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Misadventures - 15.2

and it won’t be long • ‘til we drop this match • when I burn to your fingertips • you can throw what’s left

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Misadvetures taglist: @cillmequick @emotionalcadaver @zablife @raincoffeeandfandoms

Summary: The longest day ever only gets longer.

Word Count: 6,802

Warnings: Swearing, sight discussion of miscarriage and sexual assault, discussion of cheating, unwanted sexual tension, sexual themes, Tommy being a fucking idiot.

A/N: Ahaha, I'm grinning like a fool but, yall are gonna hate where I ended this. The clue of the Polaroids has been there since the beginning and this part is why.

“Are you alright?” Tommy’s reappearance almost startled her, although it shouldn’t have. It was his house. Who else would come looking for her in the bedroom?

She had retreated after a rather brief run (she wasn’t sure what she had thought she would accomplish with the stint on the treadmill other than becoming slightly sweaty and remembering why she didn’t run in the first place) to, despite the conflicting emotions jumbling around in her stomach, start to unpack.

“No,” she didn’t intend to pout, but, seeing who Tommy might have stayed with had their shit not hit the fan made her feel so inadequate, piled on top of everything else that had happened, Quinn wasn’t quite sure how to feel, “not really.”

“Why?”

“I’m sorry,” Quinn sighed as she hung the navy floral dress that she had bought to wear to dinner that night on the back of the door. In retrospect the boned bodice, slight gap at the thigh in the wrap skirt, and low cut of it may not have been entirely appropriate for a family dinner, but, she had fallen in love with it the moment she saw it, “you didn’t tell me she looked like Rosetti’s fucking Prosperine!”

That was what she was looking for earlier.

Tommy took a deep breath, pacing the floor of what once had been their room. Nothing had changed except for it being devoid of all of Lizzie’s belongings, a thin accumulation of dust sitting on top of his own.

“I’m sorry.”

She closed her eyes, letting out a breath, “It’s not your fault.”

Quinn fiddled with the back of the gold post, reminding herself if she pulled on it too hard the opal on the front would go flying off into oblivion, never to be found again, as her she opened her eyes, wandering the room, navy sheets turned down on the bed–

“Is that the same–” she was thankful when Tommy cut her off, because she was sure that speaking before she thought the sentence through and trying to find the rest of it as she spoke would land her spitting out the rest of the words in a rather obtuse way.

“No. I took the mattress out to the river and set it on fire.” There was a dark look in his eye as he spoke that didn’t make her doubt him for a second.

“Noted.”

“I have some things to go take care of,” he placed a hand on either of her shoulders, and Quinn groaned, interjecting before he could continue.

“Am I going to have to bandage you up when you come back, too?”

Tommy could hear from the tone in her voice that she was trying to pass it off as a joke, but her face was intensely serious.

“Hey,” one hand found the back of her neck, pulling her close before wrapping her into his embrace, “I always come back in one piece, eh? Only occasionally with some holes.”

“Oh fuck, they’re gonna Swiss cheese you,” Quinn wailed, burying her face in his chest, trying to take some comfort in at the way he pulled her closer, “in movies when people say that kinda shit they always come back tore to shreds.”

“That only happens when they aren’t prepared.”

She took a deep breath, appreciating the familiarity and comfort that she found in the smell of his cologne, the warm ambery smell lingering still in her nostrils as she pulled back to look at him.

“I’m going to try and not think about any of this new found information while you’re gone,” she nodded, as if the action would convince her it was okay to relax when she knew she would be worried sick, “maybe I’ll take a nap.”

“Pol said she was in the sitting room if you wanted tea.”

“Hmm, I feel like that’s a nonnegotiable invitation.” Quinn grumbled as he released her, pulling on the jacket draped over the arm of the chair that resided in the corner of the room.

“You’d be correct.”

“Be careful.”

“I will.”

Quinn huffed, slumping down in said chair as the door clicked closed, pilfering another cigarette from the side table.

Pursing her lips and watching the smoke roll to the ceiling as if it were some kind of incense she was burning, she realized that would have been a rather apt time for an exchange of “I love you”’s, but, she had sworn to herself as some strange rule that she was never saying it first in a relationship ever again.

She felt teary eyed and she hated it. She debated running a bath in the rather deep tub she had discovered while putting her toiletries away as an uncomfortable cramp twisted in her lower abdomen.

Letting her head fall back, staring intently at the white ceiling, as if it were going to open up and give her all the answers she was looking for, she took a drag of the cigarette, deciding it was best before letting the whole thing go to waste.

She had always considered the irregularity of her periods due to her birth control to be a blessing. They had never been a steady thing anyway, no matter what the doctors put her on, and it was a wonder that Gerard had managed to knock her up at all in the first place, but the drawback to what she had considered to be a win was that she was never prepared.

She left the butt in the ashtray, lit another, and made her way down stairs before she snuck out the side door, seeing that her phone was connected to the WiFi, that fun new thing iPhones did to share the internet password through proximity, and hoped, no pleaded, that whoever or whatever was up there would convince Dalton to stop what he was doing and answer the phone.

“Mama, did your plane not just land?” He quirked a brow as Quinn padded barefoot over the stones in the circular drive, watching as Tommy’s vehicle finally pulled away.

She tried her best to choke back the tears that pricked at the corner of her eyes.

“Yeah and I think I’m way over my head here, Dee.”

“Why, what’s wrong?” She noted the genuine concern in his voice as his features softened, and she took a long drag off of the cigarette before responding.

“You ever been to a house that doesn’t have an address?”

“What do you mean? Like the White House? We went there that one time on a field trip during band—“

“Dalton, this house just has a name. Just a name etched in a fucking cornerstone. It’s a whole fucking estate country house with horses and a pool and—“

“Oh, motherfucker is rich rich.” She was thankful when his assessment cut off her rambling.

“Yeah, I’m headed to tea with his aunt in my best lululemon leggings, so, wish me luck.”

“Oh sweet pea, I just hope you make it out alive.”

She felt her face fall, throat choking up as she blew smoke once again, “I would elaborate at how fucking ironic that is, but I don’t even have the words at the moment.”

Resigned to her fate, she made her way into the sitting room to see Polly was perched in the arm chair, flipping through the magazine in a way that Quinn knew was meant as a distraction. She wanted Quinn to think she hadn’t seen her, but from the air she had around her, it looked like she was upset that she had been kept waiting.

Quinn was surprised to be met with the soft smell of Chai tea, the white and gold teapot with its coordinated cups looking rather picturesque on the tray in the middle of the coffee table.

“How was the flight?” Polly hadn’t looked up from the article her eyes were darting across, steam already rolling up from her cup, and Quinn took the hint that she wouldn’t be having tea unless she poured it for herself.

She did her best not to slosh the liquid out the side of the cup, “It was as good as a flight can be. Not much turbulence, no crying kids. Just the adjustment to the time change is the worst of it.”

Polly hummed, “The back and forth takes some getting used to,” she discarded the magazine on the side table, “we’ve all traveled across the ocean enough times that it’s second nature at this point.”

Quinn took a sip of the tea, “Well, it’s not the first time I’ve flown. I was in Munich a few weeks ago for work. Thankfully, this time I was able to travel lighter.”

“Do you travel for work often?”

“Not regularly.”

Quinn did her best to muscle her way through more of the dry small talk, as they avoided all together the topic of why exactly she had to stitch John up on the dining room table earlier, and resisted the urge to down the cup of tea in an effort to move the exchange along at a rapid pace the more personal the questions got.

“Do you have any children?”

Quinn about choked on the sip of tea she had just taken before she weighed the cup in her hands. On one hand, she never wanted to discredit Robin’s existence in her life and she was sure Tommy never would have mentioned the situation to his Aunt, so on the other hand, what was the point of getting into it all right now?

“No,” she lied, as soon as she said the words the uneasy feeling in her stomach was tightening, betraying what she thought was the right decision, “I don’t.”

“Do you want them?”

Quinn could feel the cold sweat break out over her body. What did it matter to Polly? This was already something her and Tommy had talked about between themselves, why did she have to be so fucking nosy about—

“I love kids, I love my nieces and nephews, but I just don’t picture myself having any of my own.”

Polly hummed, returning her cup to the tray.

“Let me read your leaves for you.”

Quinn glanced down into the now almost empty cup, realizing that this was a statement that she couldn’t quite refute lest she would probably offend the woman.

She nodded, swallowing, feeling an uneasy sensation spread through her body reminiscent of the time Dalton was determined to get her to play with an Ouija board in an old abandoned house off of a dirt road the summer before they went into high school.

She had thrown it in the trash as soon as they had gotten back home and it popped back up in his trunk a month later.

“Take the cup in your left hand, swirl the leaves around three times, and dump the liquid back into the teapot.”

“Okay,” Quinn whispered, trying to keep her face neutral as she did as she was instructed, while not feeling ridiculous, returning the cup to it’s previous home on the tray.

“Now, tell me what you see.”

“It looks like…” Quinn squinted, feeling an odd way about the entire process, “a nail.”

Polly shifted her gaze around the rim of the cup then deeper into the bowl, a disapproving noise leaving her nose as she looked, “So it does.”

Her eyes roamed the cup, and Quinn watched intently, “however, there’s an eye there, so that means protection.”

“What does the nail mean?”

Polly’s steely gaze met Quinn in what she could only describe as a haunting way, “An attack.”

“Well, I guess I know to keep an eye out now.”

She did her best to keep the sarcasm out of her voice as she tried to get comfortable in the chair, wondering how long she had left until it could be seen as polite to excuse herself for a nap to recuperate from their travels.

“So, what is it that you want from Thomas?”

Quinn cocked her head to the side, brows furrowing, startled at the sudden forwardness that had been brought to the conversation.

So, that was the point behind all of this.

“If it’s money,” Polly paused, the clove cigarette sparking to life, “I can tell you it won’t be gotten easily. Lizzie birthed him a whole daughter and only got the bare necessities out of the ordeal.”

Quinn snorted. She wasn’t too sure how Lizzie’s demand of a brand new car and a whole house of her own fell into the qualifications of bare necessities, but she had never pried much further into how their arrangement worked out other than what came up in conversation, so, otherwise, she would have to take Polly’s word for it.

“Grace, well—“

She felt like the air went cold around her at just the mention of Grace’s name. It wasn’t a conversation Quinn wanted to get stuck in, or to let on how much she knew about the situation.

“I don’t want Tommy’s money.”

“You say the words, however, you look like someone who might.”

Quinn cleared her throat, shifting herself in the seat gently, “Well fortunately, for you, despite how I may look, I work 30 to 35 hours a week, and the going rate for a tattoo artist with my skill set in New York is around $250 an hour.”

Polly’s expression remained unwaveringly stern.

“I don’t short myself.”

Quinn could see a hint of a smirk playing at the edge of the older woman’s mouth before she continued.

“Last year, before I had to pay out 30.6% in self employment taxes, I brought home $390,000. That’s from work made with my own two hands. That’s also before the commission I receive from the other artists who rent out portions of the studio. I also sell shirts, stickers, and patches online of artwork made from my own designs. So, don’t look at me like I need his money.”

The front door slammed closed, and she would have been relieved if it had been Tommy returning, albeit rather quickly, but, it seemed she wouldn’t be having such luck.

Quinn swallowed, thankful for the interruption (regardless of who it was) of who she remembered from the short glimpse she got of them, to be Polly’s son and his wife Gina, trailed by another girl that of course bore a striking resemblance to Michael.

Anna.

Quinn tried not to think too much about the information that Tommy had given her regarding their childhood, because, although she knew there was no way possible, she had this strange lingering feeling about Polly that she was able to read her mind.

It was silly, but the thought was there and it terrified her.

She couldn’t help but notice something that she saw in her own eyes for a long time when she looked at Michael and Anna, that look that something was buried deep down, kept secret and hidden from everyone else.

She almost wished she didn’t know.

Maybe other people still saw it in her too.

Quinn cleared her throat as she stood, giving the tea leaves a final swirl before she was completely righted in an effort to stop thinking about the exchange as a whole, “I’m going to go find the kitchen, get some water.”

Of course, the effort to dismiss herself wasn’t effective. She was a stranger in a strange land who apparently looked like she might steal the family jewels. How dare any of them let her wander the house of the man she was seeing unattended.

“Oh, I can show you to the kitchen.” Gina spoke, putting on a smile that Quinn could tell wasn’t well-intentioned.

Quinn nodded, not overly fond of the idea of being alone with her. There was something about the way she could feel the girl observing her that made her feel well past uncomfortable.

There was silence until they got to a set of stairs that seemed to descend in a way that one would enter an old cellar, sans wooden doors in the floor.

“The kitchen is downstairs?”

Gina scoffed, “The house is rather antiquated. It was built as a servants kitchen in order not to disturb the rest of the household and disrupt gatherings hosted by the lady of the house, as well as mitigating the risk of fire and keeping the house from warming more in the hot seasons.”

“Hmm,” Quinn trailed behind the girl down the stairs, biting into the back of the post in her lip in order to keep from saying any more.

Yes, let’s rub it in that I’m just some lowly little–

“So,” she posed her slender body with a hip against the counter, “what do you think about it here so far?”

“It’s been…eventful.”

Quinn wasn’t sure how else to describe the day in a positive light.

Gina chuckled, rummaging around in her little bag before procuring a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

“I’m surprised Tommy brought someone so, new, home so soon.”

Quinn shook her head, letting her eyes wander the subway tiles in the pristine kitchen, black marble counter tops and a whole other dining table, although not as elaborate as the one upstairs.

“What are you worried about?”

“Tommy just, well, as long as I’ve known him, seems to have a bit of the Devil in him.”

Quinn scoffed, opening and closing different cabinets before finally finding a glass, and filling it from the tap.

“Well, good for me that I wasn’t raised Catholic,” Quinn took a sip of the water, getting in the only dig back she could come up with. Try however much she might there was no way Gina was distancing herself from the little bit of the Boston accent that came and went, which, only made Quinn’s mind bounce to wondering why Blake Griffin left the Pistons, went to the Nets, and then pretty well sat bench for the Celtics after returning from an injury, but, it wasn’t something she needed to concern herself with that much in that moment , “and please, don’t stand here and think you’re going to tell me something that I don’t already know about Tommy.”

“Oh, I know lots.”

Quinn smiled, “Well, I can assure you, I know more than you think.”

“I think if you knew as much of the truth as you let on you’d be on the next flight back to New York.”

Quinn could have let out the groan she was holding in. What was this girl gaining by trying to give her hell?

“What, are you afraid the novelty of being the only American in the family will wear off too quickly if there's someone else around?”

Gina squinted, taking a drag off of the cigarette, “You must be, what, a little older than me—“

Quinn resisted rolling her eyes, “I’m twenty-six.”

“Oh, fuck, so there is more of an age gap there than I had estimated.”

She gave up, rolling her eyes anyway, “Yeah, yeah. It’s not news to me that Tommy’s older than I am.”

“Let me guess, Daddy didn’t give you enough attention?”

There was a beat where Quinn let the words sink in.

“Excuse me?” Quinn sat the glass down on the counter, eyes wandering the white subway tiles that ran to the ceiling, as Gina’s redbottomed heels clacked across the floor, the quiet echo the only other noise in the room.

“Well,” her red lips parted, blowing smoke in Quinn’s face before continuing, the overall proximity of their closeness making the animal of Quinn’s anxiousness rear its ugly head, freezing herself between Gina and the counter as if there were nowhere to go, “someone doesn’t go to all of this trouble,” Quinn felt herself shudder as Gina ran the fingers of her free hand through her hair, the tip of one of her almond shaped nails finding the path of one of the lines etched into her neck that her mother had absolutely hated when she returned home to visit the first time after getting it done, the sensation feeling far too personal for someone she just met and wasn’t quite sure if she liked, “if they truly were comfortable with themself. You might be exotic looking and fun for now, but, just wait til he gets bored of you.”

Don’t freeze, Quinn. Freezing doesn’t get you anywhere.

“I know if Tommy were here right now, you wouldn’t have even thought about talking to me like this,” Quinn whispered, staring Gina down as she slid herself from the compromising position, taking note, as she tried to assess the room between the two of them, or the lack of it, of the small bump under the flowing fabric of Gina’s dress, and deciding that it may very well be a necessity to fight dirty if she were willing to survive around here, “It sounds like you might just be jealous that you fucked the wrong part of the family, but, I’m the one that’s waking in the morning smelling like his cologne with his head between my thighs,” she clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth, before turning to walk away, “so, remember that.”

She was a few steps away before she continued, ”Oh, and ya know, you should probably lay off the smoking. That’s frowned upon now-a-days.”

Quinn cleared her throat, staring at her own feet, as she passed Anna in the opposite direction on the stairs.

“Michael says he’s ready to go,” her voice was rather meek as she used the words to announce her presence to her sister-in-law.

“Good! Tell your brother I’m ready to get the fuck out of here.”

Quinn made her way back to the bedroom, checking the time on the clock to see that, with the few hours they had managed to kill with all the happenings, she should probably start to put herself together.

The whole exchange with Gina left her head pounding, not at all looking forward to the dinner they were supposed to be attending all together.

The message Polly had given her about the reading of the tea leaves had also left her a bit flustered, causing her to get turned around somewhere looking for the stairs and have to find her way back to the entryway just to start over.

It must be wrong. It has to just be picking up on something from the past. Everything with Gerard makes sense for their being an attack and protection, so that has to be it.

Instead of dwelling on what she couldn’t control, for once, she started to put energy into getting ready instead.

“Hi,” Quinn looked surprised as Tommy entered the bathroom, closing the door behind himself, “you are surprisingly covered in much less blood than I expected.”

He chuckled as she moved to the side, giving him access to the sink to wash the blood from his hands, as she unplugged the curling iron, checking that she was satisfied with every curl and line of makeup that had taken her much longer than she would have liked.

“Is he still in one piece?” Quinn whispered, watching the blood circle the drain until the water ran clear.

“Against me better judgment, yes.”

Quinn hummed, handing off the towel as Tommy shut off the water.

“You wouldn’t happen to know if there’s Midol anywhere in the probably several bathrooms here, would you?”

Tommy raised a brow, halfway ready to shake his head.

“It’s, um, shit what is the base of it,” her brow furrowed, “naproxen sodium?”

She gave him credit for only the slight widening of eyes when he finally realized what she was talking about, “For monthly things?”

“Yes, Tommy, for monthly things.”

“Doubtful that there’s anything here. I could have Ada–”

“No, it’s okay, I can just deal with it–”

“You can take the car. I think I left it run, honestly. There’s a Boots pharmacy by the Morrisons. There may be one closer. I just know I’ve grabbed things from there when Ruby’s been sick.”

Quinn nodded, stretching, watching him intently in the mirror behind her as he pulled the shirt over his head, discarding it to the floor, “Okay, can you just tie this up for me? I managed to get it tightened.”

“Hmm,” she watched their reflections in the mirror as his lips made contact with the side of her throat, skin flushing as she bit into her own lip, watching intently the way his muscles moved under his skin, “I’d rather not,” he took his time, mouth moving along exposed flesh before grabbing the strings at her lower back and giving them a hard tug, “but, if you insist.”

“Thank you,” she whispered the words against his lips before relinquishing a quick peck, realizing if she gave in to any more than that they would never be on time for dinner.

Quinn regretted the heels as soon as she finished tying the long strings around her legs, but, other than some flats and moccasins, they were the only thing that went with the dress.

“Bluetooth device already connected. Unable to pair.” The woman’s robotic voice came across the speakers as she adjusted the seat.

“Stupid fucking car,” Quinn grumbled, fighting with her phone once again to get it to even show up in the Bluetooth menu, let alone get it to pair.

Already connected? No, it isn’t.

She crammed buttons and clicked through the menu again. She wasn’t going to call Tommy to come fix it. He had already gotten in the shower and it shouldn’t have been that hard to figure out by herself.

After abusing the buttons on the console a few more times, she tossed the phone in her lap so she could see the map, searching for the pharmacy he had mentioned, and setting off without thinking too much more of it.

As she turned the corner onto the main road, to her surprise, his phone clanked around in the open console area under the radio.

“Oh, fuck. Bluetooth device connected. That would be it.”

The screen lit up, showing there were three messages and a slew of missed calls.

There were missed calls from Ada, Finn, and a few other businessy sounding contacts that didn’t really catch Quinn’s eye as anything more than a run of the mill day on Tommy’s phone. Which, to this point, not that she was much better, she noticed that it was something he could barely live without.

But the messages, those, were from a contact named May Carleton.

May, from what Quinn had picked up from bits and pieces of information, trained Tommy’s horses. It had never struck her as anything unusual, until that moment.

Quinn sighed, trying to ignore the nagging feeling in her gut, continuing on down the route her phone was taking her. However, it pestered her all the way to the pharmacy.

She threw the car in park, sinking down in the seat, and tried to tell herself to mind her own business. For fucks sake, they were here, partly, to watch a fucking horse race, so it only made sense that the horse trainer would be messaging him.

About the horse.

Unfortunately, logic didn’t win in her mind.

Her heart hammered as she swiped the screen, no prompting for a passcode because it was still connected to the car.

She tried to take a deep enough breath as she scrolled past the message mentioning what room the woman was staying at and in which hotel, and she wanted to slam the whole fucking phone into the concrete when she reached a nude photo of the woman in front of a mirror, red robe open with everything on display, tan skin, brown hair, red lipstick.

Everything she wasn’t.

She nodded, seeing red and swiping back down. She was good at this kind of thing. Torturing herself. She still would catch herself sometimes, however not in a long time, searching, unblocking, and scrolling through Gerard’s instagram, looking back at how happy they had been, trying to figure out what had gone wrong.

Other than the obvious.

Can’t stop thinking about the last time you were here. Can I see you again when you’re back for the races?

Only if you wear that dress you know I like.

That I can do.

“Well, it sure fucking seems that you’d prefer her wearing nothing at all, fucking Thomas Michael.” Quinn spat, continuing down to the messages that had just been received, “Christ he’s so fucking arrogant, that dress you know I like. Fuck!”

Her eyes could barely focus on the words, whether it was from the tears that threatened to crest over her waterline or the, just short of, rage that was coursing through her veins each time her heart hammered in the cage of her chest, she wasn’t quite sure.

I’m staying at Mallory Court for the night, it was all that was available. It’s rather quaint for something so cheap.

I’m in room 26. One of the suites.

Will I see you tonight?

Quinn ground her teeth as she weighed her options:

She could go there and confront the woman.

She could go retrieve Tommy and go there and confront the woman.

She could go get her shit and go to the airport.

Or 4. she could go back and leave his phone in the car and act like nothing ever happened.

The last one wasn’t even a desirable option, because it wasn’t something she would be able to live with herself if she did.

She opened the map, putting in the destination as the hotel, and slammed the car in reverse.

“Tommy, you fucking dolt, where’s your phone?” Ada yelled down the hall after trying to call her brother the entire drive to make sure everyone was meeting at the house before going out to dinner, but now, her phone started to ring as if he was calling her, as he stood before her on the stairs, brow furrowed.

“Hello?”

There was some rustling and a sniffle, “Ada, are you at Tommy’s? Is he there?”

Quinn couldn’t help but let her voice waver a tad, try as she might to be strong and firm, she just wanted to punch both this May and Tommy in the fucking face at the moment.

“Yes, he’s right here,” Ada pulled the phone from her ear, clicking it onto speakerphone before Quinn continued.

“Okay, well, I’ve discovered I have another errand to run,” she clicked her tongue to the top of her mouth, “somewhere called Mallory Court. That should be enough information for Tommy, shouldn’t it?”

Ada watched her brother as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, nodding before pulling the undershirt he was halfway into over his head.

“He’s nodding. That’s all I know, Quinn.”

“Thanks, Ada.”

“Fuck,” he hissed, retreating to the bedroom and returning with a sweatshirt, realizing there wasn’t time to finish getting ready before fixing the mess that was already starting to unfold.

Quinn hung up, allowing Ada to attack her brother with her hand bag, each blow accompanying her monosyllabic sentences, “What? Did? You! Do?!”

“Fuck, Ada, calm down, eh?” He let out a sigh, scratching at the nape of his neck. “It’s just a fucking misunderstanding, alright. Let me borrow your vehicle. I’ll go grab John, we’ll get it sorted.”

“You fucking better,” she said through gritted teeth, “you fucking better fix this Tommy, because I actually like her.”

The hotel itself was terra cotta, and, as the message said, rather quaint. The grounds were manicured nicely and the flower beds hadn’t lost their plumage to the fall weather yet.

Quinn walked in with the determination of a woman who knew exactly where she was going. Heels clicking across the floor as she tried to pace herself, heart hammering in her chest at the impending doom that had settled in the back of her mind.

She was glad she had already dressed for the dinner they were attending that evening, the floral dress with its boned bodice and low cut top was enough to draw attention. To make her actually look like a woman worth fearing.

She was sure it wasn’t intentional, but she could feel eyes on her as she passed through the lobby.

She looked down, the scar from the old gem hidden behind the new one in her chest and realized some of the staring may have just been at her general appearance anyway.

26.

She knocked three times on the door, firm and succinct, the way Tommy always knocked, and waited. The door cracked, the same woman from the photos standing there in a plush robe with a look of confusion on her face.

“Hmm,” Quinn didn’t have much else to say. She had hoped she had been wrong, that it was all some misunderstanding, but there she was, this woman, in the flesh in front of her, “of course.”

“I’m sorry, can I help you?”

Quinn could feel her legs turning to gelatin as her heart raced in her chest.

“Actually, yes. I’m just curious,” Quinn shook her head as Tommy’s phone vibrated in her hand, glancing down to see John trying to call him, “how many of the people you train horses for do you fuck on the side? Is that free or is it included in the price?”

The woman’s brow furrowed, crossing her arms over the plush white robe.

“Excuse me. Do I know you?”

Quinn sighed, taking a few steps forward, her presence pushing the woman back into the room, not liking that in less than a day here she had to revive this mean-spirited part of herself that she had worked so hard to separate from, one that used to get in fights at bars and wouldn’t think twice about breaking a beer bottle over a drunk man’s head for looking at her the wrong way, “You wouldn’t know me, but I know you. I know of you anyway.” she held up Tommy’s phone, wiggling it in the space between them, scrunching her nose, “I know you’re May Carleton who is staying in room 26 at Mallory Court. So, maybe you should let me in and we should have a chat.”

She swallowed hard, backing into the settee at the foot of the bed as Quinn stood boldly in the space.

It was taking everything in her to keep her shoulders squared and chin up, but the tension of her muscles seemed to be what was keeping her focused on not losing her mind completely and tearing the woman and everything in the entire room to shreds.

Trust.

The word popped into her brain like a punch to the gut. She had let Tommy in so quickly and it had been so easy. And now what?

“Would you like a drink?” The words came out strangled as May maneuvered herself from between Quinn and the seat, like someone fighting to pull their way out of a too deeply dug hole.

“I don’t drink.” Quinn wandered the room and picked up the hem of the floor length dress hanging on the back of the bathroom door, letting the fabric fall from her hands as she roamed the room.

“Well, a woman like you with Tommy Shelby, I can’t believe you don’t drink.”

Quinn wasn’t sure which way to take the implication.

Maybe Tommy was difficult to deal with.

“What exactly does a woman like me look like to you?” Quinn cocked her head to the side, eyes roaming the woman's features as she waited for a response.

There was silence. Quinn wasn’t used to being taller than most women, but it seemed the heels she had picked had been a good choice.

“Do I look like an idiot for you to think I don’t understand what’s going on?”

“At the moment, yes. You haven’t a clue what’s going on here.”

“Oh! Between the naked photos, asking what dress you should wear, and providing what room you’re staying in, I think I know exactly what’s going on here.” Quinn counted each part of the statement off on her fingers before shifting her weight to her other hip.

The woman hung her head, biting into her bottom lip.

“You’re here, waiting for him, in a robe with nothing else underneath. That’s what’s going on here.”

Quinn let her eyes wander the room. For a woman who seemed like she was trying to seduce a man, it wasn’t like she had put in much effort into making the space look much more alluring than a plain hotel room. She at least would have lit some candles.

“I’m not one to throw around threats that don’t have any weight behind them, but if you don’t leave him alone, there will be fucking hell to pay,” she paused, “I will make sure of it.”

Quinn wasn't sure in what way there would be hell to pay, but, she wasn’t intending to let it be an unfulfilled threat either, so she would just have to cross that bridge if they got to that point.

Three knocks at the door that hadn’t quite latched behind them had both the women looking to see Tommy standing in the doorway.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she grinned, “did I interrupt your liaison?” Quinn crossed her legs as she dropped herself into the seat and leaned back on the cushions, giving a bored sigh as she looked at her nails, the rings on her fingers, and then back up to Tommy’s pained expression.

“Quinn—“

“No, no. Don’t let me interrupt. Carry on. As if I wasn’t here.” She gestured for him to enter the room.

“I’ve come to retrieve you. That’s it. To keep you from—“

“What? Finding out the truth? Causing a scene?!” She stood, glancing briefly at the red vase on the table, filled with flowers, before grabbing it, testing the weight of it in her hand for a moment before whipping it at the closet door.

Unsurprisingly, it shattered, water and broken glass pooling at Tommy’s feet before she continued. It made her feel bad, for a moment, but something about letting out all her pent up frustration about the way the day had been going also felt very good.

“You. You,” She pointed at Tommy, closing the gap between them, the brand new set of nails that she had gotten done the day before leaving glimmering in the light, “laid in my bed, and you fucking lied to me. I asked you if there was anyone, and you fucking lied.”

She was nose to nose with him, trying to keep an even temper.

“Quinn—“

“I’ll tell you what,” she backed off and looked between May’s startled expression and Tommy’s neutral one, “It might just be easier if I let you sort this out amongst yourselves, it seems you have some catching up to do, and if I play my cards right, I’ll be on a plane back to New York in a few hours, so.”

Quinn turned to depart, all intentions of brushing past Tommy simply and heading into the hallway, but he waited until she was next to him before he spoke.

“John’s already taken the car, and I have the keys, so you’re not going anywhere.”

She swallowed thickly, taking in the way Tommy’s face changed as May laughed.

“You.” He pointed at her, closing the gap between the two of them, and her expression grew sharp, “If you contact me again about anything that isn’t business, I’ll break every contract we have and walk. I’ll pay out the money and find someone else, because I don’t need you. I made a mistake doing anything that wasn’t business with you, Mrs. Carleton.”

Quinn watched tears prick at the woman’s eyes as she covered her mouth, nodding feverishly as Tommy turned, brushing past her to leave without another word.

Quinn didn’t look back as she tried to catch up to his quick stride leading down the hallway.

“Tommy,” she could tell from the way he walked he wasn’t pleased, an innate ability etched into the inner workings of her brain from always feeling as if she had to read Gerard’s mood to figure out if it was a day to walk on eggshells or not, “I—“

“Don’t.” The elevator door dinged, and he took a steadying breath, not even chancing a glance in her direction, “we’ll talk about it when we get back.”

“Oh, you’re right we’re—“

“Quinn.”

The evenness of his voice told her to quit while she was ahead and regain some composure lest she fly off the handle and cause a bigger scene in the lobby of the hotel.

She wasn’t crazy, but the mood she was in, she wasn’t above jerking the steering wheel and sending the vehicle off the road either. The thrum of embarrassment flowing through her body with every quickened heart beat.

Has everything up to this point really been a lie?

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The Drawdown

Wipeout - Chapter 9

Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Okay so I decided to cut this chapter in half so I could get it out a little faster and keep it from getting really long. Next chapter should hopefully also be coming shortly

Warnings: Fighting, angst

Summary: You have a terrible time at the beach

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You twisted the small beads of your necklace while you read over the email on your phone. You’d been studying it religiously since it arrived, every word was now deeply ingrained in your memory. You wanted to say yes so badly, you’d even begun searching for apartments. It was such an amazing opportunity, if things were any different you would have said yes in a heartbeat. There was just one thing holding you back.

Tom Holland. Your sweet, funny, flirty little surfer boy. You just couldn’t imagine life without him. One week apart had left you totally miserable, how would you handle multiple months? An entire year? It seemed impossible.

If you could go back in time you would have listened to Grace and backed off way sooner. You thought you could fight your own feelings, and for a long time you had, but it became overwhelming. You weren’t sure exactly when things changed, but when he’d handed you that necklace you became totally overwhelmed with a warm fuzzy feeling. Everything had crashed over you and all at once you realized that the way you wanted Tom had moved far beyond friendship or lust. You didn’t know how to handle the sudden rush of emotions so you jumped to sex so you could feel as close to him as possible.

You debated talking to him about it, but you already knew your feelings wouldn’t be reciprocated, and you didn’t want them to ruin a friendship that you valued so deeply. Leaving was a perfect out though, the distance would make it easier to move on. Plus you’d be totally focused on your career and future, there’d be no time for you to worry about dating. You two could call and text, even FaceTime on occasion, but by the time you came back you’d be totally over him. You’d probably laugh about it together later in life.

“Boo,” a set of hands grabbed your shoulders. You were brought out of your trance so suddenly you jumped and let out a startled cry. Adrien laughed as he walked around to face you, “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t think I’d actually scare you.”

“That’s okay, I totally zoned out,” you set your phone in your lap and flashed him a smile, “Getting tired?”

You’d gone out to the beach with Grace, Harrison, and Adrien. Adrien and Grace had both tried to get you to come into the water already but you’d told them you weren’t feeling well. Really you were just waiting for Tom to get off work. He was set to come join you once he got off, you were hoping you could tell him you were planning on moving once you were out on the water. It was easier to have that sort of talk on the water.

“Nah, I’ve just got to leave in a few minutes, I’m meeting some friends for dinner,” he explained, “I don’t suppose you’re feeling any better yet?”

You shook your head, “No, not really.”

“That sucks, I’m sorry, I wish you could be out there with us,” he leaned back on his hands while he spoke, “I’m kind of glad we have a minute alone though, there’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.”

You knit your brows, “You can always text me.”

“I know, I just think it’s better to do this stuff in person,” his cheeks took a bit of color as he continued, “I’m not the smoothest person in the world so forgive me if I stumble a bit. I want to start by saying I think you’re really pretty and really cool…”

Oh no, you could already tell where he was going.

“And I had a lot of fun hanging out and helping you with your internship stuff. So I was just wondering if you’d want to go on a date sometime?”

You were frozen in time, your mind rushing between a million thoughts. Adrien was cute, sure, but you’d never thought about him that way, and you had no clue he’d been thinking about you that way.

“Sorry, I’m just a little surprised,” you justified your silence and cleared your throat, “I didn’t realize you were into me that way…” you trailed off as you considered your options.

Adrien was cute, and a good match for you on paper. He was the opposite of Tom in many ways, more quiet and shy. He was sweet and smart and your careers fit nicely together. Plus a date would help you move on. If you could move on then you wouldn’t have to move away from him. You could stay in the sweet little town that you loved, with the sweet boy that you loved. Everything would be perfect, you and Tom could just be best friends and Adrien would be your boyfriend. A boyfriend gave you another reason to deny leaving too, to stay here and stay near him.

“Um, yeah, I think we should do that,” you nodded as you finally answered him, “Just something super casual though, you know what I mean?”

He nodded quickly, “Yeah, of course, we could just grab dinner or something, nothing crazy.”

This was good. Tom and Adrien were friends, all three of you could hang out together. Plus Tom and your other friends would definitely approve of Adrien, and that was important to you. Nothing had to change at all.

“Cool, did you have somewhere in mind?” you turned your attention to your hands, dipping your fingers into the warm sand nervously.

“Have you been to the Thai place that just opened? They have a cute little outside area right on the beach.”

“No, I haven’t, that sounds good though,” you agreed, “When did you want to go? I’m off on Friday.”

“Friday is perfect, around 6 if that works?”

You nodded again, “6 is good for me too. I can pick you up if you want?”

“That’s perfect, I can’t wait,” he flashed a big warm smile and leaned forward again, “I’ve got to get going, but I’m really excited.”

Your smile was smaller but you tried not to seem unsure, “Me too. Have fun at dinner.”

“I will,” he bounced to his feet quickly and waved to you, “I’ll see you Friday.”

“You too,” you waved as he left.

As he disappeared down the beach you drew your legs up to your chest and wrapped your arms around them. You set your head on your knees with a sigh and turned your eyes to Grace and Harrison. You watch Harrison cut into Grace’s wave and start teasing her while she yelled at him. They were having so much fun, it was annoying to be caught up in your own feelings instead of out there having fun with them.

You had no idea how long you’d been sitting there just watching when you heard footsteps behind you. You turned to find Tom, who must have just walked down the beach from work. He flashed you a smile, and then a pout when he noticed the look on your face.

“What’s wrong? Did you get hurt or something?” he hummed.

“No, I’m fine,” you stretched your legs out as he tossed his shirt and shoes off, “How was work?”

“Good, slow,” he glanced out at your friends, “You’re not gonna make me paddle out there alone are you?” he grabbed the pink board you liked and pushed it out towards you.

“No, I’ll go, just, um,” you took a deep breath, “Could you sit for a minute? I need to talk to you.”

His lips tugged to a small frown but he nodded and stuck the board back in the sand, “Of course, what’s on your mind?” he fell down into the sand beside you.

“Adrien asked me out,” you blurted it out because you didn’t know how to tell him.

You’d hoped he’d be excited, tell you right away that he hoped you said yes and he thought you’d be a great couple. It would be so much easier if he was excited.

His lips tugged upwards to a playful smirk, “Well I hope you let him down gentle Flower.”

Your cheeks tinted pink. He’d expected you to say no.

“Well actually I said yes,” you mumbled it out, like you’d done something wrong. Somehow it felt shameful, like something you needed to hide.

“Oh,” his little smirk dropped and he crossed his legs, “I didn’t realize you were into him.”

“I don’t really know if I am yet, that’s kind of the point of the date,” you tried to joke but Tom’s face contorted to a frown and his voice held an edge you weren’t used to hearing, “I don’t think you should be leading him on like that. If you’re not interested just tell him, all this is going to do is cause drama.”

“Why would it cause drama?” you frowned back at him, “It’s super casual, and he knows that. It’s just to see if there’s a spark or anything.”

“How could it not cause drama? He knows you and I have been hooking up, you think he’s just going to be cool with that?” he snapped at you.

You were taken back, you’d expected Tom to be shocked at most, not angry. He seemed totally pissed though, you hadn’t seen him that angry since the incident with Riley.

“He’s going to have to be cool with it Tom. If things got serious or anything I’d make it very clear with him that you and I are always going to be friends. Plus I doubt he would have asked me out if he wasn’t okay with it,” you pointed out, “I am perfectly capable of drawing those boundaries with any future partner I might have. You don’t need to worry about someone pushing you out of my life or getting jealous or something, I wouldn’t let that happen.”

You were being honest, you’d never let anyone push Tom out of your life, he meant too much. It was easy to promise that too when you couldn’t imagine being with anyone but him. Eventually you’d have to get over that, you’d have to move on, but he’d still always be an important part of your life.

“It’s not about that (y/n) I-” he cut himself off with a heavy sigh, shaking his head before he continued, “He’s not right for you.”

You knit your brows, “What do you mean? I thought you liked Adrien.”

“I do like Adrien,” he sighed again, “Adrien is a good guy, but you two barely know each other.”

“Again, that’s the point of the date.”

“Okay well I do know both of you, and I know you aren’t a good match.”

“What do you mean?” you asked again, you were starting to get annoyed now, “He’s sweet, and you know on paper we-”

“On paper doesn’t mean anything (y/n),” he sounded harsh and scolding, boardline parental, “You can make anyone seem good for anyone on paper.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m a child Tom, I’m capable of deciding who I do and don’t want to go out with,” you snapped back at him.

“That’s not what I’m trying to do,” he groaned and ran his hands through his hair, “Look if you want my opinion I think it’s a bad idea. I won’t lie to make you feel better.”

“I don’t want you to lie Tom, I appreciate that you’re being honest here,” you dipped your fingers into the warm sand and grabbed a fistful of it, “I just thought we should talk about it because, you know…” you trailed off, letting the sand stream out between your fingers while you searched for the right words, “We’ve got out thing and our terms were-”

“Oh for fucks sake (y/n) don’t talk about it like it’s some sort of contract,” he snapped bitterly at you. Your eyes widened in shock and you fell silent. He was so venomous and angry, you’d never heard him speak like that. He glanced over at you and took a deep breath before he spoke again, “Sorry, I’m sorry, that came out really mean. I just don’t think this is a good idea okay? I mean he’s my roommate, he knows about our whole deal. It’s gonna get weird and he’ll inevitably end up jealous.”

“It’s just a super casual thing right now, if things got more serious I’d make it clear with him that he’d have to be okay with us staying friends.”

“If it’s just a super casual thing then why are we even talking about it? I mean what we talked about was doing our thing until you found someone you actually want to be with. So I don’t see why this matters unless you actually want to be with him.”

“Well I just don’t know that right now, I might want to be with him or something in the future. I wanted to talk to you about it because I don’t want things to get weird,” you pursed your lips. Really you wanted to bring up cooling things off between you two, you just thought this was a good way to bring that up without admitting your feelings, “Why are you getting mad at me? I’m just trying to communicate.”

“I’m not getting mad at you,” he clarified, “I’m not mad. I just think this is a bad idea, and I don’t think you two are a good match. I don’t get why you want to have this conversation either. If you don’t want to be with him, why do we need to talk about this? Obviously you’re not looking for my opinion.”

“Because I think it’s probably best for us to cool things off while I’m figuring this shit out,” you bit back at him. His mood was starting to sour yours too, “I’m trying to have this conversation with you so things don’t get weird or tense. I am not asking for your permission or approval. If you have an actual reason for thinking it’s a bad idea then I’d love to hear it, but if your reasoning is just that you don’t think we’re a good match, then I can decide that for myself. Obviously I’m going to talk to you about this because what else am I going to do? Just not tell you?”

His whole face flushed, “No I-” he paused, “I-If that’s what you think is best then obviously…” he fell silent, you waited for him to speak again, “I’m sorry, I don’t want to come off controlling or something because that’s not it at all. Obviously if you don’t want to stop sleeping together for any reason that’s your call, I’m not gonna question you on that. I just think that you going out with my roommate is a bad idea. I think it’ll make things weird no matter how hard we try to avoid it.”

“If it feels weird then I won’t go out with him again, but I’m trying to talk this out now so we’re on the same page. I don’t want to fight with you.”

“Yeah, me either,” he nodded, “I’m sorry for being pissy. I guess you’ll just go on the date or whatever and see how you feel or something…”

“Yeah…” your eyes left him in favor of the beach, “I’m sorry too, I wasn’t trying to start a fight.”

“I know.”

Silence fell between you two, neither of you knew what else to say. You were hoping for a much more positive talk.

“We could hit the water if you want,” you suggested in an attempt to lighten the mood, “I was sort of waiting for you to head out there.”

“Actually I think I’m gonna head home,” Tom rubbed the back of his neck, “I, uh, I don’t really feel like surfing right now. Work was really long, I’d like to just get to bed.”

“Right totally,” you nodded and watched him stand up.

He pulled his shirt back on and gave you an awkward wave as he left. You sighed and pulled your legs back up to your chest. Your head felt heavy on your knees and your eyes started burning. You tried to convince yourself it was just the salty air but you knew better.

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ENHYPEN Mini Series

E N H Y P E N in an Apocalypse

part two

pairings: jake sim x reader

summary: you were enjoying your time during your vacant period watching your long time crush at the library when the outbreak happened.

short background: before the outbreak happened, the spread of the infection happened when one of the student went to the science laboratory and got bitten by an infected animal.

THIS SERIES ARE INSPIRED BY THE SERIES: ALL OF US ARE DEAD.

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It’s been hours and still the situation you’re in was the same. On top of the shelves is where you’re staying, trying to keep yourself from being bitten by these infected humans. Up until now, you’re still wondering what happened to them. This is very odd and a part of you still don’t want to believe that this is happening right now because these things only happens in books and movies. Atleast that’s what you thought...

“Hey, you alright?” Jake’s face came in your line of sight when he leaned closer to check on you. It’s been a while since you said a word and he noticed how you’re spacing out.

You pursed your lips and nodded your head at him, “I’m just wondering how did this happened.”

Jake’s eyes settled at yours before he sighed, “I think I have a clue where did it start.” he said and his eyes glanced at the infected students beneath the shelves before he looked back at you.

Your eyes grew a little out of surprised at what he just said. You untangled your arms from your knees and you held his arm, “You do? Where?” eager to know about what he know.

He swallows, “One of my classmates was missing yesterday after lunch and we thought she was just somewhere.” he started and you’re very attentive of what’s he’s going to say because you really think Jake have a clue where these are all came from.

“Our teacher was informed by her parents that she didn’t came home last night. She got worried especially when she didn’t go to school today as well.” he stopped talking and furrowed his brows.

“Or atleast we thought she didn’t come.”

You pursed your lips, unable to fully understand what he just said. You tilted your head over to the side, “What do you mean?”

Jake licked his lips and sighed before deciding to continue what he’s about to say, “While our homeroom teacher was about to start her lesson, she suddenly showed up in our class. Our classmate.” your brows furrowed worriedly when you saw the look on his face. He seemed really bothered... and scared.

“She walked inside with blood all over her.” Jake said and your eyes grew in terror. One of your hand flew over your mouth in surprised. You don’t even know what to say after what you just heard from him.

“We didn’t know exactly what happened to her but she said the science teacher locked her up.” he continued and your brows furrowed.

“Mr. Kang?” you sounded confused and surprised. Jake nodded his head at you and once again, you are out of words to say. You pursed your lips, trying to process what you just heard from him.

Yes, Mr. Kang might be weird sometimes but you didn’t take him to be someone who will do such a thing! The memory of those students talking at the cafeteria suddenly flashed back to your mind. They did talk about a girl bleeding so much in Jake’s class was taken to the hospital.

“So those were true...”

“What is?” Jake asked, curious.

You glanced at him, “Some students were talking about a girl in your class bleeding so much.”

Jake nodded, “She is bleeding so much and looked almost like them.” he stated and glanced over to the infected students.

“Just except with the white eyes.”

“Do you think she started the disease?” you asked. He pursed his lips and shrugged his shoulders off. He has no clue as well because honestly, he didn’t thought things will turn out like this. They just thought the science teacher locked Hana up inside the science lab. They didn’t expect a break-out of infection will happen because of her.

“If she does spread this and she’s in the hospital...” you can’t even finish your own sentence and your eyes started to water.

Jake noticed it and panicked right away, he leaned in, “Hana was taken in the hospital. I’m sure by now they already know about the situation. They’ll know they need to send help here right away.” he tried comforting you and you nodded your head.

Jake smiled a little and moved some strands of your hair away from your face, “For the mean time, I will keep you safe.”

Your heart raced at what he said. You clearly glad you ended up with Jake because you doubt if you’ll survive all alone in that situation a while ago. If it isn’t because of him, you might have been one of them now.

You nodded your head, eyes staring at Jake’s eyes. “Thank you for keeping me safe.”

He smirked and caress your face for a short time, “My pleasure.” he said and glanced away. Your eyes caught his cheeks turned red and you can’t help but to wonder if you just really saw Jake Sim blushing.

Even before you can say something about it, your heads turned towards the shelves near you when one student screamed. With worry with your eyes, you looked at their way and saw two familiar boys climbing up the shelf. One of them took a hold of the girl on top of it and even use her as a bait so the infected that was after them will bite her instead.

Jake stood up right away, ready to take action if ever they try to do something bad again. One of the guy was looking at your way having that crazy smile plastered over his face. Your heart pounded in fear as Jake slowly block your view of them and tried to hide you from their vision.

“You cause this!” one of them shouted and even jumped over the next shelf to get close to where you are.

“Stop doing this. You’re out of your mind.” Jake said. Despite the situation, he’s staying calm and composed and honestly, you find it very endearing.

Jake held your arm and glanced at you to check how you’re doing. When he saw how terrified you look, he can’t help but to feel a little angry at them since he managed to already calm you down. Now, they made you scared once again and it’s pissing him off.

“Move to the other shelf for me baby.” he whispered over at you and you looked at him with worried eyes.

He flashed a small smile and quickly helped you to move shelves. He held your waist and assisted you before glancing at where the two boys were. They’re much closer now and your eyes grew as you watch them pushing those students that were in the shelves that they jumped on to get closer to you.

“I’ll give you a chance to stop this and just stay there.” Jake said in a very serious tone.

The guy that pushed you a while ago laughed hysterically and honestly scared you even more. He tilted his head and moved the side of his uniform only for you to see a bite mark over it.

“What’s the use? I’ve been bitten! I can feel it! I’ll slowly turn like them!” he said. Jake clenched his jaw and watch them carefully. They’re just two shelves away. He glanced at the girl that were on the shelves before them, she looks like she’s very scared after she saw what those two did to the students at the other shelves.

Jake extended his arm over her to help her move shelves while still watching at the two guys that are slowly making their way at his direction. After helping the girl, he stood up and ready himself to whatever is going to happen. You pursed your lips, scared and worried for Jake.

You saw another guy approached and he stood beside Jake. Seems like he’s a nice one since Jake nodded at him.

“You two need to stop! You don’t have to do this.” the guy tried to console and talk to them. As expected they didn’t listen, one of them even started to move weirdly and you clearly know why. He’s bitten and the virus must’ve been getting into his system now.

“Oh shit, they’re bitten.” he mumbles. Jake took a strong grip over the wood he’s holding while keeping his eyes over at the two boys, preparing himself if ever they tried to attack.

When the one went to attack Jake, he shield himself using the wood he was holding. He grunted because he’s way stronger than before. He can also see veins starting to appear to his neck, showing signs that he’s slowly turning. The other boy, started to attack the guy who helped him a while ago and he fight with him while Jake takes care of this one.

“My friend turned because of you! Those thing bit him!”

Jake groaned and pushed him off. “If you didn’t hurt y/n, we wouldn’t had a problem!”

The guy advanced again, attacking Jake. Jake managed to dodge him but he came rushing towards him once again. Jake laid his back as he tried to stop him again using the wood that he was holding. He pursed his lips, using all his force to keep the guy from biting him. He used his legs and pushed the guy down the shelf. Unfortunately, he used too much force causing him to fell off the shelf as well. He landed on top of the guy so it didn’t hurt that much.

Jake grunted in pain and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the guy’s eyes was white already. He already turned like them.

On the other hand, you screamed when you saw Jake fell. You stood up and quickly went to the other side of the shelf to look at Jake and saw him fighting with the guy he fell with. Your eyes grew when you saw that they’re slowly catching attention and so you quickly went to the other shelves, away from Jake to lure them out. It was somehow effective as some of them came your way.

Jake hit him with all his strength causing him to collapse on the ground. He took that opportunity to go try climbing over the shelf again. When he was already half way, he felt someone holding his feet and when he looked down, he saw the guy and he was trying to pull him down. Thankfully, his trousers are thick enough to keep him from getting scratched. He kicked the guy continuously and he groaned starting to feel tired.

After luring some of them over your side, you went to go help Jake. You tried getting some books from the shelves and hit the guy that was trying to reach over Jake.

You two were both catching your breaths when he managed to get at the top of the shelf once again. You pursed your lips, eyes slowly turning teary before you threw yourself at him to give him a hug. You got really scared.

“I thought I’d lose you!” you said, crying.

Jake was still heaving sighs but he raised his arm over you to caress your back, trying to calm you down. He placed a soft kiss at the side of your head, “I’m safe. Don’t worry, I’m not leaving you.” he said and you just kept on hugging him.

The other guy managed to push the other down the shelf as well and he gave Jake a nod before he went back to his girl. Jake closed his eyes and enjoyed your warmth, he got scared at there too thinking he’ll be bitten while he was down the shelves. All he can think of is that you’re up the shelves and you’ll be all alone if he’s bitten. Just by the thought of it made Jake’s heart crack right away. He wouldn’t want that.

He’s really thankful that this outbreak happened while you’re both inside the library because atleast now, you’re here with him. He’ll make sure you’ll be alright until help comes.

“I wonder where my friend is right now...” you uttered as you rest your head over Jake’s chest. Jake glanced at you before he caged you inside his embrace, making sure you feel secure.

“I’m sure she’s fine.”

You pouted and glanced at him, “Aren’t you worried of your friends?”

Now that you asked him, Jake suddenly thought of his friends and he’s sure they’ll be at the classroom right now. His friends are all athletic so he don’t really worry that much of them. They’ll be better at the classroom than be stucked on top of the shelves.

“I’m sure they’re alright. They’re probably looking after each other right now.” he was sure of it.

You nodded your head and went back on resting over his chest.

“Jake, are you sure about this?” you looked so worried as you watch him renewing his shoelaces.

He glanced at you for a while before flashing a smile at you. “We’ll be quick and we’ll make sure to be back soon.” he said and you just kept on watching his moves, unable to say anything more.

He and the other guy from a while ago decided that they will try to go see how’s the state of the school outside the library. Also to check if there’s any chance that you could guys move out since the library is slowly getting packed. A while ago, a shelf fell because a group of the infected was pushing over it too much. They’re afraid that they will knock down the shelves soon. You guys need to figure things out.

“If you saw that it’s dangerous. Don’t go further, okay? Go back right away.” you tried to remind him.

Jake smiled widely at you before he nodded his head, “Roger that, Ma’am. Wait for me, alright?” he said, saluting a little. You pouted at what he just said.

“As if I can go somewhere..”

He chuckled and even pinched your nose once, “I’ll be back even before you know it.” he said and stood up when he noticed that (random name) was ready.

They both headed over to the other side where a window was just above the aircondition. People can fit in there and so they thought they can squeeze themselves in to go check outside. Your eyes moved over to the person who just moved beside you. She’s the girlfriend of (random name), the guy who just went with Jake.

The moment Jake slid through outside, you can’t help but to worry so bad.

“You think they’ll be alright?” like you, the girl beside you sounded so worried as she ask the question. Of course, it’s not a surprise anymore because honestly, it’s really nerve wrecking. The library itself was very dangerous, what more if they go outside. You have no idea what’s waiting for them outside this place.

You turned at her and instead of showing what you really feel, you flashed her an assuring smile. “Yes, they'll be alright. Okay?”

You know to yourself that you are worried about a lot of things but you know that making her even more nervous won’t help the two of you. It’s just right that you two comforts one another while waiting for Jake and (random name) to come back.

Jake huffed the moment both of them went out from the library’s window. He roamed his eyes around trying to find something that they can put by the wall to serve as their stair to climb back up later.

“Here, help me push this.” he tried not to be so loud in order not to capture attention from biters that are probably lurking around them.

They managed to place this trash bin that are enough to handle their weights by the wall just to ready it incase they needed to go back right away.

The two of them then walked over towards the field staying low as possible. Jake gulped at the sight of many students scattered around their school field. Based on how they’re behaving and the bloods over their clothes, seems like they’re all infected. His heart dropped, feeling worried on how you guys can manage to go out of the school. For sure you’ll get their attention and it won’t be a good idea.

“Man they’re all gathered up.” (random name) commented just beside Jake. Like him, he seemed to be really worried at the number of students that were scattered over it.

“Going out of the schoolgate is not an option then.” Jake said and soon tried to stand up, checking if the coast is clear for him to look over places. When they saw it’s safe, Jake started to look over the left, which is the way towards the main entrance to their building. He clenched his jaw as his brows furrowed as he saw a lot of students by the entrance as well.

He went back on his previous position with a disappointed look at his face. When (random name) retreats, he saw the same reaction plastered over his face before he shook his head slowly at his direction. Seems like the way he checked has no chance as well.

“We should just go back. It’s not safe to stay here for too long.” Jake suggested but he saw that (random name) is not agreeing to him.

“We need to look for more route. We can’t stay there for long. Soon, those infected students inside the library will knock the shelves over.” he said. Jake sighed, he can clearly see how he’s panicking already. He understands him because he’s scared as well. He’s worried, scared and slowly starting to question if the government will send help any time soon.

Jake's guess is if the situation here is at this state, he assumes that it probably spreaded over the whole town. If Hana was really the one carrying the virus around, there’s a big chance that she had spread it through the hospital where she’d been taken. A virus like this is really hard to predict and so the doctor's are probably having a hard time figuring things out.

He was snapped back to reality when he saw (random name) climbing over something. Jake panicked and quickly went close to stop and help him get down. It’s very risky for him to do that since he might fell down or make a noise that will gather the biter’s attention. He held over one of his leg, catching his attention.

“What do you think are you doing?” he tried to lower his voice as much as possible but he also make sure that he can sense the panic over his tone.

(random name) glanced at him, “I’ll be just quick. You can look out for me for a while. If I don’t come back after 2 minutes, leave.” he said.

Jake tried to stop him from what he’s planning but he was too late, he lifted the leg that he was holding to leave and climb over the platform that will lead at a way up to the second floor of the building. He gulped, heart racing because of nervousness. He roamed his eyes around to check his surroundings if he caught attention while he was stopping (random name) from going up but thankfully, he didn’t. He’s still good.

After 2 minutes, he was still not back yet. Jake stood up and clenched his jaw before glancing over the window of the library that they came out to moments ago. He did said to leave but Jake’s just not the type of person who will just leave people behind.

“Fuck it.” he cursed lowly before climbing to where he just climbed over and decided to go and check for him.

He was about to walk further in when he saw (random name) running towards his direction, blood all over his body. He can see terror over his face as a bunch of biters were following him.

“Run! Run now!” he shouted at Jake when he saw him standing.

“Oh shit!” Jake cursed and started running back to where he came from. He can hear (random name) grunts but he still run fast to avoid being a hindrance towards him.

He easily climbed over and looked back to (random name) to encourage him to run faster. He noticed that the infected are a bit far from them so they have a chance to escape. But he’s surprised when (random name) stopped and quickly handed him something.

Jake looked at him with confused eyes, “I c-can’t go back...” he said and just then Jake realized that he was bitten when he saw a bite mark by his arm.

Jake blinked twice, tears started to form his eyes, “N-No...”

He smirked at him, tears were streaming down his eyes as he hand him his necklace, “Please make it back to the library and give this to (gf’s name). Tell her I love her so much and that I died fighting.” he said and Jake’s heart hurt just by hearing those words from him. A lot of thoughts already started clouding his mind.

“Jake! Go, now! I’ll hold them off!” he said and even nudged him.

He was still spacing out but the thought of your worried face suddenly flashed back through his mind. He gulped and wiped off that single tear that escaped his eyes. He jumped off and started to run back to the window. Before he climbed up, he glanced back to (random name) and the scene broked him. He was being bitten over and over again as he try holding them off by himself. When he noticed him glancing, he smiled and mouthed ‘Go’.

Jake shut his eyes tightly before he jumped up and make sure to kick the trash bin away from the window to keep some of the biters from following him inside. When he managed to get inside, he gasped and laid down.

“Jake!” he heard your voice so he quickly stood up and looked at your direction. He saw that you looked relieved at the sight of him but when he glanced at (gf’s name), her eyes were still plastered at the open window, waiting for his boyfriend.

“W-Wait, where’s (random name)?” she asked.

Jake gulped and slowly raised his hand that was holding the necklace he handed him. It still got blood because he was bitten and already got blood at his hands when he hand that to Jake.

She felt like her knees weaken and she sat back down, started to cry. You felt bad for her and started to get teary as well as you try to console her, comforting her that you’ll be just there for her.

“Are you cold?” you glanced over to Jake when he asked you that question. It’s been hours ever since he came back from going outside and you can really tell that it’s already dark. Still, no progress. No sign of help from somewhere.

It’s just you, Jake and (girl’s name). Speaking of, you turned your head at her direction and saw her at the same position. She still have her head hanging low while staring at his boyfriend’s necklace. She’s been like that ever since Jake handed that to her. Your heart breaks at the sight of her but you thought she needed some space by herself.

You were snapped back to reality when a coat was gently placed over your shoulder. It was Jake’s, the one he wrapped around your waist while you’re about to climb the shelf. You blushed a little and muttered a quick thank you that he just returned with a smile. He sat properly, near to you.

Now, the library calmed down a little, probably because it’s dark already making it a little harder for the infected to see through the dark. You’re a bit more comfortable and less afraid since the shelves stopped shaking too. Yes, you’re still really scared and worried but atleast you aren’t alone.

Just by thinking about this whole day makes you think like how a day can be this long. Today seems to be a whole year after the things that happened. You witnessed a lot of scenes that never in your life you imagined seeing. Even the way Jake was taking care of you was sureal! Up until now, even if he’s sat so close beside you holding your hand and caressing it using his thumb, you still can’t believe it’s true.

“Do you think she’ll be okay?” you suddenly asked while looking at (girl’s name). You’re seriously worried for her and tried to comfort her a while ago but she just smiled hopelessly. It broke you. To see her losing her smile together as she lose her boyfriend. You cannot blame her, he probably made her feel so safe and after knowing he died, she lost it.

Jake’s eyes moved from looking at you towards her. He pursed his lips and you saw how his eyes flashed sadness all over it. You sighed and slowly leaned your head over his shoulder, you caught him off-guard as you felt him stiffened. You blushed and thought you invaded his personal space so you were about to lift you head back up when he gently lean his head over yours.

“It’s not your fault.” you told him.

You may not able to see his expression but at the way his hand gripped over yours, you knew he needed to hear that. You two spent the next hours sat next to each other. You’re starting to feel hungry but didn’t even think of complaining. You knew you won’t have any choice. You have to endure this because you’re sure Jake’s probably starving as well. It’s already past dinner time and the last time you ate was lunch time.

“(girl’s name)?” you didn’t realized you had fallen asleep out of tiredness and hunger. When you opened your eyes a little, you saw (girl’s name)’s figure just a shelf away from where you were.

She was standing up while looking down the shelves. Your eyes grew big and you jolted up when you saw her jumped off the shelf.

“Oh my god, (girl’s name)!” you screamed that caught Jake’s attention who’s by the other shelves, trying to check if the surroundings are safe for the three of you.

He quickly went to you, “Why? What happened?” he asked very worried.

“S-She jumped off.” you said couldn’t fully process it.

The dark library made it even harder for Jake to skip over to shelves. With careful steps, he hoped and checked where she jumped. The first thing Jake saw was a bunch of biters crowding her. It was impossible for her to survive and so Jake can’t help but to curse lowly. He was still looking down as his hold over the shelf, tightened. He have mixed emotions and the disappointment was the one overpowering the others.

He sighed and tried hard to collect his thoughts and snapped back to reality. He glanced at your direction and as expected, you’re eyes are hopeful despite the big possibility that she wouldn’t make it. He slowly shook his head and your heart fell because of it. Jake quickly went back beside you to embrace you into a warm hug, comforting you.

Right now, it’s only just you and Jake. He’s the only one you can rely on and honestly, your fear is eating you all up making you really anxious about the situation. You’re really afraid that something might happen to Jake. You don’t know what you would do or what you will feel if that happens.

Your embrace to Jake tightens as you sniffed, heart breaking at the thought. Jake’s heart cracks too at the sound of your soft whimpers. He wanted to do something but he’s not quite sure how to fully comfort you. Instead, he decided to shush you lightly and cage you with his warm hugs.

You can’t remember how you managed to sleep that night, maybe because the way Jake embraced you made you feel assured. When you wake up, it was already bright all over the library. You can now see the biters clearly and it was not a wonderful view. Jake and you were trying to figure something out because you both are starting to feel hungry and the need to use a bathroom.

“Are you going to pee or...?” Jake awkwardly asked and you quickly blushed understanding his question.

“Just pee!” you said. He was clearly blushing as well as you can see his ears turns red.

He sighed out puffing his cheeks for a second, looking cute. “Okay, how about you pee right there as I turned around and promise not to look?” he asked and even pointed the last shelves by the far corner.

You frowned, “What? Do you expect me to pee at the shelves?” you asked, not believing what he just suggested.

He pursed his lips acting like there’s nothing wrong with what he heard and he even shrugged his shoulders off, “Yeah. You don’t have much of a choice.” he said and he was right. It was you who had been complaining about the need to use a bathroom.

You let out a sigh before you slowly made your way towards the said shelf. You reminded him not to peak and he promised you that he won’t. You trust Jake and besides, he isn’t the type that will do that.

After you both did your businesses, you were back at the shelves you’ve been staying. You grunted when you felt your stomachs growling, you are hungry.

“I’m hungry.” you said that out loud and of course, it caught Jake’s attention.

He already figured you’ll be starving and so he was already plotting something inside his mind. He remembered that the cafeteria is not far from here and if he could just— “Don’t even think about it.”

Jake was snapped back to reality when he heard you say those words. He blinked twice with an amused gazed at your way, “I can see through your thoughts, Jake Sim. No more leaving this place until help comes.” your tone sounded so final and firm. Jake finds it cute, really cute.

“But you said you’re hungry.” he said trying to argue it out.

You looked at him with a serious expression, “So? I’d rather die out of starvation than have you risk your life for food.”

“Or I can—” you stopped his words by reaching out over his hands. You stared at them, avoiding his eyes because you’re starting to blush so hard.

“Please, Jake. I can’t lose you too.” you uttered lowly enough for him to hear.

Jake’s heart skipped a beat before he gently scooted closer to give you a hug. You let him and just let yourself sink between his arms over his chest. “You won’t.” he said assuring you.

You are both enjoying the warmth of each other when you suddenly heard something. Your brows furrowed as you slowly pulled off the hug, Jake looked at you with curious eyes.

“What is it?” he asked curiously.

You pursed your lips, “Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“Shush! Listen.” you exclaimed and Jake was left with no choice but to shut his mouth and listen carefully to whatever it is that you’re referring.

His brows furrowed at the sound of multiple footsteps coming from somewhere. It was a sound like as if some people are running over the hallways. The sound became more and more evident and soon Jake couldn’t believe what he’s seeing.

Right at the entrance of the library was, “Jungwon?” he uttered softly under his breath as he saw his friend. He seemed to blanked out at the sight of many biters inside the library.

“Why did he stop?! Ask him to get up the shelves!” you said and Jake quickly stood up to shout at his friend.

“Jungwon! Up the shelves!” jungwon’s eyes darted at Jake’s direction and he quickly went towards a big shelf to climb over it.

Jake jumped and crossed shelves to go and help his friend. He was right on time to save and keep him away from the zombies. Both of them sighed and tried catching their breaths. Jake tapped his friend’s shoulder, couldn’t really put into words how happy he is to know that he’s alright.

“I can’t believe you’re here.”

Jungwon smirked, “Me too, hyung.” the younger one said and quickly hang the baseball bat over his back before he fished the phone from his pocket.

Jake’s eyes sparkled at the sight of the gadget over his hand. Just by looking at his friend and the phone he was holding, he already patched things up and he just can’t believe it. Did Jungwon really went to the faculty to get a phone?

“Oh shit a phone.”

Jungwon fidgets over the phone as he tries to still catch his breath. “Are you alone, hyung?” he asked as he dialled the emergency number.

“No.” Jake answered and both of them turned their heads over to your direction. Jungwon furrowed his brows as he tries to make sure that what he’s seeing is right.

“Is that...?” he trailed and Jake knew what he was about to say right away. He blushed and quickly shut his friend up.

He cleared his throat, “Just make the call, dude.” he said obviously flustered. Jungwon nodded his head but a smirk was present over his lips as he press the call button.

Jake watch Jungwon’s reaction as he put the phone over his ears. When he saw how his brows furrowed hardly, he knew he didn’t get the response he wanted.

“Fuck! Is this normal? Emergency lines being unavailable?” he asked, frustration luring over his tone. Jake shook his head as his face turned serious.

“No. There’s seriously something going on.” he said because it’s true. It’s impossible for emergency lines to be unavailable at this time. Seems like the whole city must have been dealing with the same problem they have right now. Just by thinking of it, Jake’s starting to worry even more.

Jake sighed and looked at the younger one. He seemed to be really worried as well. Of course, Jungwon’s worried for sure. He often put other people first before him. Speaking of...

He stood up and looked over your way. He then reached out his hand signalling you to come over to them. You obliged and hopped the shelves accepting his hand. Jungwon was just silently watching the two of you as you both walked closer to him.

“Are you with the others?” Jake asked after he made sure you’re settled in.

Jungwon nodded his head, “They’re at the audio-visual room right now. Ni-ki and I went to the faculty to try get some phones. It’s pretty packed there.” Jungwon said and you now realize how their group of friends are just brave enough to do these stuff.

“Where’s Ni-ki then?” Jake asked. You felt one of his hand rested at the small of your back, caressing it.

“I’m sure he’s safe. He went through the window where we entered the faculty as I ran outside the hallway over here.” he explained.

Jake nodded, “How is everyone?”

“They’re good. Heeseung hyung is not with us tho.”

“Why? Where is hyung?”

“He went in a different direction since he will go get (hs’s y/n).”

Jake nodded his head. His girlfriend might have a practice that’s why they’re not together when the outbreak happened.

“How about our section? Did someone survived?” you couldn’t help yourself anymore to ask about your friends. You are slightly hoping that they’re okay.

Jungwon pursed his lips, “I’m not sure. We didn’t walked by your classroom.” he said and it made you sad even if you already expected it.

The three of you soon grew silent after that, minds blanked from thoughts as a sea of biters roam beneath you. After an hour, all you can hear inside the library was the sound of those infected was making and some books falling from time to time. Jungwon let out a groan while looking at the phone he was holding, a displeased expression reflects his face.

“Why?” Jake asked the younger one while he was busy making a spear from the broken mop that he found just near the shelves. You are right beside him, trying to help.

“Low battery.”

The infected did calmed down minutes after Jungwon arrived. Seems like they also calm down whenever they don’t see someone uninfected but bet they can smell them because some of them still try to crowd the shelves where they’re currently on.

Jake was still busy finishing his spear when he heard Jungwon talked, “Can you feel that, hyung?” he asked, brows furrowed.

“Feel what?” Jake asked, readying his now finished spear.

“The shelves are shaking.” he stated and even tried to look down. As expected, he saw a bunch of infected students crowding their shelves.

Jake grunted and stabbed one of them to push it off the shelves since it managed to climb almost half of it. He slowly eyed Jungwon who’s already looking at his direction, “We need to move.”

Jake agreed right away and nodded his head, “Okay.”

You looked surprised at what they just said. You stared at them with worried and hesitant eyes before you gently tugged Jake’s uniform.

“Shouldn’t we just wait for help?” you asked him trying to stop them from moving out of the library.

Your eyes shifted from Jake over to Jungwon who’s already tearing a part of his uniform to wrap it around his fist.

“If we wait for help, these shelves would be long knocked down even before they can arrive here.” he said and even fixed the magazines wrapped over his arm. You gulped and pursed your lips.

You know it too. You might be hopeful that help will arrive yesterday but right now, you already know that it’s not going to happe. That nobody will come and save you any time soon. It’s just...

“I’m scared.” you mumbled so lowly that slipped off from Jungwon but not to Jake. You felt Jake’s hand slowly slid over to your hands and held them tightly.

Your eyes looked at your hands and over to Jake who’s already smiling warmly at you. His face seemed peaceful despite the situation you’re currently dealing with. Despite the uniform filled with bloods, some scratches over his handsome faces and blood stains at his skin, he seems relaxed. Jake’s just like any of you guys. He’s scared and worried but he won’t let that overcome him, especially if he wants to protect you.

“Don’t be. I’ll be here for you.” he said and you smiled a little as well before nodding your head at him letting him know that you are with him.

Jake slowly pulled you closer and drop a kiss at your forehead. He then started telling both of you his plan. Jungwon and you listened carefully and he even tried to suggest some things between Jake’s plan to make sure you guys minimize the risks you’ll be taking. Right now, the whole library are packed with students that are infected. Base on Jungwon, the hallways before the library was completely clear. All they have to do is to press the button at the door of the library for it to close. It won’t hold the infected completely but will surely buy them some time.

Jungwon stood up and jumped over to the next shelf. “Careful, Jungwon.” Jake reminded the younger one and Jungwon just nodded before extending his hand at you.

You accepted it as you felt Jake’s hand assisting you by holding your waist as you move to the other shelf. When you managed to move, Jungwon moved to the next one before Jake follows. You need to be careful and not put too much weight on the shelves since they’re slowly losing it balance due to the number of biters crowding it. You guys repeated that process up until you arrived at the last shelf closest to the door. Jungwon kneeled as he observed the surroundings.

“There’s like four of them. We can go down using this shelf.” Jungwon said and pointed over to the one knocked down. It will serve as your stair to safely land your feet at the ground without injuring yourselves.

“Be as quick as possible.” he reminded before he took action himself.

Jungwon smoothly went down and managed to hit the four infected before he run towards the entrance of the library. When he managed to get outside, he glanced at your direction who just went down the shelf, Jake following behind you. He signalled both of you to hurry up and as you made it out, he quickly press the button that shut the door close even before the biters can make it over at you.

Jungwon noticed that the door won’t hold it for long and so you guys quickly left the scene in order to go to a safer place. Like how he said, the hallways are surprisingly empty as they all gathered at the corner part. You knew it was a close call since if you guys stayed here for long, there’s a big chance that they will end up see you too. Jungwon made the bold decision to climb over the main stairs.

It was risky and honestly made you very worried. You don’t know what’s waiting for you up there but you just put your trust in him. He has been in these hallways and for sure, he knows what he’s doing.

The position was, Jungwon’s the first one to go, leading you guys. You’re at the middle and Jake’s the one at the back, making sure none of those infected students will attack you from there.

“Where are we going exactly?” Jake asked his friend.

“At the music room. I’m sure it will be vacant.” he said and both of them just agreed to Jungwon.

You guys smoothly went over the first and second floor but when you arrived at the third floor, a bunch of them was at the near classroom by the stairs and so they quickly went over you guys the moment they saw you. Jungwon was fast enough to hold them back as Jake tried fighting some that was heading your way.

You are surprised and scared while watching the two of them fought those biters. As Jungwon managed to push them down the stairs, he told the two of you to go hurry upstairs. You didn’t have to be told twice as you run as fast as you can.

When you arrived at that floor, there are some of them too but it was fewer. You screamed when one came rushing towards you but Jake stabbed them and pushed them off. He glanced at your direction and asked if you’re okay. You answered yes and soon Jungwon followed behind.

You three hurried over to the music room and as they both fight the infected that were still going after you, you did them a favor and opened the door for the two of them.

The events were like blur for you as you slowly sat down by the floor, catching your breath. You have no idea how you guys managed to survive all of those infected people. It was like a nightmare. You thought, seeing them lurking around the library eating some of your schoolmates were terrifying but after being chased by them, you’re certain that it was scarier.

You were resting when you heard something from outside the window. To your surprise, it was a drone. Turns out their classmates were looking for Jungwon using it. Silently, you got surprised from that. Maybe their bond is really that strong for them to put so much trust on Jungwon.

“What should I do?” you asked curiously when you heard that their classmates are planning to go here after finding out that you guys were here.

Yes, they’ll be going here. It may sound very risky but up to this point, you couldn’t say anything anymore. You can’t even be more surprised. Right now, taking risks are just normal thing.

“Hey,” your eyes looked over Jake when he approached you. He kneeled down so he can see your face.

His uniform have more blood stains than before, probably from all those fighting on your way here. His hair were messy too. You smiled a little and extend your hand towards him to glide your fingers through his hair, fixing it. Jake pursed his lips, feeling the affection too much for him to handle.

“A-Are you okay? Any bruise?” he asked, checking you.

Your lips unconsciously turns into a pout as you check yourself for any bruise. Thankfully, they’re just small cuts from all the bumping from a while ago. None of them looked serious. After he made sure you feel okay, he settled down beside you.

“Thank you for looking after me.” you suddenly blurted out.

It was random but you wanted to tell him that a while ago. You’re honestly very thankful of him. Right from when the outbreak started up until now, he didn’t let anything bad happen to you. When in fact, he doesn’t even have to do it. He’s not really required to keep you safe but still, he did. You are really grateful of him.

Jake turned to face you as you say those words to him. You looked at him as well, staring to his warm expressive eyes. It was somehow communicating, like saying something to you. He sighed and reached out for your hand. He caress it softly using his thumb before he smiled.

“My pleasure. I will always keep you safe.” he said.

Your heart raced as something warmth creeped over it. You can’t explain what exactly that is that you felt. Happiness? Assurance? Safety? Probably all of them at once. Only him can make you feel so much emotions.

You two were drawned with each other and was busy staring at the eyes of one another when suddenly, Jungwon heard a commotion from somewhere. He figures it’s their classmates and so he slowly opened the door to the music room to look over the door.

Jake looked over his shoulder to look at his friend, “Is it them?” he asked, hopeful. Jungwon turned at your direction and nodded before storming out to go and help.

Jake gave your hand a little squeeze, “Wait here.” he said and swiftly leaned in to give you a soft kiss by the cheeks before following Jungwon outside.

It surprised you but you were quick to pull yourself together. You stood up and went over by the door. When you looked over it, you saw some of their classmates fighting the infected that were attacking them.

You saw Jungwon carrying a girl over his back towards the room so you made way for them. He gently placed her on a chair as a girl sat beside them two. She said something to Jungwon before he rushed to go back and help the others.

Even before you know it, a bunch of students entered the room where you’re in. They’re pretty familiar since they’re probably your schoolmates. You sat down at one of the chairs as you watch how they catch their breath while one of them secured the door.

“Where are the others?” one of them asked the moment they finally managed to calm their breaths.

Jake slowly made his way close to you. You saw how Jungwon lowered his head, “I’m sorry. Mrs. Kim got into a different direction together with Sunoo hyung and the others.” he said tone sounding so low.

Everyone was silent after knowing that some of their classmates were in different places and after they lost another one of them. They assured Jungwon that Jay and the other’s are probably in a safe place and that they’ll aim to go to the rooftop as well because that’s their initial plan.

Jake sat down beside you and even opened his arms for you to lean in. With pursed lips you lean over him and watch how his bestfriend, Sunghoon, pulls another girl over to the chair just beside you.

“Did you get any bruise?” you heard Sunghoon asked her in a very concerned voice.

The girl pouted at him, “I told you I’m fine. How about you? Come here.” she said and even cupped Sunghoon’s face to pull him closer. She checked him very strictly and you saw how Sunghoon’s smile grew.

“I’m totally fine. You’re the one I’m worried about.” he muttered and stared at her face.

You blushed just by watching them so you teared your gaze away when you felt Jake’s gently caressing you. “You’re surely tired. Go get some nap before we go to the rooftop.” he whispered.

You glanced at his eyes before nodding your head and deciding to follow his instructions. Even before you drift to the dreamland, you felt a soft kiss dropped over your head.

“I’ll be just here.”

“Be sure to stay as close to me as possible, alright?” Jake asked you as you ready yourself for your plan to escape the music room then head towards the rooftop.

It was all prepared. You guys gathered almost everything you can use to divide the room into two parts. One part was for the infected and the other part for you guys to stay for a while as you wait to clear the path.

You nodded your head at him and he nodded with a comforting smile. It’s scaring you, of course. You’ll be outside of a room once again and you know if there’s any place that is not safe, it would be out on those hallways.

“Now!” you felt Jake’s hold over you tightens as you go outside.

Surprisingly there were less of them and even if you struggled to go your way towards the rooftop, it was a lot easier since you’ve gathered a lot of them inside the music room.

“Go first, baby.” Jake instructed and even held the rooftop’s door for you.

Even if you’re confused and worried you followed as he say. You watch him help some more of them to get inside as a lot of zombies were running after them.

You are trying to catch your breath when suddenly, (jw’s y/n) were starting to argue with another girl. You did saw her stumbling down a while ago and the girl with Sunghoon went to help her. You don’t know what happened next since Jake already pulled you and put you to safety.

You gasped lightly when you saw how the girl pushed (jw’s y/n). She was about to push her again but Jungwon arrived just in time to shields her. “What’s happening here?” he asked in a serious tone.

Jake stood in front of you as he held over your hand.

“She was blaming me about what happened to (sh’s y/n)!” the girl said.

Just in time, Sunghoon arrived as well.

“What happened to (sh’s y/n)? Where is she?” he asked and face automatically reflected worry when he noticed her absence.

Your heart ache for her when you heard that two of their classmates planned to left her out of there. It was very awful of them to do. You can’t even explain the anger over Sunghoon’s face.

Jake lets go of your hand when he came rushing towards his friend to stop him from punching their classmates face. He was raging mad and honestly, you can’t blame him. You’re in the middle of a zombie apocalypse and they still left her. They were heartless.

Sunghoon left the rooftop through the fire exit they used a while ago. His friends tried to stop him but he didn’t let them.

You’re all silent when he left and just waited for help to come. You’re sitting at one corner and Jake was beside you.

You can see that he’s very worried of his friend. After a sigh you reached over his hand and stared at it while you fidget over his pretty fingers.

“You know when you helped me with my tray yesterday, I almost thought it was a dream.” you started.

Not even once have you thought that you’ll be able to tell Sim Jaeyun what you really feel. You’re always so shy to even approach him but you figured there’s no point of hiding it. After all the things that happened, being shy to confess should be the least of your concern.

“Why?” Jake asked heart thumbling. He licked his lower lip and as he saw how your cheeks turned red, he bit his lower lip sucking them a bit.

“Because I like you for a year now.”

Jake was silent. He was lost of words to say and it seems like his brain just stopped from functioning. He was just mindlessly staring at you. On the other hand, you almost felt something inside you had been lifted after that confession. You looked at him and when you saw his expression, you couldn’t really tell what’s up.

“No... you’re kidding.” finally, he talked.

His words made you furrow your brows.

“I’m serious!”

A smirk plays through his pretty lips and you can’t help but to glance at it as it kept on catching your attention. They’re just really pretty. You pursed your lips and was about to say something again when you’re met with Jake kissing you on the lips.

Your eyes grew for a while and when he pulls away, he giggled at your cute surprised expression. He pinched your cheeks and leaned again to give you a kiss at the cheeks.

“I’ve liked you for a while too. How come none of us made a move?” he asked couldn’t believe it at all.

Your mouth was gapped a little at the sudden revelation. Was it true? There’s no way Jake Sim just admits his feelings for you.

“You’re kidding.” now, you’re the one who’s in doubt.

He giggled before leaning in, “No baby. I really like you.”

You smiled, blushing hard. You stared at his loving eyes before leaning slowly to give him a light kiss. He cupped your face and tried to deepen the kiss but it was interrupted when you heard a faint sound of a helicopter not far from you.

“Finally!” one of their classmates chanted.

You two stood up and looked at the helicopter that was approaching with big smiles over your lips. Jake glanced at you before saying, “We’re saved, baby.”

“Thank you for taking care of me.” you said sincerely.

Jake smiled and pulled you closer kissing you on your forehead, “Anything for my girl.”

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The Goddess tied our fate (1/2)

Chapter 1 : One Merciful Night.

Author Note : Patient! Arthur needs more fics and i’m here bringing my smut series of him

Summary : Having an internship in this asylum was always giving you new experience. Your duty was simple, to take care of the patients, helping the nurse and doctors, sometimes taking notes for them. This particular patient named Arthur Harrow however, intrigued you. He was strange, bizzare, yet alluring.

Rating : 18+ (Adults Only !)

Pairing : Arthur Harrow x F! Reader

Characters : Arthur Harrow, You (reader)

Warning : Slightly dubcon

Tags : Body possession, a hint of Ammit wanting the reader in THAT way, the reader is early 20s, Porn with semi-plot, Older man x Younger woman, age differences, height differences, power play, emotional manipulation, oral (male receiving), hair pulling, half-naked, using threats, porn with semi plot

Words : 2397

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"Oh please, let me help you with that" It was the second time today he spilled his own decaf coffee. And right before he spilled it, "sand" murmured from his mouth. And he was always half conscious.

You cleaned the table, tidied it up again. He was still in sedative effect, making you wonder why they put him in such a state everyday. Almost, at the very least. There wasn't much on his table. Scribbled paper, markers, a rubber duck in doctor outfits, and coffee that he spilled. The rubber duck however, it was one of the most interesting out of those things.

"Once I had a dream, where I became a doctor and my patient was Khonshu's avatars. All of them are troubled and I was there to help." He told you his dream a week ago. He stated that the dream continued for the whole week, every night without fail.

You glanced at him, now already sleeping. There was a scales tattoo on his right arm, two crocodile heads holding the plate of the scales. You thought that he probably really liked Egyptian Enneads, as those gods were what he often told you about. Their story, how the Moon God abused him, how the Judgment Goddess saved him, and many more. You didn't exactly believe his story, yet there was a possibility. You saw the news 2 months ago, a pair of giant Gods fighting and two superheroes fighting bad guys on the screen. Strangely enough, you didn't see who they were fighting clearly. There was a glimpse of the main enemy, but the news focused on the gigantic Gods accidentally destroying the pyramid. Media blamed them for the destruction around, but that's all they can do. The gods have disappeared once again.

"What are you looking at?" The voice startled you, realizing you were drowned in your thoughts for minutes.

The voice however, there was something strange about it. A faint monstrous note can be heard for a second. You looked at the shoulder-length haired patient. Just minutes ago he was in deep sleep, now he glared at you sharply. Did they reduce his sedative dose ? There was no way a human could jump from unconsciousness this fast. Last time you were sedated, you needed hours to fully recover from the dizziness you got.

"Nothing, I was just thinking of some random things to entertain myself. I'll be back with a cup of water instead, alright? I'll put it in a bottle so you don't have to worry about spilling it." A smile was replied with a straight, sharp gaze from Arthur. Like he was plotting for revenge, but for whom exactly? You didn't do anything bad to him. Infact, you were mostly the one taking care of him. Hell you actually once bathed him, in which of course he gave you the permission.

He didn't answer, you politely step away to the kitchen, taking your necessity for him. As you returned, he was staring at nothing. You have no clue you should feel relieved or worried. No, he was not just staring at nothing. He was focusing, thinking of something. Perhaps having a conversation in his thoughts.

"Arthur, are you all right?" A soft pat on his shoulder startled him. Like he returned to himself, the sight of his tired old face was what you saw now. This was not the face you saw minutes ago, no. His mental note didn't state any sign of DID, and the way he acted was more like possessed.

"I'm fine." a soft stroke on your hand caught you off-guard. His hands were rough, but comfortable enough to touch. You quickly pulled your hand, not wanting to make other nurses or patients suspicious of you.

He gave you a smirk, then returned to his gaze of nothing again. You took a look at the clock, 8 pm. For some people, that was an early hour to sleep but for Arthur, he needed 12 hours of sleep every night. Which already include him having episodes of randomly screaming in agony, sobbing in sadness, or once he even destroyed his own room with bare hands. Bed was flipped, the table was thrown. Shards of glass and his bloody footprints had become the floor carpets. He shouted to the guards and nurses, but the way he spoke was nothing human. He even bellowed like a real crocodile. The growls were way too authentic even for the most talented voice actors.

"It's bedtime Arthur." Your words were short, taking him in his wheelchair to his ward.

"Evening, hmph. The time where everything could happen. I hope she had mercy on me tonight." He let out a velvety chuckle.

She ? Was he talking about the doctor ? a nurse ? But you were the only one taking care of him these days, other than doctors having therapy sessions with him. No nurses or other internship staff were brave enough to be near Arthur. There was one, yet she was relieved knowing that you took her work on him. No words coming out from your mouth, as you sided with silence.

Arriving at his room, darkness was the only one greeting you both. Lamp was turned on as you prepared the bed and helped the old man get up from his wheelchair. He was kinda limp, but way better than hours ago. He sat on the bed, looking at you to put his wheelchair in the corner of the room and opening the window to let in the breeze. You gave him his meds based on the prescription, and made sure he was comfortable enough as well adjusting the light for him to sleep.

"I'll be here until 9 pm if you need anything. Well, to be fair, I was supposed to leave the room immediately after this but they gave me a permit. Just in case.." You weren't sure about continuing your sentence, which he already took a note of.

He just nodded, smirked before he slumped onto the bed. You pulled out your phone to kill time. Phone wasn't actually allowed in the patient room for safety and privacy, yet you managed to smuggle it inside your underwear. 5 minutes before the clock hit 9 pm, Arthur awoke from his sleep. Actually, he didn't sleep at all.

"He hasn't slept since you were here." The similar, monstrous voice emitted from his mouth. You froze in your place, weren't daring enough to look at what sat in front of you. The room was dark, the moon only shone on his lower body.

"He was lonely here. I am a goddess, he is a mortal. A mortal needs another mortal companion. That's how the law of nature goes." Your thumb stopped from mindless scrolling on social media.

"Entertain him, mortal. After all, you were the one responsible for his well-being."

"How..do I entertain him?"

"By giving him what he needs, mortal." A deep, husky chuckles were heard in the room.

"I gave him food. I gave him drink, I gave him everything- who are you?!" You put your phone away, stood up and walked towards Arthur, which seemed to be possessed by something else.

"I am his goddess. And you will obey me, do what I said and I will give this flesh prison a mercy for tonight." You gulped, you were facing a possibly supernatural thing. You could tell the guards or the doctor, yet you do not wish to make it worse for Arthur.

"Don't you wanna enjoy his body? To give him a pleasure you desired. I can feel it whenever you are around him. You were always there when everyone gave up."

"No i- I can't just do that thing here ! That's just straight unethical, He wasn't even conscious of consent. " Your voice was firm, making whatever controlling Arthur disappointed.

"Whatever he feels, I feel it. I remember that night he was battling his thought of your naked body on him, bouncing on his dick while him grasping on your breast. Oh he was drooling with the dirty thought, it was a very mortal need yet here i am. Whenever he suffered, I suffered. '' You have no clue what to feel with the very specific statement of the goddess, yet you weren't really mad.

You admitted to yourself that you too had dirty thoughts about him especially when you saw his body. Thick pecs with round stomach, a dreamy dad body type. His arms still show strength as well his veins showing. You just sighed, words losing from your thoughts. How in hell you would have sex with a patient you were responsible for?

“It didn’t have to be exactly what he thought, right? All I need to do is satisfy his lust, is that true ?” You bargained with this goddess creature inside him.

“That would depend on the result.” The answer wasn't exactly what you wanted, but you got no choice.

You peeked outside of the room, then locked it twice. You unbutton your shirt, taking off your bra. Now you were half naked in front of Arthur and his goddess inside.You kneeled in front of Arthur, unzipping his pants and stripping it off. That Goddess was right, right in front you was revealed an erection throbbing veiny cock. Pre cum even already dripping from the tip. You took it for a foreplay first, licking the shaft slowly from the base to the tip. Arthur growled, his voice sounded like a bellowing crocodile.

“I shall leave this pleasure to him. After all, he was the one who needed it.” In a blink of an eye, Arthur flinched like he just woke up from a lucid dream. He looked around, then at what lies in front of him.

“It wasn’t.. a dream ?” He cupped your cheek with one of his palms. His voice was rough, but not monstrous.

“Your goddess told me to.” You could tell he had mixed feelings about this. The embarrassment if they found out was beyond imagination.

“I can stop if you want to. I do not wish to force you in this-”

“No. Please continue.” You just nodded, continuing giving his cock a taste of your saliva.

Now You continued on lapping, sucking his throbbing cock. Your tongue was so wet, he could clearly feel it. His legs shook slightly as you put his cock deeper to your throat. You were now sucking, bobbing up and down on his cock slowly. When you did so, he grabbed onto your hair. His hands were warm, but not painful. Quite pleasant, indeed. Head thrown to the back, He groaned in pleasure.

You continued doing this for a while, till you felt his cock getting heavy. He had already been hard from the beginning, but now his head started throbbing.

“Oh my goddess,...please..” His eyes pleaded you, wanting more of you

You stopped for a second, looking into his eyes. They were filled with regret mixed with desire for you. Without saying a word, you moved back to your spot and resumed your work. Arthur moaned, but you were barely hearing his voice, your ears were filled with the sound of his breathing.

This was wrong, so wrong. What are you doing? Pleasure battling with regret, yet you have no intention to stop. You have enjoyed the job his goddess gave to you. Your tongue wrapped around his tip, catching Him off guard. You took the whole length of him, feeling his muscles tighten.

“Do you really think I’m worthy of this treatment?” He asked with his hoarse voice, trying to suppress the sounds he was releasing from himself.

“Of course.” Parting from his cock making a string of saliva, you replied.

“Hmmh. I am nothing but a failure. I deserved to rot here." He suddenly flinched, like something hitting him from the back.

"Isn't that the truth, My goddess? Here you are giving someone to satisfy my pleasure of sin." He stroked your hair softly, gazing at you soaked up with your own drool.

"I don't know what to say about that. I have no idea about you and your goddess." You were honest. This was the first time she directly had a conversation with you.

"Then we shall continue what we have started."

You nodded, putting his cock inside your mouth again. The way you gagged as it reached your throat making him moan. He grasped onto your hair, needing something to hold. You moved your head, tongue massaging his shaft while his tip continuously hitting the entrance of your throat.

Arthur was holding back the urge of coming. He closed his eyes tightly, clenching his fists so hard his knuckles turned snowy white. He opened his eyes a little, just enough to look at you and noticed your swollen lips around his erection. It was too late though, he couldn’t hold himself anymore. He roughly moved your head like a toy of pleasure. His breaths became uncontrollable, heavy, and husky. You were choked on his cock, unable to breathe. At last, he gave a final thrust. He spilled right into your throat, then pulled out. You bit your bottom lip and tried to swallow him completely. You were in a mess, an enjoyable sight.

You wiped his cum left on the side of your mouth, as well the drools streamed onto your bare breast.

"Let me help you with that." Arthur stood then took some tissue to clean you up. He stopped for seconds, looking at your eyes under the moonlight shine.

"What is it?"

"No. Nothing." His answers were unusually short. He helped you dress again, as well he tidied up his clothes. It seemed like whatever happened, didn't happen. No evidence, no witness but the goddess herself and both of you.

He came closer to you and hugged you tightly, resting his head against yours.

"Thank you. For helping me out."

"Anything for you as long as you would be spared from misery." You closed your eyes and returned his hug. Clock showing that you were half-hour late from the time limit, you told him that you will return tomorrow morning for his breakfast and check up with the doctor. Just as you're about to head out, a familiar voice once again can be heard.

"I expected you to return tomorrow night, if you wanted him to have another peaceful night.”

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Frick it, Dreamtale Infection AU Concept

The MLP Infection AUs have managed to inspire me to make something absolutely despicable, so here you go.

TWS: DESCRIPTIVE BODY HORROR (PLEASE TELL ME IF I NEED TO ADD ANYMORE OF THESE)

(also I updated some stuff after looking over it now that I’m no longer tired as hell)

Ready? Click READ MORE and prepare yourself.

THE PLOT

In a timeline where the human that originally killed Nim and went on to become a part of the being that killed/possessed Nightmare, there was never such a man. Rather, never such a human at all. A terrible plague swept the Tree of Feelings, seemingly from an unknown type of worm or parasite that had become resistant towards most means of magic, explaining how they were able to survive eating through the magic apples without dying. Ink and others are still unsure how this is possible, but there were more concerning things to worry about as the infected apples had found a host approximately 6 years after the passing of Nim. . .

THE CHARACTERS

DREAM

Status: Healthy Feeling: Confused/Scared Infection: 0% After a series of unfortunate events, Dream was taken from his AU and brought to a strange Multiversal hub of sorts alongside other Sanses trying to put a stop to this sudden infection. He has absorbed/eaten the last Golden Apple that survived the infestation and struggles to figure out what to do now that all of this is happening, but he continues to try and help when and how he can. Think of this as the replacement for the original Dark Apple Incident, only...Way worse. He is the most sought after by the infection and the infected, as his body contains one of the last non-infected Golden Apples and serves as a great weakness towards their growth if he ever figures out how to unleash his greater capabilities and take a stand. "...Brother...I need to help my brother. Help everyone. But...How?"

SWAP

Status: Injured Feeling: Tense/Determined Infection: 0% After losing Ink and his brother, Swap's become a lot more serious and willing to get his hands dirty to protect those he cares about. He looks after Dream like a big brother and will fight till his SOUL shatters before surrendering. He mostly just wants to keep hope high and people safe. He's usually the one amputating people when they are at risk of infection, and thankfully hasn't had to amputate himself yet. He does his best not to be reckless, but in extreme, aggressive times, sometimes he can forget. "This is for everyone. I AM the Magnificent Sans, and I WILL make sure we survive this! I swear on it..."

ERROR

Status: Missing Feeling: Annoyed/Stressed Infection: 23% Error has no clue what's going on. Originally he was just going to have it his way and erase whatever vile abominations were popping up as he usually does, but for once he was overpowered by someone who wasn't Ink. More on that later... Swap had insisted on amputating him, but Error never really liked people touching him, so he simply vanished, leaving the group behind. His right arm's been badly bruised and shows signs of early infection, but refuses to get it fixed by anyone other than himself. He was always stubborn like that... And that stubbornness will eventually cost him. "Forget it...I don't need their help. I can figure out a better way to deal with this than having one of Ink's friends cutting my arm off."

INK (UPDATED)

Status: Infected Feeling: Hysterical, Losing his mind Infection: 62% As he's partially made of ink and able to turn into ink, he quickly became a victim to the outbreak after realizing too soon that he was in danger. The infestation's ink-like substance fused itself with Ink's own, basically possessing him. The vials have been thrown aside and now carry the same substance to infect others with, his emotions now being managed through the ink itself as it is sort of like liquid negativity. The infectious substance can be seen running through and down his arm and leg bones as well as out of his eyes and mouth. This makes Ink a lot more animalistic and irrational, and although it still speaks a little bit like him, this is no longer Ink. It's unclear if he can regain himself in this state, but he's certainly not getting any better. His main goals have become spreading the infection to more and more people, but he’s also hunting after Error while he’s at it. He’s their primary target so far, and loves to taunt him and the rest of the gang whenever he gets to. His warped mind sees all of this as nothing more than a game, and he’s not looking forward to losing it. "H a h . . . Come on, Error!. . . Isn't this a wonderful game!?"

DUST

Status: Missing Feeling: Manic/Anxious Infection: 5% Once infected humans and monsters found their way into Dusttale, Dust was quick to begin going on a killing spree with excitement. However, he caught on quickly that something was wrong, and was quick to flee the area. He can't figure out if he's been infected or if his mind's playing tricks on him, but he's not about to let that answer keep him from getting his way. "I'll find whoever did this and kill them where they stand...I'm sure I could...Heh...That sounds real fun, doesn't it Paps..."

KILLER

Status: Dead Feeling: N/A Infection: 100% While Dust and Error were able to realize ahead of time that they were outmatched and got away in time before risking too much of their own well-being, Killer wasn't so fortunate nor willing to back down. He took on several at once, the thrill of getting dust and blood all over the battlefield and his own jacket exciting him. He let the bloodlust get to his head, and paid the price once he began to tire out and was ambushed. What remains of his body and especially his jacket went to use after the infected fed on his bones and magic. A dish best served cold indeed. [N/A]

HORROR

Status: Infected Feeling: Hungry Infection: 74% Horror simply thought the human shuffling around Snowdin drooling a strange black substance was merely just a really sick or diseased one. He didn't plan to eat it, of course not, but it seemed by the human's expression that it wanted to eat him. In an encounter with this strange human, Horror realized as its mouth spewed out black tendrils that it was more than just a simple illness or a sick day that wasn't right with this human, but it was too late. What was inside of the human entered Horror through the large crack in his skull, and from there it festered, soon to devour the lumbering skeleton whole. What was once Horror has now been reduced to a mass of tendrils and living agony in a decomposing, axe-wielding brute. Do not return to this AU. It will know you're there. It will hunt you down. It will kill you. ". . . h u n g r y. . . n e e d t o e a t . . ."

NIGHTMARE

Status: Dead Feeling: N/A Infection: 100% He never wanted to eat that disgusting apple, but he was forced to by bullies for a sick joke. Forced to unleash a hell that he never wanted to. It started as a minor headache and some stomach pain, but quickly spiraled out of control. It was growing inside of him, and it was eating him alive. He couldn’t stop it. It poured out of his eye and mouth uncontrollably, tore through his bones with force and left the boy’s body mutilated before turning to dust. The substance took no physical form as of then, but knew from this first host what form it would eventually take on once it had enough power and mass to. . . IT STOLE HIS VOICE AND BODY. DO NOT TRUST IT. STAY ALERT. IT MAY LOOK AND SOUND, BUT CANNOT FEEL. N/A

MORE CHARACTERS MAY BE ADDED, IM JUST LISTING OFF THE ONES I HAD IDEAS FOR. FEEL FREE TO SUGGEST YOUR OWN!

THE INFECTION

It originates from the Dark Apples from the infested Dreamtale universe and came to be once Nightmare fell victim to them, which allowed the substance to absorb his life and magic energy and even some of his memories and mind to be able to start infecting other beings in the area, such as the bullies who caused this to happen and eventually most of the village’s residents. Eventually it gained enough power and energy to evolve from a large writhing mass of tendrils and slime to being able to mimic the shapes of those it infected, but before it could do so, it remained a large mass of black slime that spread around the village and withered away plant life until Ink came along to try and tackle the issue himself after evacuating the remaining, living and non-infected inhabitants out of the AU including Dream. Ink was eventually infected himself and became one of the main hosts used by the infection. “Ink” then went around spreading the infection to AUs like Underswap and Horrortale, where it proceeded to do massive damage. If nothing was done about it, it could destroy the entire Multiverse, so it’s a good thing survivors like Swap, Dream and Error were around, even if Error wasn’t too interested in being a hero and working with his rival’s teammate (Referring to Swap).

The Infection has a few stages and forms which I’ll go over.

Stage 1 - Infection has entered host, growing inside of stomach and is stealing nutrients. Will quickly begin consuming the stomach and other organs. Feeds off of negativity and will grow faster in more depressed, stressed, or hopeless hosts. Weakened by optimistic and positive hosts and greatly by positive magic. This is the only time that the infection can be amputated or possibly removed, but be warned; It spreads fast.

Stage 2 (UPDATED)- Infection has grown too big to be contained by host and breaks out forcefully by tearing through skin, bone, etc like a cocoon and killing the host in the process. The mind and original host are gone, there remains nothing but the parasite. Hosts such as Nightmare and casual residents will commonly be eaten through quickly and without thought, but others with potential such as Horror and Ink will be eaten sparingly as to make full usage of their abilities, but still making sure they have no more control. The infected that choose to make use of their hosts without consuming them immediately are classified as Advanced Hosts.

From here, the parasite will either choose to remain a roaming mass and fuse with others to create larger blobs that’ll cover and surround areas, or begin focusing on mimicry’ and mobility, fusing with others to eventually form mobile humanoid forms based off the other hosts they’ve taken on. These can also begin mimicking the voices of their hosts to trick people. These are classified as Roamers and Mimics respectively.

(NEW) Symptoms of the infection include:

Increased hostility and negativity

Slurred speech

Mild to severe headaches and stomach pain

Weakened Immune System

Extreme Hunger

Emotional Outbursts

Vomiting

Black tar-like substance spilling from bones, skin, eyes and mouth

Bloodlust

Can be weakened or even killed by strong amounts of positive magic, and is weak to fire, explosions, and large amounts of blaster-based energy. Light or sunlight does not seem to hurt it, rather only aggravate it.

THE MARE (UPDATED)

The Mare is what you’d consider the Corrupt Nightmare of this Multiverse and the root of the infection. It is the strongest and most dangerous thing to come out of the infection, but if killed, the infection will not go away instantly. It will however be greatly weakened due to such a loss. It’s the same basic idea with some extra steps. The original mass that includes the remains of Nightmare will eventually support enough mass to take the form of a large, skeletal creature that uses the leftover jacket from Horror or Killer (Depending on if Horror dies or not. If he does, then it uses his jacket over Killer’s) as a sort of outfit and way of keeping a low-enough profile. This is the entity that will be hunting after Dream and the main cast once it forms, it’s primary goal being to lure away and kill Dream. Design is similar to Classic Corrupt Nightmare’s, only…WAY more grotesque and lanky. This variant commonly has its hood up and more slim, sharper tentacles than the original (Which become VERY useful for quickly infecting and killing people, making it REAL dangerous), and might I also mention is a lot less mentally (and let’s be honest, physically) humane. The Mare is a lot more irrational and animalistic, while commonly remaining silent especially during hunting or killing, it’s known to have been heard laughing or even screaming uncontrollably before. It’s unclear why, but it’s varying, mixed mindset is potentially due to all of the infected making up its body having each of the remains of their original hosts’ emotions clashing together. Only one Mare can exist at a time, it seems, due to there only have being one Nightmare. It can also mimic the voices of all previous hosts the infected that make up its body have taken over, almost to a near-perfect degree expect for the slight echoing effect and very minor pitch lowering.

Welp, that’s that idea. Do whatever you want with it, change it up, add some new things, he’ll, maybe even do your own thing and pay no attention to this concept, I don’t really care. Just have fun with it! :)

I have no clue if any of this even makes sense it is late as hell for me and I’m literally typing the rest of this out in bed on my phone but uhhhhhh yeah that’s all suggest/criticize/correctness if ya want, ye

#Infection au #utmv #dreamtale #dream sans #nightmare sans #ink sans #error sans #sans au #the bad sanses #undertale horror #Bro I’m so tired jriehfjrhdiehdhdhd #I am going to BED!!!!!#Gaaaah!!!!!

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yourcarnevoreuspal · 1 year

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An Imposter on Polus

Welp, ik I’m late to the party, but I like Am/ong/U/s. So I wrote vore inspired by it. Are you proud of me? This is also one of my first times writing vore, sooooo let me know how to be better. Warning: This is vore. The fatal kind. Also M/M, M/F (mentioned), unwilling prey. No Shipping (haha aside from y’know, the spaceship. I'm not apologizing.) Also I wrote this kinda serious with some explanations for stuff. I may even write a chapter 2. #Carne’sImposter will be the tag for this series if I continue it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Arriving to Polus undetected was a challenge for the Red spaceman. He'd successfully infiltrated the crewmember's ranks back at headquarters and dispatched in a new team headed towards an unexplored planet. During the trip he found himself struggling to keep his appetite in check and ended up devouring the Yellow crewmate, causing suspicions to arise far earlier than intended. With the disappearance of Yellow, safety precautions were implemented right away and all crewmembers were required to travel in pairs. As far as the crewmates could tell, this method had worked and there were no other incidents. However, the Imposter knew that this was only because he was biding his time, in no hurry to eliminate each of them. After all, this was his all-you-can-eat buffet, why rush? Staring up at the falling snow, pondering just how he'll go about getting his first meal, Red is suddenly pulled out of his daydream by Cyan- his current task-partner, "hey are you gonna help me with this node or what?" "Hm…? Oh! Yeah… Sorry…" Red apologizes, sheepishly, carrying on with his friendly act. Red squats down, opening a panel at the bottom of the node and begins the setup for it to become functional. "You seem so distracted lately…" Cyan comments, beginning his own task with another part of the node. No way he's catching on, right? I haven't done anything yet… Maybe he's just still on edge from Yellow? Or I'm overthinking… "Yeah… I'm worried about what happened to Yellow… We still haven't found her." "Ah… I think everyone's still thinking about that. I know I am. I think we should give the ship another once-over, there's gotta be clues somewhere!" Cyan has been adamant about looking 'just one more time' for weeks now, and each time there's never a single clue. "Maybe we should… But now that we're on Polus we have so much to do, I don't think we'll have time for quite awhile." Of course, Red knows exactly where Yellow's gone to. Just thinking about it, it's hard not to lick the phantom taste on his lips, and shudder in delight. Cyan sighs, "you're right… I just wish we knew what happened to her…" he notices Red's shivering and squints from behind his helmet, "you good, man?" "I'm alright… It's just so cold here, even with my suit on! I might need to have it checked to make sure it's working properly… I don't want to freeze!" Red plays it off, sort of jokingly as he finishes up his task in the node and closes the panel. "Dang, you're really cold? I'm sweating in this thing. After I'm done here maybe we should head over to the Medbay to check that out and make sure you're not sick from a suit breach or anything…" Cyan trails off, beginning to rush his task so they might head over sooner. "I don't think it's that serious, but if you insist… I have a few tasks over that way anyways, so as long as we make sure to do all our tasks…" Red agrees, not worried about any medical examination uncovering his inhuman nature. Besides, this might be his chance to slip away and get a bite to eat. The node lights up, signaling Cyan's successful task. With a 'follow-me wave', Cyan begins trudging through the heavy snow, towards the Medbay doors. Red decides to linger slightly, standing from his crouched position slowly. While Cyan walks ahead a few steps, he reaches his hand into the node where Cyan was working. Under the cover of snowstorm he slices at the wires, exposing them to the climate where they might eventually cause problems. At the Medbay, Red and Cyan find themselves alone, having yet to see any of the other crew. Red removes his suit, per Cyan's demands, and hands it over to be inspected. He then heads over to the scanner, where he requests Cyan stay outside the curtains- as one has to undress for the scanner to work properly. This is where Red makes his first move. After ensuring Cyan is out of view- with him over at the table checking the suit- Red pulls a device from his pocket, something he got his hands on back at the base. It allows access into normally secure data that only captains and other higher-ups should have. If Red were to be caught with it, it would spell the end for him. Sticking it into a slot in the Scanner's computer, he quickly pulls up an old scan of his from his time on the ship and creates a copy of it onto this scanner, effectively giving him an alibi. Red sets off the Scanner, allowing it to create the copy and the noise it should be making to keep Cyan from getting suspicious, then- with a peak around the curtains to check if Cyan is looking- Red dashes from the Medbay into the hallway that creates the bathrooms and decontamination doors. Doing his best to stay silent, he darts to the far end of the bathrooms, where a vent is set to be installed, but at the moment is only a tunnel. He dives inside and the first step of his plan is in the clear. Here in the unfinished vent Red is a little freer to show his alien nature and allows his tentacles to rise from his back. They’re decently long, fairly strong and he uses them to propel himself through the tunnel quickly. Once on the other side, he pokes his head out and finds he's surrounded by snow once more. This vent has led him to the outside of the medical building, near the pit of lava. Conveniently, he also spies two crewmembers, Green and Orange. He can hear them chatting, but can't quite make out what they're saying. Red watches patiently as they walk away from the thermometer device that tracks the Lava's temperature and towards the large boulder in the center of the clearing. It seems they have a brief confusion about which side of the rock they will be walking around, they laugh and split apart, Green goes left and Orange goes right. A silly mistake, really, as this provides exactly what Red was looking for: an opportunity. Without hesitation, Red leaps from the vent and before Orange even notices him, he sends his four tentacles to wrap around Orange. He moves swiftly, knowing if Orange calls out to Green it could be over, but he also knows he shouldn't leave any trace in the snow leading this way. In one motion, he lifts Orange just off the ground, then towards him and down into the vent, which he follows. "Ah-!?" Orange cries, unheard by Green due to the muffling snowstorm. It's dark in the tunnels and while Orange can't see a thing, Red sees just fine. "Wh-WHO'S THERE?" Orange demands, backing himself further into the tunnels as he tries to get away from his assailant. "Oh, Orange… It's only me," Red speaks, crawling after his soon-to-be meal. His tentacles contract around Orange to pull him closer to his destination. "Red…? What are you doing in the. . . Vent. . ." Orange trails off, he almost relaxed at first, once hearing it was his trusted companion, Red. But Orange was smarter than that and was quick to conclude what Red really was, "it was you…? You killed Yellow, didn't you!?" Orange's anger grew with each word, "what did you do to her!?" "Well," Red yanks Orange closer a final time, now face-to-helmet with him, "you're going to find out, aren't you?" He grins madly, reaching his hands up to said helmet, pushing the buttons on either side and lifting it off of him. A hissing noise starts briefly as the cold air enters Orange's suit. "No-!" Orange gasps, then coughs as his face is hit with freezing air. He tries to back away, but Red is practically on top of him, with some sort of appendages restraining him. "Let go! How could you do this-!?" Orange cries, trying to keep Red at bay with his hands. Red, however, is just strong enough to get what he wants, "quite easily, dear Orange- I'm starving," he knows he needs to be quick about this, so he decides to simply go for it. Red leans close to Orange's face, one hand moving to the back of the Crewmate's head. The Imposter's grin widens as he opens his mouth, his smile growing jagged as his true self peaks through his disguise. "Stop-! What are you doing?" Orange demands, only able to see an outline in the darkness. But Red has decided he's done talking, so with that he shoves Orange's head into his maw and begins to greedily lap at the flavor. He knows he doesn't have time to savor, so he gets on with it, using his extra appendages to rip away more of his prey's clunky space suit, then takes the first swallow. Orange's panic rises as he desperately tries to free himself, but his adversary has overpowered him and there's nothing he can do as Red swallows again and again, getting around his shoulders, up to his chest. Orange doesn't know what sort of lifeform Red truly is, but he racks his brain trying to figure it out, hoping he might recall a weakness. With the crewmate's arms pinned in his throat, his maw wrapped around his waist, Red lifts his prey as best he can in the cramped vent before grabbing onto Orange's flailing legs and swallowing thickly. He purrs in delight from his prey's struggling, enjoying as much as he can from this quick meal. Only his prey's legs are left and he's running out of time, so he ensures Orange's shoes have been removed then gives the last few swallows, sending Orange to his fate. Red pants as his throat clears, but can't stop to rest or let his stomach settle and begins racing down the vent to return to Medbay before his absence is noticed. He could enjoy this properly later. His stomach sways as he rushes through the vent, but isn't nearly as large as one might think after his meal. This is because his anatomy is far different than that of a human's, and while his disguise does help with that, there is no hiding it after he's eaten. His stomach region starts from the top of his chest, down to his waist, leaving room for concealment so long as his prey isn't larger than himself, with only a small bump to show for it. Pulling himself out of the vent, Red places a hand on his stomach, trying to help the weight and keep his prey quiet. He eyes the decontamination doors, checking that no one is coming out, then scoots to the corner to peek at Cyan. He finds that Cyan is still messing with his suit, facing the other direction, so Red takes his chance to slip back across the hallway, behind the curtains into the scanning room. He sighs with relief and finally gives himself a chance to catch his breath. His prey has been struggling wildly the entire time, presumably trying to right himself and keep from being jostled. Red runs a hand down his stomach, enjoying the sensation for a moment. He chuckles at his prey, pushing down on him until his attention is caught by the sounds of the scanner completing. Red removes the device from the scanner and tucks it safely into his suit, then waits a few moments longer to mime the time it would take to dress if he had really scanned. He grabs the scanner's tablet to show Cyan the proof, then walks out from the curtains. "I've finished scanning, it says everything is normal," Red declares, walking up to the table where his suit lies and placing the tablet down for Cyan to see, "find any breaches?" Cyan glances over at the tablet, reading that it is indeed normal, then looks back to the suit, "that's good, we don't want you sick. I haven't found anything unusual yet, but I'm still looking…" "Ah, okay, thanks. I'm gonna do my tasks over here," Red replies, heading over to the telescope, away from Cyan, hoping he's kept his distance enough that the crewmate can't hear Orange. He brings his eye to the telescope, starting his search for anything unusual around the planet. Every few seconds Red is sure to adjust settings on the telescope as noisily as he can, really testing those squeaky knobs. After a few moments, Cyan sighs loudly and looks up, "are you doing that on purpose?" Red turns to his partner, "whatever do you mean-?" His attempt to sound innocent is interrupted by a loud alarm blaring and a voice coming from their tablets attached to the suits, "EMERGENCY MEETING," it announces loudly in a monotonous voice.

#v.ore #unwilling prey #willing pred #fatal v.ore #male v.ore #v/ore #soft v/ore #fatal v/ore #male pred #oral v/ore #Carne'sImposter

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justkending · 2 years

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Everest. Chapter 15.

Series Summary: She was done and retired. After Thanos and after the battle of a lifetime, she had called it quits and had distanced herself from the Avenger lifestyle. But word finds her that someone from her past is in danger. What the journey entails was never one she wanted to face nor one she saw becoming her reality again. The rollercoaster that comes with fighting evil odds arrives on her doorstep not leaving much room for a no…

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2500+

A/N: Slowly getting the energy to write. A lots been going on in the world lately and it’s been hard to come back to the things I enjoy when so much shit continues to happen in our world. I hope you’re all staying safe out there and love each and everyone of you.

Chapter 15:

_______________The ride back to the compound was taut. Steve, Nat, and Sam hadn't been enlightened by Y/N's findings on why they were really on the mission, so Bucky and Tony were the only ones aware of the tension.

Tony ended up locking himself in a room and didn't come out. Bucky decided to let him sulk in his misery while they worried about Sam.

Lucky for the Avenger, Y/N had come at perfect timing to see him shot out of the sky and was able to lessen the blow through the forest below. She had healed him enough to be able to stay within the coverage until help came but was limited on time to keep everyone else inside safe.

Sam had waved her off, telling her to help the rest of the team as he stayed back. Of course, with the promise that he wouldn't try to find trouble while she came to everyone else's rescue.

Nat was in the infirmary part of the plane, helping tend to Sam's wound after getting fixed up herself. Steve had minor cuts and abrasions with a butterfly stitch on his head, and his arm was wrapped in a sling for the next few days after dislocating it. He had moved out of the infirmary and was already trying to get information on what the hell happened after seeing Y/N fly down the hall.

"Any clue what happened in there?" he asked, coming up behind Bucky, who was looking out the plane's front windshield as it coasted on autopilot. Bucky didn't answer immediately and looked behind Steve to ensure they were alone.

"I don't think we were thoroughly briefed on what we were getting ourselves into," he replied.

"Yeah, I'm catching onto that. Nat and I were cornered, and the agents seemed to never thin out no matter how much we fought off," Steve pocketed his hand from his uninjured arm and looked out the window like his friend had been. "My question is, how did she know we were there? Tony made it sound like he got the information after Y/N left. How'd she know where we would be?"

"It's Y/N. Are you really that surprised?" Bucky answered with a sigh. "But I'm wondering about the logistics of it too. She left urgently like she had to take care of something, but Tony came up with the coordinates after she had already gone."

Steve hung his head before running a hand through his hair. Dirt and grim riddled his face from the fight. "Did she say anything that could have hinted at where she was going? What her intentions were?"

Bucky paused, not sure what to say. As furious as Y/N was with the billionaire, something told him she knew about Tony's plan before he even did. Call it intuition, call it knowing the man for long enough to know where his actions would lead, but something about her showing up at perfect timing and how she treated Tony said that she knew, and that's why she left. He wasn't sure how to tell Steve why or what about since he wasn't certain of the guess himself.

"She never said. She knew how to be discrete in her answers so that I couldn't assume anything. One thing I do know is that Tony has some explaining to do. That's all I can grasp from all of it," he answered eventually. Steve nodded and let out a long sigh. "How's Sam doing?"

"He'll be ok. Nat said he was getting stitched up, and I helped pop a shoulder back in place. May have a minor concussion, but Y/N healed him up enough to be conscious and not in pain as much. Sam said she headed straight inside after making sure he wasn't in the line of fire anymore." He looked over at Bucky, seeing a few scrapes and torn parts of his combat suit. "You ok?"

"Hm?" Bucky noticed him looking at his forehead and tattered sleeve. "Oh, I'm fine. They looked at it and stitched a cut on my arm. There was a girl who had ferrokinesis as her enhancement. Had Tony and I incapacitated until Y/N showed up."

"How many enhanced were there?" Steve scratched his head in exhaustion.

"More than we were prepared for."

There was a moment of silence as they sat staring at the clouds they were level with. They had another hour before they were home.

"Did Y/N say if she would meet us back at the compound?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "She's furious with Tony, though. He was seconds from embodying that tube of toothpaste Clint had joked about a month ago. She has restraint, but we may need to keep a close eye on the two anyway," Bucky sighed.

"Sounds like another day in the life," he patted his friend's back with a long sigh before turning around. "I'm going to check on Sam."

Bucky nodded once in acknowledgment before the blonde left him to his thoughts.

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They had been back for an hour. Tony had once again disappeared from the crew and still hadn't confessed anything. Steve, Nat, Bucky, and Sam all went to the infirmary for a routine check-in with a doctor and, once done, went to their rooms to clean up and change.

His hair was still wet, and he had a fresh set of clothes on after washing the mission clean from his body; Bucky was swimming laps in his own head as to what all Y/N's debrief would consist of outside of the bit of information she had already told him.

A part of him wondered if restraining her from bringing an end to The Great Tony Stark was something he deserved or if he had finally fucked around and found out too close to the sun this time.

After three hours of being home and no sight or word from Y/N, he figured he'd go to the source itself. Sitting and trying to create reasoning for the man wasn't getting him anywhere, and he deserved answers. They all deserved answers.

In a corner of his garage in the basement, in a spot no one casually glancing in could have seen him, Bucky heard frustrated cussing and the sound of metal being kicked and beat on. Following the noise, he saw the culprit.

Where Tony had likely been previously doing maintenance on his suit, it had turned into a practice dummy like they used in the training room. Except it wasn't cushioned with human-like material but strong metal that was bruising and cutting his knuckles up at each hit.

"You're going to be the next bionic man on the team if you keep that up," Bucky spoke up, making Stark's head turn fast to the voice. He leaned on the doorway, looking down at his own metal hand and flexing it. Small sounds of whirring, so subtle that only he could hear, flickered in his ear. "Just because we've made great improvements in prosthetics doesn't mean you need to invest in one yourself."

When he looked up, Tony looked like he was pausing for a gun to be pointed at his head, but he brushed it off when he saw Bucky not glaring at him as he expected.

"She here yet?" Tony grumbled, moving to the table by him and grabbing the first aid kit he had already pulled out and rummaged through.

Bucky noticed a bandage on his head and watched as he moved to wrap his soon-to-be blistering knuckles.

"No, but she will be eventually," Bucky answered, pushing off his slanted position, moving to the other table across from him, and leaning back on it as he crossed his arms and oversaw the billionaire. "I figured I'd give you a bit of time to explain your side of the story before she comes to set it straight."

Tony looked at him for a second as if waiting for a cunning response to follow, but Bucky wasn't like him in that sense. He had learned to hear all sides of the story before making a direct attack after so many people failed to do so for him.

There were times when his anger or worry would get the best of him, and he couldn't quite take the back seat every time, like when Y/N had left, and he was quick to defend why she shouldn't. But this was different. Different in a way that he wanted to give Tony the benefit of the doubt where the man before him once stuggled to do the same for him.

"Who else knows?" Tony mumbled, picking at his bleeding knuckles.

"Just you still." Tony looked at him, confused. "I still feel like I'm the dark for the most part. I wanted to give you the floor to explain before Y/N."

Tony's face held a genuine feature of surprise at the super soldier's response. He had every right to be pissed and blowing up on him from the little bit he did know, yet he was giving Tony a chance to try and save himself. Even if it was all but pointless in reality.

"It wasn't supposed to be as... Populated, as it was," Tony mumbled, turning back kit in front of him and grabbing a disinfectant spray. He misted it to the cuts and hissed under his breath as he moved for the disinfectant balm. "The reason for the mission was true. We planned to infiltrate what I believed to be the head of the operation..." He paused, hesitant to say the next part. "But it was a different version of the head of this operation from what I led on."

When he didn't continue, Bucky shifted in his spot and got more comfortable. "Different version, how?"

"I mean," he let out a bitter laugh, the anger only directed at himself. "It was where they formulated the serum that triggered the mutant gene. The same chemical that was in the bomb Marley handled before it could make its way overseas here."

Tony had told them beforehand that they were going to a facility that housed those being experimented on but hadn't gone through the entire process yet. It was the holding cell for the mutants they had kidnapped already. Sure, they knew traces of the serum would likely be there, but it wasn't the lab where the chemist was creating it. Or at least he never focused on that detail before.

The whole team thought they were going in to release hostages and find the person who was facilitating the entire operation. Not a branch that was creating the serums.

In hindsight, both were places they needed to infiltrate, but the hostages were priority number one to the blinded team. And in going in, they were prepared for the innocents who were yet to be taken advantage of, not the army of bodyguards created to protect the project.

"So you're saying there's still a place out there, a lab where people are being used as lab rats?"

"If there is, we don't have solid information on it," Tony answered truthfully, throwing off the bandage he had applied yet wasn't satisfied with.

He wasn't sure what to do with that answer. He paused, thinking of their meeting leading up to the mission. The one Tony had pulled files in front of them on and Nat had conspired with.

"Nat said-"

"Nat didn't have all the information like she thought," Tony groaned as another disinfectant stung him, and he threw the bottle down before haphazardly wrapping gauze around his hand again, an even worse job than the one before.

Bucky felt as though he had gotten lost all over again. If anything, he was more confused than when he walked in.

"How did you manage to keep Nat out of your true plans?" he asked, shocked and frustrated. "She would have-"

"She would have known if she had all the files, but Anthony was clever enough to keep hardcopies yet to be scanned into the system for her to hack into. Right?"

The voice caught both of them off guard, and they whipped their heads quickly to the entrance of the cornered space they were occupying.

"I can enlighten us all if you'd rather," Y/N deadpanned with a tilt of her head. Her eyes never left Stark's as Nat and Steve followed behind her.

Replacing her new stealth suit, he had seen her in hours prior; she was in her streetwear. The all-powerful being she had presented as earlier looked to be taken over by a normal civilian version of her. The anger in her features was the only thing remaining from her previous appearance.

She wore a green top that wrapped across her chest and torso in an abstract way, resting just over her high-waisted bell bottoms, the color a dark brown, that covered a tan set of boots. Her hair was down and natural under the head scarf intricately secured around her head. Her usual set of rings and necklaces littered her neck and fingers and had he not known what she was capable of, she would have fit in as a regular New Yorker on the street.

(Imagine brown pants, really whichever you prefer :))

"I thought I gave you enough time while I wrapped things up, but it seems I got here a touch early," she voiced in an intimidating tone as she walked in carefully, looking around at his hiding space as if she'd never stepped foot in there before. Her heels clicked lightly as she walked, an air of unbothered confidence following her. "Sorry," she paused in her step as Steve and Nat came further into the room, and Tony watched her. "Don't let me interrupt your confession. You were getting to the good part. Please," she smiled like a cat playing with a mouse. "Continue." She waved a hand after a second, returning to her calculated walk around the space.

She may have looked close to normal, but the feeling of fear and coercion, all targeted at Tony, overtook the room. She didn't need to blast her energy photons at Tony to make him look like he was ready to melt and vaporize into the ground.

"Make me the bad guy," he started, but Y/N raised a hand.

"Careful, Anthony. You're sounding awfully close to playing the victim card. And you and I both know you don't get to use that this round," she looked at him to proceed carefully with his next words.

Now Bucky understood. Being on the receiving end of Y/N was proving to be such a terrifying experience that he understood why so many surrendered without much of a fight. And she wasn't even using her powers; she was just using her body language and tone to fight right now.

Making the wise choice, Tony started explaining. Catching Nat and Steve up with what he had told Barnes.

"What the hell have I been doing research for then?" Nat shouted with a pointed glare to Tony. Being on the receiving end of any woman staring in the room right now was making the option of death sweeter by the moment. "You told me it was to find the facilities that-"

"It was one of those. Or it started as one of those -it just," he stumbled. "We had an agent report back after a PI on the location that it had escalated to something more. It wasn't just housing the mutants anymore. They likely still had a handful there, but they changed its location to one of the chem labs instead. A place where they were developing a serum that could work faster and was adapted from the original one."

"So there are facilities where innocent people are being controlled every day that we haven't found yet?" Steve asked, stepping forward, his eyebrows knitted together. "How many people are out there waiting for rescue, and we just got sent to find another serum? Another God Damn serum?!" His bite followed after that foolish word that had affected his life and this world more than once.

"I still have people trying to hunt down the experimentation labs. The one we went to was originally one, and I was hoping that by hitting it, we'd save those that were there already and-"

"Yes, you could have done that, but remind me where your first priority lay?" Y/N interrupted, everyone looking at her as she spoke up for the first time since egging him on.

"I had multiple priorities," Tony growled, growing stressed and angered as his friends teamed up against him.

"Sure," she hummed, standing from the barstool she had settled on and coming to stand closer to Bucky, Nat, and Steve on his other side. "Then answer this question instead if that one's too hard. What was the first stop you made once you made it inside?" she raised one eyebrow, begging him to misstep so she could follow through with her threat when they were at the facility.

He didn't answer. The shame radiating off him wasn't only obvious to Y/N. They could see it in his posture and defying features. Y/N had verified that one person actually could indeed out-ego Stark.

"The lab. Your favorite little place to hang out," Y/N answered. "But this time, you actually listened to SHIELD and did what you were told in your play zone. You went to get the serum to hand it off to the guys upstairs and-"

"You're telling me that you would want that information to get out to someone who shouldn't have their hands on it?" Tony snapped back, standing from the chair he had sunk into.

"You're telling me that you trust the power-hungry bastards up there to not be those individuals?!" Y/N shouted back with a finger to the sky, breaking her barrier of level-headedness. "Surprise, Stark! Hyrda already spoiled the ending for that movie!"

"It's different now," Tony matched her step.

Y/N rolled her eyes, rolling her shoulders back and staying eye-to-eye with him. "Like I haven't heard that one a million times before."

"You always say-"

"I always say watch your fucking back, Anthony!" she cut him off, pointing a finger into his chest after two swift steps toward him. "I've been around long enough on this god-damn earth, and I have yet to see the cycle break. Modified? Sure, if you want to call it that. But changed?" She huffed and looked at him in disappointment. "Man hasn't evolved. People in high positions always get what they want. And we've been served enough times to know that it's almost never for the greater good like they advertise."

The three on the sidelines watched as both Y/N and Tony stared at each other. A silent conversation in their eyes alone.

"I wasn't going to let that happen," Tony said after a moment.

"It didn't matter if you were going to or not," she shook her head as if he was missing the point, but also a sadness glassed over her eyes. "You're not that innocent, Tony. Don't lie to yourself. They have initiatives ready to go for a mutant team of their own. Hell, they already have one," she motioned to the small group around them. "But again, those carnivores will never be satisfied with their advantages. The more power they can get their hands on, the more they rule the world."

"I've never seen plans for anything like that. I searched for those types of things before I agreed to the negotiations," Tony started, and she laughed.

"Much like you were able to hide rather important information from the best spy on your team," she nodded her head to Nat before crossing her arms. "SHIELD has its loopholes and hidden caves themselves. Nothing is of all access to you like you believe."

There was silence as everything was out. Their initial intentions for the mission had been brutally manipulated and led to new truths and spiteful intentions lying raw in front of them.

"How'd you know about it?" Tony spoke up eventually.

"Technology is just one form of science. All magic is, is a science humankind has yet to discover, and my magic is a science that has yet to be hacked by humans; therefore, I always have the upper hand." Her answer seemed like a warning mixed with a humble explanation.

Her magic, as old as it was, wouldn't be stopped with a hard-to-find tangible piece of evidence, much less simple coding on a computer.

"A lot of things weren't given honest explanations of, and that's something we will have to discuss for sure, but," Steve stepped up closer to the two. "Tony, you lied to us. The team- the family you are supposed to look out for." His hurt face made Tony slouch his posture a hair. "Sam's in the medical bay with Banner because of a nasty concussion, luckily semi-healed because of Y/N, and Nat and I would have been screwed in that room if we didn't get reinforcements."

"We surveyed it before. The grounds weren't supposed to be populated a fraction of what it was," Tony defended.

"We work in a job field where we know going in it won't always go according to plan. Some statistic is going to be wrong in our debrief, and something is always going to challenge us to think on our feet." Bucky stood straighter. "But knowing the mission's goal changes the plans entirely. Not knowing any forthright information on that kind of assignment could have got us killed."

"I take blame for that. I do. I-" Tony began.

"Tony. If you had been truthful at the get-go about this," Nat looked at him. "We wouldn't be having this conversation."

Tony shook his head, and Y/N replied to a comment none of the crew had heard, as Tony had only thought it.

"You're right. They wouldn't have gone, and that would have been their choice to make," she said sternly. "You took their choice and their morals into your own hands... Because of that, you lost their respect and trust for it, Tony."

No one said anything else. The room was full of emotions, changing every time something new was brought to light.

Y/N turned around and ran a hand over her face. "I have to go meet with Banner. I'll be around for a little longer if you all need me," she said quietly, walking out without another word.

The truth was out now, and it was the team's choice to do what they wanted with it. As much as Tony thought her reason for coming back was to bury him in the hole he dug, he was wrong. She wanted honesty out of all this, and she got it.

Nat followed behind after a minute and left, not wanting to be in the space. Bucky started making his way out to let Tony stew in his errors and patted Steve on the shoulder to coax him to leave, too.

Tony was on his own now... And he was the only one at fault for it.

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Okay, so I just finished season 2 of elementary and what a fucking ride… the writers like went so hard to just… I don’t know… use equal parts happiness and sadness??

1. I was really worried Bell wasn’t going to forgive Sherlock after Tremor, and they like seriously took their time giving both characters these excruciatingly slow halting steps to making amends. Sherlock straight up yelling about his feelings was peak “I have no fucking clue how to say I’m sorry so I’m pointing out your defense mechanisms loudly.” And then after they reconciled, Sherlock was still obviously feeling guilty about it and then we got the ending where they go get coffee together and it’s just so soft and peaceful. Like life isn’t perfect and there’s constantly ups and downs and that’s why you have a support network (friends)!

2. Mycroft was so sus, continued to be sus, and really made an impressive flop there at the end only to top it off by giving Sherlock a hug despite the fact that the man was giving -1000 social cues that he wanted a hug. Hooray for awkward siblings. And the Cane and Able reference in the last episode was not lost on me plus the obvious allusion to the Holmes brothers. Either way, the show demonstrates a complicated sibling relationship compounded by the fact they likely had a fucked up childhood, where they nonetheless care for each other in their own fucked up way.

3. Alistair’s death was so sad but I swear if it’s foreshadowing anything with Sherlock (+ him keeping the business card) I’m gonna yell. I mean, him relapsing may happen but I sure fucking hope it don’t. And if it anyway guilts Joan into not doing her own thing then they better have a really good reason for it! 😬

4. I love every time they bring back Alfredo! And Sherlock making an effort to be a sponsor and speak up at meetings and everything is very nice. I love watching the progress.

Overall, they’ve managed to have incredible characters with realistic development and do a good job of tracking the passing of time. Sherlock is genuinely a complicated person who is trying to be better (both in health and as a decent human being) and it’s just such a raw depiction of him. Gone is this stuck up know it all and in his place is a person who, while capable, really really needs people around him and needs to feel useful.

Now only if I can keep up this 4 hours a day at the gym thing… anyway please yell at me about this if you wish. Either way, I am overwhelmed with feels!

Your legs are gonna be soooooo toned. Idk how much farther you are in the series by now. S1.... I love the whole series but S1 is probably my favorite but S3 and S4 are also amazing. Wait until you meet my daughter, Kitty, in S3

Alfredo deserves the world, I've never totally been on board with Elementary Mycroft, you're right he's sus plus the whole thing with Joan was weird.

But like! The stories are good, even the usual murder of the week is super interesting! I've learned some weird stuff from this show and I love it. But watching the characters grow, watching the strong platonic love of Sherlock and Watson develop and them both grow (and regress sometimes) as people ❤❤❤. It's my favorite show for a reason.

Keep me up to date!!

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Epistolary: Great RPG Mechanics #RPG Mechanics: Week Five

You may or may not remember De Profundis. I died a little inside when I discovered it came out in 2002. In English at least. The Polish original came out even earlier. It was among a group of smaller, indie publications launching at the time– a few years later we’d start to see things like My Life With Master and The Shab Al-Hiri Roach. De Profundis, though, was a little more abstract. It’s literally play-by-post, because you write physical letters.

The basic concept is that you write sprawling, meditative letters about weirdness in a character’s life, possibly a thinly glossed version of yourself in another place or time. The letters themselves should be artifacts– physical objects you can mark up, annotate, and leave little additional clues or objects in. You send these to another player who then replies to your strangeness with queries or their own experiences. You continue this back and forth with an escalating sense of things being off.

The game leans into a Lovecraftian vibe, though it is not particularly specific about the mythos itself, which is great. That allows you to lean into one of, IMHO, the best aspects of Role-Playing": being able to consider and describe something from the first person. What would this strangeness actually look like to someone unfamiliar with the interior intricacies? There’s a whole series for the original Hunter: The Reckoning rpg from White Wolf built on this– humans trying to make sense of all the supernatural bs of the world.

The touchstone here is the work of Lovecraft and a lot of his followers. But it also points to Dracula, not the original epistolary novel, but the shadow which looms over this form for literary form in horror. That’s notable for being a strongly mixed-media piece– with different voices over time as well as newspaper clippings and summaries.

De Profundis is also interesting in that it comes about right at the turn of the millennium, when most people were starting to have email as an ever-present and constant feature in their lives. Folks began to realize that this would always be something they’d need to have and be connected to. De Profundis reacts to that by asking the players to create something concrete and not ephemeral.

It’s also interesting that De Profundis is among the first solo rpgs, a movement which has become stronger and more developed in recent years. In this sense the game really offers just a loose form– more an idea that you could do some writing like this. I don’t think there’s a direct line from De Profundis to something like Thousand Year Vampire, but there is a connection.

I never got more than a couple of exchanges into a De Profundis game. Some of that’s my own problem with solo gaming. I’ve never been able to get into play by post either. I go in with the best of intentions, but inevitably crash out. There’s not enough feedback to catch my lizard brain. So I was a little worried when I played the Good Society, with its dedicated epistolary phase.

Good Society’s gameplay has a tight structure: Novel, Reputation, Rumor & Scandal, and finally Epistolary. In this last phase players write letters, I believe 1 or 2, from the characters under their control. These can be written out fully or sketched out and then summarized by the player. I’m glad the game encourages the former and permits the latter.

These are an absolute joy. These letters offer the chance for characters to regroup and consider the implications of events from earlier. You can reveal new details, comment on occurrences, set up new plot threads, question people’s motivations. They’re dynamite as a moment of commentary. I get that they’re echoing the original literary sources, but I think it is worth considering how well they operate as a moment of reflection built into the game. That’s something I think a lot of games could benefit from mechanically.

Lots of groups do Stars & Wishes, Epilogues, Debriefs, but often these are either meta-discussions or done at the end of a campaign. Good Society has these connected to a regular cycle of play. You could build something like this into a campaign to serve as a breaker or signal for the changing of arcs. Ask each player to write or summarize a letter, journal entry, or email from their character. I think it offers way to explore character that we often don’t get in ttrpgs.

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***credits to the original creator***

FOOD

What is your favorite salad dressing?

Idk, not a big salad person. I like when my family adds shredded cheese on my salad, and then I only eat shredded cheese lol

Favorite sit-down restaurant?

Moon sushi.

Favorite pizza topping?

Just standard ingredients for capricciosa.

What food could you eat for two weeks straight and not get sick of it?

If chocolate counts, then chocolate, I do that anyway.

What do you put on your toast?

Cheese spread, normally.

What food do you eat the most?

Chicken?

Do you like food?

Sure.

Do you LOVE food?

I’m not that passionate about it, but when it’s good nothing’s better.

Do you even eat at all?

No, I photosynthesize in the sun.

What do you put on your ice cream?

Usually nothing, but sometimes chocolate syrup or sprinkles.

Do you like steak?

Yeaah, but not like too much.

Or are you a vegetarian?

Nope.

How about a vegan?

Nope nope.

What food do you hate the most?

Tomatoes!

TECHNOLOGY

How many TVs are in your house?

Just one here.

Do they all work?

Yup.

Do you have Comcast digital cable?

I don’t know but I don’t think so.

AT&T Uverse?

No?

Dish Network?

Nope.

Something else?

Yup.

What’s your favorite show?

Hmm, Squid Game, The Haunting series, AoT though that’s technically an anime, but it’s so so good.

What’s the worst show?

Lol I don’t know. Besides, I love bad shows sometimes, they relax me.

What color cell phone do you have?

It’s this really cool blue. Sadly, I broke its back glass very early on, so now I hide it with a phone case.

What kind?

Huawei P20 Lite.

What does the first text message in your inbox say and who sent it?

Ah, not gonna check now.

What was the last text you sent and who did you send it to?

Something to my best friend, probably asking her how her work’s going.

Who was the last person to call you?

My parents, I think.

Who was the last person you called?

Probably same, I hate calling people.

CURRENTLY

Are you missing someone?

Hm, I don’t think so.

What are you listening to?

Just outside noise, kids screaming, usual stuff.

Watching?

My computer screen where I’m tying this lol

Worrying about?

If I’ll be able to balance my freelancing gigs with a full-time job or if it’s better to just stick with freelancing because I like that more.

Where are you?

On my living room floor.

What’s it like there?

Pretty nice.

How are you feeling?

Not bad, actually, last night I felt kinda eeeh so I thought that mood would continue today, but I slept really well (and really long because I didn’t feel like doing anything at all) and today I feel much better.

Is anyone with you? Who?

My sister is on the balcony a few feet away.

Are you hungry?

Not really, but I could eat.

What do you want to eat?

Idk, I’m feeling Mexican food today, but that’s not gonna happen.

Thirsty?

Nope.

What do you want to drink?

Orange juice would be nice though.

What time is it?

3 PM on the dot.

LASTS

Thing you ate?

Spicy chips.

Thing you drank?

Pretty sure it’s water.

Thing you said?

No idea lol

Movie you watched?

Princess Mononoke in open-air cinema, such a cool experience!

Store you went to? What did you buy?

A supermarket, I bought some sandwiches, the aforementioned chips, some chocolates.

Person you talked to?

My sister.

Person you hugged?

No clue, not much of a hugger.

Kissed?

Not much of a kisser either lol

Yelled at?

Also not much of a yeller, so it must have been a very long time ago.

Book you read?

Anxious People by Fredrik Backman.

Thing you touched?

My laptop.

Person you became friends with on Facebook/Myspace/whatever other site?

Oh idk.

RANDOM

Are you a righty or a lefty?

Righty.

Have you ever had anything removed from your body?

A wisdom tooth only.

What is the last heavy object you lifted?

I bought some 5 kg weights for my sister and had to carry them in my backpack.

Have any scars?

Sure.

How did you get them? Any interesting stories?

Hmm, a pretty recent one is from rollerblading, my wheels got stuck on a little stone and I fell almost headfirst into some construction debris. Luckily, since I have plenty of rollerblading experience, I know how to fall, so I didn’t get seriously hurt -- just got scrapes all over. My elbow was in a particularly bad shape and now I got a nice scar to forever remind me of my adventures.

if it were possible, would you want to know the day you’re going to die?

Nope. Not how, not when, nothing.

If you could change your name, what would you change it to?

I actually wouldn’t. I never thought my name suited me, but then one day it hit me that it’s such a short, convenient, easily pronounceable name that all my foreign friends can use too, so now I like it.

Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000?

Uhhh well no, but I’d probably try for $1000. That’s good money for my country.

How about 10 bottles of ketchup?

Again, I’d try. Maybe if I had enough time, I could.

10 bottles of maple syrup?

I’ve never tried maple syrup so it’s hard to say.

A bottle of vinegar?

Okay, I draw the line there.

10 jars of peanutbutter?

With enough time, sure.

How many pairs of flip flops do you own?

None, I don’t find them comfortable.

Favorite month?

November.

Do you always answer your phone?

Lol no. I mean, I do to my family and sometimes friends, but if an unknown number is calling, well... sorry.

It’s four AM and you get a text message, who is it?

Actually, I’m the one who’s most likely to answer messages at 4 am because I often work at night. Plus, I know everyone’s sleeping then so they won’t answer right away. Sometimes I feel so pressured when I answer a message and a person writes back immediately, the exception being when it’s something urgent or arranging plans or so.

If you could change your eye color what would it be?

Probably blue. I’m cool with my boring brown eyes now tho

Do you own a digital camera?

Nope.

Do you take lots of pictures of yourself?

Not a lot, but more now than I did before.

Do you take them in front of the mirror in the bathroom?

Rarely, but it happens.

Have you ever had a pet fish?

Nope.

Pet hamster?

Nope.

Bird?

Nope.

Favorite Christmas movie?

I guess I’ll go with Home Alone.

Favorite Christmas song?

Christmas Love by Jimin.

Can you do push ups?

Loool absolutely not.

Can you do a chin up?

Nope.

Does the future make you nervous or excited?

Right now it doesn’t make me feel anything particular. I’m usually of the excited kind, though.

Ever been in a car accident?

Yes, but everyone involved was okay somehow, even though a motorcycle scraped my family car at high speed. Luckily, the guy riding it had a helmet and all that, so he only sustained very minor injuries.

Do you have an accent?

I mean, everyone does? But yeah, English is not my native language, so I probably do have a vaguely East European accent.

What song always makes you cry?

Always? Well, none, but H. by Tool usually makes me feel that particular tightness in my chest.

Have any plans for tonight?

Just German lesson.

What were you doing at 12 AM last night?

I just arrived home from cinema then, so eating.

What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?

Why are there so many notifications on my phone

#survey

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juniormint1125 · 2 years

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Chapter 4

Namjoon's POV

As I gathered up my stuff, I knew that Jin would soon be over to find out what had happened. After the look he had given me, there was no way he was going to let it go.

I knew what he was thinking. I knew he was worried that someone may have seen the interaction I had with the woman. There were enough rumors already being circulated without me adding another to the mix.

I was still holding the notebook she had given me. I hadn’t had a free moment since she had left. I carefully placed it in my bag and looked up to see Jin standing beside me. The look on his face made me flinch.

“What the hell were you thinking, Namjoon,” he said. “What if someone saw you? Or worse, what if someone photographed you? When are you going to start being more careful?”

He was talking fast because he was upset. I was sorry that I had upset him, so I apologized. “Nothing happened, Jin. She was talking quietly, and I couldn’t hear her, so I moved closer. That was it.”

“That might have been all it was to you,” Jin said, “but to someone looking for trouble, it was an open invitation. You've got to be more cautious. Hopefully, I was the only one who noticed. It’s a lucky thing that girl fell when she did.”

“Yeah,” I mumbled. I looked down at the green notebook that was partially sticking out of my bag. “She gave me this,” I said and pulled it back out. I handed it to Jin.

“What is it?” he said.

“It’s a letter,” I answered, “Well, a series of letters. She told me that she has been writing to all of us for the past year on how we have changed her life. If you had seen the look on her face when she was explaining it to me, you would have understood why I had to take it.”

Jin looked at me with an exasperated expression. “Okay,” he sighed. “Let’s go eat. I’m starving.”

He handed the book back to me and I secured it in my bag. I threw the strap over my shoulder, and we headed out into the night. The weather had turned cool. I hugged my jacket tighter against me and thought about what was written in the notebook. Making a difference in the lives of others was the most important thing to me. To know that we had helped this woman in some way meant so much, and I was anxious to read her story.

Back to the apartment we ordered dinner. While we were waiting for the delivery, I changed into some comfortable clothes and took up a spot on the couch to begin reading.

I opened the notebook, not really knowing what to expect, and began reading. Intricately lettered into the first page were three stanzas.

You don’t know me. You probably never will. I don’t know me. I worry I never will. You said to use you, Use you to love myself. I’ll pretend you’re listening. Here goes…

At the bottom of the page, was a quote by Sylvia Plath which read “I am so busy keeping my head above water that I scarcely know who I am, much less who anyone else is.” I felt a pang of empathy in my chest. I could understand what she meant. Sometimes I felt like I had no clue who I was or what the hell I was doing. I turned the page and continued reading.

She talked about her troubled relationship with her father and how that had played out in the choices she had made in her youth. She was candid about her feelings, her anxieties, and the battle with depression. What was most impactful were the individually penned letters to each of the members. I felt a little guilty reading the ones that were not addressed to me. The honesty was passionate and drew me in, so I read them anyway. The letters were not like the normal ones we received that were superficial and often embarrassing. She spoke to each one of us in a way that emphasized our strengths and offered comfort and encouragement.

I was reading a note that had been penned to Jimin when I felt someone shaking my shoulder. It was Jin. I looked up at him, blinking.

“I called your name five times,” he said. “You were out of it.”

“Sorry,” I quickly responded. “Is the food here?”

“Yes,” he said. “It’s in the kitchen.”

I stood up and followed him into the next room with the notebook still in my hand. The food smelled delicious, and my stomach growled. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was. I sat down, folded my legs underneath me, and dug in.

Jin sat across from me. After a few minutes, he looked at me and I knew that he wanted to know about the notebook.

“Well?” he said.

“It’s fascinating,” I responded. “Some of her stories are heartbreaking and raw. I feel for what she has gone though, and I can resonate with a lot of how she feels and expresses herself. But what’s amazing,” I chuckled, “are the individual letters.”

“What do you mean individual letters?” Jin said.

“Tucked throughout her stories are individual letters to each of us. Some are just about little things, like when she learned the Korean word for face and thought of you, Mr. Worldwide Handsome.” I laughed out loud, and so did Jin. “But” I continued, “most of them are really touching. It’s as if she knows each of us. I mean really knows us. Reading her letter, I feel like she knows our strengths and weaknesses and knows how to encourage and comfort us. I thought I was reading a letter from one of you guys.”

Jin chuckled and said “Hmmm.” He seemed to be considering what I had said.

I tried to gather my thoughts. We were surrounded by people who adored us, but at the same time, surrounded by people that hated us. Every day, one of us faced some sort of ridicule and criticism. It had taken a toll on all of us at one point or another.

Yes, there were people who truly did care about us. But there were also people who cared about us only for what we could offer them. They did not truly care about us for who we were. Even though this woman had never spent any real time with any of us, it felt as though she cared more about us than most of the people we were spending our lives with. It was such a strange feeling, but at the same time a relief to feel cared for.

I looked at Jin. I knew what he would say, but I spoke anyway. “We have to talk to this woman.”

“Are you out of your mind?” he blurted out. “Do you know what kind of trouble that could get us in? There is no way that no one would find out. It could destroy us.”

I understood where his fears were coming from. And honestly, I was a little afraid too, but I really believed that I had met this woman for a reason. It was no coincidence that she just happened to be at the event, and it was no coincidence that the accident had occurred which allowed her to have a moment alone with me. She had been there for a reason, and I needed the other members to believe it too.

“We’ve managed to keep secrets before. It can be done. You of all people know it can be done.” I narrowed my eyes at him as I spoke. “What happened tonight was no coincidence. I know you believe that as much as I do. Everything happens for a reason, and I think we need to find out what the reason was that we met this woman.”

Jin shook his head back and forth. “I can’t believe I’m saying this,” he said, “but, okay.”

“Yes!” I shouted.

He spoke again. “I think we need to talk with the guys and make sure everyone is on board before we make any decisions,” he said. “But first, can we finish dinner?” He laughed and swallowed a mouth full of noodles.

I laughed too and picked my chopsticks back up. A feeling of warmth flooded my face, and I knew that everything was going to be okay.

Yoongi's POV

When the event was over, all I wanted to do was go home. I was mentally exhausted from the roller coaster of emotions I had felt over the course of the day. I wanted a drink. I wanted to clear my head and make plans to get out of town. I had to get away from what I was feeling and the sooner I could do that, the better. I gathered my belongings, but before I could make it out the door, I heard Jimin calling my name. I looked up, not in the mood for chatting, but he was coming towards me smiling.

“Hello brother,” he said.

I nodded towards him and hefted up my bag. I started to walk off, but he slipped his arm around my shoulder, determined not to let me get away.

“What did you do?” I grumbled as we walked across the floor towards the door.

He smiled broadly and looked at me. “Yoongi,” he said. “I saw you. I saw how you looked at that woman. I know that you weren’t just playing your part this time.”

I rolled my eyes and pushed his hand from my shoulder. I kept walking but Jimin had stopped. I stopped and turned around. All the playfulness had left his face.

“What do you want me to say?” I asked.

His eyebrows furrowed and he looked directly into my eyes. “The truth,” he said.

Sharing my feelings was not something I was interested in doing, so I tried once more to get him to let it go. “We can’t talk about this here,” I said.

“Then I’ll come with you.” He already had his bag on his shoulder. He reached down to zip up his coat and pulled a hat out of his bag. “Let’s go,” he said.

Jimin's POV

There was no way I was letting this go. I had watched their interaction and even from a distance, it was obvious there was something there. Yoongi deserved happiness, regardless of what he thought about himself. I had seen happiness on his face as he had watched the woman. And I could now see the absence of that happiness as we walked out the door to the car.

“I’ll drive,” he said.

I knew he was hoping to use that as an excuse not to talk, but I could wait. I was going to get the truth out of him, one way or another. We drove in silence through the streets of the city. I turned on the radio, but left the volume low, trying to lighten the mood. I knew he would be mad at me for prying, but this was important to me. He pulled into the parking lot of a small, dark building on one of the side streets we had turned on.

“I need a drink,” he said.

Reaching in the back seat for his bag, he found a hat and pulled it low on his face. I followed him through the door and saw him nod to the man behind the bar. The man nodded back as if he knew what Yoongi wanted. I wondered if this was a regular routine. Was this where he so often disappeared to when he wanted to be alone? I followed him to a table in the back and took the seat opposite him.

“I don’t want to talk about this,” he immediately said.

“I’m not letting this go,” I retorted.

The man behind the bar brought over a bottle and two glasses. Yoongi nodded his thanks and poured a drink in both glasses. He pushed one across the table. I was not going to be deterred, so I pushed the glass back toward him.

“Suit yourself,” he said, downing his drink in one gulp. He sat his glass back down on the table and stared off into the distance. Hoping to make my point even clearer, I glared at him. I opened my mouth to begin my speech, but he spoke first.

“It’s not like it would matter anyway,” he said. “I’ll never see that woman again.” His stoic exterior seemed to be crumbling, so I decided to make my move.

“Actually,” I said. “You will.”

His head snapped back and anger briefly flashed in his eyes. The look quickly disappeared, and he challenged me. “What did you do, Jimin?”

I tried to appear as innocent as possible, laughing it off as if it was no big deal. Looking away I said, “I may or may not have arranged a meeting.”

“You did what?” he replied. His anger had completely disappeared, and his voice had softened into disbelief mingled with relief.

“I may or may not have arranged a meeting,” I repeated. “Look Yoongi, I know you. I can read your face, and I saw it when you looked at her. When you were with her. I know what I saw, and it was far from your usual indifference. You felt something for her.” I looked back at him, and my usual twinkle returned to my eyes. “I might even say...that it was love at first sight.”

He scoffed loudly and chuckled in embarrassment. So, I was right. Our little Yoongi had feelings after all, just like the rest of us. He was silent for a long time before he spoke again. I looked at him and he was smiling.

“Thank you,” he said.

Hoseok's POV

When I looked around, nearly everyone had disappeared. Jungkook was the only one still about, so I walked over to where he was standing.

“I guess everyone else had plans,” I chided as I approached him.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he replied. “Did you notice anything...well…strange tonight?” he asked.

Immediately the image of the woman I had spoken to flashed in my head. The connection I had felt with her had been strong and the longing I had felt for her had been startling. Now the loneliness I felt without her presence made me feel disquieted.

“The atmosphere was a little tense here tonight,” I said, trying to sound casual.

He nodded in agreement. “Have you seen Tae?” he asked.

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” I answered.

“Did you notice a woman who came through the line right after all the commotion of the girl falling? he asked. “She was short with dark hair. I think she had on a green shirt.”

I knew exactly who he was talking about. Y/N. The sweet sound of her name echoed in my head. I recalled the steely blue of her eyes as she had smiled at me. And I felt the touch of her skin again on my hand.

I pushed away my thoughts. “I think so, why?”

We started walking towards the door. I was anxious to know what he had seen.

“Well,” he said. “It was the strangest thing…Tae said something to her. I’m almost certain he said, ‘See you soon.’ Do you think he knew her?" he asked me.

“I don’t think so,” I said. “Wouldn’t he have told us if someone he knew was going to be here tonight?”

As we reached the back parking lot, we saw Tae exiting through another door a little further down. Where was he coming from, I wondered? Jungkook called to him and he looked startled as he turned in our direction.

“Where were you?” Jungkook asked as he walked in Tae's direction. As we approached, Tae threw his arm around my shoulder, smiling broadly.

“I had something to take care of,” he said. He looked at me and winked. What was going on with him? Jungkook seemed satisfied by Tae’s answer, and asked if he wanted to come to dinner with us.

“Uh…not tonight," he stuttered. "I’m not feeling well, and I want to head home and lay down. Next time.” He waved goodbye.

After his car was out of sight, Jungkook looked at me and said, “Something is NOT right.”

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