anxiety.

This is set pre accepting anxiety, and diverges a little from the cannon of that episode, fair warning.

He is terrified. His heart is pounding as he pulls further back into the shadows, hiding under the couch. He can hear the others out there, talking, laughing, having fun. This isn’t fun.

“An owl? Really, Thomas, owls aren’t even actually smart, their eyes take up much of their cranial cavity.”

“Come on, kiddo, they are symbols of wisdom. And those wings sure must be nifty! I’m having a pawsome time myself!” A groan at the pun.

“I always thought Logan was a bit bird brained.” Roman mutters. “But seriously, a dragon? While the scales are quite flattering, it is a bit strange, considering I usually fight them.”

“I don’t know, Roman, I guess cause you’re always talking about questing I just settled on a fantasy creature. It is pretty cool." He rolls his eyes at the huff of pride he can hear as Roman no doubt puffs up his chest, flares his wings.

“Speaking of strange, where's anxiety?” his ears flatten against his head, pulse picking up again. They’re talking about him.

“He should be here. I did summon him.” Thomas, confused. He curses his inability to sink out in this form.

“Perhaps he has taken the form of a smaller animal and is hiding.” He almost hisses, could Logic shut up for once?

“Aw, maybe we should look for him! He’ll probably be so cute!”

“Please. That weirdo is probably a venomous spider or a little parasite. Who cares, where he is?” yes, thank you Roman, for once being not a moron.

“Patton, if you’re worried perhaps you can sniff him out. You are a cat, after all.” No. Nonono. Logic, shut it!

“Good idea, Logan. Give it a try!” and he is outta here before he even knows what he’s doing.

His terror skyrockets and he shoots out from under the couch to the startled yelps of everyone else. Everything is big, huge, compared to him, the living room seems endless.

The stairs, he just needs to get to the stairs and he'll be able to physically enter the mindscape, he’s so close-

Then there is the flap of wings, a victorious shriek, and talons are digging into his shoulders pinning him down.

“Well, what have we here?” He shoves aside his fear, proud as his voice comes out just as scathing and steady as ever.

“Get off, you overgrown lizard.” He bites out, Roman’s scaled head coming into view. He glares at Roman’s laughter.

“Anxiety, kiddo? Is that you?”

“No, its Joan, yes it’s me, Patton, now get off, Roman!” His heart is beating fast, too fast, and his words are wavering. He is afraid, afraid, afraid. He hates this, hates it, he just wants this to be over.

“Hmm. I don’t think I will. Think about it, Thomas. We have the opportunity here to get anxiety out of our way for good.” His stomach drops, his blood goes cold, he is shaking.

“Roman, what are you suggesting?” Logan, he can’t be considering this, please no, please!

“I mean, we don’t need to vanquish him. We can keep him like this. Put him in a cage, or something.”

“I'm not a pet, you idiot, and you can’t keep me like this forever.” He hisses out.

“Oh contraire, little mouse, we can keep you weak enough you don’t have any choice.” His heart lurches as he is lifted up, Roman's wings buffeting him, they are in the air.

“Roman, put me down! I… please! Pleasepleaseplease…” he is crying now, begging, because he can’t, this can’t be happening, they can’t actually intend to keep him locked in this form, weak and powerless, in a cage.

The floor seems so far away, and he feels sick, from the altitude shift or what is happening or both, he can’t tell. The anguished terror is filling him and he lets out a broken, choked sob.

This is what he gets, for thinking he could ever be accepted, for thinking he could ever be tolerated, much less liked. All he’d ever done was his job, and this is his reward.

“Logan, what-" he lets out a squeak despite himself as a blur of gray rams into Roman, sending him spiraling off balance.

Then he feels the talon’s grip slip, and he screams. He is falling, flipping through the air. From this height in this form his bones will break, shatter, with his luck his neck will snap. He has time to cry for help, before he impacts.

“Gotcha!” The halt is jarring, and he is shaking, instinctively flattening himself to make as small a target as possible as he tries to get ahold of himself. He realizes it’s soft, the ground.

He looks up and nearly screams again, instead flattening further. Patton has caught him, sitting on his back haunches, he is caught in Patton's front paws.

“p-p-put me d-down. Please.” His voice is a whisper, trembles making him stutter, but Patton instantly complies, much to his relief.

He hears a shriek and looks up, just in time to see silver talons coming right at him, then they crash into him and he feels a ripping pain in his shoulder.

He can hear Patton yelling, Logan screeching, Roman growling, and it is loud so loud and all he can think is he is about to die-

“Enough!” Thomas yells, and suddenly the ground isn’t so close, suddenly he is stumbling to his feet, lunging for his normal spot on the stairs, reaching it in two strides. He lets out a relieved sob as he clutches the bannister, looking back at the others.

Logan has landed in a heap on the couch. Patton and Roman are tangled around each other on the floor. Patton's gaze meets his, worried.

“kiddo, you’re bleeding.” He lifts his hand numbly to his shoulder, mildly surprised as it comes away sticky and red. He lets out a broken, bitter laugh.

“Gee, wonder how that happened. Not like someone was trying to kill me, or worse hold me captive and torture me for my whole existence." His voice is raw and instead of biting sarcasm, it comes out as an almost whisper, red rimmed eyes glaring at the floor as he shakes, from latent fear and pulsing anger.

“Anxiety-" he half successfully chokes back another sob, harsh laughter tearing at his lungs.

“no, know what, it’s fine. It’s fine, Thomas. I always knew I wasn’t wanted. I was an idiot to hope you might… might ever actually change, actually want me around. Hell, even care about me like I care about you and keeping you safe.” He can barely stand, he doesn’t know if it’s from the pain and blood loss or the adrenaline fading or the panic attack he can feel pressing against him, tightening his chest.

“Kiddo…” he shakes his head.

“Y'know, if you really wanted me dead, all you had to do was ask. I would’ve done it myself.” He doesn’t look up. Doesn’t see the pained shock on Patton's face, the suspicious surprise on Roman's, the horror on Logan’s. The pain on Thomas's. Instead, he flips up his hood, hugging himself as he wordlessly sinks out.

He managed to lock the door before he collapses to the floor. His chest feels like it's being squeezed by a boa constrictor, his ribs crushed and all the air shoved out of his lungs. His vision narrows to a dark pinprick, gaze unseeing as he sees Roman's talons again and again, falling and splattering against the floor, bones shattered, bars, a cage, closing in, pressing him tight, he can’t breathe, he’s choking, he’s dying, god, he’s going to die here. Why not? He laughs hysterically, that’s what they want, may as well give it to ‘em.

“virgil, no. It’s not what we all want. Come back to me, stormy. Focus on my voice. You can do it, Virgil.” Virgil. None of them know his name. Only, only…

“Dee?” he chokes out, blurry vision focusing enough to see Deceit, holding his hands in his lap, rubbing circles on his knuckles.

“There we are. Hello, dearest.” Deceit reaches up, softly wiping away his tears, brushing back his hair.

“I’m an idiot. I’m a stupid idiot.” He mutters.

“No. Virgil, you’re not. It’s ok.” He hisses in a breath of pain as Dee places a hand on his shoulder, vision going speckly at the slight contact. Dee pulls away, eyes wide, face darkening to fury.

“You’re hurt. Vee, you’re bleeding" he just shrugs, another sob clawing its way out of his throat.

“Doesn’t matter.” He whispers. Deceit hisses, and pulls him onto his lap.

“It does. Even if they don’t care, even if they don’t love you, I do. It matters to me. You will always matter to me. You’re my baby, Virg. Even if you’ve left the nest, you’re still my little rain storm. Got it?” He feels Dee's extra arms removing his hoodie, then all six are cradling him against Dee's chest, holding him tight and safe and secure, letting him relax and melt into the touch, knowing Dee will never let anything hurt him. He feels Dee press a kiss to his head.

“you’ve wiped yourself out, love. I'll take care of that nasty shoulder gash. Get some sleep, dearest.” Weakly, he clings to Dee's shirt. He doesn’t want him to let go, he doesn’t feel safe, if Dee lets go.

“I’m staying, darling. I’ll stay as long as you want.”

“remus-"

“can rain down all the hell he wants. Until you’re better, they deserve it.” He finds he can’t argue with that. He falls asleep to Dee humming softly, stroking his forehead and holding his hand, his other arms working to gently bandage his shoulder.

Deceit sighs as he hears a crash. Looking up, he sees Remus kick in the door, eyes aflame.

“who hurt him? Who’s ass do I gotta beat until it falls off?”

“hush. I just got him settled.” Dee replies. In three strides, Remus is beside him, head cocked unnaturally far to the side, like a snapped neck.

“He’s ok?” Remus asks, neck snapping back to a normal position with an audible click.

“yes. Keep an eye on him, please?”

“What? Where're you going?” Remus asks. Deceit’s eyes flash.

“I am going to go see what exactly those half-witted buffoons did to send him spiraling. Then I am going to determine whom it is I need to beat the shit out of.” Deceit growled, stepping away from the bed.

“Boo, you never let me have any fun.” Remus pouts. He instantly stops as Virgil lets out a small sound, immediately climbing into the bed with him and spooning around him. Virgil curls against him immediately, stilling as he clings onto Remus.

“Thank you.” Deceit murmurs from the doorway. Remus nods.

“I'll take care of our little stormy night. You go teach ‘em a lesson, Dee.” Remus replies, relishing the sharp fanged smile Deceit flashes him, before sinking out. As an afterthought, he snaps, replacing the door, before turning his attention to Virgil, trying to mentally send him all of his love. Virgil is more of a brother to him than Roman has ever been, and he hates seeing him hurt.

“hang in there, vee. Dee'll fix everything.”

“I highly doubt he wants to be called right now.”

“But he was so scared! We have to help!”

“I don’t know Pat, seeing us might make it worse.” He clears his throat. He meets three sets of surprised eyes with steel. Thomas yelps and falls backwards, catching himself on the wall.

“Who is that?!”

“Deceit, you scurrilous snake, what are you doing here?” his eyes narrow at that.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Roman, was I not wanted here at this exact moment?” his voice is a perfect mimicry of Virgil's, and to his satisfaction it makes Roman flinch.

“Thomas. This is Deceit. He is responsible for the lies you tell not only others, but yourself. I am puzzled as to why you have appeared now. To my knowledge, no lies have been spoken.” Logan explains, and his hands ball into fists.

“Oh, truly, why ever would I be here? It'ssss not like Anxiety returned bloody and injured, in the midsssst of a panic attack, talking about how nobody wantssss him and it doessssn't matter. I’m sure that hassss nothing to do with it, Logic.” He hisses out, spitting Logan's title like it burns his tongue.

He can see Patton's guilty face out of the corner of his eye, knows whatever happened, it wasn’t him. But Roman… yes.

“So Thomas, dear, care to explain what happened?” He asks, sickly sweet, turning his gaze to Thomas, who has a slight frown on his face. As an afterthought, he notes that Thomas isn’t afraid of him, despite his scales and sharp fangs. Interesting.

“I thought it would be cool to see what everyone’s animal forms would be. Logan was an owl, Pat was a persian cat, and Roman was a dragon. But we didn’t see anxiety anywhere so we thought he was small and hiding and maybe too scared to move. Pat was gonna find him, then a mouse shot out from under the couch and Roman…” Thomas trails off, eyes shifting away, but it’s enough to confirm his suspicions.

“Roman. Care to continue?” Roman meets his ice cold gaze imperiously.

“gladly. I captured the fiend in my claws. Hurting him was an accident. I merely meant to catch him while he was small and couldn’t hurt us and contain him. Keep him small, so he’d stop bothering Thomas. It’s not like we need him, anyways.” Roman scoffs.

Rage is filling him. Because Roman truly thinks he is in the right, truly thinks he didn’t do anything wrong, and his voice is proud as he speaks about traumatizing Virgil, who is the youngest, the smallest, the most vulnerable to start with. How dare he?

Before he can think, he has crossed the room, he rears his hand back and slaps Roman hard enough to send him reeling backwards.

“You are a heartless, soulless bastard. I told him not to come, I told him he’d get hurt but he didn’t listen. You know why? It’s certainly not because he wants to be included, he doesn’t yearn for your acceptance, it doesn’t break him a little more each time you all dismiss and send him away unwanted. He definitely doesn’t just want to be liked! He never has a hard enough time just being himself, being afraid, all the fucking time, and you have certainly helped make him feel right at home.” He hisses, ignoring the tears stinging at his eyes as he whips around, facing the rest of them.

“And you’re no better. How do you think it feels, knowing the person who conjured you doesn’t even want you? How terrified would you be, surrounded by people who have never showed you kindness, who have admitted their distaste, small and defenseless, being threatened to be put in a cage? His worst fear is something happening to Thomas and being unable to reach him, to react and help. It’s his job to protect Thomas, and you were threatening to keep him away, to put Thomas’s own safety at risk for your own stupid biases! You were threatening to make his nightmare real, and not a single fucking one of you said otherwise, did you?!” He yells, slowly looking at each of them in turn. No one will meet his eyes now, not even Roman.

“you don’t deserve him. You don’t deserve his name. No wonder he hasn’t told you. You’re a bunch of ignorant bullies. And you’d say I’m the bad guy. You all picked out the most vulnerable and pounced.” He shifts his head, turning to Thomas, a curling, empty smile on his face.

“It was a fucking pleasure, Thomas. I’ll be taking my leave.” The lie is bitter and acrid on his tongue, tasting of ash as he sinks out.

He returns to Virgil's room, immediately hurrying to his bedside, because he is crying, despite Remus's attempts to soothe him.

“Vee, what’s wrong?” he asks. Virgil glares at him through his tears.

“you said you were gonna stay!” he lets out a soft breath, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I know. I just had to check on something. But you know Remus would never let anything hurt you, right?” Virgil nods, leaning back into Remus's arms.

“That’s right, starshine. You’re safe.” Remus whispers, rocking Virgil gently, who responds by pressing his face into Remus's chest.

“You’re staying now, right?” Virgil mumbles. He smiles, slipping under the covers.

“I am. No lies this time.” He murmurs as Virgil lays down, curling into him. He reaches out with all six arms, pulling Remus closer, hugging both of them and sandwiching Virgil in warmth and safety.

“What was it?” Remus asks lowly, once Virgil is out again. He sighs.

“Shapeshifting, animal forms. He was a mouse. Roman was a dragon. Threatened to keep him locked up. It got physical.”

“You mean Roman was a bitch and attacked Virgil unprovoked.” Remus's voice is flat, and he shoots him a soft look, one of his hands slipping into Remus's.

“I’m going to kill him.” He squeezes Remus's hand.

“Later. We can work on murder plans later. Right now Vee needs us.”

“Anxiety, it’s dinner time!” Patton's voice trills. He opens his eyes with a groan, freezing instantly.

This… isn’t his room. It isn’t even the commons. He’s laying in soft bedding. He realizes he’s in a little plastic hut. His heart speeds. He looks down at himself, human, good.

He flinches as the house is lifted up, leaving him exposed. His breath catches in his lungs, Patton is looming over him, he is giant. He skitters back, realizing his back is pressing against metal wire. Cage, he is in a cage, he is tiny, in a cage.

He scrambles, trying to claw his way out, trying to bend the wire enough to wriggle out.

“hey, now. None of that kiddo.” His stomach flips as hands squeaze around his waist and he is lifted into the air. He is barely as tall as Patton's ring finger, he is so high in the air as Patton places him down on his palm.

“patton please, please, just let me go, please!” he begs, feeling tears slipping down his face.

“Aw, I know kiddo. But this is better for everyone. This way you’re still around but don’t bother Thomas.” He stumbles as Patton places him back in the cage, doubling over and choking on sobs as a small food dish is placed inside, the shadows of bars shading his face.

He is still begging, pleading, screaming, for Patton, for anyone, to let him out, let him go, but he knows no one is coming, and the bars are pressing in, and soon there won’t be any more space, any more air.

“hush, stormy, shhh. It’s ok. It’s ok, lovely.” His eyes fly open, and he clings to Dee, feeling all of his arms cradling him tight as he sniffles into his shoulder, sobs shaking his thin frame.

“Just a dream, Vee." He feels Remus's hand on his, feels the terror and residual fear draining out of him as the nightmare is removed from his mind. The pros of dark creativity. Remus can steal other people’s bad thoughts, bad dreams, but then he experiences whatever the thoughts were. He hears Remus's sharp inhale as he sees it, feels his hand tighten it’s grip.

“thanks ree.” He manages, his voice hoarse and sore.

“Virgil, love, we should talk about it. I only got minor details from them.”

“what’s to say? They were going to keep me in a cage, they d-didn't want me.” Dee draws back a tad, looking down at Virgil's face, eyes hidden behind his bangs.

“did anyone help? Surely not all of them went along with this.” He shrugs, taking a deep breath.

“R-roman g-g-rabbed me in his talons and st-started flying. But he yelled… I think L-Logan tried to stop him. He was an o-o-owl. I think he rammed Roman and made him drop me. P-p-patton c-caught me. And… and he put me down, right away, when I asked. I… I don't think they woulda let Roman k-keep me.” He mumbles out, shaking. Dee feels his heart breaking, can feel the murder on Remus's face.

“That's good, Virge. They were trying to defend you.” Virgil shakes his head.

“but they didn’t. Only p-patton even cared I was h-hurt. Thomas… Thomas didn't say a-anything.”

“but he changed you back.” His brow creases as he looks out from Dee's arms at Remus's words. “if he agrees with Roman, he wouldn’t have changed you back.”

“He's right, lovely. Thomas doesn’t hate you. I know that. That is fact.” He sighs.

“Doesn’t feel like it right now.” He mumbles.

“I know. And that’s ok, Virge.” Dee kisses his head softly. He startles at a knock on the door.

“Remus, see who it is?”

“If it’s princey stab him for me.” Virgil mumbles, making Remus chuckle and ruffle his hair.

“Gladly, stormy.”

He throws open the door, leaning in the doorway with a cocky grin, teeth sharp and eyes glinting.

“Well, well, hello there Daddy. Have I been naughty?” he teases, moving to block Patton's view of the room.

“Remus… what… what are you doing here?” Patton asks nervously.

“Apparently playing the butler. Y'know, Patton, in the movies the butler is always guilty of murder.” He tilts his head slowly, relishing the fear that races across Patton's face. “Now, what are you doing here, daddio?” Patton fiddles with his sweater sleeves, a frown settling on his face.

“I just… I know he probably doesn’t want to see us right now, heck, maybe ever, and I don’t fault him for it. Today… today was bad. Really, really bad. I just want to make sure he's ok. And apologize. We… we chewed out Roman. His actions were unacceptable. Just… I would never let that happen. He’s not… he’s a person, and I don’t always agree with him, but that doesn’t give anyone the right to take away his voice or opinion. Can you just… pass that on, for me? Please?”

Remus looks back at the bed, softening as he sees Virgil uncurling from Dee, sitting with his knees pulled to his chest, leaning against Dee, who has an arm around his shoulders. Virgil looks up at Dee, a silent question.

“No lies.” Dee murmurs, and Virgil bites his lip. “You wanna let him in?” He asks softly. Virgil hesitates, but nods.

“If he means it... yeah.” Virgil mumbles.

“He does. Remus, stop playing. V- Anxiety says he can come in.” He calls, catching himself before using Virgil’s actual name. Remus sighs, but steps aside.

“Well? Come in then.”

Hesitantly, Patton steps inside the dark room, taking in the soft, dark carpet, the dark to light purple gradient painted on the walls. There are also posters for bands carefully hung in frames, and a few posters for movies that Anxiety must like. He sees fairy lights strung across the ceiling that sparkle like stars without the main lights turned on.

He lets out a soft noise of hurt as he takes in Anxiety, knees pulled to his chest, his shoulders hunched. His eyeshadow is smeared all over his face, his eyes red and puffy. He glances at Deceit, not as surprised to see him here, tilting his head. Deceit nods minutely, and he sits down next to Anxiety, legs dangling over the edge of the bed, careful not to touch him, to give him space.

“hey kiddo. How’s your shoulder?” He asks.

“better. Dee helped. It still... still hurts.” His voice is quiet and unsure and hoarse.

“Yeah. I think it would be pretty strange if it didn’t. I’m glad you’re going to be ok, though. Even if it hurts now, it’ll feel better eventually.”

“will it?” He is surprised as Patton pulls him into a hug, startled, but after a moment he leans into it, tucking his chin against Patton’s shoulder.

“I have never wanted you to die. I have never wanted you to leave. You’re one of my kiddos, kiddo, and that means I stand up for you when something hurts you, no matter who or what it is.”

“i’m scared. I hate... I hate being small... I hate... it’s so big, everything... I could drown, in a puddle, I could be crushed by a book, I could be stepped on, I could be crushed, I could get hurt and no one would know, no one would realize or find me. I could be caged...” He chokes out, fear flooding through him again. “I could be caged and my influence squashed, and then no one would protect Thomas, look out for dangers, keep him... keep him on task, keep him motivated to d-do better. I c-can't... trapped, and b-bars and it-it's too much... too small...” He is shaking again, on the edge of hysteria, but Patton is rocking him, holding him.

“Oh honey... I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. We didn’t know you were gonna be that little. I’m sorry we didn’t ask permission first, we weren’t thinking. I promise, promise,” he pulled back so Anxiety could see his eyes, tears spilling down his own cheeks, “that I will physically fight anyone who suggests we do that again, who even dares to mention putting you in a cage. I nearly did fight Roman, Logan had to hold me back.” That gets a weak laugh out of Anxiety, imagining Logan holding back a kicking and spitting furious Patton. “I love you, kiddo. I really, really do, and if anyone has a problem with that, has a problem with you, they’ll have to go through me first.” Patton’s voice is fierce, and he doesn’t have to look at Dee to know that he isn’t lying.

“T-thomas-”

“Is worried about you, kiddo. I came to check on you cause he wanted to make sure you were gonna be ok. What you said... really, really scared us, but we didn’t wanna summon you, because we knew you probably didn’t want to be summoned. He’s sorry, too. We all are.”

“Even Roman?” He asks, bitterness in his voice. Patton hesitates, sighing.

“I don’t know. I think... I think he’s sorry he got yelled at, sorry he got in trouble, sorry we didn’t agree with him. But I don’t think he’s sorry for what he actually did to you, said to you. Which makes me angry, because he should be sorry, but he isn’t, and if he isn’t, I can’t change that. What I can do is make sure you are going to be alright. I can learn what else we shouldn’t do without asking your permission. I can be better at speaking up when Roman threatens or takes jabs at you, and eventually, hopefully, his attitude will change as he learns none of us are going to enable him anymore. I’m sorry it went this far.” He blinks, surprised. He didn’t expect Patton to acknowledge Roman’s inability to see his own wrongdoings. He didn’t expect Patton to admit to his own shortcomings. He didn’t expect Patton to be... honest.

“What would you like us to do for now, Anxiety? Clearly, you have two people who love you very much helping your right now, so I feel ok leaving, if you like. I just didn’t want you to be alone, when you were so upset. Thomas... all of us, want to speak with you about what happened, to try and make ammends, but we’ll do that on your terms, so there’s no rush. Just, whenever you’re ready to talk, we’re ready to listen. If you like, I can bring you meals, if you don’t wanna leave your room for a while. I wanna keep you healthy, and I know if I leave you to your own devices it’ll be chips and soda for every meal.” He lets out a little snort at that, because Patton is right, of course, and he’s already calmed down so much because Patton is being so nice, and he knows Dee would have told him if Patton had lied.

“that all sounds good, yeah.” He mumbles, shifting out of Patton’s hug, pulling his knees to his chest once again.

“ok. Is there anything else you need, or would like me to do?” He bites his lip, thinking.

“Just... just let them know I’m ok? If they’re really that worried about me.” Patton squeezes his non injured shoulder once as he stands, smiling gently.

“Will do, kiddo. If you ever need anything, or just want some company, don’t be afraid to call me up.”

“I... might.” Patton smiles again, soft and warm.

“I love you, Anxiety.” Patton turns away, but before he sinks out, Virgil steels his courage.

“Virgil!” He shouts, and the room seems to freeze. Remus is staring at him in wide eyed surprise. Deceit has stopped rubbing his back, and Patton falters mid step, before turning to face him, something akin to awe on his face. “That’s... my name. My name is Virgil.” A huge smile blooms across Patton’s face, his eyes light up with tender joy, and he sniffles, wiping away tears.

“Virgil. I think that’s a lovely name, Virgil. I know I'm usually a blabber mouth, but it when it counts, I can keep a secret.” Patton winks, sending a smile flashing across his own face as warmth blooms in his chest. With a wave, Patton sinks out, and he collapses back against Deceit with a long, low sigh.

“You sure about that, Virg?” Remus asks, from where he’s leaning against the wall, having simply observed everything.

“yeah. Yeah I... think I am.” He feels Dee press another soft kiss to the top of his head.

“Proud of you, lovely.” He smiles, closing his eyes as he feels Remus settle on the other side of him. He is still scared and afraid and knows the nightmares won’t leave him alone for ages, now. But he also knows that at least Patton is on his side. And Patton is almost more of a mama bear than Deceit. If the two of them are looking out for him, he knows nothing will hurt him like this ever again.

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Class 108's Apocalypse Field Trip | Chapter 1.

The world ended on a Tuesday. Quite suddenly, halfway through class. After the sky split open and green light bathed the earth, things changed. Some lived.

Some didn’t.

Class 108 stayed together, for the most part. They took up a base in the school, and boarded up the windows and doors.

Sydney was the one who first learned they didn’t need to eat. Other revelations of that sort followed. Sleep was not needed, nor was water. Air seemed to be, though, as they learned after Cal passed out from holding their breath.

The first one to die was Cú.

They don’t talk about Cú.

Of course, some things are unavoidable in the end. Logically, Sydney knew it was only a matter of time before something managed to slip under the cracks and they’d all get killed; god knows they’d narrowly scraped by enough times to be considered cosmically lucky. Tabitha had been spreading rumors, as was her nature, about the school itself being sentient, trapping them inside with false promises of safety.

On the worse days, Sydney believed it.

Sydney stepped into the classroom slowly, craning her head to where Tabitha and Rosie were explaining their theories. She didn’t know which theories, but she’d heard most of them by now.

“G’morning.” She said.

It was night.

No, she thought, the sky is dark, but that doesn’t mean it’s night.

Rosie gestures towards a desk, and she avoids the chair toppled over at her feet as she sits down on top of it. She takes not of who else had decided to attend this “session” of theirs today. There are 12 students left out of the thirty who had originally made up the class. Ten of them had disappeared after running away from the school in shock after the eye in the sky had first opened. They hadn’t been in homeroom during the “blink,” which is what they’d taken to call the eye opening, and hadn’t seen any teachers since that day.

She remembered it vividly.

Ms. Bruis had tensed, eyes wide in shock, before telling them to calm down and stay indoors. She immediately went outside the room to check on everyone else.

That was the last time they’d seen Ms. Bruis, but not the last time they’d seen her face.

Besides the initial chaos, there wasn’t anything attacking the school. It was just shouting and screaming and running. Sydney had stayed in the classroom, clumsily trying to close the blinds on the window.

People just, left. And they didn’t come back.

The first venture was when they lost Cú. She doesn’t like to talk about him, never mind think about him. Nonetheless, her mind often drifts towards his death.

It was about four hours after the chaos. People had been nearly sucked out of the building, teachers included. The only ones that remained were the thirty students of 108.

Sydney didn’t know why they were the only ones to remain. She still doesn’t now.

The students decided to have a short party go out and scout. Sydney, Katie, Cú, Tabitha and Rosie. Four survived, one did not.

Rosie was always the thinker of the group, and as such she took the front. Katie was chosen for her seemingly nonchalant disposition to going, and Tabitha for her mind, which was always going too fast and often arriving at far-out conclusions. Despite this, she was a quick-witted person and had been selected for her dexterity and speed. Cú was selected for his physicality. He was a teddy bear, but a strong teddy bear.

It didn’t save him in the end.

And Sydney, well, she was cautious. She wonders if she could’ve saved Cú if she’d been just a little bit wearier.

They wandered a few blocks before hearing the sound of skin and bone splitting. Tabitha immediately ran toward the sound, as was her nature. The rest, Rosie at the lead, followed, hiding behind a corner.

Katie didn’t make a face, but even she was visibly pale.

When the sound came again, louder, and a creature made of wet flesh and twisted muscle stepped out of the alleyway, she became practically white.

Sydney retched. She’s not ashamed to admit it, you would’ve too. Anyone would’ve retched if they saw that sight.

It got worse.

“Hello?! Someone! Help me, please!”

It was Ms. Bruis-no, it looked like Ms. Bruis.

Cú ran. He dodged the creature, running to Ms. Bruis and starting to try to pick her up off the ground, before he noticed she was rooted to the cement. His eyes widened as blood ran down her face

She smirked.

Sydney will always remember the flash of teeth before she plunged her hand-no, her claw-into his stomach. He made a choked sound before the creature bounded back over and ripped his jaw clean off.

They ran. They ran. They ran.

And then they came back to the classroom, and they wept.

There were more expeditions after that. They lost seven more after that, but in those ventures, they collected knowledge. This knowledge went on Rosie’s list, though it also doubled as a rulebook.

THE LIST

1. Some creatures can make copies of people you know in order to trick you. They don’t bleed, so your best shot at not meeting eyeball daddy up close is to yeet the fuck outta there//bold of you to assume I don’t want to meet eyeball daddy uwu//

2. Don’t trust meat. Ever. Meat comes alive. WE ARE VEGANS IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2018(?)

3. Don’t answer the door, even if you’re armed. No, Eric, we do not count your big muscles™ as a weapon.

4. If you MUST answer the door, don’t. You have been stopped.

5. A short section on the happenings of the places(?) known to us as “nightmares.”

Nightmares trap humans in these crazy places. We’ve only seen two, but they are extremely dangerous, and both encounters ended in casualties. They trap your mind and make you experience terrible things, and like the rest of the world (to our knowledge at least) don’t follow normal time or space rules. Basically, if you want to avoid a ,’ , |,’_’, you should not screw with that shit.

6. Always check with someone else before eating or drinking. Sometimes, your mind will play tricks on you and you won’t notice that you’re eating something…not good. Honor cal for their sacrifice regarding this matter (sorry cal)

7. Always shut the blinds. Eyeball daddy is watching you//YOU DID NOT NEED TO SAY THAT TABITHA

8. Don’t leave the building without consulting all of class 108.

9. Don’t read books that others haven’t read first, especially if it says it’s from the library of Jurgen LeitnerSTUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING JURGEN LEITENER GOD DAMN FOOL BOOK COLLECTING DUST EATING RAT OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIO//yes, Riko, we get it, but good point. Be Jared, 19.

10. Don’t invite anyone in.

“What are we on today?” Sydney asked.

“Tabitha’s on about the categories again.” Cal said.

“I really think it could work!” she said loudly. “Look, there’s consistencies in every single encounter we’ve had. Think about it. Remember what happened at the theater?”

Katie grimaced silently. “How could we forget?”

Tabitha ignored her. “The webs. Spiders and the rest of those insects are different categories. The wriggly silver worms are more like, bugs and wriggly things and judging from the infestation we had they all work together.”

“Like a hive?” Cal asked.

Tabitha nodded. “Exactly like that. Spiders are different though; you saw how many were crawling about during the amphitheater incident. And that whole thing was about control. All those people who were laughing…they, they were there. They didn’t want to do it! They didn’t want to laugh, you saw their eyes. They were being controlled. And when,” she paused, gritting her teeth, “and when Marcy died she was being controlled too. Puppeted.”

That’s two. Then we come to the next one, guns and murder and war and shit like that. Simple enough. But I think it has to be humans killing humans, because the thing that killed, killed Cú wasn’t like that. It was, it was different. I don’t know. I’ll get back to that.

“Then we have the cover up, or the anonymous things. Things like those little creatures that hide in your plates that you can’t notice are there until someone tells you. That’s why I’m confused, because I think the weird fleshy creature we faced was aligned with that but also with those meat things that broke Rosie’s leg. I don’t know how to explain it, but, ah. Sorry. I think they’re the same category.”

“I’ll humor you; can a thing be two categories?” Katie questioned her dully.

“I think so. Maybe it’s like colors? Really angry colors. They’re all separate, but the same because they’re all made of the same stuff. And they all blur together sometimes?”

“Yeah,” Katie snorted, “we’re being killed by really angry colors.”

Tabitha flushed. “Hey! It was just an analogy.”

Rosie seemed to be considering what Tabitha had said, before she looked up. “I believe you.”

“Y-you do?” Tabitha blinked, taken back.

Rosie nodded. “It makes sense. Really angry colors.”

“Really angry colors.”

A few hours-well, time was weird, but Sydney supposed it was hours-later, the class was doing yoga. Well, not “yoga” per se. They were beating each other on the head with torn up yoga mats.

“Hey!” Riko shouted as Tabitha tripped over her mat while chasing Cal. “Watch it! This is where I sleep!”

Tabitha stuck her tongue out and Katie snorted, not looking up from her book. Sydney wondered how she did that; Katie always seemed to have an astounding amount of situational awareness at all times.

“Real mature.” Katie groused.

Tabitha grinned, and Rosie smiled softly.

“I’M GOING TO MAKE YOU MEET EYEBALL DADDY!” she shouted to Cal, who’s eyes widened in mock fear.

“Oh no! The horror! OwO!” They said dramatically.

“Did they just say “OwO”?” Sydney asked in a deadpan. Rosie nodded solemnly.

“You ever wonder…” Sydney trailed off, the muffled shouting of their peers drowned out into the background.

“Wonder what?” Rosie tilted her head in question.

“What happened to Mr. Sims.”

“He’s probably…not with us anymore.”

“Yeah. Still, could you imagine? He was a bloody cryptid. He’d probably take all this with no sweat.”

“Maybe he’d give us concerts too.”

“Good ole Jonny D’Ville.”

Rosie snickered.

“You know how he always drew eyes everywhere? During tests?”

“Oh god, don’t mention that to Tabitha, I don’t need her going on about another conspiracy.”

Sydney grinned to herself and Rosie groaned.

“Well, I was thinking, maybe it was an omen.”

“An omen?”

“Yeah. I’ve never been spiritual really, but the worlds gone to shit so who knows what’s real. Maybe the Mayans were just a few days off.”

“Ah, the apocalypse calendar.”

“Indeed.”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

A noise rang out from the entrance to the school, loud and imposing. Sydney’s heart started to thump wildly in terror.

They all shot up, and Katie got her switchblade out from her pocket. She was lucky enough to have it on her at the blink, and it was their best weapon.

Cypress shot inside the classroom silently, eyes wide, red curls bouncing. He clicked the door shut quietly, pale. “The others sent me. They’re hiding in place. I think we should just stay put.”

Rosie nodded, gesturing him to come over. She placed a finger over her lips in order to get them to stay silent, then nodded to Katie. Katie had always been gifted with really good hearing, and it had saved their assess more than enough times for Rosie to know that letting her try to hear who was at the door was the best safe bet for situation and the time being.

Katie closed her eyes, but after a quarter of a minute shook her head.

That’s when they heard it.

“Hello!”

Sydney brought a hand to her mouth to clamp down a scream.

It was Cypress.

Eyes wide, she glanced over to Cypress, her Cypress, who’s expression was now glazed over. Was his skin always that waxy? Why was his hair so smooth? It looked like that of a dolls, curls made of softly bent plastic.

Katie saw the flicker of light before she saw the blade, and she lunged.

Her switchblade pierced his skin-no, his stuffing, with a sound akin to ripping a toy. It didn’t seem to stop this not-Cypress.

Oh god, Sydney thought, today is the day I die.

There was a sound like static now in the air, and the faint smell of burning. Sydney began to feel sick, almost lightheaded.

The door swung open, and Sydney whipped her head around to see Cypress, who was trailed by…Mr. Sims?

#tma #the magnus archives #teacher!jon #teacher jonathan sims #tma fanfic #eyepocolypse #tma spoilers #tma au #season 5 #tma season 5 #gen z vs the apocolypse

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a-lonely-tatertot · 4 years

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numbers & i don't knows

THE FIC BREAK IS OVER

@enbies-and-felonies and @an-absolute-travesty THIS IS HOW TO NOT BREAK PEOPLES HEARTS GUYS

pairing: titz (tam/fitz)

word count: 1807

warnings: two swear words and one mention of alcohol

A/N: This is for titz week the first prompt Winnoning Gala! It ended up longer than it was supposed to whoops. I read through this exactly one time and grammarly wasn’t working so beware @titzweek

Numbers filled his vision. They didn’t anger him like he feared they would. The taunting black #21 on a yellow background only filled him with a deep sadness. The dresses, the colors, the golden numbered badges, none of them would ever mean anything to him. Fitz knew his father was watching him, eyes tracing everywhere he went, watching to see which girl he interacted with would make the perfect wife. And that, that one thought filled him with anger. The people who were labeled with numbers that came from an imperfect list deserved more than what he could ever give them. All he wanted was out. Right now, out of that room.

Biana was trying to help, she didn’t know why it all bothered him so much but she was trying. Chattering excitedly with the other girls, trying to distract them from their goal. The boy who wandered with an unwanted spotlight on him.

Somewhere in his masked misery, he had wandered to the bar that held snacks and punch, for once he wished it was real alcohol. Maybe that would make the night somewhat better.

A knee-length, silky, green dress, with gold sandals and matching gold #4 clipped to the top of the dress. She was polite, well-groomed, she knew exactly what to say, exactly how to laugh. Back as straight as a stick paired with a smile as soft as cotton. He should’ve wanted to be something to her. To mean something, other than just a Vacker. Other than a number. But he knew by her eyes that she was like him. Maybe she did want to be here, but it was all for status. The enticing stare would fool anyone, not Fitz though. Because he knew exactly how to stare back.

The girl was good at carrying the conversation and annoyingly enough couldn’t pick up on the fact that Fitz just wasn’t in the mood. Maybe he was too good at hiding it. His thoughts wandered from one topic to the next through her ramblings. Counting the minutes she talked referencing the giant clock on the far wall that was behind her. Around three minutes he mused again that his father would be happy if he chose her. She knew her manners at least. When five minutes had gone by he rethought that because there was no way he was choosing her. By the time seven minutes had passed he started wondering if he spilled the punch on himself he could leave. At ten he prayed for the sweet release of death when he finally heard her voice falter and felt a presence behind him.

Never in his life had he been as happy to see the silver tipped hair and vaguely threatening face of Tam Song. “Hey man you made it!” he yelled way happier than he should’ve been.

“Pretty sure you would’ve killed me if I didn’t,” Tam pointed out. They had gotten closer, bonding over shitting parents and being vaguely annoyed with the constant PDA from Sophie and Keefe.

Fitz winked, “Anyway, Tam this is Mika, Mika this is Tam.” The two shook hands, Mika giving her full smile while Tam gave only a nod.

“Nice to meet you, if you don't mind I need to steal him for a bit,” Tam said and Fitz was flooded with a wave of relief. Mika nodded and walked off to go bother someone else and he didn’t have the heart to feel bad for them.

“Oh thank the Ancients,” Fitz said spinning back to face the smaller boy after Mika was around the corner. “I thought I was going to have to fake a heart attack.”

Tam chuckled quietly, “Yeah Biana thought you might’ve needed some help.”

They stared at each other for an awkward moment, and Fitz thought that might be it. Tam would go back to shadowing Biana and he would be left alone to face the masses.

Fitz didn’t notice he had started fidgeting until Tam reached up to grab his hand before it ran through his hair for the fifth time. “You wanna get outta here?”

“I think there's a rule against leaving your own Gala,” Fitz said sadly.

Tam shrugged, “Biana can deal with them. Plus you look about a minute away from a panic attack. We could head to my house, Terigan wouldn’t care.”

“Please.” It was Tam’s turn to wink. Wrapping his hand around Fitz’s he dragged them both to a corner and quickly covered them with shadows. They stuck to the walls, moving quickly and quietly. It was nerve racking, Fitz Vacker was the Golden Boy. The Golden Boy wouldn’t leave his own Gala, this was a tradition. This was a birth right. He should’ve been honored, excited! Yet here he was, one hand against the wall, the other wrapped in Tam’s. In that moment he was the farthest thing from The Golden Boy he once was but he had never felt more alive. Every inch of his skin was on fire. With nervous and fear, excitement, and he couldn’t stop the grin that spread when Tam raised the crystal out in the courtyard.

Tam didn’t let go when they arrived. Fitz practically held on tighter. Neither commented on their interlocked fingers.

“So,” Tam said, creaking the door open and falling behind Fitz to the marble gray kitchen. This wasn't his first visit. “Why did you hate being there so much?”

A take it or leave it question. It was his decision to answer or not. That was something he knew with Tam. Somehow he had earned the boy’s trust, and there was a unsaid contract that said Fitz didn’t have to explain himself ever again. But Tam deserved to know, know that Fitz wasn’t normal. That he was wrong in ways that wasn’t just his family. He pulled out ingredients from the cabinets as Tam took a seat. “I dont like girls,” he said with a shrug. “Guess I’m broken like that. Romantically or sexually.”

Fitz was too caught up in his head to notice Tam had moved. It was easier when he was across the counter. Farther away, he could focus on his recipes, on what he knew. Tam was a whole new type of he didn’t know. But there he was, next to him measuring out dry ingredients like he had commented on the weather. There wasn’t a tension in his hands he stirred, nothing about him suggested he was angry. Another thing Fitz just didn’t understand. “Hello?” he asked finally, partly out of annoyance. He just spilled a deep secret and Tam had the audacity to ignore him.

And he continued to. It was like he wasn’t there entirely. Going through the motions of baking (even though Tam didn’t actually know how to bake) without actually thinking.

“Are you going to at least look at me?” Tam said nothing. Tam did nothing except continue to stir. At this point Fitz was angry. Angry and tired and scared and he just wanted to be yelled at. That he knew. That he understood.

Without thinking he grabbed Tam’s shoulders and spun him to look at him. Forcing himself into the boys mind, breaking a few laws in the process, he screamed as loud as he could into the boy’s head, LOOK AT ME!

Tam finally did, but there was stone in his eyes. Get out. Fitz did, he even stumbled a foot farther.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean too, just you were kinda freaking me out,” Fitz rushed out.

Tam’s face softened and he stopped fearing for his life. “So you don’t like girls,” he said slowly, “do you like guys?”

It hit him like a slap. Could he like guys? Hell he didn’t like girls that was already breaking some unspoken rule might as well go the full nine yards. That sounded like his luck. But Tam didn’t sound angry when he asked, only curious. (And maybe hopeful but Fitz didn’t want to have more things he didn’t understand.)

“I-I’ve never thought about it,” he admitted. It wasn’t a no. An unsaid maybe. Tam bit his lip. Fitz watched transfixed, he didn’t want to move because the thought of this all shattering and Tam getting angry was too much to bare.

Tam held his gaze, his eyes were strangely challenging. Whatever he was about to ask he was daring Fitz to say no. (Fitz wasn’t going to say no to Tam, whatever he was going to ask.) “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” Fitz didn’t know how that fit into this conversation, but he didn’t think about it. He didn’t have time to.

In one move Tam wrapped his hand in Fitz tie and yanked him down. He only stopped to look Fitz in the eye before smashing their mouths together. Fitz stilled, not quite wrapping his head around what was happening (and because ow), but quickly he moved with the other boy.

Neither really knew what they were doing, and it definitely wasn’t perfect. But Fitz had three realizations in that moment.

Tam’s lips were softer than he ever thought they could be, even if they were cracked and torn.

Finally he understood why so many people made such a big deal about kissing girls. If he could Fitz wouldn’t have stopped for the world.

He only knew this one because a loud cough came from his left. Terigan had walked into the room.

“Hello,” he said politely. Tam had jumped feet away from him as if he’d been shocked; Fitz was very pointedly not looking at either of them. The counter had become very very interesting in that moment.

“Uh, hi,” Tam responded. “I thought you weren’t going to be home for another hour.” For a fleeting moment Fitz wondered if Tam had planned this.

“Got done early, I was going to make dinner but I guess you two had different plans.” He tried not to choke on his tongue as he remembered how Tam’s mouth felt on his. How he tasted like the chocolate from the snack bar, realization 4. These numbers were better than the black numbers on gold that would decided his future.

“Ha, uh yeah,” Tam pulled on his bangs a desperate attempt to hide his furious blush.

“I’ll tell Linh to find a place to stay. Goodnight boys,” Terigan said with a small wave. Fitz waved back more out of habit and panic and the fact that Tam was too busy wishing himself away to wave.

When he was gone a heavy silence filled the room. Both boys tried to look anywhere that wasn’t each other. At some point they looked at each other. At some point the silence broke and they laughed. At some point they kissed again. And at some point Fitz realized it had been a better night than he ever thought it was going to be.

#i wrote it in like two hours #titz #tam/fitz #tam song #fitz vacker #kotlc fic #tater writes #titz week 2020

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cigtray · 5 years

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Locked by the necklace

“So what’s with your necklace?” The girl tucked into his side asked. The necklace she was referring to was one he always wore, it was a small wave trapped in the circle of the pendant on a silver chain.

“Take my necklace, give it back when you come back to me” she had told him, tears running down her face. “(Y/n), I couldn’t do that, it was your grandmas, what if I don’t-” “you will. We’ll see eachother again. And if we don’t you always have a piece of me.” She had said as steadily as she could through her tears. Billy leaned down to let her clip the necklace around his neck. His eyes closed as he let himself relish in the feeling of her hands brushing against the back of his neck. She placed a small kiss on his cheek as she pulled away from him. “Take mine,” He said as he unclipped his mother’s necklace. “So you always have a part of me, an important part.” He said as he unclipped his mother’s necklace for the first time in a long time.

He could still remember the sadness and adoration in her eyes as he clipped the necklace around her neck. He could still feel her soft lips telling him not to go. And then he remembered everything he had done since he’d left her side, everyone he had done. What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t go back. He couldn’t face her and tell her that while he was wearing her necklace he bent girls over the back of his Camaro.

God, he remembered the way she used to take him in her mouth, the way she had moaned when he called her princess, the feeling of her soft breasts against his face. He remembered her soft hips against his rough skin and, fuck, he remembered her soft hips grinding and riding his thigh. He got hard just thinking about it.

“Billy? What’s with you?” The girl asked again. “Get outta here.” He grumbled without looking at her. “What the fuck?! Billy! You-” “I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE” he snarled at her. At that point she was running from the Californian boy. “Fuck.” He mumbled as he turned to rest his head against the Camaro. “FUCK.”

Nothing in Hawkins was satisfying, not the girls, not their weed, not their sunsets. Nothing. Especially not without her. He had fucked up. He had already known that. He had known that when it felt like the necklace was searing against his skin, when he felt guilt eat away at him in the shape of the small necklace, he had known. But he missed it all, her soft skin, her laugh, how she held him when his father gave him a beating. He missed how she was kind, and soft and sweet. That when she laid a hand on his arm it wasn’t to try and get him to sleep with her or give her a popularity boost.

It had been within the first week he had messed up. He had been jerking off to the thought of her hips and moans most nights. But he met Tommy and Tommy introduced him to the mundane parties of Hawkins Indiana. And Billy was willing to take what he could get. That night he had done a keg stand and drank way more beer then he could actually remember drinking. All in all he got pretty fucked up.

The girl had pulled herself to him, pressed all her body against his intoxicated form. When she started to grind against his hips he had moaned, “fuck, (y/n)” but the girl didn’t seem to mind, or maybe she didn’t notice. She must’ve noticed when he only moaned the name (y/n), but she didn’t stop. And when he woke up he flipped the fuck out. But that night seemed to be on replay, over and over. Fucked up, see her instead of the girl that was there, wake up, freak out.

“Yo Billy!” Tommy obnoxiously called from across the school hallway. “There’s a party tonight, 10 at the quarry.” Tommy smirked “my mans Billy can score again.” Tommy had laughed. Billy had only cringed, but put on the exterior of the man whore he was beginning to be known for.

The Quarry was clammy and cold, but the children from Hawkins seemed to believe it was a nice evening. Billy sat on the hood of his Camaro, blankly looking over crowds of underaged teenagers. He had been called to come to their group by a lot of people who he only ignored. He still smirked at all of them, eating up the attention. Making up for the attention he had lost with his move from California. A beer in hand, he blankly sipped tasting nothing anymore.

“Hey girl.” A guy said as he tossed an arm across your shoulders. “No way.” You hissed for the eleventh time, the guys seemed to be shocked to see a new face, all trying to get in your pants. You searched for the light of his California sun kissed face, but the coldness of Indiana faces was all that met your gaze. Finally you saw his horrible mullet among the maze of cars.

“Billy” you whispered as you came to him. His eyes flicked up and over your form. “Not again.” He hissed, dropping the beer to the ground and rubbing his hands over his eyes. “Billy, it’s me.” You tried as you came closer, letting your hand rest on his knee. “I’m not doing this again, not to her. You aren’t her. It’s just the alcohol.” He stood this time, towering over you, before you pulled out his necklace. “I’m not a hallucination, you gave this to me before you left. I gave you my wave necklace, it was my grandmas, remember?” Billy’s eyes widened as he shrunk, his arms curling around your waist, pulling you with him as he sat back down on the Camaro.

His body started to shake with soft sobs, hands gripping at your Corduroy jacket. Your hands combing through his locks as he cried into your shoulder. “It’s okay.” You softly hummed. “I’m sorry, I-, I’m so sorry, (y/n).” He tried to steel himself, be the tough guy he was known to be. “What’re you sorry for?” You hummed again. His hands gripped at your hips. “I messed up. I’m so so sorry.” He only said head still buried in your neck. “Sorry for what Billy.” You took his face in your hands making him look at you. His face was red and regret was plain to see in his blue eyes.

“I slept with girls here, (y/n).”

“Why?” You said, much quieter then before. Your hands starting to recoil from him. He quickly grabbed your hands in his. “I got messed up, and I- I though they were you. In my head I thought they were you. I just wanted you, and when I saw you-” “I came all the way here to see you. All the way from California even though my parents told me not to. Not to see you, not to keep hoping. Long distance never works, they said. He’s too pretty, he’ll never keep his hands to himself they said. I told them you wouldn’t hurt me! You’d be here waiting to come home to ME!” You cried. You had every right to be angry, Billy knew that. But it didn’t mean Billy knew how to handle that. “Yeah well I couldn’t (y/n)! And you’re a dumbass for thinking I could!” He shouted. You were both standing now, both your frames rigid. You looked at him and shook your head. “Fuck you.” You hissed as you stomped away from him, away from the party, to the edge of the Quarry, looking at the party from a distance.

Tears fell from your face. If you were being honest you didn’t really expect him to keep to himself, but you weren’t ready for him to say he had slept with them. And maybe you should’ve expected it. Maybe you should’ve been ready. But it still hurt. You loved him, goddamnit. And he loved you. You knew he did. It was hard being away from him, it was hard not having his rough calloused hands all over you all the time. To not hear his deep voice become uncharacteristicly soft as he sang songs that his mother used to sing him. You could imagine it being hard for him too.

After sitting for about 30 minutes someone called to you, “Are you okay? Your a ways from the party. I guess it’s kind of dying down now, though.” You turned to see a boy with brown hair combed to the side, brown eyes and a bit of a crooked nose. “I’m okay.” You said softly. Only meeting his eyes for a moment. “Mind if I sit?” He asked, being cautious of how close he was to you. “You can if you want, I’m not much fun right now.” She smiles to him. He sat beside her. “I’m Steve, Steve Harrington.” “(Y/n), (y/n) (y/l/n).” You hummed, shaking the hand he held out. “You look like you’ve had a rough night (y/n).” He said, his eyebrows pulling together as they looked at your red puffy face. “Boyfriend troubles.” She said quietly as she looked over the darkness of the Quarry, the party really had died down.

The roar wasn’t expected as it sped down the dirt path. The slam of the door was. “Fucking Harrington get the fuck away from my girl.” Billy snarled as he hurled himself from the Camaro. He was itching for a fight after the argument between you and him, and here one was laid out perfectly for him. Harrington? Chatting up his girl? No way in hell. Billy went to grab Steve until he heard “touch him and I’ll leave, Billy.” She had said it softly, almost sweetly and so calmly you wouldn’t realize it was a threat if you weren’t paying attention to what she had said. Billy pulled away from Steve. “Come here.” She patted the space behind her. Billy let himself walk to her, sit behind her before scooting himself so she was pressed against his back, his arms looping around her waist.

To say Steve was shocked, was an understatement. When you said ‘boyfriend’ trouble, he never would’ve realized you were referring to the one and only Billy Hargrove. But now, watching how easily you had stopped Billy from beating the shit out of Steve, seeing how relaxed you and Billy had become once you were against one another, seeing how perfectly your frame fit against his. It made a little more sense.

“Steve could you go?” “Of course!” Steve had said hurriedly. Jumping up he began to walk away towards the now dead party.

“I missed you,” (y/n) told the boy behind her. “I missed being with you all the time, being held by you, missed your hands and voice and how possessive you are. But I didn’t touch anybody because of it.” She twisted to look at his face, it was guilt ridden and just as red and puffy as hers.

“I, I know. I messed up, so bad.” The words were hard for him, he didn’t know how to apologize. Or what exactly to say, but if she had taught him anything it’d be that now was a time to apologize. “And I’m, I’m sorry. I really am. I knew it was wrong everytime I woke up and-” her lips were on his before he finished.

He stood up pulling her with him, away from the Quarry to the Camaro. Sitting in the passenger seat Billy pulled her back down to him. She threw one leg over his lap, kissing him hard. “I know, it was hard, but I’m here now baby.” She smiled to him as she rocked her hips. Moaning Billy knew she was the girl that would have his kids no matter how many time either of them screwed up.

#billy hargrove imagine #billy hargove #billy #stranger things s3 #stranger things #billy imagine

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alltheimaginationofme · 6 years

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A Different Kind Of Glasgow Kiss- Drew McIntyre

Lil’ bit of Drew loving, not requested but oh so needed!

Tags: @blondekel77 @calwitch @chanelxberlinstark @briqueenofthenorth @fioportella @wrestlingfae @whocares006 @dancefaeirie @ramsaypants @alibob687 @lunarchaosqueen @keepyourdreamsalive @meremaidqueen @demonqueen29

WARNING SMUT AHEAD

P.S: Let me know how I did with it!

Dolph was a pain in the ass. He couldn’t ever keep his hands to himself or his nose out of other people’s business. Since his return, he’d been nothing but trouble for everyone backstage, but he apparently took a liking to me in particular. I think because I didn’t take his shit without giving some back made it a challenge to him.

But where I’m from, you don’t back down.

“Hey sweetness, wanna go for a drink? Or should I say shall we go for a tea break?” Dolph swung himself onto the nearest crate that I was folding clothes on and I rolled my eyes at his attempt at an English dig. Another annoying aspect of Dolph was his relentlessness. Now he KNEW he could get a rise out of me- he never stopped until he did. I collected the pile of clothes and ignored him, turning to another stack that needed my attention. “Comeon babygirl, you don’t need a big red bus- I’ll give you a tour of me for free.” He cackled at his own joke and I cringed, it only ever seemed to be London jokes with him. Dolph jumped from his crate and into the seat that I was going to put clothes in. “You can’t hold out on me forever, I know you. Maybe I should ask my Scottish friend for tips?” He wriggled his eyebrows at me and I sighed.

“Perhaps I should ask your Scottish babysitter to come pick you up, we all know you get annoying when you drink too much Mountain Dew” Dolph grinned in triumph at me and I frowned, I usually lasted longer than that against him. It was whenever he brought up the skulking Scotsman I always tried to end the conversation early. There was something about Drew that I couldn’t shake, he was like kryptonite to me. Obviously the large man was insanely attractive, but whenever he was around me I just seemed to freeze.

I grunted at Dolph’s grinning face “Get outta here Ziggler, some of us have work to do.” Dolph got right up in my space and murmured “And some of us wish that work was on a rather large and heavily accented man.” His face was close to mine, and the temptation to head-butt him was astounding. If I did that, I would lose my job and the game would be up- no doubt Dolph would make a public scene to further add to my discomfort. So I played him at his own game.

“Actually Dolph, I was rather hoping for someone smaller, blonde, shit eating grin… And definitely can’t tell the difference between Dorito orange and sunkissed tan.” I put my hand on his shoulder and pushed past him, laughing as he spluttered for a comeback.

Apparently, Dolph would get his revenge a week later in the form of a wardrobe malfunction. When I arrived to his call I was beyond shocked to learn it wasn’t Ziggler with the problem- it was his partner. My eyes widened when Drew held out his trunks to me and looked almost apologetic. I narrowed my eyes at the trunks, the split was too clean to be wear-and-tear. Dolph snickered in the corner and I sighed, of course he would cut the trunks. “No problem McIntyre, give me 10 minutes tops.” I took the clothing and turned from the room, not giving either man a chance to speak. Dolph would only anger me, and Drew would only make walking away more difficult.

I sat at the sewing station about 3 minutes later and was beginning the repairs on the trunks when someone walked up behind me. It could honestly be anyone in this department, but when I felt someone leaning over my shoulder I bristled. “Repairs for Drew McIntyre.” I didn’t look up from my work and the person was still there when they spoke “Aye love, I came ta see how ya were doin”

I froze. Luckily I was sat down, or else that voice curling around me would’ve made my knees weak. Drew walked to the side of my work station, grabbed a chair from another and sat. He motioned with his hand and I shook myself out of the stupor and began to work again.

The work wasn’t actually difficult, I was just making sure I checked and rechecked everything in front of him- I didn’t want anyone complaining about my handiwork. Drew had sat and watched silently the entire time, and although he was trying his best to be quiet he still cut an imposing figure watching me work.

When I was finished, I held the trunks to him and avoided making eye contact with him. He grunted and stood, towering over me. I felt him hesitate and he took the trunks gently, our fingers stroking as he did so and I shivered. “Thank ya love” His deep timbre vibrated through my body and I nodded, almost closing my eyes at it. I didn’t see his grin as he walked away. I was too busy trying to remain calm after staring at his thighs for the past 5 minutes.

I managed to avoid Dolph for the rest of the night, meaning that I also avoided the Scotsman. It was a relief to be able to get work done without Ziggler bombarding me with cheesy lines, but it also meant that I wasn’t able to ogle Drew either. Clouds and silver linings I suppose.

I couldn’t get Drew’s soft voice out of my head. He spoke with such a harsh accent but made it sound almost melodious when it wrapped around words. The small interactions we had made my mouth water, the size and look of him made my thighs tighten. He had the look of a life ruiner in all the best ways about him.

I rounded the corner with armfuls of clothes and gear when I head Dolph’s laugh. I backed off into the corner and willed myself to not be seen by the irritating Ohioan. “Man, what more can I do for you? I’m annoying her in every way possible and dropping you in every conversation! Ya know she only reacts when I mention you anyway…” Dolph faded into background noise as my face started to become redder. Dolph KNEW he was being an annoying kid! But he was doing it for a reason…

I left it for a while before I came out of my hiding place, walking with a purpose towards my destination- with a lot of questions about what I had just heard. Who the hell had he been talking to?

I got my answer soon enough in the form of Ziggler. From what I had heard, the sweaty orange man had just lost his title and from the defeated sigh and slump into a chair he had lost something else as well. “You’re getting fake tan everywhere Ziggler.” Was my only comment to him. It was odd to see Dolph without his usual bravado about him, and I wanted to feel bad for the title loss but I just couldn’t bring myself to care. He rubbed his hands across his face and looked at me “He’ll kill me for this, but I just lost because of him.”

I raised an eyebrow at the pronoun game, and guessed he was talking about the Scottish Terminator. Dolph leaned forward and shook his hair out of his face. “He likes you. Like, LIKES you. He’s too much of a wimp to say anything.” He smiled sadly at me “I already know you like him too sweetness. I promise I’m not actually this much of an asshat…” He smiled into the distance and stood from the chair. He clapped me on the shoulder as he went past, I had long since stopped folding ring gear into the box. My eyes glazed over and I thought about what Ziggler had said- Drew actually liked me! Me! I smiled to myself, perhaps the awkward McIntyre was explanatory, but it made him adorable to watch me work.

I finished my work for the night with a smile on my face, partly because I was Ziggler free. Mostly because of the secret Dolph had told me, but I was slightly concerned that I hadn’t seen Drew. It was unusual backstage to have one tag partner away from the other in case they made a last minute change to story.

I had been heading out to the car park when I heard him.

“Hey love, ya fancy letting a Scottsman in yer ride?” Drew looked sheepish, his hands stuffed down his front pockets and a few strands of hair hung in his face. I smiled to him and gestured towards the car. He grinned and moved his case towards it. I finished loading up and got in the drivers’ seat, giving him time before I grilled him. I didn’t have time, as Drew had to fold himself into the car to even fit and I burst out laughing. Still chuckling, I reached over his lap and pulled the bar at the side of the chair to slide it backwards for him- Drew had tensed the entire time. I dared to look into his face and dark eyes met my gaze.

I lost my nerve at his look and slowly returned to my seat, starting the car and focusing on driving to the hotel. On the way there I saw Drew look over at me a few times and go to say something, only to purse his lips and look away again. I didn’t want to bring up what Dolph had said, but other than that we hadn’t really spoken before.

We pulled up in the parking lot of the hotel and Drew grabbed the bags from the car while I was checking in. Our rooms were on the same floor. It felt nice walking side by side with Drew, he had this air around him that nobody messed with- he was calm but radiated power. I snuck a peak up at him as we entered the elevator to see he was peeking down at me too. We both laughed and I burned red.

“Drew… What happened with Dolph?” I don’t know what prompted me to suddenly turn so serious, but it tumbled from my mouth before I could stop it. I felt him freeze next to me. He sighed and I ducked my head, wishing I hadn’t said anything to him.

“Ziggler and I… Never really got on. Tha locker room stuff was all we agreed on, and even then my opinion differed.” Drew tucked some hair behind his ears. “He wanted ta be more aggressive. I got tired of being such a bad guy. I still am a bad guy, jus aimed different.” He smiled sadly at me, and I had a feeling that he was giving me the polite version of what happened. I knew that some politics happened backstage, but I was never privy to knowing the details.

Drew’s hand reached out and smoothed my hair out of my face, his fingers lingered on my cheek and I took a breath in. “I kinda want different things now.” My breath stopped altogether at that. There’s no way I could be misreading things, so I went all in.

I had to go on my toes, and even then I wasn’t tall enough to reach his lips- luckily for me he lent down to me and we met halfway. Drew’s beard tickled my face and his lips were a soft contrast to the hair, caressing mine in a dance that saw me loose but I still ended up with his tongue in my mouth. Drew’s hands could completely cover half of my face, but he cradled my head and was so gentle like I was something he was scared to break. The doors opened and we broke the kiss for me to ask one question:

“Your room or mine?”

Drew smiled “Whicheva we get to first.” I grinned back at him and grabbed his hand. Yes I ran down the hall and he barely got past a speed walk with his legs, but I doubt anyone would laugh at us right now. My room appeared first and I thanked God when we came upon it, I was shoving the card in every direction at the lock for it to open while Drew kissed down my neck. “You’re not helping here” I was breathless, and not from the brief sprint.

When the door finally opened, Drew picked me up from behind and carried me into the room- somehow managing to drag the bags in after us. I was thrown on the bed and promptly began to undress. It seemed Drew liked the competition as he raced me to get down to nothing.

I stopped as Drew was taking his trousers off. The man was thicker than a tree and endless apparently. The situation dawned on me, I was about to get into bed with a guy that I had been crushing on for months.

Drew took me in his arms and wrapped himself around me. He kissed me softly and smiled down at me “This’ll only go as far as ya want it.” My own smile turned playful and I stepped closer to him “And how much do you want it Drew?” My smile soon disappeared as he took my hand and placed it over his boxers, onto his cock that did not disappoint. I licked my lips and kissed him. Drew took that as his confirmation and picked me up to put me on the bed.

“Ah, can’t wait to be inside ya” I noticed his accent got thicker the more turned on he was, and suddenly the accent that made me weak in the knees had me wetter than a cup of water. I pulled his face back down to me as he settled between my legs. His tongue explored my mouth and I rose from the bed to meet his hips. Drew started to trail his mouth down my neck and found a particular spot before grinding his hips down into me. The feeling of him made me rake my nails down his back, the moan he let out in reply vibrated through me.

His mouth had made its way down to my chest and his hands could cover the entirety of my small amount of boob to offer. Drew’s tongue circled a nipple whilst his hand massaged the other. I moaned up into his touch when he began to suck on one and my hands ran down to his last article of clothing- I tugged on the waistband.

Drew’s face moved back up to mine and he looked into my eyes. He seemed to be searching for something, and when I met his gaze the entire time he smiled. We rolled apart and stripped the last bits of clothes covering ourselves. My thong had just dropped to the floor when Drew’s arm wrapped around my waist again and dragged me onto the bed.

I landed underneath him and he settled between my legs again. “Ah would love to be slow…” As he spoke he dragged a finger through my folds and made me whimper. “I think we both need this.” He spoke with finality and I reached up to bite his lip. He kissed me with his full force and I felt myself get pushed back into the bed. The fact that he would be in me doing that soon was enough to make me lightheaded.

Drew rolled his hips and guided the tip of his cock in my folds, coating it before he found my entrance. I held my breath. With another roll that screamed experience he pushed inside me. I arched up and moaned in his ear, the feeling of being stretched yet perfectly full made me gasp. No one else had ever felt like this to me. I doubt there had ever been anyone as big as Drew was either. When he was fully in me he groaned and hung his head.

I became impatient underneath him and rocked my hips into his, Drew cursed and began to pump slowly. We both began to moan in tandem as he picked up his pace, our kissed became sloppy and open mouthed. Each time I came out for air his lips found mine to steal it again. Even with all of this going on, I still felt the need to tease.

“Go harder, I’m not going to break Drew.”

I whispered them into his ear and he growled, the look of passion gone from his face. His hands grasped my hips and turned me over onto my stomach. My face was stuffed into the mattress, and before I could say anything, Drew was pounding into me with renewed vigour. Each time he bottomed out my hips were pushed further into the bed, and I could’ve swore at one point I was bowed with the force he put into it.

It wasn’t a surprise that I didn’t last long with the enthusiasm he was putting in, but when I did come it was a shock. I screamed until my throat was sore and it went black behind my eyes. Drew was relentless, not stopping until I went lax on the bed. He stuttered after one thrust and grit out through his teeth “Where do ya want it”. I managed to lift my head and look over my shoulder to whisper “Inside” He grunted his approval and I dropped my head again, my hands gripping the sheets as he continued. I could hear him taking deep breaths now, trying to last longer.

Drew came with a shout and dug his teeth in my shoulder blade, slamming in with finality. I cried out at the feel of his bite and the come slowly spreading into me. Drew’s arms were shaking as he rolled to his side and began to cuddle me from behind. I felt exhausted. Before I could fully drift into sleep I thought would tease him once more. “I could get used to those kind of Glasgow kisses.” I felt him chuckle behind me.

“Aye love, I’ll wake ya up with one.”

#drew mcintyre #drew #WWE #WWE Raw #wwe smut #monday night raw #dolph ziggler #wwe imagine #drew galloway #mcintyre #imagines #Wrestling #wrestling imagine

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bondedbrotherhoodau · 5 years

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Complicated - part 2

Written by @VishousBDB_ and @YesImAGlowstick (AU)

*~*~*~*~*

Lassiter:

“You’re a pain in the ass, y’know that?”

I didn’t care if he was shot. The second I started taking it easy on the goateed motherfucker was the second he’d eat me alive. And no, I’m not sure there was a pun intended there either.

The underground storage space near one of the highway bridges had been the best I could do at short notice. Already I could hear and feel the stream of cars that signalled the humans getting up, going about their days and driving to work. I, meanwhile, got to try and patch up a vampire that appreciated help about as much as he appreciated a sand paper enema.

The Brotherhood owned this little bolt hole for, I suspect, these exact circumstances; life threatening situations in which vampires cannot dematerialize home and need some place to wait the sun out. Which meant it had supplies: a little food, a little water, and halle-fucking-lujah, a med kit.

I would’ve preferred a doctor, mind, but in the process of getting the demi-god here, my phone had up and died. V’s was nowhere to be found, leading me to believe he’d lost it in the fight and the act of getting shot. Clever fucker that he was. Which meant I was up shit creek as far as calling for Manny or Doc Jane; y’know, the two people actually trained to handle this shit.

“V, can we make a memo that all these little bunkers need to be better equipped for next time,” I muttered, rifling through the kit and taking out the gauze, bandages, forceps and anything else I was going to need. “I’d settle for a live in doctor or, gee, maybe a phone charger.”

Not bothering with foreplay, I lifted the male to strip his coat, then ripped the shirt away. I flashed back to the fact I’d only seen this body, in far better condition, a few hours earlier. Looking down at the bullet wound, I cursed softly and grabbed a wad of gauze, applying pressure to keep all that bright crimson from seeping out.

“Alright Doc V, talk me through this shit. What do you want me to do?”

Vishous: *The angel had managed to get my ass to one of the bunkers we had for short emergencies. I was in and out on the way here. His body heat warmed me up. It was freezing and the adrenaline was long gone. I was shaking and the pain was pretty fucking extreme. My diamond eyes met his.* “ Is there any liquor in that duffle?” *I managed a smirk. I didn’t want to angel to worry but I had lost a lot of blood. And fuck me my chest wouldn’t stop bleeding. On top of that I was sure the bullet was still inside.*

Lassiter:

If he hadn’t already been bleeding out, I would’ve smacked him.

“Oh, sure. Jokes at a time like this. You’re so fucking /clever/,” I growl, pushing a little harder onto the wound with my failing gauze pad. “Seriously, you miserable fuck, talk me through this. I’m not a doctor, no, but I’ve been round long enough to know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

And I’m not going to let you die, I thought, taking a steadying breath. No way, no how. Looking around, I eyeballed the table across the room, by the other medical supplies.

“We’re moving. Here.”

I grabbed his hand and put it in place where mine had been, stemming the flow of blood. Before V could protest I had my arms under him, hoisting him up and carrying him across the room. He groaned, the sound grating down my spine as I acknowledged he was in pain.

Setting the male down on the table, I flicked on the lights and reached for whatever medically inclined tool, bag or supply was close, dragging everything to be in easy reaching distance.

“This is what we’ve got to work with,” I heard myself say, eyeing the instruments, forceps and what not. “So tell me. Or so help me Creator I’m going in blind all ‘Don’t Touch The Sides’ like.”

Vishous: *It fucking hurt when he moved me to the table. I almost wanted to throw up. His tone was serious as he placed the medical tools beside me. His eyes looked pleading. Dying here was easy. Even if I wanted to give up the angel would not let me. My hand was still pressed to the wound on my chest near my scarred shoulder. My hand was soaked* “You saved me. I owe you one Lassiter. I’m going to walk you through and try not to pass out from shock. Ive lost alot if blood and I will need to feed after. The bullet is still in my chest you will need to get it out and fast. As soon as I move my hand away, I’m going to bleed out. I am almost sure it nicked a subclavian artery. You are going to douse the tools in alcohol and then pour it in my wound. Then take the forceps and dig out the bullet as carefully as you can. Then I need you to cauterize the wound to stop the bleeding and infection. I may pass out so my hand is not an option.”

Lassiter:

“You don’t owe me shit until your dumbass is awake and breathing tomorrow, yeah?” I reply distractedly, moving my hands to follow his instructions. “Side note, push comes to shove, I’m giving you my blood. Y’never know. Could be good for you,” I manage a wry smile as I grabbed the alcohol and poured it over the instruments and the wound.

Then I didn’t have time for smart ass comments or ribbing the male, because fuck me, I was actually close to seeing his ribs. Following V’s instructions, while trying to ignore the sounds of pain and the excessive blood loss of the male, I also tapped into my angel senses. Cause fuck, I needed every advantage I could get right now.

Feeling for the bullet, I carefully withdrew it, breathing shallow as I tossed the metal into a bowl with a solid ‘ting’. Now for the fun part… Shiiiiiiiit.

Grabbing a lighter (thank you, V, for smoking) I ran it under the best tool I could find until the metal was hot enough to leave a scar on even /me/. Then…

“Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry.”

I pressed the instrument into the male’s chest, against the wound, sealing it.

Vishous: *The white hot pain on my chest was unbearable. I let out a scream that shook the room. And hey whadaya know. It was lights out…*

Lassiter:

The scream ripped at something inside me, my heart pounding in my chest. Worse though was the silence. Vishous passed out seconds before I withdrew the instrument. It took me a second to realise I was breathing hard, my ears ringing with the male’s scream of pain. Setting it down slowly, I watched the miserable burnt hole in his chest, watched for more blood to run free.

When nothing happened, I let out the breath I’d been holding, one hand shaking until I clenched it into a fist and switched to my next task. Dressing the wound.

Whatever gauze and bandages were still clean were applied to the wound and taped. With care I hoisted the male up, wrapping the bandages around his chest and shoulder to keep everything in place. Then I was lowering him back down, checking his breathing, the pulse at his throat. For a minute I stood there, staring down at the male with all the conflict raging in my head and knowing, without question, that if he’d died tonight… I wouldn’t be the same.

Cursing softly, I cleared away the dirty instruments. A little water and the ruined remains of V’s shirt helped me wipe away any blood across his chest and abdomen. Stripping off my coat, I removed whatever ammo and weapons were left and used it as a blanket, covering as much of Vishous’ bulk as I could.

With that done, the male breathing okay and no longer bleeding out, I took several big steps back from the table. Turning away, I dropped into a crouch, running my hands through my hair as I took a shuddering breath in and let it out. Too close.

That had been /way/ too close…

Vishous: *It seemed days had passed when I opened my eyes but that couldn’t be right cuz we were still down in the dark cashe. My chest was hurting like a sonofabitch and my throat was raw and burning. Fuck. I was alive thanks to the angel but now I needed to feed. No females around just the angel. He was sitting at my side watching me as I tried to sit up, he helped me. It was fucking embarrassing being this weak and vulnerable right now. * “Lassiter.” I swallowed hard. “Need blood…”

Lassiter:

When Vishous opened his eyes, relief ran through me I hadn’t been expecting. Helping the normally strong male struggle his way into a sitting position was brutal, but I was just pleased to feel him up and moving under my hands.

“Well, I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but your only source right now is ‘me’,” I mutter, dragging my coat back into place around the male’s waist. His chest was bare other than bandages, and the stark whiteness of them matched the pallor of his skin. “If you’re willing to try my vein… then I’m offering it.”

Presenting my wrist, I eyeballed the male.

“If it’s not your cup of tea, cool, just don’t bite my damn hand off, yeah? N’ once you’re done, lay the fuck back down. You’re too pale for my liking.”

Vishous: *Angel blood was like heroin for vampires. I had tasted him before and almost lost my shit. The high was unlike anything I have ever indulged in. Better than red smoke Phury used to ingest on the reg. But I would die if I didn’t drink from Lassiter. He wasn’t a female vampire so I just had to hope it would work. And I had to keep my fucking hands to myself. I pulled his offered wrist to my mouth and my fangs elongated. Though secretly I would of prefered his jugular vein even though it would be intimate. With a heavy sigh, not trusting myself, I bit down as gently as was possible with a starving vampire. His silver, hot blood poured down my throat. Filling me up, strengthening me. I could feel my body again, no longer cold or numb. The pain in my chest was gone and the high started to hit. My diamond eyes rolled in the back of my head and I tightened my grip on the angels forearm. I didn’t want to let go. And unnatural growling came from my throat. I was in pure ecstasy.* M…i…n…e

Lassiter:

There was a pleasurable pain that came from the bite, enough that had it been at my neck, the male would’ve gotten a whore worthy moan outta me. As it was, I withheld any sound, focusing on the male and what he needed to heal. The growl was a surprise though, and for a vampire that had been dancing on the edge of a reaper’s scythe not long ago, his grip was /strong/.

“Hold up,” I gasped softly, resisting the urge to pull away. “Yours?” A shiver ran up my spine. This was ‘not’ how I’d pictured this going. “V… do you… do you feel any better?”

Cause I was definitely feeling better about this.

Vishous: *It took every ounce of strength I had to pull away from the angel. I stumbled away from the male, tripping over my own feet and slamming into the steel wall furthest away from him. I winced but my body relaxed a fraction from the familiar shock of pain.* Stay….away….

Lassiter:

My hand automatically went to cover the wound on my other wrist as the male launched himself away from me like I was contagious. The flash of pain across his face /hurt/ me to see, and without thinking I dropped my wrist and moved toward him.

“V… you have to calm down. You’ll rip open the still healing wounds you knob,” I managed, throwing in the insult to try and simmer things down.

Even if my heart was racing and I wanted his lips in other places.

Vishous: *I closed my eyes and concentrated hard to fight myself on what the angels blood was doing to my body. It would be dusk soon and we could leave this place. I took a few deep breaths but that made it worse. I could smell him. And he smelled good. Like warm weather and spice. I wanted him. Needed him. I started slamming myself into the wall. The pain allowed me focus and with Lassiter approaching I was very afraid of acting on my emotions. I would never do anything the angel didn’t want. I wasnt that type of male. His blood enhanced my emotions. It took what was lying deep in my core and brought it to the surface. I had never been so fucking afraid.*

Lassiter:

The male slammed himself against the wall repeatedly. My heart ached at the pain he caused himself. The pain my proximity seemed to cause.

Dropping my hands that had been reaching for him, I backed up, till I was halfway across the room again. My shoulders slumped as I lifted my hands again in surrender. Misery settled in my stomach like a lead weight.

“Okay… okay… I’m over here. Stop V. Please… please stop hurting yourself. I’ll stay over here, aight? Just… just stop.”

Vishous: *The angel was smart and backed up giving me some space and room to breath. I stopped kissing the wall and slumped down on the floor. I could feel the blood trickle down my face and drip onto the hard concrete floor. I reached into the pocket of my leathers and pulled out a hand rolled. Putting the tip between my lips I searched for my lighter that I remember Lassiter has used to singe my wound. I could think clearly now and a lot of nicotine would calm my nerves. I looked up at the angel.* Throw me the lighter?

Lassiter:

He stopped nailing himself against the wall, and fuck me wasn’t that a bonus. I could smell the iron tang of blood on the air, but I fought the impulse to go to him again. Wasn’t like I was going to make things any better at this point.

Frowning, I reached into my pocket and drew out the lighter, tossing it the distance for the male to light up and take a deep inhale.

“Did you rip open your wounds?” I managed curtly, glancing down at my wrist and putting a little more energy into healing the bite marks there.

Vishous: *I finished my smoke and immediately lit up another.* Nah im tight. * My head stopped trickling blood and I hadn’t thrown up so no concussion. Yipee. Though passing out again would be welcome. The angel kept an eye on me from afar and as soon as dusk hit I stood up and dragged my ass to the door, calling back to the angel.* You driving? Head injury and all. * His blood high was mostly out of my system but fuck did I want to ride that high again. Me being me. Nope. Not happening. In the car I was too close to the angel. Maybe If I opened the door and just let myself out while he was going 90 on the freeway.*

Lassiter:

Saying nothing, I strode past the male. Thankfully there was already a vehicle in this storage unit, because the one we’d rocked up in was riddled with bullet holes. A doggen could definitely deal with ‘that’ later. Sliding into the drivers side, I jammed the key into the ignition a little harder than necessary. I almost bent the key as I turned it, the engine purring to life as Vishous got in and shut the door.

Beelining it out onto the road, I ignored ninety percent of the road rules, not to mention speed limits, and accelerated back toward the compound. The less time I spent with V in the car? The better. The last thing I needed was the fucker going postal on me again. Not after I’d worked so damn hard to save his goateed life.

“I hope Jane kicks your dumbass,” I mutter, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter, knuckles white.

#Complicated #Part2

#BondedBrothersAU

#Vishous #Lassiter #AU

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ncityislove · 6 years

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Sempiternal Pt. 2

➳Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

➳Word count: 5343

➳Warnings: none really

It's been two months since you met Yoongi on that fateful day in the grocery store. You had really felt a connection but the way he let you walk away made it seem pretty one-sided to you. He did seem shy though, so maybe you should've made the first move?

You shook your head as if that would make your brain stop overthinking. It didn't work. It wasn't as if you spent every waking moment thinking about Yoongi. Most days, your mind wouldn't even drift in the direction of him, let alone the grocery store. But then there were days when it did, and there it stayed for days. You couldn't even really remember his face at this point. You had spent such little time with the man, that his handsome features faded away slowly in your mind, like an old Polaroid. The only thing that stuck was his gummy smile and his brightly colored hair.

You sunk in your seat as you sighed in resignation. Yoongi wouldn't be leaving your mind any time soon so there was no use in fighting it. You dropped your empty cereal bowl in the sink and grabbed your name tag and keys by the door. It was time to enter the gates of hell. Literally, you had to enter the gates of hell, as that was the name of the crappy bar you worked at.

The place was packed, as per usual, with middle-aged guys screaming at each other over the too-loud rock and roll music. You walked straight past the table of guys whistling at you to get behind the counter, where you tied up your hair and started preparing for your shift. There was little to no space behind the stacks of alcohol and glasses piled up behind you so you had to awkwardly sidestep around the new guy so he could clock out. He gave you a tight-lipped smile as he waved goodbye and you returned the gesture, cringing after he left. He was always so weird around you. Cute, yes, but awkward.

You instantly went into work mode once you were all set up. The work you and the regular you were two completely different people. At work, you had to be tough and sassy. The guys liked that which meant more tips that you oh, so heavily depended on because the pay was horrible. You also had to protect yourself here. Being a bartender could be dangerous when you have a bunch of horny drunks willing to do almost anything to get you in their beds. The regular you was usually very accepting and patient, but here, that all went away.

Time went by way too slowly. Minutes felt like days and hours felt like years. You were bored out of your mind, and you were contemplating with toying with the guy who's been trying to get your attention since you came in or risk getting fired and take a few shots because at least if you were drunk you wouldn't be counting the seconds until you were out of here. You went with the first option, not wanting to end up homeless. You turned to the sleazy guy with his nose down his drink and knelt over the bar with a lazy smile plastered on your face. His eyes immediately went from his drink to your chest and you fought the instinct to slap him and instead fixed your posture so you weren't so exposed.

"Yes, darlin'?" the man asked, with an overconfident smirk.

You tried not to scoff.

"I was just wondering if you wanted another drink," you said innocently.

The man stared at you and you stared back, and when you didn't look away he smiled at you.

"We both know that's just a poor excuse to talk to me," he said, oozing with cockiness. You rolled your eyes at that one.

"You got me," you said fake smiling.

"Let's skip the chit-chat and get right to the good stuff. You're leaving with me tonight, sweetheart," he said drunkenly.

You crinkled your eyebrows. "You sure about that?"

"Trust me, darlin'. You're coming with me and...a-and you're gonna have the best sex you ever had. You're gonna think I'm some kind of god when I'm done with you. You're gonna—

"Y/n?"

The drunken idiot was interrupted by a face you thought you'd never see again.

"Yoongi?" You half-yelled over the loud music.

Sure enough, Min Yoongi, probably sharing the same shocked expression as you, stood with a group of unfamiliar faces. The faded features in your memory definitely did not do any justice to the beautiful man before you. His perfect skin glowed even in the dingy old bar and his hair was still that bright cotton candy blue, styled to perfection, with just a little bit of forehead showing. You discreetly checked to see if you were drooling before speaking.

"I've never seen you in this bar before." A man as beautiful as him? That's something you'd remember.

"This is my first time here. I didn't know you were a bartender?" he said with an amused smile.

"You didn't ask," you said grabbing the drunk's empty glass and refilling it.

"Oh, sorry to interrupt your conversation; I can talk to you later if you want," he started.

"No! I mean...no, it's not like that. God, how much did you hear?" You did throwing your hands over your eyes.

"Not much, just some stuff about having the best sex in your life," said Yoongi, smirking.

"You're damn right! And I meant it too! What do ya say, baby girl?" sputtered the drunk man.

"Oh god," you muttered to yourself.

"Uh, Yoongi? Who's this hot bartender?" called out the red-headed stranger standing next to Yoongi.

A taller man with silver hair spoke next. "Yeah, why have I never met her before? You were trying to keep her to yourself, weren't you, hyung?" he said, quirking an eyebrow.

"If you guys would shut up, I could introduce you."

"What?" yelled the redhead.

"I said, if you guys would shut up, I-

"I'm Taehyung," said the silver-haired man.

"Did you just cut me off?" Yoongi asked.

"I'm Hosoek," chirped the redhead, clearly ignoring Yoongi.

You would be lying if you said these weren't the hottest guys you'd ever laid eyes on. The bar was full of men but if there had been any girls, they would've been throwing themselves at their feet, that's for sure.

"I'm y/n" you said, trying to keep your drool at bay.

"Huh?" asked Taehyung.

"Should we go somewhere quieter?" asked Yoongi.

"My shift just started," you responded sadly.

"When does your shift end?" asked Hosoek.

You refilled the drunk's glass again. He was looking pretty loopy now.

"Twelve."

"Shit, it's barely 9," grumbled Yoongi.

"You don't have my plans after work do you?" asked Taehyung.

"Um, actually-

"Great! We'll be back at 11:59 on the dot!"

"But-

"Bye!" Taehyung exclaimed as he grabbed his two friends by the hands and tugged them toward the exit. You sighed. You had to go to your second job in the morning, you couldn't possibly stay out any later than you already had to. But three very impossibly good-looking men wanted to spend time with you. More importantly, Yoongi wanted to spend time with you. The man who you'd never thought you'd see again was coming to pick you up after work to hang out with his attractive friends.

You could hardly focus on your work now, barely keeping up your false persona. Your nerves were jumping all over the place. Even after two months had passed, Yoongi still managed to make your heart race at lightning speed. You couldn't even remember how you were able to function around him before, with his god-like beauty. Four hours had passed in the blink of an eye and you kept praying that they'd be late, wanting more time to prepare yourself mentally. Unfortunately, Taehyung was true to his word, arriving at 11:59 on the dot.

"Y/n, heyyyyyyyy!" yelled Taehyung. The place was even more crowded now.

"Hey, guys. Let me clock out and I'll be right there," you said. You hoped they couldn't see your hands shaking as you typed in your pin.

Once you were out from behind the bar, Taehyung engulfed you into a big bear hug, which scared the living shit out of you.

"He's drunk," Yoongi said, confirming your suspicions.

"I'm just buzzed, that's all!" he said, whining into your shoulder.

"Can someone help me? He's heavy," you yelled.

"What did she say?" Hosoek asked Yoongi.

"I said— ugh never mind," you grumbled, tossing Taehyung off of you for his friends to catch. You then walked out of the door, not wanting to continue to scream your conversation to each other.

"Hey! You pushed me, you meanie! You meanie hot bartender lady!" screamed Taehyung, once he passed through the dirty glass doors.

"Okay, that's enough outta you," Yoongi said, covering his mouth. He turned to you, "Did you drive here?"

"I took the subway," you said.

"Perfect, get in the car," he said pointing at a midnight black BMW. He could afford that?? What on Earth did this man do for a living?

"It's not my car," he said as if reading your thoughts.

"It's mine!" sing-songed Hoseok, shaking the keys.

"Yeah, not tonight buddy," said Yoongi, snatching the keys. "You can sit up front with me y/n."

"Yoongi, what the hell!" Hoseok half yelled.

"You're pretty drunk too, now get in the car," he said opening the door for him. Hoseok mumbled something to himself before climbing into the car and Taehyung crawled into the car shortly afterwards with a little coaxing. The interior of the car was beautiful. You could barely see through the dim moonlight, but through your limited knowledge of cars, you figured it was custom made. Hoseok's initials were planted on the dashboard and on the roof of the car as well. The seats were plush and a little too comfortable for a car, and like the exterior of the car, the inside was black.

When Yoongi started the car, it was only then that it dawned on you to ask a very important question.

"Where are we going?"

Yoongi looked at you as if the question surprised him. "Oh," was all he said before he turned to look at the two drunk boys playing Rock Paper Scissors in the back seat.

"Maybe I should just take you home for tonight and we could hang out tomorrow," sighed Yoongi. There wasn't much he could do with you when he had to babysit his best friends.

"No!" exclaimed Taehyung.

"I wanna get to know y/n! Let's go to the club!" Hosoek said with just as much volume as Taehyung.

"How do you get to know someone in a club? Plus, you know I don't dance; that's more of your kinda thing," Yoongi said already getting irritated.

"Hmmm......" hummed Taehyung, over dramatically putting his hand to his chin. "We could go to our place and just hang out there?"

Yoongi's eyes practically bulged out of his head, "What? No way! Wouldn't that make her uncomfortable?"

"Of course it wouldn't," chimed Taehyung.

"I think it would," argued Yoongi.

"Nah, she's cool with it."

"Why don't you ask and found out?" You said, interrupting their little fight.

Hosoek giggled at the three of you as if it was the most hysterical thing ever, knocking over something you couldn't see in the dark. Yoongi cleared his throat, bringing the attention back on him. "So, you wouldn't mind going to our place? It's just that they're so drunk—

"I'm not drunk!" yelled Hoseok.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "They're so drunk that we couldn't possibly do anything fun while babysitting them at the same time."

"Did he just call me a baby?" Taehyung asked Hoseok.

"I think so..." said Hoseok.

"As long as you guys aren't serial killers, I think I'll be just fine," you said jokingly.

Yoongi visibly relaxed before smiling at you, which sent your heart the shock of its life.

"Whew, I thought I was gonna have to wait until tomorrow to see you," Yoongi said, backing the car out of the parking space.

You bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling. "It's already twelve, you'd just have to wait a few hours, though."

"Yeah and that's terrifying. I have you right now, and if you had to leave right when I found you again, I'd probably die of sadness," he said in a monotone voice.

"You're so dramatic," you said laughing.

"Oh? Did you think I was joking?" he said smiling at you.

"Watch the road!" You laughed, forcefully turning his head to the empty streets. His smile never left, though. He continued to smile as if he won the lottery.

"What's going on up there?" Hosoek said in a suspicious tone. "Is there something going on between them? I didn't even get a chance and it's already over?"

Taehyung shrugged. "It's not like you had a real shot anyways."

"What'd you just say?!"

Hoseok pounced on Taehyung in the blink of an eye and all you could hear was the struggles of two highly intoxicated men and the sound of Yoongi clicking his tongue in annoyance. Your eyes widened in alarm at the sight of the two, wrestling to their heart's content.

"Shouldn't we try to stop them?" You asked Yoongi.

"No, they do this all the time."

You're eyebrows shot to the sky at how calm he was when there was a fight Worldstar worthy going on in the backseat.

Seeming to notice your fear induced state, Yoongi patted your shoulder. "Relax, they're just play fighting. Right guys?"

"Nope!" said Taehyung.

"He's just kidding," Yoongi said shaking his head.

"You're so annoying when your drunk," said Hosoek in between punches.

"You're drunk too, hyung! What are you talking about?"

"You're still drunker than me," Hosoek said withdrawing from Taehyung's aimless punches.

"Is 'drunker' even a word?"

"Alright, we're here guys. You can shut up now," said Yoongi parking the car.

"Already?" You asked. You had been working so close to where Yoongi lived all this time and didn't even know it.

The apartment didn't seem to match the car at all. The place was very ordinary looking. It wasn't bad looking by any means, it just looked very similar to how your own tiny apartment looked.

"Right this way, my lady," said Taehyung, interlocking your elbows. You gave Yoongi a questioning look but he just shrugged. As soon as Yoongi unlocked the door, Taehyung rushed inside, pulling you along with him.

"Home sweet home!" he yelled, switching on the lights.

"Can I have my elbow back, now?" You pleaded, looking around as Taehyung pulled you around the living room. The living room was pretty normal besides the large wall of abstract paintings. There were maybe twenty or thirty of them and you couldn't take your eyes off of them. You weren't really into art like that, but they may have just been the most beautiful paintings you'd ever laid eyes on.

"Woah," you said surveying the wall of endless paintings. "These are amazing."

"Ah, that's because Yoongi hyung painted them," said Hosoek. You whipped your head around in surprise.

"You painted these?"

Yoongi bowed his head so his bangs covered his eyes a little. "Um, yeah it's not really that good, though."

"WHAT!" you screamed.

"Yoongi, can you tell the hot bartender to stop screaming," whined Taehyung.

"Will you stop calling her that?" said Yoongi. "Just go bring us some beer already."

"Yes, sir," he said, bowing then turning towards where you guessed was the kitchen.

"Do we even have any beer left because Namjoon said he was—AHH!" said Taehyung shrieking like a little girl.

"What? What is it!?" said Hosoek as you all rushed over.

Lying on the kitchen floor were three passed out men. They were all tangled over each other and you couldn't tell whose leg belonged to who.

"God dammit, they drank all the beer again!" said Hosoek, pointing at the empty bottles littered all over the counters.

"Uh, Yoongi? Who are these men?" You asked, confused.

"These are my roommates," said Yoongi, pinching his nose. "My alcoholic roommates, I mean," he said correcting himself.

"I thought Hosoek and Taehyung were your roommates," you said now even more confused. Yoongi burst out in laughter, making the others quirk their eyebrows.

"What's so funny about me being your roommate?" Hoseok asked, clearly ready to fight for the second time that night.

"N-nothing it's just that, oh my god," Yoongi said giggling, "I never imagined you living here before and it's just so weird to think about. You'd probably complain about everything!" He said chuckling.

"What? No I wouldn't," he said, taking offense.

"Hyung, why's the bed so tiny? Hyung, where's the rest of my closet space?" Yoongi said in a high pitched girly voice.

"You little— Hosoek barely managed to get out before swinging at Yoongi, who squawked before ducking out of the way and hiding behind Taehyung, still laughing.

"What is going on here?" You asked.

"Hosoek lives in a huge condo," Taehyung said simply, as if it answered all your questions.

"It's not that big," said a blushing Hosoek.

"Yes it is," said a slender, tall (and handsome) man, slapping Hosoek on the back of the head.

"Ow! Namjoon what the fuck!"

"Oh, you're awake," Taehyung said, nodding at the pink haired man.

"Great, you can pay to replace the beer you stole," said Yoongi, holding out his hand.

"Wait, hold up! I didn't steal anything," he whined.

"You always come over unannounced and drink all the beer, dude. What about me huh? Why doesn't anyone ever think about me?" Taehyung said stomping his feet.

Namjoon made a face at him before his eyes landed on you. "Who is this woman?"

"This is my hot bartender lady friend," said Taehyung smiling ear to ear.

Yoongi shoved him slightly harder than necessary. "I told you to stop calling her that. And she's not your friend!" He turned his attention back to Namjoon. "Anyways, this is y/n."

"Oh, nice to meet you, I'm Namjoon," he said smiling.

You smiled back at him but before you could speak a loud groan came from behind Namjoon. "Ah hyung, what's with all the noise? My heard hurts like hell," said a man with black hair, slowly standing up.

"Oh thank goodness, someone with normal hair," you said more to yourself than towards the others.

"Jin hyung, get up. You're laying on my foot," groaned the slightly burly black haired boy.

"And who's this?" you asked Taehyung.

"That would be Jungkook," he said smiling for no apparent reason. "And the guy on the floor is Jin. Neither of them can hold their alcohol very well but they still insist on drinking with Namjoon."

Jungkook turned his head at the mention of his name. His eyebrows scrunched up at Taehyung's comment before he saw you. "Oh, I didn't know we had company," he said trying to fix his hair, looking embarrassed.

"Did you just say they couldn't hold their alcohol? Tae, you had three shots and I had to carry you into the car!" said Hosoek.

"Jin hyung! Please get off of my foot!" Jungkook yelled as he tried to yank his foot from under the man. Jin dazingly mumbled something incomprehensible and rolled off of Jungkook's foot.

"Listen, someone needs to go and get more beer and it's not gonna be me," said Yoongi.

"Ugh, I don't even wanna see another beer," said Jungkook.

"You always say that," said Namjoon crossing his arms. "I guess I'll go, then."

"Yeah, because you're the one who drank it all in the first place," Yoongi said leaning against the wall.

"What?! Your roommates helped too!"

"I didn't help," said Taehyung.

"We know, Tae. You were with us remember?" Yoongi said with a false sweet tone.

"Well, he said roommates," Taehyung said defending himself.

"Is he drunk already?" asked Namjoon.

"Yes, and please hurry, I'm starting to sober up," said Taehyung, giving Namjoon a push towards the door.

And with that Namjoon left but not before flipping Taehyung off.

You turned so your body was facing Yoongi.

"So you all live together?" you asked.

"No. Hosoek and Namjoon don't live here it's the four of us," Yoongi answered.

"Oh my god, I'm so confused," you said shaking your head.

"Let's go to the living room, shall we?" said Hosoek, ushering you out of the kitchen.

You all plopped down on the floor into a messy looking circle. You were in between Yoongi and Jungkook and were feeling a bit overwhelmed by their close proximity. You couldn't feel more out of place, being surrounded by such good-looking people, making you feel ugly in comparison. You always thought you were fairly good looking but after spending a few minutes in Yoongi's apartment, you couldn't have been more wrong.

"So, how do you two know each other?" Hosoek asked.

You and Yoongi looked at each other before bursting out in laughter and Hosoek frowned.

"We met at the grocery store, what, like, two months ago?" You said grinning ear to ear.

"Yeah, that was a good day," Yoongi said still smiling. "But, you seem...different" Yoongi commented as he took in your tight crop top and short-shorts. You looked down at your clothes then back up at Yoongi's lingering stare and felt a blush creep into your cheeks.

"Well I have to fit in at the bar..." you mumbled.

"Yeah, but damn y/n, don't you think about choking hazards? Tell me honestly, how many times have you gone to pour someone a drink and they choked on it?" asked Hoseok. You blushed thrice as hard as before and Taehyung smacked Hosoek's arm before Yoongi got the chance to.

"Does anyone else feel like they're in kindergarten sitting in a circle like this?" Jungkook asked.

"I agree with Jungkook, this does feel childish," you said nodding your head. Jungkook gave you a small smile and you smiled as well but sheepishly darted your eyes away from the boy.

"I like being childish," Taehyung said proudly.

"We know, sweetie. We know," you said reaching over to pat him on the head. Everyone laughed and you felt a sense of pride, being able to get the whole gang to laugh.

"Hey, are we just gonna leave Jin on the floor or should we move him?" Jungkook asked after the laughter died down.

"Leave him," Yoongi said passively.

"We can't do that. Namjoon'll make that face again and then you'll feel bad," said Taehyung.

"Which face? The disapproving face or the angry-but-I'm-gonna-silently-shun-you face.

"First one," said Jungkook.

"Fine, let's move him to the couch," huffed Yoongi.

You stayed put as the four men got up and carried their unconscious hyung to the couch across from you.

"You guys should seriously stop drinking with Namjoon. You literally can not handle it," said Yoongi, returning to his spot on the floor.

Jungkook stopped mid-step. "I am a grown man. I think I can handle a drink or two."

"You all were passed out on the kitchen floor," scoffed Hosoek.

"Okay, but I woke up," said Jungkook shuffling back to sit next to you.

"You guys are weird but I think I like it," you commented.

"You're not so bad either, y/n," said Taehyung.

"Are you sure you like it? Bc if you want, you never have to see these freaks again and we can hang out, just the two of us," said Yoongi.

Hoseok leaned back on the legs of the couch behind him. "Ohhhhh, everything makes so much more sense now."

"What does?" Asked Jungkook.

Hoseok grinned to himself. "Nothing, I'll tell you later."

You squinted your eyes at him. You were almost a hundred percent certain whatever he had to say was about you but you didn't say anything.

Jungkook just blinked innocently and shifted in his spot, unconsciously moving closer to you. His thighs were now touching yours and you coughed to conceal the inhumane screech that was dying to come out of you. Fortunately, it was at that moment that Namjoon barged into the door loudly raising the packs of beer over his head screaming.

"I GOT BEER BITCHES!" yelled Namjoon.

"God truly does exist!" said Hosoek.

Everyone gathered around Namjoon as if he was Santa Clause or something, each one returning with an ice cold can of beer and a happy smile.

"Jungkook, I thought you 'didn't want to even see a beer again'?" said Hosoek.

"You know I didn't mean that, man," said Jungkook, snuggling his beer. "Maybe it'll get rid of my headache."

"Why don't you ask Jin and find out if that works," said Yoongi opening his can.

"Y/n, don't you want a can?" asked Namjoon.

"No thanks, I'm not too fond of alcohol," you said tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

"Aren't you a bartender?" asked Jungkook.

"Don't remind me," you groaned.

"Oh, how I love irony," sang Namjoon, wistfully.

"Oh god, leave that literature crap at home," whined Taehyung.

"Oh, are you a teacher?" You asked sitting up a little straighter.

"God, no. I have an office job," Namjoon said waving his hand around.

"Hmm, that seems fitting. And what do you do Jungkook?" you asked.

Jungkook's eyes looked like saucers as he gulped down his beer, not expecting the conversation to be redirected towards him.

"I— well, you see, uh, I bake...things?" he said, sounding unsure.

"Looks like he's still a little tipsy from earlier," said Namjoon, taking another sip of beer.

"You're a baker?" You said tilting your head a little.

"Yeah," Jungkook said sheepishly.

"That's cute, that job fits you too. You'll have to bake me something one day," you said, playfully shoving him.

Jungkook blushed and murmured an "okay" before gulping down the rest of his beer. Yoongi, not liking Jungkook's reaction, grumbled something incoherent and stood up to get another beer.

"And what about you? What do you do for a living, Yoongs?" You asked, taking the half drunken beer out of Taehyung's hand.

"Me? I do that for a living," Yoongi said pointing at the wall of paintings behind you.

"You're a painter!?" You said gasping.

"Why'd you take my drink? I wasn't done with it," said Taehyung, eyebrows furrowed.

You took a sip from the can, ignoring him. "That's so cool," you said ginning, making Yoongi gush, giving you that heart-stopping gummy smile.

"I thought you weren't fond of alcohol," said Namjoon.

"I'm not, but you guys make wanna drink," you said folding your legs under you.

Taehyung laid down so his head was in Hosoek's lap and his legs were across Namjoon. "Is that good or bad?"

"Who knows? I don't understand women," said Namjoon, handing Taehyung another beer.

By two o'clock in the morning, you found yourself drunk out of your wits, sprawled out across Yoongi and Taehyung. You were talking about My Little Pony at that time, which Jungkook seemed to be really interested in for some odd reason. Then at three o'clock, you were trading the details of how your week went with Jin, who had finally woken up. And by four, you were all fast asleep. Some were on the couch, some were cuddling on the rug and you were lying face down on Yoongi's stomach. You woke up to the annoying shrill of the alarm on your phone. You sat up, hesitantly, rubbing your raccoon eyes and sighing when you saw the mascara and eyeliner mix on your hands. You looked around before turning the alarm off. It appeared the only person who heard the alarm was you. In fact, nobody moved at all. Were they even alive? You stood up, immediately regretting such a simple but foolish decision. This is why you hated alcohol. This is exactly why you didn't drink. Now, you had to go to work with a hangover and talk to people all chipper like you're head didn't feel as if it was split in half by a chainsaw. You walked to where you hoped was the bathroom with wobbly knees. After walking into two closets and one very messy bedroom, you found the bathroom and almost screamed when you saw your reflection. Somehow your mascara had not only ended up on your chin but on your forehead. There were lines of it all down your cheeks as well. Did you cry last night? You tried to think back to anything that would've made you cry but you came up with nothing. At least your hair wasn't a mess. After rinsing your mouth with some mouthwash you combed through your tangled hair until it looked presentable. Then to your surprise, you found makeup wipes in the cupboard. You decided not to question it and wiped your face clean until you were barefaced. After a quick pee and a final check in the mirror, you went back to the living room to grab your purse. It was when you had sent for an Uber that you had the scare of your life. Yoongi had woken up and decided to put his hand your shoulder, scaring the hell out of you in the process.

"Oh shit, sorry," he said chuckling.

You sighed, clutching your hand to your chest. "When did you wake up?"

"Just a minute ago," he said giving you sleepy smile.

"You sleep rough," you said observing his bed head.

"Whatever," he said scratching his stomach, walking into the kitchen. "Are you leaving?"

"Yeah, I have to go to work," you said, tying your hair into a bun at the nape of your neck.

Yoongi brought you a bottle of water before sitting down next to you. "I didn't know bars opened so early."

You opened the bottle. "They don't. Well, maybe some do but not the one I work at. I have a second job at a diner not too far from here."

"You work two jobs? Damn, that sounds exhausting," Yoongi said in a raspy morning voice that sent chills down your spine.

"Do you have an aspirin by chance? I'm gonna pass out if the heater doesn't quiet down," you said, pressing your forehead onto his shoulder.

"A loud heater? That's a new one," Yoongi said laughing quietly.

"Yoongi, please," you said, dragging out the 'please'.

"Sorry, I'll go get some for you," Yoongi said, getting up on his feet.

Your phone pinged and you cringed at the noise before checking the notification. "My Uber is here," you said yawning.

"Oh okay," Yoongi said handing you two little white capsules. "So, can I call you? I had a lot of fun last night." He wasn't going to let you get away so easily this time

You looked down at your feet, trying to hide your embarrassingly wide smile. "I did too. Here," you said writing down your number on an old napkin. "Call me tonight okay?" You said not caring if you sounded desperate.

"Y-yes, I'll do that," said Yoongi, cutely scratching the back of his neck.

You quickly took the aspirin with a swift tilt back of your head and then you were at the door, tugging on your shoes. You thanked god, you had an apron to cover your wrinkled clothes.

"Say goodbye to the guys for me!" You said then ran out the door before you could hear a response from Yoongi. You rushed to the car parked outside waiting for you with a girlish smile plastered on your face the whole way down the steps. It lingered in the car and even at work. Even with a pounding headache and the stench of grease all around you, you couldn't help but smile because of the new men that had entered your life. And you had a feeling one particularly blue-haired man was there to stay. Permanently.

a/n : there's probably some mistakes but I'm human so /: I’ll fix everything later ugh and thanks for reading!!

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The Silent One - Part Two

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Synopsis: You determinedly stay quiet whenever you are in Negan’s presence. But the thing is, Negan is a patient man. Ships: Negan x reader Words: 1,596 Warnings: Mild threats

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Each week the Saviours came back and each week they would take more and more.

Now everyone in Alexandria were given two cans a day to last them. You now could feel your stomach rumbling as it had been doing for the past week. The saviours would be due to arrive today. You knew that soon people would start starving. Soon people would start dying.

That was why you would be leaving soon. Not today. No, not today. You had been silently slipping into the garage where your fellows kept the food and taking one can or bottle of water a night. Not so many that it would be obvious that someone had been taking them, but enough for you to be ready when it was time to flee.

You had a backpack stowed under the rotting porch of your home in Alexandria. It contained the essentials, water bottles, canned food, a tent and a small blanket.

You had to admit that you’d miss it here. Miss the safety and security that Alexandria offered. You’d also miss the friendships that you’d made. You’d broken your one damn rule, don’t get attached.

You heard the gates open with a loud scraping sound. You were all standing in a small crowd, anticipating the return of the people who owned you and your livelihood. You were standing at the back of the crowd, half hiding behind Jesus who had become one of the key members of the community and who was your best friend.

Five heavily armoured cars drove through the gates. The last car had a broken sun roof which a tall man with a baseball bat slung over his shoulder was now standing out of, arms out wide as if for an embrace.

“Daddy’s home!” Negan yelled in a jovial tone as the car pulled up. He ducked down and a second later he emerged from the car with a grand smile on his face.

You could feel Jesus push you behind him a little more, as if that could shield you from Negan. You tried to make yourself as small as possible, like a hedgehog rolling into a ball.

“Go check the houses, see if they’re hiding anything.” He motioned at the right group of people to move forward. “You, awesome guys, go get the shit.” He said to the left group of heavily armed men behind him who surged forward.

“Awh, no hugs for yours truly?” Negan said as he turned to the rest of the Alexandria’s who were staring daggers at him, this only made his smile widen.

“Tough crowd.” He said with a half laugh as he swung Lucille onto his shoulder. You could see from the small gap in-between Jesus’s arm and underarm that Negan’s eyes were searching the crowd. You felt yourself shiver as you ducked behind Jesus again.

“(Y/N)? Where is she?” Negan said finally after he failed to spy you in the crowd. His voice was low and possessive like a tiger searching for it’s prey.

You felt the heads of a few Alexandrians turn towards you. You held your breath for one, two, three seconds before you heard a laugh from in front of you. The crowd had parted like the red sea to show Negan you hiding behind Jesus.

“Move out the way.” Negan said in a low, lethal voice. Jesus didn’t move. “Or would you like Lucille to move you?” Negan said with a smile. “Because let me tell you, she would be only too happy.” Negan lifted Lucille and started picking at the barbs that held tightly onto the bat.

You stepped out from behind Jesus who you knew would stand his ground, the proud bastard. You looked at Negan and didn’t say a word.

“Hello, gorgeous.” Negan said with a smile on his face as he took your hand in his. “Let’s go somewhere more… private? Shall we?” He started to pull you gently toward the house nearest.

You still had determinately stayed silent while in his presence, you didn’t want him to talk to you so you’d assumed that if you stayed silent he would lose interest or kill you. He’d done neither.

He shut the door behind him and locked it. You started to shake from head to toe. You didn’t know what this man was capable of and you didn’t particularly want to find out.

“Don’t worry, darling, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He said as he sat down on the lumpy couch. He placed Lucille carefully on the floor beside him. You frowned at him in confusion.

“We don’t hurt women.” He said finally. “Now sit your pretty little behind down.” He patted the spot beside him. You weren’t sure if you completely believed him but you sat down anyway. You sat almost on the arm of the couch, he half smiled.

“I don’t bite, Princess.” He said reassuringly. “Well, not unless you’re into that, that is.” He winked.

You felt a traitorous heat rise in your cheeks. You quickly ducked you head so that he didn’t see. You felt a strong gloved hand beneath your chin as he lifted your head so that he could marvel in the effect he had on you. He stared at you for a while before he reached into his back pocket and took out a small box.

“I got you something.” He said with an almost human look in his eyes. He handed it to you.

Your fingers brushed briefly and you felt an electric shock go through your entire body. Your eyes met for a second but you quickly looked back down at the small package.

There was a cream, silk bow wrapped meticulously around the navy box. You scrutinized the box with a frown on your face.

“Go on, open it.” He said in a low voice, anticipation lacing every syllable. You tentatively pulled on the bow with nimble fingers. You leaned back ever so slightly, just in case there was something disgusting within. You opened the box slowly but when you saw what was laid on a soft, cream cushion a small gasp escaped your lips.

Inside the box was a simplistic, shining bracelet. It was a simple silver band with a pattern of a dragon running around it. A small smile lips your face.

“May I?” Negan asked tentatively. He smiled a wide genuine smile when you nodded your head slowly.

He held your wrist gently as he pushed the silver bracelet onto your wrist. You flinched slightly at a second of pinching pain as the bracelet slipped on. Negan pulled your wrist up to his lips as he softly kissed the skin under the bracelet. You stared at him incredulously and he stared right back. He slowly let go of your wrist with a smile.

“This is the part most people say ‘thank you’.” He said softly.

This seemed to immediately jolt you back into a cruel reality that this man had murdered probably countless people. He had committed heinous crimes that you probably couldn’t even imagine. You looked down at the space between you and how you must’ve subconsciously moved towards him. You swiftly shuffled away from him and shook your head. He seemed to see the realisation in your eyes and he nodded understandingly.

“That’s fine. I’m a patient man, I can wait. I’ve got nothing but time, doll” He said with a smile as he stood up. He walked towards the window with Lucille swinging at his side. He lifted the curtain with a finger so that he could see outside. “Ah, all the stuff’s out there.” He walked towards the door and turned to you.

“Until next time, Princess.” He winked and sauntered outside.

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That night you decided that you had to go. You had gathered your limited possessions and you had your pack on your back. You had a pistol stowed in your thigh holster and had a sharp knife in a separate holster attached to your belt. You stuck to the shadows are you made your way to the gate.

“I can’t convince you to stay, can I?” You heard a soft male voice from behind you speak.

“Jesus.” You breathed a sigh of relief. “You scared the hell outta me.”

“I can’t though, can I?” Jesus said again. His eyes did not have an amused or happy glint to them as they usually did. They were sad.

“No. You can’t, I’m sorry.” You said as you started walking again.

“Were you even going to leave a note?” He asked in a hurt voice. You stopped and turned to face your friend. He already knew the answer. “You could’ve been taken by Negan. I would’ve lost my best friend and be left knowing nothing. Nothing.” You felt the guilt twist in your stomach.

“I don’t think subtlety is Negan’s style honestly.” You said with a half-smile.

“No, I don’t think it is.” He chuckled slightly. “Just go. Be careful. I don’t want to have to go out and save your ass.” He said with a smile. You let out a small laugh.

“Thank you. For everything.” You said finally.

“Yeah, yeah. Go on, get going before dawn.” He said with a smile as he shooed you away. You nodded and turned around.

“Oh, and (Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

“Be careful.” He said seriously.

“When am I not?” You shrugged.

“Do you want a list?” He said half chuckling.

You began walking again. You lifted your hand and flicked the bird at your best friend who just laughed and did the same back.

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Reap What You Sow (Far Cry 5 fanfic)

Chapter 4: Marked

"You look like shit."

Allie blinked, looking up from her small breakfast that Casey managed to cook for her. Sharky gave her a toothy grin, sitting down across from her. She nodded at him, he was probably right. After that horrible dream she had last night with speaking with Faith and the Father, she didn't rest at all. She probably looked like a zombie.

"Sharky, that's not how you compliment the ladies."

Hurk Jr. sat down beside his cousin. He winked at her without any hint of finesse. "You're lookin' as purdy as a polished bumper with…like beers on it, maybe some chips and dip too. You know, like a good 'ol tailgate party."

"Huh?" Allie giggled.

Sharky snorted out loud. "What was that?"

Hurk Jr. glared at the pyromaniac. "Okay, shut yer hole, I may have messed it up some, but I can't help it, Allie's just so darn pretty that I can't talk straight sometimes."

"You can't think or talk straight at any time in the fuckin' day, now move!"

The voice caught their attention, both men leapt out of their skins and up as Adelaide sat down in their place. The older woman watched her son and nephew head out of the bar while talking smack to each other. With a sigh, she shook her head, looking to the junior deputy.

"Kid, you have every right to beat them two bozos if they ever get on your nerve."

Allison smiled, finishing her small breakfast. "Oh, it's fine. I know they mean well."

"Whatever you say. Now, I'm flying back to the marina today, got peggies coming through a lot lately, and Xander says they're low on supplies. I think Jacob is sending out convoys to try and take back some of the Henbane River. If ya get into any trouble radio me and I'll fly right over, sweetheart."

"I sure will. You be careful out there, Addie."

"Honey, I ain't the one tryin' to catch the eye of the Reaper. You're the one who better be careful."

Addie patted Allie on the head almost like a parent would a child before turning and leaving the bar. The junior deputy watched her go before getting up and returning her dishes to the kitchen. She checked her weapons and supplies before whistling for Boomer and heading for Jerome's church.

Upon entering the church at the other end of the street, she saw Jerome and Mary May sitting in chairs in the front part of the nave, near the chancel and broken-down piano. Allison wasn't sure what they were discussing, but both grew quiet when she approached to sit down in her own chair.

"Sleep well, Allison?" Jerome greeted.

"Not…really."

"Jesus, what happened to your neck? That wasn't there yesterday," Mary May said.

Allison gawked at her, feeling her throat. "What do you mean?"

"Look in the mirror. You look like you've either been foolin' around with a man too hard or someone got ahold of you in a fight."

"What?! I haven't been fooling around with anyone!"

Allison jumped to her feet, going into the back alter area where she knew a broken mirror was to look into. Mary hollered at her from her seat.

"I know that, I'm just saying that's what it looks like."

The bar owner had been right. Allie felt along her neck, taking in the light bruising on the sides and on her throat. She tried to think back on what fight she was in with any peggies that would've caused this but didn't recall.

Then it hit her.

The Father.

The dream…he had choked her. She remembered how real it felt. She felt the blood drain from her face as she took this in, horrified. Then she shook it from her. There was no way. It was just a bad dream! There could be no way that Joseph Seed could hurt her in a fucking dream.

She went and sat down, trying to calm herself. She hid her apprehension, merely shrugging as she sat back down by Jerome and Mary May. She had to clear her throat to speak, in fear her voice would've cracked.

"That's from a fight I got in yesterday. With a peggie."

She didn't like their looks. It was like they didn't believe her, or at least was suspicious of her answer. They dropped it though, and Jerome started discussing their next tactics on what the Resistance could pull off for today.

Allison struggled to pay attention, her mind wandering back to that nightmare, still shocked. There had to be another way to explain the bruising on her neck. Maybe she wasn't over the Bliss sickness like she had thought.

She shook the thoughts from her head, focusing on Jerome's words. He talked about how the remaining outposts had heightened security thanks to their ambushes from previous locations, and so liberating them would require more Resistance members, and supplies to give them. Allie knew they probably had the numbers; it was weapons and supplies they were short on. Food especially.

She heard footsteps walking along the nave from the front entrance and looked up. Mary May and Jerome also looked up. Allison had expected Grace, or maybe even Sharky or Hurk Jr. but saw that it was Nick Rye. As he came closer, she realized how beat up he was. He walked alright, but she could tell it hurt, and he had several bruises and cuts along his arms and face. His sunglasses hung on a dirty t-shirt as he slowly sat down on another chair with a wince.

"Holy shit…Nick. What the hell happened?" Mary asked, quickly standing up. She walked over to him, checking him over.

Nick gently shooed her away with another cringe. "What do ya think? John came by last night."

"Jesus, is Kim-?"

"She's fine," Nick interrupted. "Didn't touch her. Took the rest of our food though…and my plane. Fuckin' told ya."

"That fucking prick," Mary seethed, sitting down next to Nick. She reached over to pull his shirt down. Allison watched, but there were no engravings on his chest.

"Got outta that," Nick explained, grabbing his shirt from Mary and pulling it back up. "Said he was too busy."

"Wouldn't want Kim to go through that," Mary said, sounding relieved.

"Yeah, but we've been marked. He already marked the house. He's gonna be back, and if we don't do as he says this time, it's over, Mary. I have to get Kim outta here, but without my plane, we're stuck!"

"The safest place you two can be right now is here," Jerome stated. "Go get Kim, bring her here. You cannot be at that house when John comes back."

Nick shook his head, upset. "But…it's our home. Can't just abandon it. But, at the same time, I cannot risk Kim and our baby."

Mary placed a hand on his shoulder. "We will get your house back eventually. Right now, you need to focus on keeping your family safe. There's plenty of room here in Fall's End to hide for now."

Nick sighed, sounding defeated. "Yeah, alright…Dammit. I just wanted to leave, get them somewhere safe. But I can't without my plane. And Kim, she wants to fight back, even in her condition and there's no changing her mind. So…I have to fight back too, for her sake. For the baby's sake."

The pilot pulled himself up to his feet, wincing once more. Allison looked up to him. She remembered telling him that he could possibly hide his plane in the Henbane River region where the Cougars had control still. And although that was no longer possible, maybe they could still get his plane back for him eventually.

"Where do you think they took your plane?" Allie asked.

Nick glanced down at her. "There's no thinking…Only one other airstrip in this region is big enough to land my plane, and that's John's ranch."

"Oh." She knew that John's ranch was heavily fortified. Several Chosen congregated there, as well as other peggies. Besides all those weapons and armor, there were security cameras as well. Allie had heard horror stories of people hiking in the woods and unknowingly coming too close within the property and getting snatched up and never seen again. Only John's bunker was more fortified than that within the valley.

Nick headed for the entrance of the church, but paused. "That plane has been in my family for generations. And John will probably just tear it apart for scraps…or ship it to Jacob, where I'll never see it again."

"I'm sure there is a way to get it back. That and your home. We'll figure it out," Allison said.

He nodded at her. "Thanks, Deputy."

"Call me Allie."

"I'll be back with Kim later."

"Take care," Mary called after him.

The day had turned into chaos before they had even realized it. It started out smoothly enough. After leaving Fall's End discussing plans with Jerome, Allison and Mary May went to scope out some locations that reaping trucks would be passing through. Allie sat up on one sniping spot, while Grace held another. Mary May, Sharky, and Hurk Jr. provided distraction. In the span of a few hours, until late afternoon, they had managed to dispatch three reaping trucks, saving a total of eight civilians.

Just as they headed to another spot to ambush more reaping trucks, Mary May got a call from a friend in trouble over at the Silver Lake Trailer Park. When they arrived, peggies were all over the place, taking hostages and destroying homes. Those that resisted were shot down like animals.

Allie, Mary, and Grace scoped the trailer park out from a ridge within the trees just off the road while Sharky and Hurk Jr. kept watch. Allie was glad she kept Boomer at Fall's End with Jerome, because this was looking risky.

"There's Merle…they got him under control," Mary whispered, looking through her binoculars. "Jesus, they've killed quite a few people. It's mostly Chosen down there, that isn't good."

"Why?" Allie asked, looking through each of the cultists' faces she could see through the scope of her rifle. None of them were Aiden.

"Means John's done with them. They're here to take prisoners or kill them. And judging by how much Merle is fighting and they aren't shooting him, John made a special request to have him hauled in. I mean…Merle is a pretty big member of the Resistance 'round here. We can't let them take him."

"Poor Merle, he was always such a cool guy. Oh geez, you think he would want to join my cult after we save him?" Hurk Jr. said.

"Dude, I don't think he likes monkeys. I remember havin' this one conversation with him one time and-"

Sharky was cut off by Grace. "Will you two shut up and focus?"

Mary sighed, lowering her binoculars. "There are a ton of them. I'm not sure we can handle it."

"I've managed with less in the Henbane River region," Allie said, looking over to the bar owner. "We do it right, we can save the rest."

"So, what's the plan then?" Grace asked.

Allison thought it through, looking around the trailer park one last time with the scope of her rifle. "Grace, you stick to sniping, try and focus on the peggies near innocent civilians. Hurk Jr. you're will take out those two trucks near the entrance that have the mounted guns. I'll join Sparky, hit them from the side. Mary you take the west end, Hurk will join you after the trucks are blown up."

They nodded. Allie grabbed Hurk Jr. just as he was sliding his rocket launcher off the strap on his back. "Wait for my signal. When the trucks blow, that's when we hit them."

"You got it!" Hurk Jr. exclaimed. "Oh hey, wait Allie, so when are we gonna work on them cue calls, like is wolf howl gonna be like go for it or-or wait or something? Oooh, maybe some kind of bird whistle for go for it, that would be cool."

"Not right now, focus!"

"R-right!"

They moved into position. Hurk Jr. readied his rocket launcher, waiting on Allison's signal. They hunkered down in the brush and trees upon entering the outskirts of the trailer park. Allie looked around and saw that four peggies were congregated near the two trucks with mounted machine guns. There were no innocent people around there, and so she knew it was now or never. She whispered into her radio.

"Okay Hurk Jr., now!"

"Roger dodger!"

A moment later, they heard the blast. The trucks exploded into a fiery mess of twisted metal. Cultists were caught by surprise, some were killed in the blast. Seconds later, sniper shots were fired, taking out peggies standing over hostages.

Allie and Sharky moved in, confronting cultists as they moved around for cover, guns ready. Just as she and Sharky started a gunfight, Mary May and Hurk Jr. moved in, heating the fight up. A cultist slammed into Allie, knocking her to the ground. As she moved to face him, getting her handgun ready since she dropped her rifle, the cultist's head was blown off.

She moved quickly to her feet, but was struck again from behind. A peggie got on top of her, arms outstretched to grab her neck and face. She fingered for her handgun but it had slid just out of reach. She gave up and fiddled for her knife on her thigh. Just as the cultist had dangerous tension on her neck, she stabbed him in the ribs. He cried out, and she moved as he let go of her, stabbing him again in the heart.

Scrambling to her feet, the junior deputy got her guns, only for a shot to blare right above her head. She dove for cover, feeling a bullet graze the back of her arm. Merle had managed to break free of his bindings and now had a gun. He shot down cultists as he moved to free the other hostages.

Allie covered him, Chosen still swarming the place. One of them ran by, screaming in agony as he was on fire, Sharky laughing not far away. It took a while, but eventually all of the cultists were killed. Allie was relieved as she got out of cover. She ran out of ammo for her rifle and was only down to half a magazine for her handgun.

"Mary! I didn't think anyone would be able to come. They hit us outta nowhere," Merle said, giving Mary a short hug. "They took the Deathwish too, the sumbitches. Now I'll have to track her down and get her back."

He was a bigger man with a brown mullet and mustache. He wore jeans, a black shirt, and a brown jacket.

"Glad to see you're still kicking, Merle. Surprised the Chosen didn't kill you on the spot like some of the others."

"Nah," Merle waved her off. "Didn't ya know? John has special plans for me, whatever the fuck that means. But hey, doesn't matter now. Thanks for the save, I owe ya one."

Mary grabbed Allie and pulled her over. "Not me, her. This is Junior Deputy Allison Lucas. She's the one who's been giving the Seed family a run for their money."

"Oh, you're the gal that killed Faith!"

Allie nodded. "That's me."

Merle extended his hand. "Name's Merle. Merle Briggs. I've been helpin' the Resistance in any way that I can for a long time now. It's a pleasure, Dep. Faith's needed taken out forever it seems, so I'm happy to see it happen."

Allie shook his hand. "Glad I could be of some help. It's nice to meet you, Merle."

"We should get what supplies and weapons we can off these guys and head out. This many Chosen not answering back is gonna raise some red flags. Reinforcements will arrive," Grace explained, looking around the trailer park.

"Gracey has a point. Let's make like a tree and leave," Merle said, nodding.

Allison agreed, and so they split off to gather ammo, supplies, and weapons off of the dead cultists. Allie and her group as well as Merle and the other survivors got what they could and loaded up in parked vehicles.

The food was being unloaded from the truck unbearably slow. John tapped a foot impatiently, arms crossed. Then again, he had been harsh on the followers this time, wanting a perfect count of exactly what was brought into the compound, as he was notorious for keeping impeccable inventory.

As the food was unloaded and set up, it was counted and distributed amongst the civilians living at the compound. Many faces passed by him; men, women, children. Some, carrying their rations, gave thanks to him. He merely gave a nod, if anything at all.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he clenched his inked knuckles just as a soft palm came onto his shoulder. Joseph stepped around, peering at him through those yellow tinted sunglasses. He was bare chested as usual, wearing only his dark jeans and boots.

"Food is nourishment. It gives us the energy we need so we may praise God and walk in the path he chooses of us. Brother, you should come and eat."

John looked to his older brother. "I've eaten already."

Joseph twitched a smile, looking over to the truck. "At least you're not like Jacob. It seems I have to remind him to eat half the time."

There was a warning in the way Joseph squeezed his palm into John's shoulder, turning him slowly away from the truck.

"Come."

John complied, walking besides the Father towards the church. They were quiet for a moment, even as Joseph opened the doors to the church and offered for John to go first. John did so, stepping into the narthex, and he felt the doors close near his back as Joseph walked ahead towards the chancel, the outside air and noise shut off from them.

"How…are your followers doing, John? Is everyone doing…well?"

John was quiet, calculating on exactly what Joseph was digging for. Having left his longcoat in the truck, John's tattoos were visible as he folded his arms.

"They're fine. As far as I'm aware of. Some may be hesitant to approach me, but we've always had that happen before."

Joseph leaned on the lectern, motioning at him with his left hand, the one that always had the rosary necklace wrapped around it. "Just be sure to take in their requests, their concerns. They look up to you, John. You must guide them as they are our flock, and we their shepherds."

John nodded. "Of course."

"Now…Henbane region. I've had Jacob send out more numbers there to try and help those seeking salvation. Faith's remaining followers have their hands full…thanks to the sinners. But with God's breath upon them, they shall reclaim what's ours. I may need you to send some of your own followers that way to help…until I am able to figure out what God wants me to do for the area now that Faith is gone. Meanwhile, I need you for you to set up more roadblocks within the valley. We cannot…let the sinners meet up, and we definitely cannot allow them to infest the valley also."

"All doable. I will get it done, Joseph."

The Father stood his full height, taller than John. With a smile, he put a hand to one side of John's bearded face, looking into his eyes.

"I knew I could count on you." He pulled back, but just barely. "So, how is the search for the junior deputy going? She is my wayward child…I wish to speak to her."

"Nothing yet, but soon, I promise."

"Gods whispers to me," Joseph said just barely above a whisper himself. "That she may be susceptible to Bliss. Something to consider."

"Isn't everyone?"

Joseph nodding, stepping back as light was brought back into the church from one of the doors opening. Joseph's eyes flashed, and he lightly smiled. "Yes, but Faith was close to breaking something within her. I don't know what it was yet."

John looked to who had entered into the church, but his perception had been right even before seeing the man, as the way he stepped along the main aisle in his boots gave him away.

"Hurry it up, peaches, I don't have all damn day." Jacob snapped his fingers.

"C-coming!"

John rolled his eyes, stepping away from Joseph as their oldest brother put his forehead to the Father. His steely blue eyes came over John, and the younger brother tensed. And just as he expected, Jacob reached out and patted him on the head. John bit back agitation.

Besides Deputy Pratt, John noticed another familiar figure at Jacob's heels. The Judge, Gideon, sat down on his haunches, attention on his master. Jacob had taken the wolf in as a cub a couple years back, when they were first starting the experiments with the Judges. He looked like the other Judges, the Bliss having bleached his fur to a smoky white, with the red cross across his snout and face. However, he still had a tail unlike the others.

"What is this?" Joseph asked.

The deputy, Staci Pratt, had finally came over, carrying a very heavy wooden box. Pratt looked as though he had been carrying it for a while and struggled not to drop it. Jacob glared at the deputy when he just stood there, reaching up and smacking him across the head really hard.

"Pay your respects!"

"G-good day, F-Father."

"Geez, now open the box, will you?"

Pratt struggled to hold the box and open it. Joseph reached out, softly touching Pratt and shaking his head. Pratt looked relieved as Joseph opened the box himself.

"Some of Faith's belongings," Joseph sounded somber, but looked over at Jacob. "That is very considerate of you, Jacob."

"We're still going through her bunker. There are supplies that are salvageable. I haven't been able to do as much as I'd like to down there, only because of the Whitetails causing trouble in the north. Anyways, I'd figured you would want some of it."

"Of course," the Father sighed, and motioned over to the alter. "My son, put it down, you look exhausted. Jacob, I told you to turn him towards the light as a follower not make him your beast of burden."

Pratt wasted no time doing as he was told.

Jacob shrugged. "He'll learn some way. In fact, the guy has surprised me. He's tougher than he looks."

Jacob looked to John. "You had him for what, a day? He broke so easily. But man, my trials…he keeps surprising me, don't you peaches?"

Pratt stayed to the side, arms in front of him and head lowered. Jacob chuckled. "You sure his sin is Envy? 'Cuz I'm picking up a little Wrath in there somewhere. Like a damn dog waiting to bite the hand that feeds him."

John studied Pratt for a moment. "At the time, no Wrath, just Envy. I wouldn't have engraved it otherwise. Perhaps you think you see Wrath because you see a little of yourself in him?"

Jacob glared at John. He went to step over to his younger brother, but the middle brother stepped between them.

"Don't indulge him," Joseph groaned, a shake of his head as he cast a warning glance to John. "You know it does no good to handle him that way."

Jacob slowly nodded, but passed John his own look. One that John took in as: Wait until brother isn't around.

The Father looked between his younger and older brother, an arm outstretched to each of them. "I know I have asked a lot of you two in the past couple weeks, with all that has happened. It has worn each of us down, especially with Faith no longer with us. But please do not take it out on each other. We must keep on the path that God desires of us. We must convert or destroy the sinners and prepare for the Collapse. With the loss of Faith, our burden…our duty, has only increased, and I need you now more than ever. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Joseph," John answered.

Jacob dipped his head. "I understand."

Joseph lowered his hands to his side. He turned away from them, walking towards the back of the church, towards the sanctuary.

"As much as I would love for you to stay, we have our own duties to fulfill for the day. We can catch up tomorrow after the morning sermon. I will pray that God will continue to protect us as we do his biddings. For his will is my will."

The Father merged into the shadows in the back of the altar. John knew by habit that Joseph would go to his room in the back of the church for now. It was their cue to leave. John gave a challenging glare to Jacob, but it only amused his older brother.

He turned away from the Baptist, directing Pratt and Gideon for the door. The wolf and deputy complied. John walked out behind them, and then went his own way. He went over to the supply truck to see how far along they were in unloading.

The trailer was just about empty as cultists gathered up boxes to haul out to the distribution area while another was checking off the inventory. John knocked on the side of the trailer, getting their attention.

"Let's wrap this up. Twenty minutes," he said.

"Yes, Brother John."

As John pulled back out of the trailer, he was grabbed from behind. Just as his head and back slammed into the trailer hard, he snickered, knowing who it was already.

"You like to test my patience some days, don't you?" Jacob glared at him.

"I merely gave a personal observation, but I must've hit a nerve. What's eating you, brother? Do you need to confess? I'm all ears."

Jacob shook his head, tension slightly falling away as he chuckled. "I get it. You're making jabs at me because I accused you of straying the other day. I'm the one that hit a nerve, aren't I?"

"You really want to try mind games with me? I'm a lawyer, Jacob. I'll talk around you all day long."

"Easy," Jacob said, patting John's shoulder, then let him go. "You want a confession, here's one for you. One I've told you many times before. The reason I'm tough on you is because I love you. Joseph and I worry about you, is all."

John shoved Jacob away, straightening his shirt. "I can handle myself just fine. You know that. Don't patronize me."

Jacob folded his arms. "I know that. Joseph knows that. I just want to make sure you aren't struggling with yourself. I know what that's like."

John knew well enough that Jacob was being sincere in his feelings, but at the same time, he was gaslighting him, and it didn't sit well with John at all. John gaslit people on a daily basis, and so for his older brother to try and pull such a tactic on him rubbed him the wrong way.

"I don't understand what it is with you," John said, agitation slipping out on his words. "I don't regret anything in my past…unlike you. I've accepted…all of it. I like who I've become because of it now that I've atoned. So no, I don't struggle with myself…not one bit. Stop trying to get a different answer out of me."

Jacob chuckled, an intimidating sound all its own. "You keep telling yourself that bullshit, John. And yet you still have lapses with your sins, you're impulsive as fuck sometimes. And Joseph and I are always here to bring you back on path. Like I said, we just worry about you. We want you with us when the Collapse happens."

"You underestimate me. Do not fret over my nature. I have it under control. I'll show you."

Jacob quickly caught on, no surprise. "You mean that junior deputy running amok? John, you don't have anything to prove on that. You've done good with all that you've accomplished for the Project. Just…keep yourself in check, alright?"

John dipped his head, if only to get his brother to change the subject, or better, leave. Jacob heaved a sigh, rubbing his scruff before he clapped John on the shoulder, a sign of affection that the burly soldier had trouble showing.

"I'll see you tomorrow, brother."

Jacob turned and left. John watched him go, tense for a long moment until Jacob was out of sight. John's hand shook slightly, and he clenched it into a fist, punching the side of the trailer hard. He welcomed the pain it shot up his arm, gaining relief from it.

His radio crackled, before a follower messaged him.

"Brother John, do you copy?"

John took the walky-talky from his belt and moved it to his mouth. "What is it?"

"Uh, well…you aren't going to like this."

"Then don't beat around the bush, or I'll cut your tongue out," John retorted. "What is it?"

"The Chosen you sent to that trailer park to capture Merle Briggs, and the other sinners there, well they had him and a few others ready for cleansing, but they've all been killed."

His agitation started to boil towards anger. "How?"

There was a long moment of silence, as if the follower was too afraid to answer. Just as John was about to threaten him though, he came back on the radio. "The Junior Deputy led a Resistance group into the area and fought back. Was able to release the sinners, including Merle."

She really had his fucking attention now. John clenched the radio, but his anger started mixing with delight as he realized that now the game could really begin. He took a breath, calming himself and put the radio to his lips.

"I need for you to get me a transceiver linked to the Resistance's frequency. It's time I have a little chat with this deputy."

"On it."

John walked around to the opening of the trailer. "Time to leave. I'm not going to say it again."

It was nice to finally sit down and take a breather. Allison, Mary May, their group and Merle and his group were caught by a convoy on their way back to Fall's End. Many of them were injured the scuffle, but there had been no casualties, which Allie was thankful for. She received a large scrape on the same arm where she had the bullet graze. She also got a small cut on her forehead, but not much else.

Once back in town, Mary May took the supplies they gathered to Jerome and Allie took back Boomer. Allie found that Nick Rye had brought his pregnant wife, Kim, and some belongings to Fall's End, ready to hide out away from the controlling Baptist that would eventually return to their home. Kim had been excited to meet Allie, because of the news of killing Faith, doing all she did for Henbane River, and what she had done so far in Holland Valley. Allison didn't want anyone to consider her a celebrity, but some civilians did so. She couldn't feel like one, not even a hero, what she was doing wasn't glorious, but at least she was saving lives.

Allie and Kim became fast friends as they talked over a small meal and beer. Nick had warmed up to her too, and they all talked about what their lives used to be like before Eden's Gate took over Hope County.

It was well after dark when Jerome, Mary May, Merle and Grace joined their table at the bar. Sharky and Hurk Jr. had joined them for awhile, but got too drunk and were now trying to play pool.

"Hey Nick, Kim," Merle greeted, sitting down. "I heard about your house and plane…I'm sorry about that."

Nick barely nodded. "Yeah…Allie and I might go get it back though, we've talked about it a little. I heard about the Death Wish…tough break."

The mullet-haired Resistance member shrugged. "Eh, she'll show back up. Them peggies will have to fill her up sooner or later. I'll get her back."

"Just don't get overzealous," Mary May put in. "With all that we've done, shit's about to hit the fan. I can feel it."

Nick groaned, rubbing on a bruise on his face. "Yeah…and I'm not sure what's worse, a pissed off John, or a happy John."

"I'm hoping John will only come after me. I don't want anyone else to get hurt," Allie said, taking a drink of her beer.

Merle chuckled, shaking his head. "You're sure are a crazy one, whether you're doin' it to try and save Hudson or not. Getting caught by John…you always walk away with scars. And I'm not just talkin' 'bout the physical ones either. That, and you still have a risk of getting shipped to Jacob if you survive John's torture."

Allison lowered her eyes. "I wasn't able to save Burke…I need to save Hudson."

Kim patted her shoulder. "You will, I just know it. We're all here to help you."

"Thanks." Allison looked to Jerome. "So, what's the plan for tomorrow?"

Jerome was quiet for a moment as he thought it over. He cleared his throat. "I was thinking…we have a few more numbers now, plus more supplies. We should hit another outpost, try and take it back, or at least take it back long enough to raid the supplies."

"It's not raiding if it was our stuff to begin with," Grace said.

"True," Jerome said, lightly smiling. "In any case, it will be tough, but gaining an outpost or supplies from one will really boost morale and help with our cause."

Allie nodded, approving. "Sounds good, which one you thinking?"

Her radio started cackling. Allie looked down to her belt, taking it off to hold it up on the table. It was either Whitehorse or Dutch, most likely Dutch.

"Sin is pervasive…It drives us to do unspeakable acts."

The table grew deathly quiet, Allie's pulse jumping to a high level as she realized who it was that was speaking to her. John Seed. She saw the fear at the table, she felt it. His voice was silky smooth, with a dangerous undertone.

"I know the feelings that drive you. I know them…intimately. But I can help you, Allison. I can wash away these sins. I can Cleanse your soul. It will be difficult and it will be painful, but…it will be worth it. My people will come for you. They will bring you to me. Don't fight it. Because the harder your resist, well…the harder we'll have to scrub your soul. I'll be…looking forward to seeing you."

The radio went silent. Allie's heart rate remained high as she figured out exactly what happened. John had somehow got ahold of her frequency, and he was now after her. She had achieved what she wanted, but now she felt very much sick to her stomach. Looking up at her allies, she realized that Nick, Kim, and Mary May had moved away from her, as if she was infected with a sickness.

"You've been marked," Jerome said, eyes on the radio and tense. "Cultists will come here, they will hunt you down."

"They can't find us here or they will take us too," Kim stated, looking to Nick.

"No," Allie said, giving her a hopeful glance. "You will just have to hide. I'll go willingly. Should make them leave without a hassle. I'm the one John really wants right now, by the sounds of it."

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Mary May asked, looking concerned.

Allie thought she would be, but after hearing John's voice and the threatening undertone mixed with that cool, intelligent voice, she found herself to be a little intimidated.

"Well…I guess I better be."

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