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Daryl Dixon- stupid

Note-After Woodbury war(before second attack)

Daryls pov-

"where the hell is (y/n)?" I said walking into the D-block, almost all of the main group was here, early in the morning. (y/n) and k slept in the wardens office, made it into a room.

"Good morning to you too." Glenn chuckled.

"What do you mean?" Maggie asked, turning the conversation back on track. Beth was sitting next to her with lil Asskicker in her arms, Carl next to her. Hershel and Carol were sitting at another table, looking back at me.

"She's gone." I leaned on the railing of the stairs,"she ain't anywhere in this damn place, her bike is gone, her gear is gone, she is gone."

"She didn't tell you where she was going?" Carol asked and I rolled my eyes.

"Would I be askin yall if she did?" I saw Rick finally walk out from the cells.

"What's going on?" He finished buttoning his shirt.

"(y/n)s gone." Glenn looked back at him.

"Where she go?" He looked at him and I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"So none of y'all know?"I looked at everyone, and they all shook their heads,"great to know."

Your pov-

I stopped my bike, looking up the dead road at the hospital. I could see walkers all around it, even some walking the road towards me. Hershel said we needed more medical supplies with the new large group of people. Told him I'd see what I could do. Now I know the team is gonna have my ass for leaving without saying anything, I know daryl will for a fact..unless he finds the note I left on my jacket on the dresser. I felt like I needed to do this alone though. before I found the camp at the start of this, making my way through heavily infested towns and buildings alone was just how it was for me. Didn't have to watch out for anyone else but yourself.

I kicked down the stand on my bike and got off. I had a backpack on with a large duffle bag inside. I was completely armed and ready.

I took look at the walker walking towards me and I grabbed my machete from its sheath on my back and walked towards it. It groaned and moaned, walking towards me with the heavy intention on eating me, instead, I sliced its head and it fell to the ground. I remember when Glenn, Rick, and I used walker guts to get through the large crowd of them in the city, ya know the day we left merely on the roof.

I knelt to the ground, taking a look behind me. I let out and exhale as I put my knife to the ground and grabbed the gloves I had in my pocket and put them on. I grabbed my knife, and sliced it stomach open and shivered at the unholy smell. I left out a groan as I sheathed my machete.

"Hershel this better be worth it." I dug into it stomach gathering blood and other gross parts of it and rubbed in on the front of my zipped up hoodie, I left my leather jacket at the base, decided my old hoodie would hold the smell a bit better.

I covered my arms, my shoulders, reaching around as far as I could to cover my back. I stood up, leaning down to grab more of the remains and covered the Denim over my thighs.

"Jesus Fucking Christ." I groaned as I grabbed my backpack and threw it onto my back. I looked back at my bike and looked at the hospital. It looked about a 10 minute walk, taking my bike in wouldn't be worth it with the sound...so I started walking.

I slowly limped past walkers, only being able to hear the groans and see their dead glares at me as I walked by. It was working. I felt relived that it was, I knew it would, but it was still releabing. I could see that the main entrance to the hospital was boarded up, so I started walking to where the ambulance bay was. Most if not all hospitals have been looted for medicine, their pharmacies mainly. Though there were many different areas for medication to be stored, all over the hospital not just the pharmacy.

To my Surprise, when I got to the ambo bay, there were only a few walkers, yet the bay door was open halfway. I looked around as I walked forward. I came armed, I mean two pistols on my waist, two hunting knives, my machete, backpack had 6 magazines for reloading. I'm not stupid, just idiotic.

I crawled under the metal shutter door, and got up slowly. I could hear the echo of walker groans in the ED. I looked to my left and saw a walker with no bottom half crawling towards me from the other end of the bay. I walked over grabbing one of my hunting knives and stabbed it in the forehead, I still had my gloves on, so I made a quick and hard punch to it's skull and it split right open, blood and brains pouring out. I wet my gloves with the death and rubbed it on the front of my hoodie and started walking again.

I leaned against the wall that lead into the ED And looked around. Papers on the floor, fallen privacy curtains, gurneys left against the walls and in the pathways, and not to forget the walkers slowly walking around. I counted ten of them, those were just the ones I coukd see. I slowly crept into the room, and walked into the first trusma bay, I held my knife ready as I looked around. It was empty. I looked into the emergency Med cabinet, the glass broken but a few things of IV meds still remained. I put my knife in it's holster and grabbed two of the liquid filled bags. Fluids and amoxicillin. I turned around and out them on the bed. I took my backpack off and quickly I zipped it and put them in. I turned around and opened the drawers, needles, disinfectants, IV kits, all that good shit.

Darlys pov-

It's been three hours since I woke up and (y/n) was gone. I had half a mind to go into town or something and start looking for her.

"You ever hear the expression," I heard Carol say behind me,"water doesn't boil when you watch it?"

"Three hours Carol." I glanced at her by my side,"three hours."

"Doesn't mean anything, when y'all go on runs you'd be out there longer then that."

"Don't rationalize this." I shot a sharp flare at her,"when we go on runs, people know about it."

"It's like I'm back at camp." She shook her head looking back at the fences,"you getting mad when she'd just disappear for a day or more...she always came back Darly."

"This is different." I crossed my arms and let out a sharp exhale,"back then she was just someone stayin with us-"

"Are you serious? She was just a guest?" She scoffed,"ya a guest to your tent at night."

"Got me there." I muttered,"I'm goin huntin."

"All alone?" She teased as I walked away,"don't be gone for more then three hours."

"I'll come back when I get a damn deer."

Your pov-

I walked up the emergency stairs of the hospital. The ED had a good stash I was impressed, had a lot of useful supplies. I had my empty duffel slung around my shoulder, needed the room in the backpack after I got to pediatrics, antibiotics and pain killers to last us weeks. My goal was to get to every floor I could, I didn't wanna leave till the duffle bag at least for half full. If I was going back, no, when I'm going back, I'm not coming back empty handed.

I held my machete in my blood and grimed up gloves as I pushed the door to the operation floor open. I held it open and I looked down each end of the hallway, I was by the elevators. The hallway was empty, not cluttered like the others had been. I shut the door behind me slowly and softly, hearing it click shut I made my way down the left side of the hall. Hospital was in a grid, start somewhere and you'll end up there again at some point.

I walked through the damp and musty hall quickly and silently. Leaning against the walls and looking over the corners before proceeding through.

Seeing how empty the two hallways I've been down are making me uneasy, if they're not in the hallways then they have to be in the operating or recovery rooms. I saw a blue door with the words storage on it, and I walked past it before I stopped and stared at it. Feeling like a cat hearing a fly buzzing around the living room. I walked towards it slowly, and pressed my ear against the door.

"Walkers." I whispered and took a step back. I could've opened the door, killed them, but why woukd there he medications in a storage closet? It was more like gowns and blankets, and shit like that.

I walked away from it, and saw a few walkers come out from a hallway in the middle of the one I was in. It's had to have been more then 2 hours since I covered myself in walker, I could still smell it so o hoped they could too.

I cut down a hallway just before it and saw the doors to the operation rooms, I looked in through the slivers of glass on the metals doors, seeing one or two walkers inside, I'd have better chance at getting shit in recovery...I hope.

Darlys pov-

3 hours later-

I drove the silver truck back into the prison, driving it over to all the other cars. I saw my bike, but I didn't see (y/n)s. The time on the radio said it was 11:48, meaning (y/n) has been gone for six hours. I killed the engine, tossing the keys into the cup holder and grabbed my crossbow from the passenger seat.

"Caught somethin?" I heard Rick say as I closed the door, he was walking up to the front of the truck. I gave him a nod as I closed the door walking around to the back.

"She ain't back?" I lowered the bed door, and grabbed the kegs of the deer and pulled it closer to me.

" not yet." He leaned against the side of the truck looking back at me,"if she's not back tomorrow mornin...gonna go out n'look."

"If we can't find er'?" I sling the deer over my shoulder, damn thing wasn't heavy, but food is food.

"We're gonna find her or she's gonna find us." He closed the tailgate and looked at me,"Hershel wants to talk to ya when you're free."

"Alright."

Your pov-

I was sitting on the concrete floor, leaning against the metal door to the staircase, lead to the roof. I was taking a break. I've gotten to 3 floors of this 4 floor hospital. My backpack was full, the duffle bag only with a few things like fist aid kits, suture kits, shit like that. Found them in a Med supply closet in the nurses room. Had to kill a few walkers for them, though I haven't had to kill many. I smell like I have though.

I stood up grabbing my backpack and swinging it onto my arms and shoulders. I grabbed the straps of my duffle and started walking down the stairs. The roof and 4th floor were only separated by two flights of 10 stairs.

I heard the rattling of pills in my backpack as i bounded down the stairs, hearing the thump my boots made against each step.

I pushed the door open to the ICU. Most of the other sections of this hospital had the doors locked shut, some walkers limping around aimlessly inside. I was trying to come back alive, if I had someone with me, maybe I would've gone in.

I walked down the hallway, slowing down as I turned a corner into a group of walkers. They were dressed in normal clothing, but most in scrubs. A walked past a few sitting on the ground, slowly weaving through some, hatching their dead, faded, and fogged eyes looking into mine, moving theirs jaws around and groaning. I held onto the handle of my knife, keeping my eyes forward and planted on the end of the hallway with a direction sign, pharmacy was to the left.

I looked over my shoulder at the walkers and I turned the corner, only a few walkers, and I saw the pharmacy entrance, hospital has two, the main one downstairs, the hospital's dispensary upstairs. I walked towards it, soon turning the knob and opening the door.

Room empty but cluttered, broken glass at the desk. I hoped onto the desk, feeling the glass on my knees and sliding down, hearing the glass patter on the floor. The shelters were still standing, pull bottles on the floor, open boxes laying on the ground covered in dust. I kicked a box away and I zipped my duffle bag. I picked up boxes, looking at the names, throwing the ones we could jse and needed into the duffle bag. I could heard the boxes hitting together, hearing a light chatter of pills. I made my way around, finding injections, pastes, and most importantly...the top grade pain killer safe.

I stood in front of the locked white and glass pained cabinet, the glass had metal in it, reinforced bullshit. I looked at the door and grabbed my pistol, dropping the duffle.

I wasn't gonna shoot it, I was gonna smash it. I held my pistol by the barrel and held the base to the corner of the glass.

"Dear god I know we haven't talked in ages but please don't let this be how I die." I prayed in a whisper as I raised my gun and smashed the glass. I heard the loud clank against it, the glass in the corner shattering and splitting towards the middle. I gave it a few move hard whacks and holstered my pistol and exchanged it for my hunting knife.i slid it against the white panel, jabbing it back and forth against the metal, hearing a sound close to nails on a chalkboard, the wires snapped alone the panel. I looked back towards the pharmacy door and saw walkers gazing by it, ignoring anything going on. I stabbed the glass with my knife shattering it more, enough to grab the wires and pull them up, making shards of glass rain down onto my boots. If I could get enough kf the wires pulled back I could reach inside and unhook the bar lock on the inside....and I did just that. I opened the doors and grabbed my duffle and started grabbing important shit. OxyContin, three boxes of fentanyl patches, hydromorphone...if merly was still here, I might've been his favorite person with all of this.

I raided that locker, I grabbed as much as I wanted to. I zipped my duffle up and made my way out. I shook my head, a grin on my face, Hershel better be proud.

Darlys pov-

1 hour later-

Its been 7 hours now.

I walked into the d-block, I saw Hershel and Beth sitting at one of the metal tables with Judith.

"Rick said ya needed to see me?" I walked down the few cement stairs and he looked at me.

"I think I know where (y/n) went." His hands were folded on the table. I raised my brow at him and stopped walking when k was a few feet from him.

"Where?" I crossed my arms looking at Beth who gave me a smile.

"I mentioned that we needed more medical supplies, simply mentioned it." He glanced at his hands and to me before he stood up, using the table for a little help,"I think she went to a hospital."

"No the fuck she didn't." I shook my head,"they've been raided, jus' grave yards bout now."

"Why else woukd she be gone this long?" He pitched, sitting on the edge of the table,"she went."

"Closet one is two hours out, I didn't feel her leave." He shook his head as me and Beth sighed.

"I heard her bike." Beth kept looking at the sleeping baby in her arms,"real early in the mornin, I couldn't sleep, and her bike is worked right outside of our block."

"She went on a Fuckin suicide mission." I spoke through my teeth, I shook my head and walked away. Back up the stairs, through the door. Straight out of d block.

I just looked out in front of me. Standing on the stairs outside the rusted metal sliding door. If (y/n) went to a hospital the only thing she's gonna find is her goddamn grave. I turned around and leaned against the rusted metal railing and looked down at my boots. I held onto the metal behind me tightly, My jaw tight. I just scoffed and shook mh head.

If she went to a fuckin hospital, alone, she better be smart enough to get out.

Your pov-

I walked down the cement stairs and pushed the doors open to the bottom floor where i started. I closed it quietly and started making my way back to the ED. I held onto my hunting knife as o slowly walked in the small group of walkers, my eyes moving around, watching the walkers as I passed. I turned back into the ambo bay and rushed to the shutter door. I slid under it and quickly got up and heard the clank of my machetes handle against the metal. I stopped moving and looked around, taking a deep breath as a walker that was a mere 5 feet away looked over and started walking towards me. I grabbed my machete and walked over and chopped it into its skull and kicked it away.

I made hash getting around to the front of the building and I booked it. I ran through the group of walkers, seeing them become aware of my presence rather quickly, the shaking of pills in my backpack didn't help, but I ran.

I just fuckin ran.

I dodged the grasp of walkers, dipping under their arms, weaving through and shoving them away. I didn't look back as I ran past the hospitals sign, seeing my bike come into veiw.

I looked over my shoulder, seeing the group of walkers following after me. I jumped onto my bike, hooking one of the duffles straps onto one of the handles. I kicked up the stand and grabbed the key from my pocket and put it in and started it up. I gripped the handles as I walked it around, slowing easing onto the throttle and I booked it down the road, hearing the tires screech as they picked up to the speed.

Daryl's pov-

2 hours-

I walked up the stairs to the watch tower at the front gate. I pushed the door open and saw Maggie look over at me.

"Haven't seen her yet." She answered as the door closed.

"She went to a hospital Hershel said." I followed her out onto the wrap around deck and looked out to the road.

"A hospital?" She leaned against the white railing and I leaned my forearms on it.

"Mhm." I rubbed my jaw,"she got a death wish."

"She's smart enough to not get killed." I glanced at her and she turned around and looked out at the road. Could hear an engine getting louder,"told ya."

"Son of a bitch." I stood up and walked back into the watchtower and right out the door. Maggie followed behind me as we walked down the spiral stairs.

I pushed the door open and saw (y/n)s bike getting closer, a duffle bag sat in front of her and her clothes were covered in blood. I stood in front of the gate as Maggie walked to the end and held onto it.

"Open it!" I heard (y/n) yell and Maggie slid ot open as (y/n) bike powered in. Kicking up a fleet of rocks and dust behind her. I heard her close it as I ran up the gravel road.

I slowed down when I got into the gate. She kicked her stand down and got off the bike. She took off the duffle bag and tossed it to the ground before doing the same to the backpack and holster on her back.

"(y/n)!" I yelled, she tossed her hoodie and kicked it away as I grabbed her shoulder and turned her around. My grip on her shoulder was tight, I shouldn't be grabbing her like this but k did.

"I can explain." She out her hands on my chest,"I can."

"Start talkin." I ordered and she nodded.

"We needed more medical supplies, pain meds, Antibiotics, IVs, gauze, all of that." She spoke quickly but clearly,"so I went to the hospital, over run by walkers in the outside but decently clear on the inside." She didn't break eye contact with me as she spoke,"I got two full bags of supplies."

"At the cost of yer' goddamn life." I growled and she looked away and I pushed her away lightly,"Fuckin suicide mission."

"I ain't dead am I?" She crossed her arms,"nah I ain't dead, I didn't even come close...we'll till till the end when I sprinted through the herd outside."

"Welcome back (y/n)!" I heard Glenn say as he walked up towards us.

"Ya sprinted through a herd of walkers?!" I raised my voice and k saw her flinch just a bit.

"And I didn't die!" She yelled back,"about time you fuckin realize I ain't someone who needs you constantly protectin my ass!" She took a step towards me,"I can handle myself and my life, it ain't your goddamn job!"

"You fuckin made it!" I yelled and she scoffed and shook her head.

"I didn't make you do shit." Her voice was calm but spitting venom,"you made it."

"Whatd ya get?" Glenn spoke up, we both looked at him and he out his hands up slightly,"I'm just here for the supplies not the soap opera."

"All the pain killers and antibiotics we coukd ever need, and kits." She looked back at me,"you should be saying thank you. Now if you don't mind, Imma go park my bike and take a fuckin shower."

I didn't say anything she she got back onto her bike and started it up. Glenn picked up the two bags and looked down at the hoodie as she slowly drove off to the other veichles.

"That thing is covered in walker." He kicked the one grey hoodie around and chuckled and looked at me,"she's alive, be glad."

"You a shrink?" I crossed my arms and he shook his head.

"I was a pizza boy." He shrugged and walked away and looked back at me,"come on, you can't be made at two bags full of supplies."

"I ain't." I walked towards him as we walked over to the D block entrance, (y/n) coming out from the side of the building.

Your pov-

I sat on the middle cement stair of the dining area kf the D block as Hershel and Glenn u zipped the two bags. daryl was standing by the table with his arms crossed over his chest looking down at the table, and Rick was standing next to him.

"Jesus (y/n)." Glenn chuckled,"holy shit."

"I was shocked as well." I have a light chuckle,"had to break open the narcotic locker for the good stuff." I looked down at my hands seeing the cuts on them from breaking and moving the wires, guess they weren't as resistant as I thought.

"This is a lot of medical supplies." Rick noted looking over ag me,"good job."

"Thanks." I flashed him a smile and stood up,"I had to cover myself in walker to get through that place."

"How over run was is it?" Hershel asked placing down a pill box.

"Outside was crowded, less then half of the herd we had at the farm, not a lot but ya know,

A lot." I shrugged and Leaned on the railing,"only killed a handful of walkers."

"Did it look like a hospital horror movie?" Glenn asked examining a box,"how the hell did you find fentanyl?"

"Ya found fentanyl?" daryl asked looking over at me.

"Med locker." I looked back down at my hands, catching glimpse of my gore stained thighs,"I apologize for not telling anyone, it was stupid-"

"Ya Damn right it was." daryl shot back and I looked at him.

"It was stupid, but I made it out alive and that's all that matters at this point." I continued and he shook his head at me,"With how everyone thinks hospitals are completely raided I knew none of you would've believed the fact there was still usable materials."

"I sure wouldn't of believed it." Rick looked at us all,"it was stupid, but...this amount of supplies cancels that out right now."

" hallelujah." I muttered,"well, I'm gonna wash the walker off of me, I'll see y'all later."

"I'll go get Dr.S." Rick said as I walked away to the catacombs entrance.

Darlys pov-

I wasn't mad at (y/n), I wasn't. I was terrified, worried, as those emotions turned to anger when I saw her. I realized that when she left D block. I heard the shower running as I walked into the tiled bathroom.

"(y/n)?" I called out, walking towards the shower curtains,"(y/n)."

"Go the hell away Darly, ain't in the mood to argue with ya." She spit back as I heard water hitting the titles. I leaned against the wall of sinks and crossed my arms.

"I'm sorry." I stated, and k heard her hum,"(y/n) I am."

"I know you are, but I'm not." I heard the shower stop and the rustle of the curtain,"I did what I did, and I succeeded."

"Never said ya didn't." I let out a breath,"woulda liked to know where ya were leavin to atleast."

"I left you a note dimwit."she poked out from the shower curtain, I raised my brow at her and she rolled her eyes and dipped back into the shower,"on the dresser on my jacket."

"Ain't no letter on yer damn jacket." I denied as she walked out from the shower, towel wrapped around her body.

"You look on the dresser, my jacket is laying ontop of it, there is a piece of paper saying exactly where I am." She walked towards me, some water droplets falling from her hair onto her shoulders, neck and face,"I'll make you a deal."

"What's that?" She stood a foot away from me now, with a grin.

"If that note is there, you owe me an apology...not with your words though, if it's not there..." her face was a few Inches from mine,"then I'll do whatever it is you want me to do. Deal?"

"Deal." She held her hand out and I took it, she gave it a hard shake and let it go,"I'll get dressed and we can head over."

"Your hand is bleedin." I looked at my palm, seeing a bit kf blood on it. She looked at her hands and groaned.

"Fuckin Med cabinet!" She yelled, a little stomp of her door followed after.

"So ya did get hurt." I pointed at her hands and wiped my palm on my jeans.

"Oh go fuck yourself Darly." She retreated back to the shower and I heard the fumbling of clothes.

"Seems like I'll be gettin fucked either way in a few minutes over er." I chuckled lightly and heard her scoff. Though I couldn't see her I knew she was shaking her head at me, rolling her eyes with a shit eating grin.

"You're one cocky son of a bitch." She soon said walking out from behind the curtain, her towel thrown over her shoulder in new clothes and different boots. She walked towards me and hooked two fingers into my flannel,"come on daryl let's go see who owes who an apology." She pulled me behind her by my shirt, not letting go for s second, mainly due to how I grabbed onto her wrist keeping her hand there.

Your pov-

We walked down the hall, my fingers still hooked into Daryl's shirt. I loved this part of the prison, mostly because it didn't really look like a prison. The walls weren't cement, they had wallpaper, lined with offices, and the library was close by. I looked over my shoulder at the man with the deadpan expression on his face and twisted the doorknob and pushed it open. I took a side step and removed my hands from him before placing it onto his shoulder and pushed him in.

"Check the jacket." I closed the door behind me as he walked over to the fake wood dresser, we made a run one day, just him and I and looted some houses.

He went to reach for the brown leather jacket and stopped.

"Motherfucker." He muttered and picked up the paper,"left around three this mornin, going on s run to the hospital two hours out west, see ya later."

I locked the door and walked over to him and took the paper out of his hands and placed it back down. He just looked at the jacket shaking his head slowly. I grabbed his shoulder and turned him.

"You know what you have to do now." I spoke slowly and leaned up to his face,"you're my bitch for the next few hours."

"I ain't no one bitch." He shook his head and I let out a exhale through my nose and gave him a look of pitty.

"For the next few hours you're my bitch, then I'll go back to being your bitch." I shrugged and leaned up to him, I wrapped my arms up and over his neck, his hands grabbing onto my waist and whispered ,"say it."

"Say what?" The edges of his lip curled slightly into a smirk.

"You know." I pressed,"say it."

"No." He shook his head and turned us and pushed me into the bed.

My knees hit the mattress and I sat down on impact as he walked over to me, standing in front of me and leaned down a bit.

"Say it." I smiled and grabbed onto his flannel, the arms cut off showing off his arms that I loved so much.

"You better know how much I love you women." He shook his head and gave in,"I'm yer bitch..and I'm sorry."

"Good boy." I smiled and gave him a kiss,"now get me out kf these clothes and show me."

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Hell of a Ride (2/2)

When someone finally makes it through the Gauntlet, Gage's relieved that they might finally have a candidate for Overboss--until he sees that the contender's just a kid. Still, she's the first who's gotten this far in a long time, so maybe there's some merit to her skills, and would be a good fit for the role after all. Besides, kids can be bossed around, right? See Part 1 for additional tags. Part 1 // 2

Gage dragged himself to his feet to survey the damage. The corner of the arena was black, and near the center of it, what was left of Colter in his power armor. A piece of the oversized helmet was dented and cracked, embedded in the arena guard rail.

Gage had to hand it to the kid—she at least put on a good show before she blew herself up. Took who she could down with her. If the groans and screams from the stands were any indication, Gage was sure she killed one or two of the gang members right up against the fence from the debris. Fucking idiots.

Then, in the smoldering wreckage, Gage spied some movement. Still on his back, Colter tried to roll over, get on his feet, and do something. Gage couldn’t tell if it was death throes or if he was still alive, just trapped in that stupid fucking power armor, burning up. If Colter survived this, he was gonna skin Gage alive for the Thirst Zapper stunt.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, something else moved.

It might have been a curse, or maybe it was just an unintelligible scream of rage and adrenaline. The kid jumped out of the wreckage, blackened and burning, and unloaded the remainder of the magazine into Colter’s face. The rattling of bullets against the ground punctuated her rage, and when the gun clicked and the ammo expended, she threw it aside, grabbed her machete, and kept chopping, screaming until her voice gave out and there was no way that Colter was alive anymore. With a final swing, arching blood across the arena floor, the kid stopped her bloody double tap as soon as she began it.

Her entire body heaving, she did a brief sweep of the crowd. Gage thought she would jump onto the fence and go mental, but she didn’t. As the seconds ticked by, her tense shoulders started to droop, little by little. She slowly started to lower her machete.

Everyone let out the breath they were holding. Finally, the kid looked at him, jaw set, spitting mad. A plan began to form.

Redeye’s voice crackled over the speakers. “Gage, what the hell just happened?”

He had to get it together, or all of this would be for nothing. Turning to the crowd, Gage shouted over the growing discontent. “You saw it–we all saw it! Colter’s dead.”

He could work with this. Gage grinned and waved a hand at the kid to present her. She spat a glob of blood onto the floor and what looked like a tooth.

“We’ve got ourselves a new Overboss.”

He heard the complaints, especially from the gang leaders. Worried all this talk would spook the new boss, Gage waved his hand and leaned closer to the microphone. “Hey, we talked about this. She survived the Gauntlet. She was smart enough to take my advice and strong enough to kill Colter. She’s what we need. So how about we show some new respect from our new leader.”

“Leader?” the kid asked. Her voice cracked, making it sound like a hiccup. Gage would be pissed if this psychopath started crying, so he waved her off discreetly and kept talking to the crowd.

“All right, all right, now get the hell out of here. I’ll show the new boss around.”

People would be talking about this fight for weeks. Gage eyed the leaders of each gang, talking with their seconds and amongst their crews. Sure, Mason looked mildly annoyed and Nisha was unreadable, but Mags and her brother looked mildly impressed, if not a bit curious.

Gage had to admit the kid had left a good impression. She was tougher than she looked.

Spookier, too. When Gage turned back to the door, she had moved to cracked glass, staring at him like she was out of a god damned horror story with blood dripping down her face. He couldn’t figure out if it was hers or Colter’s, so he decided it was better not to know. He also opted to not open the door and hoped she wasn’t crazy enough to crawl through the broken windows.

“That went better than expected,” said Gage. “But you gotta listen real close, and you listen good. You just helped us complete a plan that’s been in motion for months.”

The kid’s pupils were starting to return to their normal size, contracting properly with the flashing lights. Gage went through the general overview of the place, the three gangs, how the whole place was just one short fuse from blowing sky high, and how she was going to help him smooth things out. As he explained the situation, he wondered how the kid was going to take it. She didn’t seem much different from the other teenagers who wandered too close to Nuka World and got caught up in one of the gangs, either as a new member or as a new victim. A few well-placed threats would probably make her complacent–at least, until Gage could figure out if she could actually stick around, or just be a stand-in until someone better showed up and crushed her in the Gauntlet.

“What if I don’t want to?” asked the kid.

“Well, you can try and make a break for it,” Gage replied, “where you become hunted by some of the crazier guys here, or you die somewhere out there between here and the Commonwealth. There’s no way in hell you’re gonna be able to get enough supplies to get there, and that transit ain’t running until we say it does.”

She nodded at this, shifting where she stood. Weighing her odds, probably. “Right.”

“And you’re gonna do what I say if you want to stay alive. Got it?”

She nodded again, a little smaller.

“Stand up straight. You just killed the Overboss—now act like it.”

“Fuck you,” she said again, but she stood tall and squared her shoulders.

“Good. You got a little bite. You’re going to need it.”

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Author's notes: I always liked the concept of the Nuka-World DLC, but never liked how it was handled in canon. My Sole Survivor, Tallahassee, would never have wandered that way due to her own quests and personal issues, but I didn't want to rule out the entire DLC.

However, my Fallout 4 OC, Murk Mathis, would wander there--especially after she gets duped by Harvey at the Nuka-World transit center. Her father's raider background is a bone of contention for her and part of her overall character development in the story arch of my mind for her. Tallahassee shows up later, of course, but for now, I always wanted to get this piece of the story out onto paper.

#fallout 4 #fallout #fallout 4 oc #fallout 4 nuka-world #nuka world dlc #porter gage #fan fic #one shot #oc: murk mathis #my writing

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agustdwrites · 1 year

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You woke up later than usual the next morning. You’d had a rough night running scenarios through your mind. You sighed as you looked to your right, picking up the radio. As you brought it to your mouth, alarms went off, making you jump.

You hurried out of bed and quickly made your way to the weapons room to see what was going on. It couldn’t be Nightcrawlers could it? As you scanned the screens you could see that none of the usual locations had signs of anything aside from the off infected dragging themselves around.

Your eyes widened as you spotted the area the signal was coming from. Yoongi and the guys were a few blocks away, walking down a street that was all too familiar to you. No no no.. please don’t go there, please..

You watched as they approached a big building with four floors. Your heart raced, as they got closer. You ran to your room to grab your radio, hurrying back to watch the screen. As they reached the door of the building you hit the button, “Yoongi!” Nothing. “YOONGI!” Still nothing. He must have left the radio back at the base.

You dropped the radio, throwing on your gear and running out the door. Your leg was killing you as you ran through the snow, but you couldn’t stop. You had to push through this before it was too late.

The boys struggled to get into the building. The doors were locked and they couldn’t find another access point but it had to have some decent supplies so they refused to give up. Jungkook pulled out his crowbar, jamming it in the door as both he and Namjoon pushed on it to pry open the doors.

When it finally opened they looked around the entrance, checking for traps before they piled in. The place was a gold mine, there was ton of supplies all over. As they grabbed a few things here and there, Jimin stopped. He looked around suspiciously. “What’s wrong?” Taehyung asked. “Do you hear that?” Everyone stood quite, listening for whatever it was Jimin had heard. When they heard a loud bang coming from the top floor, the pulled out their weapons, slowly walking up the stairs.

When they reached the floor they stopped again, listening closely for where the sound was coming from. As they heard a low growl coming from a few doors down. Namjoon took lead, slowly walking towards the door. “Everybody get ready.” He whispered. Namjoon kicked the door open, everyone shooting immediately when they came face to face with a Nightcrawler on the other side of the room.

You pushed through the pain, groaning as your leg throbbed. When you reached the building you pulled out a set of keys and quickly made your way inside. As soon as you closed the door behind you, you heard gunshots going off upstairs. “No!” You ran up the stairs, bringing yourself more pain but you needed to get up there.

When you ran into the room you saw Namjoon standing over the Nightcrawler with a machete. “DON’T!” They all jumped and turned to you, watching as you struggled for air, dragging yourself into the room. “Don’t do it Namjoon.” He raised an eyebrow, “This is a fucking Nightcrawler, we’re not leaving it alive, are you crazy?” He raised the machete up high, freezing when you shot just past his head. “I said drop it.”

They all turned to you again, eyes wide as you stood there with a gun pointed at Namjoon. “Y/n, what are you doing?” Yoongi asked hesitantly, slowly approaching you. “Namjoon, put it down or I swear to god I will shoot you.” Tears were running down your face as you stood your ground. “What is wrong with you?” Jimin questioned. Yoongi approached, touching your shoulder gently before you shrugged him off.

“What’s going on Y/n?” You took in a sharp breath, still staring down Namjoon. “PUT IT DOWN!” You shouted. Yoongi quickly grabbed the gun from your hands, wrapping his arms around you as you screamed and tried to fight him off. “DON’T KILL HIM! PLEASE!” Yoongi struggled to hold you as you kicked around. He held on to your tighter, growing more concerned by the second.

“Y/n tell us what’s going on!” He pleaded, as you still struggled against him. “This is ridiculous, we have to kill it!” Your eyes widened in horror as Namjoon raised the machete over his head again.

“IT’S MY BROTHER!”

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queerstudiesnatural · 2 years

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i'm not the first one to say this but. what if dean had run into emma in purgatory. i can't think about this too much rn i can't handle it but. what if

#he hears a noise behind him and turns around with his machete in hand ready to behead a monster and it's. his daughter #and she's looking at him with wild inhuman eyes and her hair is a mess and she's all bloody and she's just standing there #staring at him with pain and hate and fear and confusion all over her face #and he's still holding the machete so he slowly puts it down and holds his hands up because holy shit that's his daughter #''emma? is that- do you-'' fuck he can't think right now that's his DAUGHTER #''do you remember me?''#and emma is still just staring and her lips are curled but she's not moving. not attacking.#and before he can think about it dean is pulling her against his chest like ok it's ok i'm not gonna hurt you we're ok #and they just kinda stay together. even though emma is still not saying a word #the first time she speaks to him is to warn him that vamps are approaching. then to say she's hungry.#then to ask who benny is and why dean is teaming up with a vamp. when he hated monsters so much he killed his own daughter #and dean freezes and he's like ''i'm. i didn't-sam-i'm so sorry emma. you-i guess you deserved a chance and i-i'm sorry''#and then they don't speak again for a few days or weeks #but they stick together and when they finally leave purgatory emma leaves with them #finding emma's body is a drag because he barely remembers where they buried her #but he does and emma mumbles a thanks and she goes to leave but dean is like hey where are you going?#you're coming with me. i mean...if you want. i- you could stay. please.#and emma has nowhere to go really so she does. seeing sam again is kinda traumatic and she growls at him and she never stays alone with him #she mostly sits around and waits for them in the car and in motel rooms. she slowly opens up. mostly to dean #she still doesn't trust sam. and one day they meet claire again and she likes claire. she talks to claire. she laughs with claire.#slowly she becomes a person again. she learns what she likes and doesn't like. she watches tv. she eats burgers and adds seasoning #bc dean has no taste. she finds clothes that feel like her. she doesn't call dean dad until one day she does and dean almost passes out #but then he's holding her close like holy shit that's my daughter. i'm a dad. holy shit #anyway that's the sort of thing i like to think about. for fun #rain posts #supernatural #deancore #emma supernatural #emma spn #dean and emma

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dominantslasherking · 2 years

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Imagine Jason dating a tall dominant Male reader and gets jealous of a camper flirting with Male reader and ends up having jealousy sex

So basically Power bottom Jason Ig sorry not good at requesting

Jason voorhees with a Dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+ POWER BOTTOM JASON

Jason was in fact enraged, his dearest lover would typically pose as another camper to 'attack from the inside' as his lover would call it, but this time it was different, no people weren't having sex, much worse, flirting with (Name)! And having unpure thoughts about him when they clearly weren't together.

However, the killer knew better than to jump in and kill the petite male that was flirting with you while other campers watched in amusement. Jason couldn't hold himself as he rammed his machete into a tree over and over until he felt even a slight amount of calmness.

Jason knew that you tried to move or get away from the camper, but the camper thought you were just being playful and continued to pursue you, much to Jason's annoyance and hatred.

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He couldn't help it, he was giving a small smile under his mask while looking at the guts of the guy who was flirting with you fall onto the floor as he screamed out in horror, before Jason slashed at his head, getting his machete stuck in his throat before continuing to jam his machete until the camper is decapitated.

Jason exited the cabin, making way to his own personal cabin, where you were currently residing without a care in the world. Walking through the woods Jason didn't stop his swift walking movements until he saw his cabin insight, not bothering to knock he entered looking at you.

"You're back," Your husky voice rang out, standing up from the couch your towering figure hovering over Jason as he put down his machete and walked over to you.

"What's wrong, typically you would give me a hug??" You questioned confused not knowing his bubbling jealousy.

You swiped your finger across his mask, the blood trailing down your finger as you took a lick of it. "Yea, that's not jam..." You muttered out quickly not expecting Jason to push you down onto the soft carpet of the floor.

"It's about that Camper, isn't it? Look I'm sorry- I couldn't really do much, because he kept-" Jason took off his mask and brought you into a kiss, you quickly leaning into it enjoying the fact that he was taking lead.

Never even expecting your big soft boy to take control this was surely an interesting factor.

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Jason's muscles and abs rippled with sweat as he began to bounce up and down on your enormous cock, his hands were placed on your chest as he continued to rapidly bounce and let out whines of pleasure.

He threw his head back as he ejaculated everywhere, his bounces halted before quickly picking up the pace not even giving you a chance to even beg to cum inside him.

Feeling the pulsations of your cock Jason suddenly got up and changed position as you laid there and watched.

Once he was in the reverse cowgirl position, he moved his ass in a circle motion enjoying the fact that your cock didn't even slip out once.

Jason slowly started to move, knowing that he was teasing you, now he wanted you to beg, "Pl-PleAse~" Your cracked voice slurred out, "Cmon, Pleeaseee! leett me cumm~-" continuing to beg, in a slurry voice. The slasher finally gave in, wanting to feel you claim his ass.

Jason's abs suddenly tense up as he ruthlessly pounded himself onto your cock.

Your hands made their way to Jason's plump ass as you gripped onto it harshly before letting out a groan of pleasure, releasing your seed deep inside him.

The cum was seeping out as Jason was still riding. Jason stopped. Letting your cock rest in him for a bit, before suddenly standing up and covering his face shyly, surprised at his own actions which he acted out of on in the impulse of jealousy.

"That was...amazing..." You spoke to him gently, praising him like you normally would after heated sex.

#jason voorhees #camp crystal lake #jason x reader #slasher x reader #x reader #Jason voorhees x male reader #x male reader #Jason x male reader #slasher x male reader #Power bottom Jason voorhees #Power bottom Jason voorhees x male reader

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Being from District 1 and being in the 75th Hunger Games with Finnick…

Finnick Odair x Male reader

Warnings: It’s the goddamn hunger games so people dying and lots of violence, talk about two people hooking up.

(A/N: This is based on the movie because i didn’t feel like re-reading the book before writing this)

Growing up in District 1 had it’s advantages because unlike most districts yours has a good relationship with the capital and you are illegally trained for the hunger games so you get an advantage.

…buuuut there is a disadvantage, you are taught the games are just that GAMES and ignore the parts where you might end up traumatised or worse dead.

And that is how you ended up in the games, you volunteered but mostly because you were taught that the games are a good thing and because your parents pressured you into it.

However you ended up winning but not without some mental scars.

You took your winnings and moved into the victors village but without your parents not ever wanting to speak to them again.

You lived peacefully for a while until you didn’t because the capitol decided that for the third quarter quell the tributes would be reaped from the victors of each district.

When you saw that you may or may not have had a nervous brakedown.

Then came the day of the reaping, you told yourself that you were not likely to be picked since District 1 had several other Male victors.

”As for the male tribute… Y/N L/N”

But then you were picked anyway… *cries*

So alongside Cashmere you headed for the Capitol in one of their fancy trains.

You had been allowed to chose your mentors, Cashmere had chosen her brother Gloss. You had picked Augustus Braun, Panem’s favorite son, (he was a character created for promo photos for the movies, the guy who ”plays” him is really hot). He had been your mentor during the year you won so he knew how to work with you and plus he is nice :).

When you arrived at the trainstation there were a huge crowd waiting for you. Augustus advised you to try to appear sad but still wave to the capitol citizens and treat them kindly so they might sympathize with the fact that your back in the games.

You met up with your prep team and they made you strip naked so that they could look you over and make you look presentable.

After they finished they got you into your outfit for the tribute parade.

(A/N: Your outfit is whatever the male version of this would look like)

You were walking towards the chariots for the parade when you heard a catcall whistle and you knew immediately who it was.

You turned around and were met with a almost naked Finnick Odair a familiar sight as you had hooked up the year before while being mentors for the tributes.

”Hello Finnick” you said in a voice implying that you were not in the mood for his flirting.

He caught the hint and the two of you had a normal conversation. You asked how Annie and Mags were doing as you were rather fond of both of them.

He said they were doing fine considering the cicumstances. The two of you talked for a while but eventually Finnick went to try to make Katniss Everdeen uncomfortable for fun.

You climbed in to the chariot and helped Cashmere get up as she was wearing 8 inch stilettos.

After the tribute parade you are escorted to the training center with the rest of your group.

The next day training began, you went directly for the throwing knives which was your preferred weapon.

Then you were approached by Peeta Mellark, last years winner, he asked you to show him how to throw knives. You agreed to show him and you gave him some tips and tricks that you used. He then showed you how to do some simple camouflage.

You liked Peeta he was the kind of person that was hard not to like, unlike his district partner.

You and Cashmere invited Katniss to the place where they showed you how to make hammocks and it was noticable that she was a bit suspicious to be talking to career tributes.

The training days passed by and you did well on your private session but now it was time for the interviews.

When you got out on the stage you threw your arms around Caesar Flickerman as if he was your lover, which in turn got you a ”Awww” from the audience.

You turned on the waterworks, you talked about how much you will miss the capitol citizens for treating you like family and that you regret not reconciling with your parents after a fight you had before you left and not getting to say goodbye to them. It was all lies though but it was enough to fool the audience.

The audience gave you a standing ovation while you joined Cashmere standing in a line above the stage.

The rest of the tributes gave their interviews (Johanna’s was your favorite) and then Peeta during his interview told Caesar that Katniss was pregnant and all hell broke lose.

That evening you were visited by Haymitch and he told you that Peeta had wanted you as an ally and about the rebellion and about their plan to get Katniss out of the arena.

You agreed to the plan.

Before you went in to the arena you said goodbye to your escort, prep team, stylist, Gloss and Augustus.

You also said goodbye Cashmere since you knew you were on different sides in the arena and you said a silent prayer that you wouldn’t have to be the one to kill her.

You were then taken aboard the hovercraft and flown to the arena. You were then escorted to the small elevator thing that takes you the podiums in the arena.

You stood in the elevator waiting anxiously for the game to start. You also realised that you didn’t know who your other allies would be other than Katniss and Peeta.

The podium then started rising until you were inside the arena. Your eyes were blinded by the sunlight and you looked around and saw that the podioum was surrounded by water.

You saw that there were rocky spokes connected to the island where the cornucopia was located.

Then you heard a voice saying ”Let the 75th Hunger Games begin, May the odds be ever in your favor” a voice started counting down from 10 and you prepared yourself to dive in.

A canon went of as the starting signal for the games and you dove right in to the water and swam to one of the rocky spokes and climbed up on it.

You saw someone else had climbed up on it behind you but didn’t care to find out who so you tried to run but they had roughly grabbed a hold of your arm and were trying to drag you back.

You turned around and saw the male tribute from district 9. Without thinking further about it you clenched your fist and punched him in the nose. He let go of you and you started running towards the cornucopia.

You looked around and realised that you were now at a disadvantage from only being held back for a few seconds.

You reached the cornucopia and tried to sneak around it to see who was there but Finnick suddenly appeared around the corner and pointed his trident at you for a second but brought it down as soon as you made eye contact.

”Come on” he said and led you to the weapons. You picked up vest with a bunch of throwing knives attached to it and put it on.

You had put it on just in time as the man from 9 had reached the cornucopia as well. His nose was bleeding from your punch. You got a knife from the vest took aim and threw a knife at his throat, you hit just as intended.

You got an extra leg holster with throwing knives and a regular knife incase needed for close combat.

Finnick told you to stay by the supplies to guard them with Katniss while he looks for Peeta. You nodded at him as he ran off.

Katniss and you stood guard for a while until Finnick returned saying Mags had found him. You and Katniss followed him as he led you out on one of the spokes leading out from the cornucopia.

You saw movement in the water as Peeta was wrestling with a tribute trying to drown him. Finnick dived in to help Peeta, you turned to the cornucopia to check so no one would sneak up behind you.

Soon enough Peeta and Finnick were out of the water and the 5 of you made your way in to the jungle.

You all ran through the difficult jungle terrain except Mags who was carried on Finnick’s back.

After getting far enough from the cornucopia you all kneeled down for a quick rest. You heard more canons going off meaning more people had died.

”I guess were not holding hands anymore” Finnick said with a quick laugh. ”You think that’s funny?” Katniss asked with obvious hostility in her voice. You made quick eye contact with Peeta basically saying ”Fuck, they are going to be fighting”.

”Every time that canon goes of it’s music to my ears, i don’t care about any of them” Finnick answered. ”Good to hear” Katniss said pulling out a machete from her quiver. ”Wanna face the career pack alone? What would Haymitch say?” Finnick asked teasingly.

”Haymitch isn’t here” Katniss stated and there was silence for a moment until Peeta said ”Let’s keep moving” and you all got up and continued moving through the jungle.

Peeta walked in front using the machete to cut plants and vines out of the way, Finnick was behind him carrying Mags, you were behind Finnick and Katniss was behind you.

You noticed Katniss stopping behind you as you turned to see if anything was wrong she yelled ”Peeta! NO!” and right behind you there was a bang and you were knocked to the ground by Peeta flying backwards.

You sat up and saw Katniss crawling over to Peeta repeating his name slowly as he lay motionless on the ground. You then heard her say in a panicy voice ”He’s not breathing”, Finnick ran over to him and started doing mouth to mouth resuscitation. You crawled over to see what was happening.

After a while he woke up again and you all started to move slowly but Katniss was now in the lead, she threw small rocks at the barrier so that you could navigate how close you were to it.

Katniss told the 4 of you to wait while she climbed up a tree to see your location and if she could find fresh water. When she got down she told you that you were on the edge of the arena and that she couldn’t find any water.

Finnick suggested that you should set up camp and sleep, he said he could take first watch to guard the others to which Katniss disagreed which in turn made Finnick upset since he literally saved Peeta.

Honestly you were tired of both of them so you rolled your eyes and walked away to find somewhere decent to sleep.

You found a spot close to Mags where you laid down and shut your eyes but that didn’t last long as you heard the anthem playing and you looked up and saw the faces of the fallen tributes.

When you saw the face of the man from district 9 you felt ashamed. You wondered if he had a lover or children at home who had to watch him bleed to death from a knife to the throat.

You turned around so you lay on your other side and your y/c/e met with Mags kind eyes and she gave you a small smile as if she had read you mind which you returned shyly.

(A/N: I had to stop a second just for some Mags appreciation because she’s one of my favorite characters in the hunger games universe.)

You closed your eyes again trying to sleep but you then heard something hit the ground you sat up and looked to Katniss and Finnick who had gone to inspect the noise.

It turned out to be a sponsor gift, you stood up and walked over to them. Katniss held a small silvery thing. ”What is it?” Finnick asked. ”It’s from Haymitch…… I think it’s a spile” Katniss answered.

”A what?” Both you and Finnick asked as Katniss stood up and found a tree and started banging on the spile with a rock hitting it in to the tree.

You all waited for a moment but soon water started trickling down from the spile. Katniss caught some in her mouth and told the others to get some, first Peeta got some, then Finnick and the you.

You were on you knees infront of the spile, you got a mouthful of water. Finnick walked up beside you with a small smile and said ”As much as i like seeing you on your knees, can you move over a little? I need some more water for Mags”. You laughed a little and moved aside.

”Seems like someone has gotten his wittiness back” you said and Finnick gave a small laugh and started filling a leaf he had shaped like a bowl for Mags.

After that you went to your previous resting place and laid down to sleep again. You were woken up at some point by what sounded like a gong and the sound of lightning but you managed to get back to sleep.

You were woken up by the sound of Katniss screaming, you quickly got up and pulled out your close combat knife. You saw no one but Katniss, she was laying on the ground whimpering and there was a closing in behind her.

”Run! Run! The fog is poisonus” she yelled you helped Mags get up as Finnick crouched down to get her up on his back. When she was safely up you started running following Katniss and Peeta.

You passed Katniss and Peeta as being quick was sort of your specialty.

It was hard to know where to go as almost everywhere you turned the fog seemed to be coming closer. You heard falling behind you and saw that Katniss had fallen over but Peeta had helped her up. Then a little bit after that Peeta fell over and Katniss helped him up, you turned around to come to their aid but you heard Finnick screaming and saw him falling over.

You ran to Finnick to help him get up but by the time you got there he was already up and he had gotten Mags back up on his back. You grabbed him by the arm and helped him away from the fog. You and Finnick saw that Peeta had fallen over once again from exposure to the fog.

You and Finnick ran to him and Katniss. ”I can’t carry him, Peeta please” she said with tear stained eyes. You tried to help carry Peeta but it was no use you weren’t strong enough.

Behind you heard Finnick saying ”Mags? Mags?” You turned around and saw Mags walking right into the fog (like the boss she is).

(R.I.P Queen, both the actress and character)

”MAGS!” Finnick screamed and the came the sound of canon. You grabbed Finnick by the arm and Katniss told him that we need to leave.

Finnick helped pick up Peeta as you picked up Peeta’s machete and started cutting away plants that were in the way. The others staggerd away from the fog, you ran to Katniss side to try help her keep up.

You feel the fog touching you back as immense pain shoot through you whole body and then the 4 of you fell… not because the fog though but because there was a huge drop that you hadn’t noticed.

When you land you just lay on the ground twitching and flinching from the pain.

After a while you hear Katniss saying ”The water, the water helps”. You tried to get up but you body was like on lockdown. You hear them helping Finnick into the water, Finnick tries to let out a scream but gets water in his mouth.

Peeta comes to you and drags you up into a sitting positon saying ”Come on” as if he’s talking to a child but it was strangely comforting. He then pulls you into the pond making you let out a scream from a sudden sharp pain but the pain slowly starts to fade away.

The group takes a little brake now to rest and you can’t help but to whisper a little ”thank you” to Mags.

You then hear Katniss saying to Finnick ”I’m sorry about Mags”. Finnick answered by saying ”She was never gonna make it….so”.

Finnick then turned his attention to something behind Katniss, you turned around and saw some sort of monkey like creature staring at you, whatever they were they didn’t look friendly so you pulled out your combat knife in one hand and a throwing one in the other.

All 4 of you stood in the little pond surrounded by the mutts, you were all waiting for one to attack. ”Get to the beach” Katniss said and turned towards a path that lead towards the cornucopia but the mutts started looking more aggressive.

One tried to jump at Katniss but was cut down by Peeta which made more start to attack.

You weren’t really that well equipped to deal with animals but you tried your best. A mutt tried to jump at you but you kicked it in the face and threw a knife at it.

Another one ran towards you so threw a knife at it’s arm making it shriek in pain and you ran over and stabbed it with the combat knife.

”We need to get to the beach” Peeta said as he and Katniss started moving in the beaches directon, you started following him and Katniss and made sure Finnick was keeping up.

You made you way through the difficult terrain while trying to avoid the mutts. You did your best to hit then with your knives but the didn’t pack enough of a punch to kill them unless they were hit in sensitive areas.

You were tackled by a mutt which made you fall to the ground. It crawled onto you about to maul your face off but you stabbed it in the stomach and twisted the knife.

You threw it’s dead body off of you and got up, you saw Katniss and Peeta carrying someones body to the beach, you turned your head back and saw Finnick fending of the mutts. Your mind raced for a second if Finnick is there and Peeta and Katniss are fine the who’s body was that.

You ran over to Finnick who was slowly making his way to the beach backwards with the mutts following him, only held back by his trident. You stood by his side swinging your blade at any mutt that comes to near you two.

Finnick then whispered to you ”At my signal grab my hand”, you nodded.

”Now” he said and you grabbed his hand and the two of you started sprinting towards the beach while the mutts chased yoy, when you got near enough you and Finnick dove on to the beach sand.

You and Finnick quickly got up and pointed your weapons at the mutts that where now on the edge of the jungle where the beach began. You then heard a canon going off and the mutts then started making their way into the jungle once more.

You put you knife in the holster at your leg and then turned to Finnick. You threw your arms around him in a hug, Finnick put his big arms around and you leaned you head against the older males shoulder.

It was hard putting a label on yours and Finnick’s relationship. You had met during part of your victory tour in district 4, you were attending a dinner in your honor.

You had excused yourself to go to the public bathroom during the dinner. You had no need to actually use the bathroom. You just needed to get away from the people who had celebrated the fact that you had killed people.

You started having a bit of a nervous breakdown in the bathroom, you were crying, splashing water in your face trying to calm down but you felt like you needed to scream.

One of the toilet stalls had opened and Finnick steped out. He went to the sink to wash his hands and while doing so he noticed your red eyes and trembling hands and he asked if you were okay.

And you spilled everything to him and told him how you were feeling, he put an arm around you, he told you he somtimes felt like that as well and told you how he usually copes with it.

He had told you that if you didn’t want to finish the dinner he could go out and tell everyone you weren’t feeling well and have you escorted back to the train.

But you said you wanted to try to get through the dinner as long as he was there to help you. He agreed to be there with you and you managed to get through the whole thing.

After that Finnick was basically your bestie and you guys would come to each other for emotional support.

And last year during the 74th hunger games while you both were in the capitol, you had been hanging out at his apartment the capitol give the victors while they visit for the games.

While hanging out things got a bit steamy between the two of you and you ended up hooking up, the day after the two of you kinda acted like it never happened and things got a bit awkward between you and him.

But being back in to the arena had stirred up feelings for him you had buried. While in the arena most people will latch onto whatever makes them feel safe and Finnick made you feel safe.

You finally let go of Finnick and you noticed a hover craft picking up the body Peeta and Katniss had taken in to the water. Finnick told you he was gonna go try to catch some fish food, you nodded at this and walked over to Katniss and Peeta.

”Who body was it they picked up?” you asked. ”The female morphling” Peeta answered in a saddend voice. You sat down in the sand, the 4 of you had almost died 3 times (+ 1 for Peeta) in less than 24 hours and it was exhausting.

Finnick had managed to catch a fish and found some oysters that you were now eating. Peeta found a pearl and gave it to Katniss.

You then heard a scream coming from the jungle, ”That’s new” Peeta said and you heard a thundering noise.

Out of the jungle came a huge wave of water and you heard a canon going off. The wave was so big it washed up on the beach.

You then saw a hover craft lifting away the body.

After it had flown away you heard Katniss say ”Someone is hear”. You immediately looked in the direction Katniss had been looking and saw another tribute on the beach and two other tributes emerging from the jungle, you backed up slowly.

”Johanna?” Finnick whispered and ran out of hiding towards Johanna shouting her name, ”Finnick!” she yelled back and the two embraced each other. You made your way towards them and waved Johanna.

Johanna told the 4 of you how she, Wiress, Beetee and Blight, her district partner, had been wandering the jungle when it had started raining blood on them to the point where they could barely see and were choking on it. Then blight had hit the forcefield and passed away.

Wiress was stumbling around murmering the words ”Tick-tock” to herself, Wiress tried to get Johanna’s attention but she ignored her.

”What’s wrong with her?” Katniss asked referring to Wiress. ”She’s in shock, dehydration isn’t helping” Beetee answered and the asked ”You have fresh water?”

”We can get some” Katniss answered as Johanna had started getting fed up with Wiress saying ”Tick-Tock” to her. ”Listen stop it!” Johanna said loudly while grabbing a hold of Wiress.

”Hey! Get of her” Katniss yelled as Wiress fell to the ground. Katniss stromed passed you and started fighting with Johanna. ”Hey!, what are you doing” Johanna asked as Katniss got up in her face but before things could escalate Peeta and Finnick had pulled them apart.

You got the spile and hit it in to a tree so that the others could get freshwater. You took a big leaf and shaped it like a bowl and got some water for Beetee who was working with some sort of wire. Katniss and Wiress then came excitedly and said that the arena was a clock with different obstacles every hour.

You all decided to go to the cornucopia to stock up on weapons, you had decided to get something more lethal than just knives just in case something comes up.

Katniss was trying to go through what happens during every hour that we know off. When you arrived at the Cornucopia you refilled your knife supply and picked up a nice sword. The others were drawing up a map of the zones and the drew the threats we knew about tsunami, lightning, blood rain, fog and mutts.

Then came a loud gasp from Wiress who was being stabbed in the back by the male tribute from district 10 (you know since your here instaed of Gloss). Katniss was quick to shoot an arrow hitting him right in the chest killing him almost instantly.

Another figure had appeared it was Cashmere she had a knife in her hand. She was on her way to attack Katniss but Johanna pushed her out of the way and plunged her axe right in Cashmere’s chest.

Right as she hit the ground there came clang of metal against metal and you saw Brutus attacking Finnick and Peeta. Enobaria then suddenly appears and throws a knife at Finnick cutting his arm. You quickly draw a knife throwing at Enobaria cutting her shoulder.

Enobaria and Brutus start running away from the cornucopia. You, Katniss and Johanna run to follow them but as you do the island the cornucopia is located on starts spining and you all fall to the ground.

You take out a knife in one hand and stab it in to the ground to try to keep you from sliding of the island, you manage to get a good grip with your hand as well.

You hear struggling behind you and see Johanna struggling to keep a hold of Katniss’ hand, she lost her grip and Katniss fell into the raging water.

The island then stopped spining and Katniss climbed up on one of the spokes and started coughing up water. Johanna and Peeta checked that she was okay.

She was fine and your group left the island and went back to the beach, you all sat down on the beach to stratergize. Other than the group there was 3 people left in the games Chaff, Brutus and Enobaria.

They were all outnumbred so they probably won’t try to attack us. Johanna suggested that we hunt them down but then you heard a scream ”Ahhh!!! Katniss,Help me!!!” which made Katniss scream in return ”Prim!!! Prim!!!” as she ran into the jungle.

You all ran to follow her Finnick was in front you were right behind him but then you hit something almost like when you run in to a glass door, it was an invisible forcefield. ”Y/n!Are you okay?” You heard Peeta saying as you sat up.

”Yeah” you said as he helped you up. You tried to touch the forcefield, it was as solid as a brick wall. Soon Katniss and Finnick came running back with a bunch of birds following them but they couldn’t get through the forcefield and were stuck on the other side.

You had to wait an hour until the birds flow away and the forcefield disappeared. You ran over to Finnick to check on him. ”Are you okay? You asked putting a hand on his shoulder. ”Yeah, i’m fine” he said weakly.

You the heard Johanna say something about ”Riots in the damn capitol” she then yelled ”Hey! How does that sound Snow! What if we.. What if we set your backyard on fire?! You know you can’t put everybody in here!!!”. You were all looking at Johanna speechless at her open disrespect of President Snow.

”What?… they can’t hurt me, there’s no one left that i love” Johanna said and walked away to get Katniss some water. That left you feeling bad for Johanna, sure she may be a bit rude at times but she’s nowhere near as bad as some people make her out to be.

You helped Finnick stand up and your group made their way back to the beach once more. Finnick went and sat down in the shallow part of the water. You were torn whether you should go to him or not, maybe he wanted to be alone.

But then you remembered how he had been there for you during your victory tour, so you went out into the water and sat down beside him. ”Did you hear her?” You asked referring to Annie.

Finnick gave you a small nod. You didn’t know what more to say, but you didn’t need to cause Finnick started speaking ”I also heard you”. You gave him a questioning look ”Really?”

”Yeah, even though in knew you were there right infront of me, it was still torture to have to hear you screaming my name for help, I had to open my eyes just to check that you were okay” Finnick said turning his attention from the water to you. You grabbed his hand gently and said ”I’m okay, thanks to you”. You and Finnick’s heads were leaning close to eachother but then came a shout ”Finnick!” ”Y/n” it was Johanna she waved for you to come over.

You and Finnick got up and walked over to the others and the group made a plan to use the wire Beetee had gotten to hopefully electrecute the careers.

A few hours went by and the sun started to go down. You were sitting in the wet sand watching Finnick swinging around his trident lightly. Then you heard the noise of something hitting the ground near you, you turned around.

A little bit inside the jungle you saw a silver capsule, you went into the junge and got it. You opened it and knew immediately what it was. You turned to the others and yelled at them to come over. You showed them that you had gotten bread from district 1.

You gave everyone their fair share of the bread, ”District 1 is known for using cinnamon and huckleberries in their bread” you informed them though the only one who actually seemed to care what your district used in their bread was Peeta.

Then it was time to leave to go to the lightning tree and once again you were making your way through the thick jungle terrain.

Then you heard the anthem playing and you looked up in the sky to see the pictures of the fallen tributes. You felt a bit sad when you saw Cashmere up there and realised even if you got out of the arena Gloss would kill you.

But it felt worse seeing Wiress and Mags up there. They had both been very kind people and they shouldn’t have been in here in the first place. You felt something inside you almost as if it was catching fire (A/N:😉) a new hatred for the capitol.

You continued moving until you reached the lightning tree and Beetee started doing his thing and wrapping the tree with the bronze colored wire. He then told you, Katniss and Johanna to go with the spool of wire to the beach, throw it into the water and go to the tree in the 2 o’clock sector.

”I’m gonna go with them as a guard” Peeta said probably not wanting to leave Katniss. ”Nonono, your staying here to protect me… and the tree”. Beetee opposed. ”No i need to go with her” Peeta said stubbornly.

”There are two careers out there, i need two guards” Beetee said. ”Finnick can protect just fine on his own” Peeta said and you and Finnick gave eachother a knowing look. Then Katniss butted in saying ”Yeah, why can’t Finnick, Y/n and Johanna stay with you and Peet and I will take the chord”.

”You all agreed to keep me alive till midnight, correct?” Beetee asked in a annoyed tone. ”It’s his plan we all agreed to it” Johanna said clearly starting to get annoyed as well. ”Is there a problem here?” Finnick asked. ”Excellent question” Beetee said as you were all staring down Peeta and Katniss.

”No, there’s no problem” Katniss said in a defeated manner and walked over to Peeta and gave him a kiss. After they finished you said ”Good idea” and walked over to Finnick and kissed him, you could feel him kiss back and put his arms around your waist.

After you pulled away you said with a weak smile ”You know just incase we never see eachother again”. ”Alright, let’s go” Johanna said. You walked over to her and put an arm around her shoulder saying jokingly ”Incase your feeling left out i can give you a quick kiss too”, Johanna only rolled her eyes but let out a small chuckle.

You, Johanna and Katniss made your way to the beach once more the same way you came. After a while of walking Johanna said ”Come on, i wanna put as much distance between me and this beach as possible, frying is not how i wanna go” but then came another sound from the spool it had stopped putting out wire.

”There’s something…” Katniss said and looked in the direction the wire came from but saw nothing then something pulled the wire and cut it off. Katniss immediately threw aside the spool and pulled out an arrow but Johanna grabbed the spool and hit her over the head with it.

You were kinda lost on what to do but Johanna got you to kneel down beside her and took your combat knife and started cutting up Katniss’ arm open, then it dawned on you the arm with the tracker, the plan to get Katniss out was set into motion.

You grabbed Katniss arm so that she wouldn’t try to fight it, Johanna smeared blood on Katniss’ throat to make her look like she was dying. ”Stay down” she whispered to Katniss and sat up and threw her axe against Brutus and Enobaria who were on their way. ”Come on” Johanna said to you and you followed her as you ran with careers chasing you.

It was hard to keep up with Johanna in this terrain. You then felt a sudden sharp pain in your side and saw that you had gotten a cut that was now bleeding, you guessed that Enobaria must have thrown a knife. You looked up to see where Johanna had gone but she must not have noticed you slowing down because you couldn’t see her.

You turned around and saw that only Enobaria was on your trail now. You drew your sword just in time to deflect another knife coming your way, she drew her sword as well.

The sound of clashing swords came as she made a slash at you which you blocked. You went back and forward with her for a while slashing, stabbing, cutting but neither managed to kill the other.

Enobaria then made stab at your hand cutting it open so that blood started spilling out, you tried to fight with one hand but she easily disarmed you. You turned around and started running since there wasn’t much else you could do.

You managed to put some fair distance between you and her, not enough to get rid of her but enough so you could draw a knife and throw it at the hand she kept her sword in which caused her to drop it but that didn’t stop her as she drew a knife from her vest.

You did the same bracing yourself for her. The two of you pounced at eachother like tigers, colliding in the air and laying on the ground wrestling for dominance, she had gotten on top of you and tried to stab you but you grabbed the hand she kept her knife in and used your other hand to grab her hair.

You pulled it with all your strength and managed to roll over so that you were on top of her, you held her down and punched her across the face. She still managed to grab you and roll you over so she was on top of you again and she the showed you her fang like teeth.

She was starting to lean down probably about to rip your throat out with her bare teeth but something had distracted her, you seized your moment and noticed you were right beside a steep slope. So with all the power in your body you grabbed a hold of her and threw her off of you and down the slope.

You got up quickly and looked at what had distracted her and saw that it was a blue glowing wire pointing right up into the sky or what used to be the sky but was now just a gray dome.

Your brain put some kind of scenario together that this was part of the plan so you started making you way towards the source of the glowing wire but it was hard you were still bleeding and you were exhausted from your fight with Enobaria.

You staggerd towards the lightning tree but your body couldn’t take anymore and you collapsed, you looked up at the gray dome and saw that it was starting to fall apart. That made you smile and you thought to yourself ”Thank you, Mockingjay” and then it faded to black.

(A/N: Don’t worry you didn’t die at the end, but please give this a like or reblog it took like a lot of time write and i really tried my best, there might be some grammatical errors in there but deal with it)

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hell-penguin · 2 years

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Jason Voorhees x Reader Smut

Jason really loves you.

This man is absolutely whipped for you.

You two were just lounging around the cabin. He was carving some wood, and you were reading a book on the bed.

In your book, a more suggestive scene started, and it was starting to make you feel a little needy.

So, as one does, you go to your lover to seek some touch.

He noticed you approaching and sat down in his woodworking to let you sit in his lap.

You took your seat on your throne and wrapped your arms around him, leaning in to be even closer.

He welcomes and returns the embrace, his arms trapping you in a position of you straddling his lap.

This only helped your plan.

You know that book scene I mentioned earlier? Well, let's just say that being flush against his chest opened up the floodgates.

It started slowly at first, just gentle pressing, nothing too noticeable.

As you went on with gentle rocking, you needed more, so you got slightly more forceful.

He realized what you were doing now. He saw how desperate you were for more of him.

He was going to take care of you. You were his goddess.

His hands snaked down from your back down to your hips, giving you a little squeeze of encouragement to keep going.

As you go harder and faster, he starts using his hands to help, bringing you even closer to him.

He moves one hand up the front of your shirt, rubbing your sides, stomach, chest, anywhere he could.

It was getting harder to hold on to him as you went on, so you kept pulling him tighter towards you.

He uses his hand under the shirt to lift it off of you. When it comes off, he leans down and starts massaging and kissing every part of you he can.

Now it really is too much.

You two were just about to get off each other to strip fully when

'Ding!'

The tripwire on the grounds went off.

Jason gently lifted you off of him and back onto the bed so he could take care of the guest before they could get much farther.

When he got to the door with his machete in hand, he looked back at you, signed "sorry", and went to go hunting.

You got out of bed and walked over to the window to keep an eye on him, knowing he didn't want you to go outside while there were "guests" at the camp in fear of them or him hurting you.

You were still really needy and you knew this wouldn't take long. It was just one person, so you went out to look for him.

He wouldn't be too hard for you to spot; he was 6’6" of pure muscle.

He absolutely towered over you. He was able to pick you up as if you weighed nothing and set you back down on...

Okay, you really needed to find Jason.

A scream shot through the woods, signaling the passing of the trespasser. It took shorter than you expected.

You saw Jason walking in the direction of the cabin, and you sprinted to him.

He saw you running towards him and signed, "What are you doing?" Was there someone in the cabin? Are you hurt? ’

I'm fine, Jason. I just couldn't wait for you to get back, so I went out looking for you. "

Before he could scold you about how you could have gotten hurt, you pulled on the collar of his flannel shirt, lifted his mask just slightly, and kissed him with more passion than ever before.

He dropped his machete and pulled you closer, kissing you back.

He pulled you in closer, your body grazing against his dick, making it grow harder than it already was.

That small action flipped something in Jason’s brain that just wouldn't let him hold back from you anymore.

Then he lifted you from the ground with one arm and used the other to remove your clothes.

He looked at you for approval, not wanting to pressure you into anything.

You just looked at him and whined, "Please Jason, I can’t wait any longer."

He put both hands on your waist and slowly lowered you onto his dick.

He was big enough to cause a sting, but he was still able to slide into you fairly easily with a fair but not annoying amount of resistance.

You threw back your head in ecstasy and moaned as he entered you bit by bit, bit by bit, painstakingly.

Dirty thoughts entered Jason’s mind. ‘They’re so beautiful. They look so good with me in them like this. I want to do this all the time. I hope no one sees us out here.’

Once he was fully in, he allowed you a moment to rest before the real fun started.

"It's okay now, you can move," you said to him through bated breath. You hadn’t even moved any, but he already took your breath away.

He held you steady in his arms as he began to move, the thruts starting slow and gently at first.

You couldn’t keep quiet, you just couldn’t. The harder and faster he got, the louder you got.

He laid you down on the grass and kept moving, not missing a beat as he leaned down and started kissing you.

It was a good thing he did, because otherwise, you’d be screaming from the pleasure.

He grabbed a hold of your hands and held them on either side of your head as his thrusts started to become deeper and slower.

You tightened around his dick and his hands as you lost control, your body shaking as you screamed his name.

That made his release only seconds after yours.

He held you close to him as he rolled on his side so you two could catch your breaths.

After a few minutes, he picked you up and wrapped you in his flannel to keep you warm for the rest of the walk to the cabin.

When you got inside, he laid you in the bed and went to make some tea.

He returned minutes later with a cup of hot tea for you.

He set it on the bedside table and crawled into the bed under the covers. You continued cuddling you and pressing kisses all along your neck and shoulders.

"I love you so much, Jason," you said to him as you reached for the mug of tea.

He gave you a tight squeeze before signing, "I love you most, my love."

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pixla · 3 years

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hi hon! i adore your writing and i have a request for tommy: so you know that scene in the caves when alice breaks her leg and cindy has to like put the bone back into place? could that be with tommy x gn! reader instead? and both of them have a really really cute moment where the reader confesses how they never felt alive until they met and started dating tommy? they both survive and flashforward with fluffy smut pls?

Special thanks to the j-st-patricks-day and all my friends who helped with the process of writing this fic <3

broken bones and beating hearts

Tommy slater x nb!reader

Warnings: swearing, graphic descriptions of murder, graphic descriptions of injury (eg. Broken bones and stabbings/cuts), Possessed!Cindy, alice dies, Arnie dies, vomiting, fluff, pet-names, knocking out teeth, sex, unprotected sex, this au doesn’t fit with any of the other films (feel free to tell me if there’s any others)

Word count: 3.2k

POVC= point of view change

Tommy gripped your wrists pulling you out through the narrow cavern as it collapsed only seconds later. “Fuck!” You tucked your legs close to your body, trying to shake the feeling of Cindy's grip around your ankles. “What the fuck is happening?” You looked up as Tommy still held you close, you both too scared to move from the previous near death experience.

Everything was normal. You had all just ran out into the woods, you and Alice teasing Cindy about some stupid witchcraft book she had found in nurse lane’s office. But then Cindy decided to slash Alice and Arnie’s guts open with a machete.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck!” You cried, bawling your hands into fists, wandering down what felt like endless hallways. You both soon realised that you had been going in a circle. It didn’t make any sense, it felt like another dimension or a mirror maze, where everything looked the same, maybe even was the same. “Y/N.” You turned your head to face tommy. “What?” He looked at you confused. “I didn’t say anything.”

You were going to shake it off as you just imagining it, but then you heard it again. “Y/N!” This time you knew it wasn’t Tommy, it was a woman. “Hello?!” You yelled out, hoping that someone had finally come to your rescue, but Tommy just continued to look at you like you were crazy.

You strayed from Tommy’s side following as the voice repeated your name. “Where are you going?” Tommy yelled after you as you wandered, not bothering to pay any attention to his questions.

You followed the voice, bending through the same corridors and hallways, not knowing where you’d end up. It was when you twisted round one corner you halted in your steps. It was a huge room, far larger than any of the ones you had previously found. But the greatest way it stood out was the mass in the centre of the room.

It was dark and fleshy, like clumps of meat thrown into a pile. You gasped as you stood closer gaining a better look at the thing. It was alive. It rose up and down almost like it was breathing and it thumped like a beating heart. With each whisper of your name you grew closer, drawn to it. You reached your hand out transfixed, but when your hand melted into its flesh, you froze.

It all flashed through your brain so fast. Cyrus Miller, ruby lane, billy baker…Cindy Berman. It was every single one of those shadyside phycos, even Cindy. It was all of the pain, all of the suffering and all of the evil. You lifted your hand, a thick slime dragging with. You backed up slowly, expecting to hit a wall. You were soon proved wrong when you felt your body fly backwards.

You cried out as you landed with a thud, Tommy finally catching up to you, peering over to find you clutching your leg in pain. “Shit, are you okay?!”

He had jumped down helping to lift you from the pit. You sobbed, tears running down your cheeks like a broken faucet, your hands clutching at His shirt. Tommy held you running his finger gently through your hair, shushing you softly as you buried yourself into his warmth.

Tommy gently slipped from your hold, leaning down to examine the damage. It was bad. So bad, you could practically see the bone protruding from the skin. You felt your gut wrench at the sight causing you to lean over beside you, regurgitating your dinner onto the cold cave floor. “Don’t look, okay? Just look at me.” Tommy leant over wiping your mouth with his jacket. You nodded slowly, trying your best to keep your eyes locked with Tommy’s despite how hard your morbid curiosity urged you to look down. Ripping his plaid jacket into strips he looked up at you. “We’re gonna get out of here. You’re gonna get out of here. No matter what I do, I’m gonna make sure I protect you, just like I always have.”

“I love you so much Tommy. I’ve never and never will love someone the way I do you.” You lean into him pressing your foreheads together. “I can’t lose you, okay?” He nods sympathetically, pressing a light kiss to the slope of your nose.

“Do you remember those dates we’d go on, out to the forest at night, and we’d just lay there, staring up through the cracks in the trees?” You nod. “I want you to think about that, okay? I want you to think about how many more we’ll go on once we get out of here.”

You hold a tight grip on his arm as he wipes away at the area. “I’m gonna have to put it back into place now.”

You pleaded with him, as the tears started again. “Please, no. Please just leave me here. Just go and find help okay? I can’t do it Tommy, I can’t do it”

“Hey, hey, hey. C’mon, look at me.” He places his hand on your cheek, tilting your head to look him in the eye. “You're gonna be fine, okay? You just gotta focus right now.” You nod timidly, the tears starting to slow.

He holds the bottom of your calf with one hand and your heel with the other. “Just count to three and I’m gonna do it, okay baby?” He looks up at you, his soft words lulling your anxiety. You bite your knuckle nervously, unsure as to how you should answer, but the look of trust in his eyes persuades you easily. “Okay.”

You breathe in. “One, two-” You let out a blood curdling scream as a large crack rung out, bouncing against the walls of the cave. Your fist gripped Tommy’s forearm tightly as you cried out a series of various curses. “You fucking asshole.” You whine out in pain, letting out an airy laugh trying to brighten your rather dull circumstances.

“You're okay baby.” You wince as he wraps the piece of fabric he had ripped from his jacket around your leg, tying it tight enough to hold you together for the moment. You grabbed Tommy’s shoulder as he wrapped his arm around your waist lifting you from the ground. You hiss as you feel your leg throb from the sudden movement. “Do you think you’re able to stand?” Tommy watches as you wobble trying to stay grounded. You nod. “Yeah.” You had no choice and you both knew it, if you wanted to live, you’d have to.

You both started your journey, finally entering a new environment as you trudged deeper into the earth of Shadyside. Why did these tunnels even exist? The intricate details of the maze made it easy to come to the conclusion that they were man made, but by who? Not once had you ever heard of these tunnels, and by the looks of it, nobody else had either, despite nurse Lane of course.

“Be careful.” Tommy tightened his grip around you. “You might slip.”

“Okay.” You mumble, too exhausted to form a real answer. You looked around at the walls, floor and ceiling. The further the two of you walked, the denser this moss became. You felt a wave of familiarity but you couldn’t quite place it. Red moss…red moss! It hit you, Cindy! Her red stained shirt, she said it was from the moss in the outhouses. “Tommy! It’s the fucking outhouses! We fucking made it!” You would probably be jumping up and down with joy right now if it wasn’t for your broken leg.

You look up, spotting the out house toilet openings. Wow, real nice, you’re both sitting in Sunnyvale shit and piss right now. “Yeah, but how are we supposed to get out?” Tommy sighs looking up at the roughly 15 foot climb. “You can’t climb that.”

You look at him. “Yeah, but you might.”

“No. I’m sorry but no, I’m not leaving you down here, especially when there’s Cindy running around up there trying to kill us. C’mon let’s go, if we’re at the outhouses, we must be near to camp.” He directs you along but before you can both carry on your interrupted. “Did you hear that?!”

“No I-“

“Shush.” You both stayed quiet listening as to what caught your attention. It’s screaming. Someone is screaming from the outhouses. “Hey! Help! Please, we’re stuck down here!” You yell trying to get the attention of the voices.

The space grows quiet as the screaming halts, the both of you waiting nervously for any indication of life when a head pops out from one of the seat holes. “What the fuck are you guys doing in the toilets?!”

It was ziggy, Cindy's sister. “Ziggy..” you wonder if it’s right to tell her what’s happened to her sister but you decide against it, not wanting to put the girl in such an emotionally vulnerable state whilst she’s already physically. “Gary’s up here too!” She yells down as Gary’s head pops out another toilet hole. “Hey!” He yells, surprisingly light heartedly considering there’s a murderer running around camp butchering little kids with a fucking machete. “Can you get us out of this fucking toilet or not?!”

Gary had managed to make some sort of bucket contraption with some rope. “It’s just like You’re Gothel climbing up Rapunzel's hair, okay?!” He yelled down, lowering it down to you.

You're about to slip onto the contraption when you hear Ziggy's unfortunately very familiar screams, and before you know it Gary’s decapitated body lies beside you on the floor. You and Tommy let out an in sync gasp, him pulling you away into his chest, as to protect you from the image. “We’re gonna have to find another way out.”

You think to yourself. Alice…she had shown you something whilst you were robbing nurse lanes office with Arnie. “I know how.” You pull out the book that started this whole thing.

“Baby, I don’t get how that book is gonna help us, let’s be honest it’s some random witches and wizards bullshit written how many hundreds of years ago?”

“No, tommy.” You turn the book to him parting the pages. “It’s a map.” You rest the book on the floor, the two of you leaning over it. “It's a map of camp, you see over here, these x’s are the graves we found. And over here, that’s where we entered.” You point your finger on the page. “Here, there’s another exit. Mess hall.”

His eyes lighten. “Jesus, fuck! You’re so smart!” He pulls you in for a kiss.

—-

You sat, your back arched over as you watched Tommy laid on his back kicking open the vent that led to the mess hall when another scream rang out. You instantly knew that it was ziggy, far too acquainted with the tone of her screams.

“Tommy!” With one final kick the vent flew open, Tommy hauling himself through in a split second. “Don’t move, stay here! I’m gonna go help Ziggy.”

Tommy always cared so much for the kids at camp, you honestly weren’t surprised that he was willing to risk his life for one of them.

—povc—

Tommy barged through the doors of the mess hall, an all too familiar song ringing through the speakers, the noise made his head thump as it blared.

Tommy followed the screams, grabbing a mallet that lied on a nearby counter. Cindy stood beating at a supply closet door as ziggy screamed from within. Tommy pulled cindy's shoulder for her to face him as he swung the mallet into her jaw. Cindy tumbled to the ground as she spat a mouthful of blood and teeth onto the floor. Tommy hesitated holding the mallet in his hand, ready to strike Cindy. But before he could come to any decision Cindy grabbed her machete from the ground slicing at Tommy’s thigh.

Tommy dropped to the floor, his mallet sliding across the freshly mopped floor tiles, Cindy rising to her feet, towering over Tommy. Overpowered, he crawled backwards digging the heels of his hands into the cold tile floor. He was braced for impact when Cindy stopped turning around.

—povc—

You lunged at her digging the knife you found into her back, pulling it out as she turned to face you, plunging it into her chest over and over until she hit the floor unresponsive. You fell. You had finally reached your limit. Your leg was broken for fucks sake and you just murdered Cindy. Pure-hearted, hard working Cindy Berman. You plunged your knife deep into her chest until you split it down the middle. You dragged your body over to Tommy’s wrapping your arms around him, wetting his shirt as you became inconsolable. He held his hand at the back of your neck placing soft kisses onto the top of your head. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay. She’s dead now, we’re gonna be okay.”

You heard as ziggy opened the closet door, dropping to her knees at the sight of her sister dead on the floor. The red headed girl pulled her sister's body over to face her, wrapping her arms around Cindy crying into her cold lifeless body. You crawled over to the girl pulling her away from her sister's touch into yours. “I’m sorry.” You whispered.

The three of you struggled as you heard the last bell ring signalling that the bus would be leaving. Ziggy yelled out as the bus doors began to close. The wheels began to roll forwards but before it could depart a boy budged the doors open, calling out to her. “Ziggy!” You released your grip from the girl's side as she ran to him, embracing him. You rested your head on Tommy’s shoulder at the sight of the two. “I hope she’ll be okay.”

The two of you had found a place on the bus as Ziggy sat with you fellow councillor Nick goode. Finally being able to breathe, you rest your head on Tommy’s shoulder. “I’m so glad you're okay.” You look up at him smiling at his words. “Maybe you're the one who really needs protecting, without me you’d be dead meat.” You press your lips together, smiling softly into the kiss. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had lost you.”

Your eyes wandered to the window watching as the camp nightwing sign slowly floated away out of sight. Finally it was over.

———

After the accident medics treated and hospitalised many of the camp nightwing campers and counselors such as you and Tommy. Your leg was thankfully saved. They said if not for Tommy it probably would have had to be amputated due to infection.

It was two months since that night, you still had to use crutches but besides that, you made a speedy recovery alongside tommy. Although he was in a much less critical condition than you and was discharged within a few days, he still spent every night in the hospital with you.

You laid beside Tommy his leg slotted between yours as the velvet underground played softly in the background. You run your fingers through his hair slowly as he whines quietly into your chest. It finally felt like the first time since that day that you both could finally relax.

You pulled away from his touch leaning over him, kissing his lips softly. “You look so pretty.” You hum. He smiles into the kiss. “Not as much as you, baby.”

You lifted yourself straddling Tommy’s hips, deepening the kiss as your hands ran down playing with the hem of his shirt, travelling underneath. He pulls away, his hand rubbing your thigh. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“I’m okay.” You reassure him, pressing soft kisses along his collarbone. You removed your shirt as Tommy’s hands floated up to your waist.

“God, you're so beautiful.” He mumbles, kissing up your chest slowly as you take off your pyjama shorts, throwing them to the floor.

You lean down unbuttoning Tommy’s jeans, taking him in your hand. Tommy twitches at the contact as you align himself to you. You lower yourself onto him slowly as his hands hold a firm grip on your lower back. Tommy lays his head back, his hips thrusting up into you.

You shiver as you lift yourself up and down, your thighs shaking from the stimulation. His thrusts hardened, your soft whimpers of his name encouraging him. “You look so fucking good right now.” He gripped your waist helping you keep a steady pace.

You steadied yourself, leaning your arms out pressing your hands against his chest as you felt yourself near your climax. “Shit, Tommy I’m gonna come.” You whined under your breath.

“Don’t worry baby, me too.” He runs his hands down your back lovingly.

You threw your head back as you felt Tommy’s hand wander down edging you on further, your breath quivering at the touch. You felt his hips buckle beneath you as he reached his peak, yours following soon after.

You sighed your body collapsing onto his chest. “I love yours so much.” You mumble into his skin as he presses a soft kiss against your forehead.

—-

It was the 16th anniversary since that day at nightwing, the two of you still happily together. Despite the permanent scar that night had left on the both of you mentally and physically, you both managed to stay strong, the event probably making the two of you even closer than you already were before.

Every year instead of hiding from the memories of that night, you both embrace it. Tommy’s favourite way to do this was to ‘reenact your youths’ in his words by driving the two of you out to the forest, where you would’ve spent so many nights together when you were younger.

You would open the sunroof and lay out the seats creating a little bed for the two of you. Probably not the safest thing the two of you could do, but most definitely the sweetest.

The two of you laid there staring up at the trees, resting your head on Tommy’s chest, your arm draped across his abdomen. Looking up at him you pressed a small kiss to the slope of his nose, pressing your heads together. The moonlight glazed over his cheeks, giving him a paler look. “You look so beautiful.”

—-

The car ride home was quiet but the atmosphere felt soft and comforting as Tommy rested his hand on your inner thigh. The velvet underground played softly on the radio as your eyes gazed out at the passing scenery.

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A Keeper| Negan x Reader

Summary: On a day away from the Sanctuary, the reader meets a new friend.

I’ve always wanted to read something for Negan where the reader calls him a nickname, specifically Negs/Neags. So I just wrote it, this is a really slow fic.

I wasn’t supposed to go outside the Sanctuary, ever since I got injured on a run a few months ago. I just had to get out of there for a while, sometimes Negan can get protective and I love him but I need to be my own person.

I snuck past the guards goofing of as per usual, thinking that Negan and I were still sleeping. It was dawn, I knew it would be easier to get by the guards then because they just rotated. So when I saw that they were leaving I sprinted out of the Sanctuary. I knew I would be dealing with some consequences when I first get back but I knew Negan would forgive me, as long as I come back uninjured.

When I was finally far enough away I stopped running and caught my breath. I took out my machete to be ready for any dead pricks that come my way. I also took out my canteen from my backpack and took a sip of my water. Putting it back in my bag I stood up ad started walking, breathing in the fresh air. I knew there was a small town nearby that the Saviors had already cleared, so I headed towards there.

I hadn’t been in the woods for a while, always going on supply runs with Negan we would take roads with the trucks. I always liked taking walks and it was even better to be outside in the woods.

Nearing the town, I was on the look out for any walkers in stores or behind abandoned cars. Strolling through the town just trying to find something to do, I heard groaning coming from one of the alleys. I quietly walked towards the alley where the moans were coming from and held my machete ready. I neared the corner and peaked around it, my heart sank to my stomach. There sat a walker munching on a lone dog, running up behind the walker I brought my machete through its skull, over and over again. Once it dropped to the ground I looked over to the pup laying in front of me. It reminded me too much of my dog, Pooh that passed before this zombie take over. I looked down at the poor thing and put it out of its misery, I heard a low whine a few feet from me. I looked over and saw a retriever pup sitting behind a dumpster, I looked back down at the body of the other dog and realized that this dog had a puppy.

I slowly stepped over to the small animal. “It’s okay, I got you baby,” I whispered, picking up the golden dog. The dogs rare blue eyes stared at me and licked my cheek. “Damn, your breath stinks,” I spoke to the puppy. I thought it was a good time to make it back to the Sanctuary, earlier then I wanted but this little guy needed to be someplace safe. So I turned around and walked back out of the alley, holding the puppy close to my chest.

Making my way back through the woods and walking to the front gates of home. I had only now realized I had been gone for about two and a half hours, I blushed to myself only thinking of what I might be walking into. I looked up to the guard tower, I saw that Dwight was staring down at me with wide eyes. “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” I heard him yell. He walked down to the gate and opened it, I walked through but he stopped me before I came in, “Mutt stays outside.”

“Over my dead body.” I responded. He looked at my frustrated and rolled his eyes. He opened his arms beckoning me inside.

“You know he’s been running around like a chicken with his head cut off. He sent two search parties for you, and even went out there himself. That was stupid to leave, he thinks your dead right now. But no, you come back with some whimpering dog.” Dwight ranted to me. I stared at him in the eyes for a moment before reaching into his pocket and grabbing his walkie talkie. I pressed down on the button and spoke into it, “ I am at the front gate baby, nothing bad happened.” I handed the device back over to Simon before he spoke into it too,”She’s got a mutt with her boss, she knows the rules about pets.” I rolled my eyes at him, does he forget that I’m dating the “boss”.

I heard Negan speak through the other end, “I’ll be there soon, don’t let her leave again.”

I walked over to the door to get into the building and sat down by it, with the puppy in my lap. I looked down at him, “I should really name you, don’t want you to be nameless, do we?” I giggled as the little boy tilted his golden head.

I though over a few names in my head, laughing over the first few that came to mind. Thinking of some of the names I had for my old dog, reminding me of my Pooh Bear.

I looked down at the creature,“Tigger? Robin like Christopher Robin? Or maybe Piglet?” I snorted at the last one.

I heard a grunt in front of me, I looked up locking eyes with the love of my life. “Oh little pig, little pig,” Negan said to me, “Hi darlin’, now what do we have here?” I laughed and nodded towards him, then nodded towards the door.

“Can we go inside? I don’t want to do this out here, and Piglet needs water.” I whispered to him.

He nods, walking over to me and helps me stand up. I followed him inside cuddling into Piglet, Negan slows his pace so he could walk next to me. I felt his hand go to my waist, we walked to our room and he set Lucille by the door before closing it. I set Piglet on the ground and go into the bathroom to fill up a small bowl with water, avoiding looking at the two eyes following me around the room. Setting the bowl down in front of Piglet, I nudged him towards it to which he galloped to and just about drowned himself drinking it.

“So did you go out there because of this little guy? Or were you trying to run away? If you were trying to run away, please tell me why. I thought we had something good here, for shit’s sake I love you so much. When I woke up this morning and saw that you weren’t there, I thought someone came in during the night and took you or you just left me. So just please, tell me why?” he spoke quietly and desperately.

I looked up at him with sad eyes and stood, walking over to him. I put my hands on his chest moving them up and around his neck, I leaned my head on his chest, “ I would never leave you, I just needed some time to myself for a little bit. I’ve been in this room for two months because I was stabbed in the leg, I knew you wouldn’t let me. I know your protective over me and I love you for it, but some fresh air was nice. It just so happened I came across this little man and his momma.” I took a step back and looked down,” His Mom was being eaten by one of those biters, I had to kill the monstrosity and Pigs mommy. Negs it was horrible, I know I needed to put her out of her misery but I hate myself for it.” I started to tear up, I felt his hands go to my waist and he brings me into his chest again.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I wish you didn’t have to do that.” Negan whispered in my ear.

I felt a nudge down at my feet, I smiled and looked down seeing Piglet wagging his tail. I looked up at Negan and pressed my lips to his, and he smiled into the kiss. My arms were around his neck quickly and his just wrapped tighter around my waist. He swiped his tongue across my lip and I opened up my mouth further, he shoved his tongue into my mouth. I moaned into the kiss and he separated himself from me. Groaning and staring at him in eyes, he chuckled at my reaction.

He leaned down again inches from my face, “ I wanna marry you. When I first saw you I got rid of all my wives, knowing that you were what I needed to be who I was again. I love you so much.”

“I love you too and I want to be your wife, I wanna be with you forever Negs,” I smiled up at him.

I heard a yip from bellow us and I giggled, looking down at Piglet. I reached down and picked him up, bringing him in between me and my now fiance.

I pressed my lips to Negan’s again, pulling away I smiled,” Looks like I got two keepers now. You got some competition.”

Negan reached for Piglet and put him on the ground, he then grabbed my legs lifting them up. Putting my legs around his hips, he moved us to the bed saying,”We’ll see about that.”

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slasherhaven · 3 years

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Hello! May I request the slashers' reaction to their s/o's knife collection? maybe their s/o knows how to use them too 😁🔪

The Slashers reacting to their S/O having a knife collection:

Thomas Hewitt

Concerned for you reasoning. It’s just like...why do you have so many knives? Why would you need so many? He doesn’t even have that many knives! But if you just like collecting them, he isn’t going to stop you. And as long as you don’t accidently hurt yourself, all he does is worry about you, knife collection or not.

But they’re cool knives. Thomas has to admit that some of them are very cool, especially compared to his boring ones. But his are more practical for the job that he does while some of yours are a little bit more flashy. Not his style, but they’re nice.

Michael Myers

Big fan. Michael loves knifes, obviously, so he is very impressed and curious about your collection. He’ll definitely play with them whether you tell him he can or not. And he will keep his knife with your collection, even if a large kitchen knife doesn’t really match the others.

Will be borrowing them. You will often find one of your knives missing when Michael’s gone out on a kill. He knows he didn’t ask but it was just so tempting! Greet him when he comes home by just holding your hand out, he’ll huff and place the knife in your hand, for you to clean. He’s testing them!

Jason Voorhees

Why do you have so many knives?! Jason is more worried about the safety of having so many sharp objects around the cabin. He’s already a worrier when it comes to you, and this is just...a lot of risk. They’re nice knives but he’ll stick to his machete.

As long as you don’t hurt yourself...yes he is a little worried but as long as you can clearly handle them without any accidents, he starts to relax.

Brahms Heelshire

At first he’s a little taken back. Of course, he first sees the collection when he’s hiding in the walls. You had moved in and started unpacking. Now that you knew that there wasn’t actually a child in the house, but rather a doll, you could even put them on display rather than locking them up. It makes Brahms more cautious of you, wondering why you would have so many knives in the first place.

Can you do tricks? Once he’s made himself known to you, he doesn’t really ask about the knives but he is curious about them. When he does ask and you just tell him that you like them, he’s confused but accepts it. If you can do any cool knife tricks, show him! He’ll watch, fascinated by your skills.

Bo Sinclair

Is impressed. He appreciates the collection, examining the knives. They’re definitely something unlike his own knives. His are boring, more just to get the job done, but these have style.

Helps himself. If he sees a knife he wants to test out, he’s just going to take it and give it a whirl without asking. He’ll clean it and put it back where it belongs but he doesn’t clean it as well as you so you instantly know when he’s done it and you’ll have to clean the knife properly.

Vincent Sinclair

Confused at first but kind of gets it. He doesn’t really understand why you have a collection of knives but he will slowly start to get it. Whether they’re for protection or just because you like the style, he understands.

Appreciates the aesthetic. He likes that none of them are the same, that they all have something unique about them, some just straight awe worthy. His own knives certainly have just as much style as practicality, so he understands.

Lester Sinclair

Only really interested in hunting knives. You could show him the coolest knife you have and he’ll appreciate it but in the end, he’ll prefer his hunting knife. He’s just more used to it and it’s the best knife for the job he does. If you have some hunting knives though, he’s all over them.

Does like them, though. Still, he does think your knives are awesome and is definitely interested in getting a closer look. He really likes them, you just don’t have to worry about him borrowing them and getting them all dirty. Also, could watch you do knife tricks all day, he loves that.

Bubba Sawyer

Always worries about you hurting yourself. The thought of you having so many knives around make him a little nervous. The house is already pretty dangerous, and now you’re bringing in more sharp objects, he frets too much.

Will examine each one. He has to admit that they’re very nice knives and some are very pretty, he has to have a better look at them!

They will going missing before magically appearing again. Bubba would never take one of your knives without asking...his brothers don’t have the same manners. Your knives are just so cool! Of course they’re going to play with them. Don’t worry, they know that you’ll kill them if they lost one, so they always return them.

Billy Lenz

He’s a danger to himself. They’re so pretty and shiny, he has to play with them! But will always accidently cut his finger or something, but he can’t complain when you give him all that attention taking care of him.

Big fan of any tricks you can do. He’s super impressed when you show him your knife tricks. He will want you to teach him, and he will get hurt, and you will need to comforting him...but he will do it again.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Definitely has his own collection. Of course he does, all categorised by purpose, never one out of place. So he can definitely appreciate your collection. You show him yours and he’ll show you his.

Your collection is his now. He’ll ask, of course, but if he likes a knife that he doesn’t have, he will be talking you into letting him try it out. It needs to be tested on a real subject! You pretty much share the collections, he just happens to use them a whole lot more than you.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

He might has his favourites but he has a collection. He likes his twin hunting knives, he always has them on him, they’re his favourites but of course he has a whole lot more. His very own collection. So, he understands you having one of your own and is determined to see it.

Teaching each other tricks. Do you know any knife tricks? Well he definitely does. So, he’ll either teach you, and if you know any that he does (which is unlikely, to be fair) he will be eager to learn it.

Otis Driftwood

You have a passion for blades, he has a passion for using them. He doesn’t have any fancy knifes but he has ones that do the job. He doesn’t really understand the fuss of getting ones that look good, that’s great and all but how sharp is it? Thankfully, yours are also very sharp and well taken care of.

You will have to take care of them. Otis does take a liking to them and, unfortunately, this means that he will be borrowing them. Always returning them uncleaned, bloody and gory for you to deal with. It’s better this way because he wouldn’t clean them properly, he would just scrub them down, you’ll do it properly.

Baby Firefly

Can she borrow them? It’s the first question she askes. Come on, you can share right? She won’t borrow them without asking but she will do her absolute best to convince you to let her. She wants to test out all of them! She appreciates both the practically of them, and the look of them.

Can you show her some tricks? She knows her fair share of knife tricks and she can throw knives better than anyone, but if you know any that she doesn’t, she insists that you teach her. She’s a fast learner though and picks it up almost instantly.

Yautja (Predator)

He respects your appreciation for the weapon. He likes that you take care of them so well and take so much pride in them. He also appreciates the blades themselves, each are unique and he can appreciate them even if he knows they would never really be much use to him.

Adds to your collection. Think about all those blades that only you would have! Knives made from materials that can’t even be found on earth, alien knives. And, of course, more traditional Yautja blades but made to be the perfect size for you.

Likes that you can defend yourself. He’s glad that you know how to use all these knives, that you would be able to protect yourself when he was away.

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Here Comes the Sun: XIV. Jailhouse Rock (Daryl Dixon/Reader)

Series Masterlist: Here Comes the Sun

Summary: Daryl Dixon scares the hell out of you climbing out of that damn creek. It takes hauling his ass halfway across Georgia and taking a bullet for him to realise that you're not half bad. He slowly starts to come around, despite grumbling about how much he doesn't like your singing, or that you can't use a gun for shit - and don't get him started on that ugly yellow tent of yours. It takes him a while before he starts to see for himself that he's found a best friend for life, and that he doesn't actually mind the colour yellow that much, after all.

Words: 5378

Chapter Warnings: Language, Injury, Slight canon divergence.

You threaded the bandage carefully from hand to hand, around the man's leg where he sat. It was tight, like he'd instructed, but you still worked tentatively in case you hurt him. Hershel watched appreciatively as you bound it, covering the stump where his leg had been amputated - just below the knee. It was looking a lot better recently, having been almost a week since the incident. It no longer oozed different colours or looked like it was rotting. The antibiotics from the infirmary had really helped you out there.

Once you had finished, you threw away the previous bandages and rolled down the older man's trouser leg. Beth had cut one shorter than the other, so that the excess material wouldn't trail on the floor when her father walked. The ends were a little jagged and frayed, but the intention had been pure. Hershel let you tend to him without a single complaint. Not once did he wince or look uncomfortable - he hadn't done since the initial injury. He was a fighter, you'd all realised. There was not a thing left in this world that would stop him from spending every last second he could with his daughters.

He gave you a nod and offered you a small smile as you lent him your arm. He gripped it tightly, using his other hand to press down onto the mattress and push himself up. He wobbled a bit as he did so, but you remained steady, supporting him. Once he was upright, he held onto the metal frame of the top bunk, and you let go to retrieve the crutches resting against the wall. You threaded each one under the man's arms and watched as he began to take unsteady steps with them.

It was slow, and you stayed close to him in case he fell. Though, after a few minutes he seemed to get the hang of it, pacing back and forth the small cell. You couldn't help but smile as you watched him.

"Just like riding a bike." You teased, rubbing your palm over his shoulder.

He'd asked you to bring him the crutches that morning, finally feeling up to trying them out. He said that he wanted to surprise his daughters, since he'd felt guilty about making them worry so much.

"I'm ready." He replied with a determined look, and the two of you made your way out slowly to the courtyard.

It had been nearly a week since it happened, but you remembered it vividly. Even as he was recovering, almost every time you closed your eyes you could see the man's face contort in pain. The day after you'd all secured the yard, your plan was put into action to tackle the prison. It had been a success at first, as you set up base in the C Block - but that false peace soon shattered as you delved deeper into the heart of the prison.

Rick took the front, guiding you all with a flashlight as you trailed behind in a line. You were directly behind him, followed by Daryl, then Glenn, and finally Hershel at the rear. The place was like a maze, each corridor leading into two others - like a hydra splitting its heads. Everything was dark save for the single stream of torchlight, and you could hear the occasional drips of water seeping through the cracks of the ceiling, splashing onto your boots when you walked. Corpses littered the floor as you all navigated your way through them, and even more walkers came out from the shadows to greet you.

Rick took the brunt of the assault, sinking his blade into the skulls of any that got too close. You all stuck in a tight formation as you continued on, alert for any more undead. All of a sudden, the atmosphere changed. The tension was cut with a startled yell, accompanied by a familiar groaning sound. You immediately whipped your head back to find the source of the noise, only to see Hershel with his leg caught in the jaws of a walker slumped against a wall. You'd all thought it was dead when you stepped over it - as in actually dead. Yet, now it had its teeth sunk into Hershel's ankle, tearing away the skin there to expose the tendons beneath.

Everyone sprung into action. Glenn immediately drove his machete through the walker's skull and Rick came to pry Hershel's leg from its mouth. He and Daryl then picked up the older man by his arms, as Glenn took his legs. You all ran together in search of the nearest safe area, as you took the front of the formation to clear a path. You'd had to take down two walkers on the way, and everyone started to yell - not caring to keep quiet anymore. Rick was shouting about how Hershel was losing blood, and Daryl pointed to some double doors with the words 'cafeteria' above them.

Glenn placed Hershel's legs down when they got closer, wedging his knife between the crack of the door to pry it open. After a few seconds, you heard the bolt give in, and he kicked it harshly before it flung open. Hershel was carried inside immediately, and placed on the floor. You saw his eyes roll back into his head, as he struggled to stay conscious. Rick wasted no time removing his belt and tying tightly just below the other man's knee. The action alone made you feel sick to your stomach, as you prepared for what you knew would happen next.

Hershel's face was coated in a sheen of sweat, as he lay on the cold concrete. His eyes were cloudy as he met yours, and you couldn't conceal the tears that welled up there. In your peripheral, you saw Rick take Glenn's machete from him - as it was the biggest and sharpest blade you had among you. Daryl quickly moved over to Hershel's left side, opposite from you, and held his shoulder down where he lay. You swallowed thickly and followed his lead, taking one of the older man's hands in your own.

He looked at you, choking on air as he inhaled too quickly. You could see the panic in his eyes, even as he struggled to keep them open. You clenched his hand tightly, feeling him grip onto you with all of his strength. Meeting his vacant stare, you looked into his eyes with intent - trying to reassure him that he'd be okay.

"Hershel." You whispered, looking down at his clammy face.

You remembered how he'd been there for you when you needed him most, at the bar shootout, telling you to keep your eyes on him and focus. You needed to do the same for him now.

"Do you want to go home?" You asked, repeating his question from that time.

You saw a single tear run onto his cheek as he nodded, before his pupils rolled back. Daryl tensed, preparing to hold the man down. You did the same. Then, Rick swung the blade.

You led the way as you and Hershel made for the courtyard, where the others were all gathered. You took small deliberate steps so that he could follow at his own pace. When you stood outside, the sun was so bright that it made you squint your eyes. It was such a contrast from the dark and shady prison. You shuffled out of the doorway of C Block and opened the lattice cage leading out onto the concrete yard - holding the door open for the man behind you.

The sky was a clear blue, completely cloudless, and when you stared out at the field it almost felt like home. You guided Hershel a few more steps before the others began to notice him. Daryl was one of the first. He'd been lying with his back to the concrete, fiddling with the underside of his motorcycle. He had his bandana tied around his mouth and nose to protect him from the fumes, but what was visible of his face was covered in black grease - as were his exposed arms. Once he caught your eye, and saw the man near you, he immediately sat up and pulled the cloth down from his mouth to show his smile.

"Yer one tough ol' bastard!" He called out, causing the others to look in your direction.

Maggie and Beth quickly stopped what they were doing, dropping their shovels to run over and greet their father. You took a step away from the man, letting his daughters embrace him. You could see how proud they were, as Maggie shot you a grateful smile and Beth's eyes welled up with tears. The whole scene gave you hope. Hershel gave you hope. You wondered what you would have done in his position. You would like to think that you would have soldiered on, just as he had, but in reality you probably would have given up. Though when you looked at him, looking at his girls, you understood why he didn't.

Hershel gave you one more curt nod as you left to give them some privacy, and you offered him a small smile in return. You made your way over to Daryl, who leant against his bike waiting for you to come see him. He was wiping his hands in his bandana, like it was a rag, trying to get rid of the dirt on his palms before he dared touch you.

"Hey, stranger." You called out to him with a smile. "Is there a man underneath all that grease?" You teased, making a point of looking him up and down.

"'M not sure." He grumbled, scratching the back of his neck as he squinted from the low sun.

You walked closer to him, reaching up so that you were on your tip-toes, and your face was close to his. You furrowed your eyebrows, now seeing the grease stains that smeared his cheeks - from where he'd rubbed the backs of his hands against them. You pulled his bandana out from his back jean pocket, where he'd shoved it only a few moments ago. Then, you used it to wipe away some of the marks on his face, holding your hand under his chin as you did so.

He grumbled at that, trying to bat your hand away half-heartedly. You just held his jaw more firmly, and continued to scrub the stubborn grease off. You got one cheek relatively clean before giving him his bandana back, not bothering with the other side of his face. Then, you stepped on your tip-toes again to leave a quick kiss there.

"Much better." You smirked at him, only for the man to rub his thumb down over your own cheek in one swift motion - smearing a line of grease over it in return.

You laughed and reached over to smack his chest, causing him to step backwards to avoid it. You tried again to punch his arm, but he caught your wrist - leaving a black handprint around it. Squealing slightly, you tried to pull out of his grip, but his other hand grabbed hold of your free arm and painted it black, too.

"Get your hands off me!" You cried, laughing as you did so. "You're filthy!"

You giggled some more, running away from the man, before the two of you formed a sort of truce and settled back down. You leant against the bike together to watch Hershel make his small laps of the courtyard. Your vest was covered in handprints that looked like they'd been pressed on with oil paint, and you knew you'd have to scrub your skin with cold water later, too.

Maggie had one of her father's arms over her shoulder, as he used a crutch in the other. Beth walked alongside them and you could hear their muffled chatter in the distance. His appearance alone was enough to raise the spirits of the whole group.

"Ya did a good job lookin' after him." Daryl said, eyeing the man who seemed content just to be with his daughters.

You shook your head, crossing your arms over your grease-smudged shirt. "I didn't do much besides staying with him." You admitted. "This is all Hershel."

"He's one stubborn son of a bitch." The archer agreed, muttering below his breath.

You let out a laugh, giving him a side-eye glance and one of your best lopsided smiles.

"Says you, Dixon."

Watching the Greenes made you realise how far you'd all come in just a matter of days. That incident felt almost a world away from you now. In truth, it had been one of the most traumatic things you'd experienced in this new world. That night, after the initial panic of trying to save Hershel's life, you were granted a few brief minutes to go and sit with Daryl. You immediately felt your legs buckle beneath you as you sank down onto his mattress. You were entirely exposed on the upper catwalk of the cell block, since he'd refused to stay in one of the 'cages' - as he put it. At that point, however, you didn't care.

The images of Rick hacking away at bone replayed in your mind as you cried into Daryl's neck, feeling him stroke your hair to try and calm you. You honestly had thought that the older man was going to die, leaving his daughters behind without a father. You'd felt so much guilt, holding his hand and watching the light fade from his eyes. The thought of having to tell Maggie and Beth that you'd failed him was just too much.

You didn't stay long with Daryl, wiping your eyes and collecting yourself not even moments after you'd sat down. You took a deep breath and waved the man who'd comforted you goodbye. Then, you returned to Hershel's cell - where you stayed for days on end until he woke up.

"I'll leave you to your bike." You said, pulling yourself out of your thoughts.

Daryl nodded, wiping his palms over his jeans. You gave him a soft smile before going on.

"You still have to teach me to ride that thing one day." You noted, looking over at the intimidating hunk of metal like you were trying to convince yourself rather than him. "You promised."

The man chuckled lowly under his breath, turning to face the bike. "One day, Sunshine."

You flitted around the courtyard doing odd jobs while waiting for Hershel to finish up his walk. Carol and T-Dog were cleaning some of the guns and Rick had sent Glenn to go check if there was a breach in the back of prison - letting him use one of the vehicles to do so. You sat on one of the rusted metal benches, sharpening your knife which had become dull. You barely noticed when a man approached you, taking a seat next to you quietly.

You looked up, raising an eyebrow at him. It was one of the prisoners you'd encountered a few days ago. Him and the other man, Oscar you thought his name was, had been allowed to stay with you provisionally as you all decided whether to trust them or not. They weren't in the same cell block yet, but you sometimes saw them around the yard. Rick had been skeptical at first, but allowed this much when you'd all insisted on showing kindness to the men.

He gave you a wiry smile as you looked at him. The man was small and scrawny, with long ash hair and a handlebar moustache to match. He was still dressed in his blue prison jumpsuit, and you thought he was lucky not to get shot on that first day of clearing the prison - when those jumpsuits had been your targets.

"I hope you don't mind me sayin', but you're mighty pretty." He remarked, unprompted. He had a Southern twang to his accent, but it rang out a lot more grateingly than the ones you were used to.

You gave him a curt smile, looking back down at your hands as you continued sharpening the knife. "Thanks." You said.

"Like, really pretty." He went on, looking you up and down as though it were flattering. "The rest of the women here are fine, too. But you're just on another level, sweetheart." He smiled, much too warmly, and rested a hand over your thigh before giving it a squeeze.

Your eyes flickered to the palm pressed on your jeans and then back at your knife. He must have seen you do it, because he quickly pulled away and let out a strained laugh. You looked over at Daryl, who watched the exchange with a scowl. He was a few feet away, and you didn't know if he could make out exactly what the man was saying, but he was definitely close enough to get the gist. You shot him a warning look, as you had a feeling he might come over and cause trouble if you didn't.

"Look, Axel?" You questioned, still unsure of the man's name. He nodded, and you went on. "I appreciate you giving me compliments and all, but I know someone who wouldn't."

Axel was sitting with his back to Daryl, oblivious of the way the archer tensed when watching the two of you. You thought that it was for the best that he couldn't see him, and you met Axel's stare in a way that made you hope he would take the hint.

He squinted at you, leaning back against the bench. "You with one of these folks?" He asked.

You nodded, letting your eyes purposefully look over his shoulder.

"The one glaring daggers at the back of your head." You explained, and he immediately whipped around to see.

Axel quickly stood up, throwing his hands in the air defensively when he met Daryl's gaze. He took a few steps in his direction, before becoming intimidated and deciding to stay where he was, instead.

"Sorry, brother!" He called out, giving a quick glance back to you. "I swear I didn't know she was taken."

You scoffed, despising the way he looked at you like you were an object to be claimed. Daryl scowled right back, throwing his rag over the seat of his bike.

"I ain't yer brother." He growled, just loud enough for you to hear it. He then shot Axel a look before skulking away to the other gate.

You didn't have a chance to say anything back, as suddenly an alarm started blaring. It was so loud that you thought it was coming from inside your head. Before you could comprehend what was going on, you heard screams coming from the other part of the yard, and saw the group running for the inner gate.

The next moments were entirely chaotic, as you were reminded of the fall of the farm once again. Walkers poured in through the broken section of the fence, as you all scurried for the inner part of the prison. The alarm continued to whirr, as you stood unable to tell where it was coming from. You dashed towards Hershel and Beth, who'd become separated from the others, and urged them to safety as you locked yourselves up in one of the small lattice cages that connected to the watchtowers. Then, you waited.

With no weapon, all you could do was comfort Beth and offer a shoulder to Hershel for support. The three of you watched as some other members of the group tried to close the gap in the gate, putting down the walkers that had gotten through it. You heard Rick yelling, and everyone followed him to the prison's interior - presumably to find the source of the alarm.

It felt like hours before it was shut off. Even then, the high-pitched noise still rang in your ears for a good few minutes after that. You all remained silent where you stood, enclosed in your metal cage. You didn't know how long you'd been there, but the adrenaline hadn't settled down in your chest yet. Your mind filled with thoughts you couldn't control, as you prayed that Daryl and the others were safe. You'd barely been able to see anything through the mayhem. The group had been split, that you were certain of, but you didn't know who went where, exactly.

After a few more minutes, you saw Rick emerge from the C Block entrance, followed by Glenn and Daryl. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as you met his gaze, slipping your fingers through the gaps in the metal like you were trying to reach out to him. They quickly came over to you, unlocking the door so that you could all leave the small space. You instantly flung your arms around Daryl, not caring in the least about the grease and bloodstains on his skin this time.

You barely got to exchange a few words with each other before you noticed Carl and Maggie exiting the prison from another doorway. Rick ran over to his son, pulling him into his chest when he got to him. Though, you didn't miss the look on Carl's face, as he stared straight through his father. What you did miss, however, was the newborn baby bundled up in Maggie's arms.

You instantly felt your face fall, as you stood back from Daryl's arms to look at your friend. She let out a sob, shaking her head at Rick when the man finally noticed her. The officer stood in silence for a few seconds, before he finally comprehended what she meant. He let out a yell, so deep that it sounded like it came from his core, and started to pace back and forth whilst running his hands through his hair. He shook his head, not once looking towards the newborn. Instead, he retrieved his hatchet and walked straight past Maggie, back inside the prison. And all you could do was watch.

The baby cried and cried in your arms as you huddled her close to your chest, trying to soothe her. She was hungry, you knew, but all you could do was wait for Daryl to return with some formula - if he had the luck of finding any. After Rick had left the group, the rest of you got Maggie and Carl back to C Block - where they explained everything that had happened. They both trembled as they spoke, obviously traumatised. You could remember the look on Carl's face when he'd told you about shooting his mother, and you didn't waste any time pulling him into your chest and holding him tight.

Glenn left with Maggie to go back to their cell, since she looked like she needed some comfort. Daryl went to go and search for Rick, but ended up coming back to the block with Carol in his arms instead. She'd seemed so pale when he brought her in, and Hershel had told you all that it was shock once he looked over her. Later, she'd come around enough to tell you about T-Dog, too, and how he sacrificed himself so that she could get back. In one day, you'd lost two members of the group and gained one more. Though, baby Grimes was living on borrowed time. You all knew that she wouldn't survive for long if you didn't get her some formula.

Daryl had left almost immediately after that. You pleaded for him to stay with you, trembling in his arms as you did so, but you knew that he had no other choice. He'd be able to get there and back the fastest on his bike - wherever 'there' may be. So, you sent him off with a sad expression, watching the motorcycle leave through the gates and listening to its signature low rumble. He left his poncho behind, and you'd used it to swaddle baby Grimes when she was handed to you - and you hadn't let go of her since.

You tried to hush her, rocking on the balls of your feet gently from side to side. She wailed in response, and you felt your heart breaking. You unintentionally started to pace around your cell, suddenly feeling like a single mother much too young to take care of the life bundled in your arms. The rest of the group were tending to Carol, Maggie and Carl, so you were left to look after the baby in the meantime. You thought that you could do it, initially. Though, seeing how much she looked like her mother, even as young as she was, made you crumble.

She howled and spluttered against your grubby vest, hiccuping on her own tears as you tried to lull her to sleep. You had no experience with babies, and you felt like you were torturing her by making her starve so soon after she'd come into this world.

"Come on baby girl." You whispered to her, feeling her cheek press up against the skin by your neck.

Her little mouth quivered against you, and you thought you could feel her whole body tremble even through the material you had her wrapped in. She choked out another cry and you felt completely useless. You didn't know what else to do. So, you swayed her gently and began singing.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine." You smiled down at her, trying to compete with her broken wails.

"You make me happy when skies are grey." She spluttered a little, and you rubbed her back gently with your palm.

"You'll never know dear, how much I love you." You stopped swaying as she started to quieten down.

"Please don't take my sunshine away."

The little girl in your arms opened her mouth slightly, but didn't let out a cry. Instead, it almost seemed like a yawn as she offered a couple more whimpers before drifting off against your chest. You looked down at her in disbelief, wondering how something so pure could be born into a world so cruel. Then, you noticed Carol standing in the doorway, watching you.

You immediately opened your mouth to explain yourself, but she just brought a finger to her lips - reminding you to keep quiet. She had a warm look on her face, as she glanced over at the baby in your arms, and approached you with the practiced silent footsteps that only a mother could have.

Wordlessly, Carol readjusted the baby in your hold, so that she was better supported. Then, she gently tugged at the corners of Daryl's poncho, wrapping the swaddle securely - in a way much more experienced than you had done. You watched in awe as she seemed to know exactly what to do. After a few seconds, you glanced down, and then back at Carol, offering for her to hold the baby. She shook her head politely and you nodded.

"The song worked." You whispered to her, and she leant her head on your shoulder to look down at the newborn in your arms.

"I know." She replied.

Not long after that, you both heard the familiar sound of the metal keychain unlocking the cell block door, and made your way out into the main area. Daryl walked through, shrugging off his backpack and letting it fall heavily to the floor. He didn't say anything, crouching down and unzipping it to pull out a bottle and a number of formula boxes. You let out a sigh of relief as the group started to praise him, going to collect the supplies. Hershel clapped a hand over his back and gave him a small nod, but Daryl just continued to make up a bottle in silence.

You walked over to him with the baby in your arms, and saw the softness of his expression when he recognised his poncho as her swaddle. You rested your head in the crook of his neck in a half-hug, as baby Grimes rested between both of your chests - starting to rouse from her nap. You thanked Daryl, and helped him take the baby from your arms.

You watched as he brought her in close and held her nearly as well as Carol had taught you. Everyone seemed surprised, too, as he started feeding her the bottle with a soft look in his eyes. You had to admit, you never would have expected him to be as natural as he was with her. The baby sucked on the bottle contentedly, as Daryl tried not to let her take too much at once. She'd been waiting for her first meal all day, and she spluttered a bit on the milk as she drank too quickly.

"There ya go. Must've been hungry, right?" Daryl questioned, looking down at her little face poking out from the thick poncho.

She gurgled a little, which made your heart melt. "You like that, lil' Ass Kicker?" He asked, and you all laughed.

You crossed your arms, shaking your head at him in disbelief. Only Daryl could nickname a baby as adorable as her Ass Kicker.

"What?" He grumbled half-heartedly, looking up at the group who watched him. "It's a good name, ain't it?"

Carol nodded beside you, and had a smile on her face as she looked over at the baby resting against Daryl's bare arms.

"Ass kicker." She said, trying out the name on her tongue. "I think it suits her."

The others mumbled in agreement, and you felt pride at how Daryl had managed to change the atmosphere in a single instance. You watched as he cradled the baby, holding her like he'd never let any harm come to her.

"What do you think, Carl?" You asked, pulling the young boy into you by his shoulder. "You think she'll grow up to be a force to be reckoned with?" You gave him a warm smile, and he nodded in return.

"She'll be just like mom." He said, and you couldn't help but agree.

Daryl walked you back to your cell that night, after you'd all eaten and taken it in turns to coo over lil' Ass Kicker some more. The two of you took quiet steps as you went, as not to wake any of the others who'd already turned in. You felt exhausted, and could tell by his face that he did, too. So much had happened in the span of a single day. So much had reminded you that this place wasn't actually safe yet. You wondered if you were fooling yourself all along - holding onto the idea that the prison could be a home.

You bit your lip as you got lost in your thoughts. You decided that you had no other option; this place needed to be your home. This baby needed a safe place to grow up, and this had to be it. Somehow, you all had to make it work - for her.

"We've got to protect her, Daryl." You whispered, feeling the words slip from your mouth before you even considered saying them. You looked over to meet his eyes as you approached your cell.

"Yeah, I know." He replied, with a thousand yard stare. He seemed equally as caught up in his own thoughts, too.

"For Lori." You clarified, and he nodded. "And until Rick gets through whatever he needs to get through."

The man stopped once you reached your cell, pulling you into his chest for a few seconds. You allowed yourself to be taken in by his warmth, and feel his heartbeat against your cheek as you stayed there. Though, he soon pulled back. You were almost glad he did, fearing that you wouldn't have been able to let go if he'd stayed any longer. He gave the top of your head a brief kiss before telling you to get some rest, and turning to leave.

You eyed his mattress at the end of the catwalk, just lying on the floor where you'd all had to occasionally step over him some nights.

"Daryl." You called out softly, before he could get far.

He glanced back to look at you, and you opened your cell door further so that he could see inside.

"Stay with me, please?" You asked, and for the first night he did.

A/N As if my 3am writing session last night wasn't enough, I thought 'fuck it, what's one more?' I LIVE for the idea of Teach and Daryl almost being like Judith's godparents at this point - taking care of her until Rick can.

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RISES THE MOON

leon s kennedy x reader // 11 // blue moon

you hiss as leon cleans your wounds, huffing out a laugh. "might not be in trials for a while whilst this recovers." you huff, letting him pull fresh bandages over your shoulder. "can it really get that bad?" leon asks, and you nod. "depends. it's just because i've gone into so many trials in this condition. it's up to us whether or not we get worse, apparently. we need to perform to the best of our ability to avoid no trials." you explain, and leon huffs. "no trials. that doesn't sound that bad."

(long summary ik)

tags: a teeny tiny villain arc- if you squint, leon being rude, jake trying his best, blood, violence and gore, more mild/attempted violence later on, swearing/harsh insults, crying, hurt/comfort

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your breathing is ragged, blood slowly filling your lungs as you try to drag your body through the mud. the trapper, a ruthless killer that's been here longer than anyone, was having a rough match; and so he decided on slugging. jake was hidden away on a distant generator, too intimidated to help directly, leon was down, and cheryl was trying to run the killer around the killer shack.

a shrill scream notified everyone of cheryl's fall, and the trapper trudges past you to find jake. eventually, his gen pops and your eyes are growing heavier. your soul guard is up, and you groan as you try to pick yourself up. he must have noed so you have to be careful, and you would probably have to run to leon knowing cheryl has soul guard too; and is fond of picking herself up in a burst of independence.

"y/n..!" leon gasps, making his way over to you slowly. you cant muster up words, your vision darkening. "hey, hey. stay with me." he breathes, finally reaching you and grabbing your hand encouragingly. "it hurts..!" you groan, dirty hands pushing the dirt to try and pick yourself up. it was a slow, painful process that you weren't very fond of. "you can do this!" leon smiles, his other hand cupping your cheek gently.

"not so fast, vermin." the trapper's gruff voice interrupts, and he grabs your swelling, bruised ankle roughly. "no..!" leon yells, struggling to pull you back to him. the machete the killer gripped slashes down on your shoulder and you wail with pain. he doesn't even have a mori, he's just being a dick. "stop it!" leon protests, slowly trying to pick himself up, a new determination fueling him.

"shut up!" evan snaps, digging his dirty boot into the open wound. you cry out, tears dripping onto the dirt, silently hoping that cheryl would get up and help. your vision almost blacks out, until the heavy boot on you is tackled away. you manage to turn and see leon, angrier than you've ever seen. "leon!" you yelp as he grabs a stick, cracking the trapper's mask with it as he stabs it into the killer's face repeatedly. "stop it! leon, please!" you yell, feeling lightheaded with blood loss.

you glance over, jake is stood nearby- disturbed by leon's attack. "jake! help..!" you reach out, feeling too weak to keep going. the saboteur glances at the blonde; who is effectively bludgeoning evan- before running over and helping you up. with a sense of urgency, you run over to leon- grabbing his shoulders tightly as you pull him away from the trapper.

unfortunately, leon pulls away, still determined to kill the killer. the hunter is the hunted, and it scared you more than you'd like. "leon- stop it!" you yell, terrified of the new rage your boyfriend showed. finally, with one last stab- leon sits back, breathing heavily as he slumps off the body. blood is splattered on his face from the attack, and you stumble away as he looks at you. leon's heart sinks as he realises what's going on, you're scared of him, and he looks back over to the body. "shit... baby, wait." he gets up to hold you but you step away from him.

it was as if you couldn't recognise him anymore, and he hated it. jake walks over, carefully putting a hand on your arm to try and calm you. "jesus fucking christ." cheryl pants, having ran over after finally getting up. "what the fuck happened?!" she demands, marching past the body of evan to the three of you. "leon went fucking nuts. bludgeoned him." jake deadpans, and you whimper slightly. "i'm sorry- i just..! i saw red and i blacked out! i was just so mad over him hurting you i had to do something." leon finally spoke, mainly to you- but you weren't keen.

the way you leaned in towards jake made his blood boil with jealousy, and he huffs. "what happens now?" cheryl asks, dumbfounded by the lack of ending to this trial. "i'm... not sure... no one's ever killed a killer before." jake mumbles, rubbing your arm to ease you out of your terrified state. "we should go, let's just-... we need to get out of here." leon huffs, brain overrun with different thoughts.

would he but made into a killer? would he be exiled? ...would he have to stay away from you? the thoughts scared him, some more than others. "y/n, please say something..." cheryl mumbles, and you let out a small, strangled noise. jake sighs, simply grabbing your hand and helping you in the direction of a gate. "fuck..." leon groans, rubbing a bloody hand over his face. "fuck is right. you really messed up, scott." cheryl crosses her arms, and leon hums. "i know... i'll make it up to them."

your breathing slowly calms as jake keeps you close, the groaning of the gate sliding open making you jump. "c'mon. you can stay with me if you want.." he suggests, and you shake your head, still regressed into silence. he sighs, stopping with you as you both wait for the others. "i won't mind. it'll get you away from leon and his anger. is he like that often?" jake pries, naturally nosy even if he doesn't realise. you shake your head slightly, not seeing leon who was overhearing the conversation.

cursing under his breath, leon strides past you, simply burying his feelings. "leon..!" you wheeze, and he freezes before leaving the trial. jake stays silent, and cheryl gives you a comforting hug. "he's soft for you. it'll get better. i don't know what the crab god is gonna do with a dead killer... can they even be resurrected like us?" cheryl asks, looking at jake. "i'm not sure.. c'mon, let's go."

jake ended up walking you back to your shack, and with the comforting, run down building in sight; you practically collapse. you would of fallen completely if jake hadn't grabbed you, bringing you inside and laying you down. "you might be in shock, and with a massive loss of blood and a lot of injuries your body is probably weak." he mumbles, grabbing a first aid kit and a grimy water bottle.

"drink this..." he instructs, lifting your head to help you drink before working on sutures and pressing styptic powder into cuts. you feel conflicted, the kindness jake showed made you want to latch onto him, but you're so used to leon being the only person for you. you loved leon, sure... but jake was equally as kind, and a really good friend. perhaps you could hang out more... time passes and soon you're patched up, sat with your head on jake's leg. he was just talking about his past, and how he got stuck in a bush filled with thorns.

"am i interrupting something?" leon snarls from the doorway, and jake hums. "no. just helping them since you went m.i.a." jake replies with an equal amount of sass. you reach for leon and he walks over, his shoulder bumping with jakes as the saboteur takes his leave. "take care, y/n." he nods, leaving the two of you alone. leon takes a deep breath, gently brushing hair out of your face as he holds you carefully; as if you were made of glass. you note that his face and hands are clean of any blood, he must of gone to the lake.

"i'm so sorry that i scared you..." he whispers, kissing your head gently. "where were you?" you croak, and leon sighs. "i went for a run, cleared my head. washed up whilst i was out... i also spoke to jill." he shrugged, clearly not wanting to talk about it as he was pampering you instead. "i have a feeling that trials are gonna be put off for a while." leon sighs, adjusting his position so he could lay with you without hurting you as he held your wounded body close.

"i love you." you state, voice weak. "i love you too... i'm so sorry. i just wanted to protect you but i feel like you don't trust me anymore." leon replies, kissing your forehead gently. "no... no i do, i get it. stressful situations can cause such reactions. it's fine... i don't think any less of you." you mumble, yawning slightly. "shh. get some sleep, you need it." he kisses you as you cuddle closer, absorbing his warmth. "don't leave me..." you huff before dozing off, and leon feels his heart clench. "i would never. i love you so much... so so, much. no one can hurt you, not anymore."

you wake up to a bang and leon swearing, humming sleepily as you rub your eye. "i'm so sorry, baby. i didn't mean to wake you." he sighs, picking up the dropped items. "it's okay.." you yawn, reaching for him. "what's up?" he asks, sitting next to you and letting you cuddle up to him. "morning cuddles are essential for a good day." you smile, and leon chuckles. "baby, it's at least a new day by now... there's been no trials and i couldn't bring myself to wake you." leon shrugs, combing your hair out of your face before you sit up.

"no trials?" you furrow your brows, and he nods, solemnly. "yeah... i'm afraid of what the entity is cooking up." leon sighs, hugging you. "we'll be fine... it was going to happen eventually." you nod, giving leon a soft kiss in hopes of raising his mood. it works as he kisses you again, and again, letting out a happier sigh as he rests his head on your shoulder.

a loud thump interrupts you both, and you jump, grabbing leon's arm instinctively. "what..?" you mumble, and leon gets up. not wanting to be alone, you follow him; yet leon holds out his hand so you would stay back. grabbing his hand makes him sigh as he decides to keep going with you, poking his head out the door. a rock comes flying at him, and he ducks back inside, moving you behind him. "we know you're in there!" david yells, and you whine.

leon hushes you, pressing up against the door so that david and his crew of ace, kate and claudette couldn't open it. "nononono..!" you whimper, clutching your hands over your ears with stress. leon pulls you into his chest, cradling you as he hushes you. "it's okay... they'll leave." he whispers, and you try to stifle tears as you hide your face in his neck. "david, is this worth it..?" claudette's meek voice asks, and she's quickly scolded by ace for being a 'wimp.'

your shaky fingers clutch leon's jacket, trying to ground yourself as a boot hits the door. "open the door, kennedy!" david yells, and you hiccup a sob. leon huffs out a stressed breath, rubbing your sides as he presses his whole body's weight against the door. more kicks make the two of you jolt, and your breathing is only getting worse. "shh, sh-sh. it's okay." leon whispers soothingly, and david mocks him. "oh yeah, everything's gonna be just fine!"

he exaggerates the 'fine' with a rough kick to the door, splintering the old wood. leon shakes his head, simply pushing you towards the bed and letting david in. "what?" leon deadpans, and david huffs. "we've decided you're no longer a survivor. you're a killer now, kennedy." he crosses his arms; looking smug as ace leans against his shoulder. "and so, we have taken it upon us to escort you into killer territory." the gambler's sleazy grin makes your stomach squirm with uneasiness.

"hell, you can take your lapdog with you for some fun." kate laughs, and claudette looks away, clearly uncomfortable. as david goes to grab leon, you grab a hammer from a spare toolbox. "don't touch him!" your words are rushed and scared, but it makes david freeze. the fighter laughs at you, but you steel yourself for nasty words. "oh yeah? or what? don't think i forgot what you did to me!" david snaps, charging for you instead. you raise the hammer just in case, but he grabs your wrist before it can hit him. you can hear leon protest as david's fist hits your gut, making you double over with a pained whine. your stitches pop open, blood oozing through your shirt.

you crumple with a gasp, holding onto your stomach tightly as leon shoves david away from you. "what's your damage, david?!" your boyfriend snaps, readying up a punch. he couldn't even swing as ace had grabbed him from behind. "get them, david!" kate cheered from the sidelines, deciding to walk in and give your bloody stomach a harsh kick. "leon!" you squeak as your lover drops to the floor.

you try to get up, but kate's boot hits you once more. "guys, this isn't right..!" claudette cries from the door, but david shuts her up with a yell. "you wanna join them?" he demands, and she shakes her head, terrified. "then shut up." he kicks leon, laughing as ace grabs the blonde's wrists. "c'mon. the killers can deal with them." he grins, and david nods. "grab the whore too, they can go with him." david snarls and kate grabs your ankles, dragging you along with them.

you wheeze as you're pushed down a rocky hill and into the lake, spluttering as you try and get up. kate just laughs at you, her boot pressing your face down into the dirty water. you struggle, thrashing despite the pain. no one has ever died outside a trial, and you didn't want to be the first. you have no idea if people killed out of trials could come back... the thought doesn't bother kate as she continues to push your face down, laughing as if it was the most hilarious thing she's ever seen. eventually, you're pulled up from the water, and you gasp for breath, coughing and groaning.

"leave them here." david demands, and you're shoved into a ditch next to leon. "this is far enough, don't wanna get lost now do we?" ace adds on, and the two of them high five. the three leave, yet claudette looks at you apologetically before walking off with them. "y/n..?" leon groans, and you whimper with a soft sob. "baby, hey. it's okay, i'm here." leon's bruised face finally comes into focus in your vision, and you can only cry harder.

leon pulls you into a tight hug, kissing your forehead gently. "i'm so sorry that they did this to you..!" you wail, holding onto him tightly. "shh, baby. it's okay, let me see your stomach." leon breathes out, pulling up your shirt. "holy shit, what happened to you?" a new voice chimes in, and you jump, holding onto leon tightly. "you guys... aren't supposed to be here..?" a female voice adds on, and you turn to see two killers.

frank and julie, they looked rather confused. "please... we've been through enough, just leave us alone." leon scoffs, standing with a pained grunt before helping you up too. "hey, relax. you're in no walking condition." julie extends a hand to help, but leon slaps it away. "don't touch them." he snaps, letting you lean on him. "look, either let us help or we'll leave your little pet to bleed out." frank crosses his arms, agitated with the defensive attitudes. you glance at leon who seems just as unsure. "let's go... we need shelter, and they could provide us with medical supplies..?" you tug his hand slightly, and he sighs. "fine, just stay near me, okay?"

frank groans at the protectiveness, turning on his heel and walking away. julie sighs, offering her hand once more. you hesitate, before taking it, and you note that her hands are soft, smooth yet cold. it's refreshing. "come on, ormond is this way." she nods in the direction of frank who was waiting by a tree for the three of you to catch up. "oi, frank! come back you dick!" she yells, making you flinch. "why?" he huffs, arms crossed. "i need you to carry this one, they're not making it to ormond like this!" she demands, and you feel rather uneasy.

"i don't think so.." leon interrupts and this time julie grows annoyed. "look, there's no fucking way you're carrying them like that, you can barely fucking stand, let us help." she snaps, and leon sighs, letting frank walk up to you. "c'mon then sweetcheeks." he sighs, turning so you could wrap your arms around his neck. with the help of julie, you're hoisted up into frank's back, and you look back at leon who's fuming with jealousy.

trying your best, you give him a soft smile as frank walks off with you. "you're so light." the canadian notes, and you hum. "i don't get to eat often..." you reply, making idle conversation as you lean your head against his; feeling exhausted from crying and fighting. "joey will fix that. he's an amazing cook." frank replies, adjusting you so he wouldn't accidentally drop you. "that sounds nice..." you yawn, yet frank raises his shoulder; jolting you awake. "stay awake, you might have a concussion. just keep talking to me."

you furrow your brows, "about what?" you ask, and he sighs. "anything! just don't fall asleep on me." he replies, and you think for a moment. "i like dogs... especially dobermans, they're so adorable." you deadpan, and frank huffs out a laughs. "yeah, they're pretty cool." he agrees, and you smile. "do you have a favourite breed?" you ask, and he hums. "probably a german shepherd, and don't tell julie this but dalmatians are cute." he replies, and you can hear the grin on his face.

"why shouldn't i tell julie?" you tease, and he laughs again. "because i have a reputation to uphold, you brat." frank replies, keeping the conversation flowing easily by talking about favourable moments of his past that made you laugh. upon reaching a gate, the four of you trudge into the map, and you shudder at the change of weather. "we can give you with a spare jacket so you don't freeze." julie smiles, resting a hand on your arm as she walks into the lodge, jogging up the stairs. joey looks over at frank, with a smile. "sup, frank-! woah.. what happened to them?" he asks, stepping over to observe you. "dunno, but jules is keen on helping them." frank shrugs, his tough guy act back up.

slowly, you get down from frank's back and thank him. the leader of the legion gives you a brief smile before turning back to joey. "is danny around? he can fix up stitches really well." the older male asks, and joey shrugs. "haven't seen him, sorry.." a new voice chimes in, a softer female voice. "i did textiles! i can stitch them up!" susie chimes, and you look up to see her vaulting the balcony, landing with a huff. she gives you a toothy grin, filled with braces and you smile back. susie was so pretty, they seemed normal... you almost forgot they were killers.

"yeah, i'm not having you stitch them up like a towel. we need danny, stat." frank orders, and susie sighs. "fiiine. i'll go find him." she trudges off, and leon grabs your arm; making you jump. pulling you into a hug, leon rests his head upon yours, holding you tightly. "hey, let us see that gash." julie pulls leon away, moving you over to the couch. "i'll start cooking up some dinner for you two, you must be starving." joey nods, walking out of the main room. you whimper as julie presses an alcoholic wipe to your gash, cleaning the dirt from it.

"sorry, i don't want to risk infection." she smiles, and you nod, looking over at leon who was silently brooding in the corner. beckoning him over makes him roll his eyes and look away; and you feel a tinge of sadness, looking away as well. "oi, they clearly need you right now! don't be a dick!" frank snaps, and leon huffs out a bitter laugh. "they seem fine to me." he shoots back, and your heart sinks. frank breathes out a laugh. "i'm gonna beat your ass-"

"frank!" julie scolds, pressing a towel over your bleeding cut. "whatever..." frank huffs, walking off. joey walks back in, looking at frank over his shoulder. "what's got him in a bad mood?" he asks, looking over at the two of you. "just leave him, he'll calm down." julie sighs, clearly over frank's violent behaviour. "alright... uh... how do you two feel about some barley stew?" joey asks, and you look confused. "oh my god, they've never had it! i'm gonna give you a big portion!" joey beams, leaving once more.

julie laughs, keeping pressure on your wound. "he's gonna over-feed you, he gets that from his grandma. she's a... was... a lovely woman." her smile is pained and you frown. "i'm sorry for your loss..." and julie shakes her head. "she was alive when we came in here, whether or not she is now... i don't know... he's so upset over it." julie sighs, and you nod. "this world's cruel. i'm sorry."

"not your fault, darling." frank sighs, walking into the room; seeming more calm now. "we got ourselves into this mess-" "you got us into this mess." julie corrects, and frank chuckles. "sure. it has it's ups and downs but we're all gonna make it out of here." frank nods, determined to escape this hell. you smile, looking back over at leon who was still upset, not even looking at you. "found him!" susie beams, waltzing into the room with danny following. "damn, you weren't lying." the tall man laughs, kneeling down next to you. julie pulls the towel back to let him work, and you take a deep breath as he preps the needle.

"don't worry, darling. i'm a professional at patching people up. i could do it with my eyes closed." danny smiles, and you can't help but fluster. he was very attractive, and his cologne smelt divine. it brought back waves of nostalgia to your past life, and you can't help but lean closer. "sit still, i don't wanna mess up." he mumbles, falling quiet as the needle pierces your skin.

you let out a pained noise through gritted teeth, sucking in a deep breath as he pulls the needle through. "i know, it's not a great thing; getting stitches. however, if it stops you from dying then it's a win in my book." danny grins at you before pulling it all the way through. you gasp at the feeling of the thread pulling through your skin, piecing it back together. "alright, let's get this done asap.." danny breathes out, probably talking to himself as he pushes the needle through your skin once more.

once finished, he gently wipes away any stray blood that was dribbling down, and cleans you up as best he can. "thank you..." you rasp, offering him a smile. "no problem, beautiful." danny grins, and you glance back over at leon. your boyfriend was clearly angry, fists clenching his jacket as he keeps his arms crossed. "what about you? you need cleaning up too?" danny stands up fully, and you glance between them. "no. by all means have fun, i don't care." leon snarls, glaring at the taller man. "damn, okay. don't say i'm never nice to you." danny fakes offence, turning away and sitting on a spare armchair.

"thank you.." you smile at julie who smiles back. "no problem." she nods before leaving the room. frank finally relaxes with the whole ordeal seemingly over with and joins you on the couch, throwing an arm over the back of it. you lean back too, trying to get comfy and warm in the harsh, biting cold. "here! i found a spare hoodie for you!" susie smiles, shoving the clothing into your chest. "it was mine, but i never wear it- so you can have it!" she nods at the hoodie and you fluster.

"oh, no that's okay! thank you-!" "please, i insist!" susie interrupts, and you glance at frank who shrugs at you. "thank you, susie." you smile, letting her help you put it on. "i also found some cute plasters." she pulls out a box of coloured bandaids, offering you a yellow one. "really susie?" frank raises her brows, but danny puts his hand up enthusiastically. "ooh- ooh! can i have one!" he cackles, and susie throws a red one at him.

"frank?" she giggles, and he rolls his eyes. "nope." the leader huffs out a laugh, and susie sighs. "your loss, dude. we're gonna look so cool." she sticks her tongue out, gently placing the yellow plaster over your cut nose. "and let's put this one... there!" she sits back, happy with her work. susie had put one on every cut and bruise she could find, leaving 5 plasters left. you laugh slightly at the abundance of bandaids on your body, and at the fact danny had put his on his nose as well. "now we match." he grins, and you nod.

"ooh, should i have a pink one?" susie giggles, brushing her blue hair out of her face. "go for it." danny laughs, and she carefully places the plaster over her freckled nose. "nice look, susie." joey laughs, and she nods. "mhm. we're cool now." she giggles, moving and sitting next to you. "dinner is served!" joey smiles, giving you the bowl. "thank you..! this looks amazing." you smile, and joey gives a dramatic bow. "you're welcome." he chirps, handing out spare bowls of stew.

you don't know if it was because you were starving, or if the stew was just that good, but joey's barley stew was amazing. you ate half of it quickly, but a nagging feeling was slowly dampening your happy mood. "leon?" you mumble, turning over to look at him, but he wasn't there anymore. "don't worry, he wouldn't have gone far." julie smiles, sitting on a pillow next to the fire and warming up her hands before eating a spoonful of her food.

"you're in no condition to walk, let alone worry. we'll find him." susie smiles, nudging your arm gently with her elbow. "thank you so much... for all of this." you smile, feeling truly accepted with this band of misfits. "no problem, now eat up before your food goes cold. there's always seconds too!" joey smiles, and you nod.

time passes as you inform the group of your situation with leon, the two deaths caused by you and leon, and to lighten the mood; susie brought out uno. by the time everyone was ready to wrap up for the night, you had eaten three bowls of stew, and was now curled up in a spare bed; worried sick about leon. he had left you here... what if someone less kind came into the realm? what if the legion betrayed you? what if he didn't come back? you sniffle slightly, tears dampening your pillow. however, you feel too tired to get up to search for him despite the feeling that you had to.

by the time you wake up, laughter can be heard downstairs, but there was no sight of leon. you get up with a groan, cringing as the bed creaks under your weight. stumbling out the door, you peer over the banister. no leon. your heart becomes heavy and your lungs empty. with a small whimper, you collapse with a thud, leaning back against the railings. "woah, you alright up there?" joey calls, and the others look up at you. "hey, it's alright- i'm coming up!" susie yells up to you, running up the stairs to you. she sits next to you, pulling you into a hug and letting you cry. "are they okay?" julie asks, standing up. "i don't know!" susie replies, pulling away to check you over. "they're having a panic attack dipshit." frank yawns, trudging out of his room.

"move. let me do it." frank shoves susie slightly, sitting beside you. carefully, frank hoists you into his arms, and susie nods; leaving you so you didn't feel watched. "c'mon, breathe for me darling. in for 5, hold for 6, out for 7. you're alright." he mumbles, voice deep and gruff with sleep. after a few breaths, you look over to see joey who is on his knees on the stairs, pushing a hot chocolate over to the two of you. "joey, piss off..!" frank laughs; and you can't help but giggle through your trained breathing. "sorry! just thought a hot chocolate would help!" joey giggles, leaving the two of you be.

"what's caused all this then?" frank asks, cupping your face and wiping away tears. "leon... he left me.. i just- it's too much right now." you sniffle, accepting the hot chocolate with shaky hands. "i get it, you need him right now. i told the others to find him by morning but i guess no luck... we can ask when you're feeling better." frank sighs, and you nod, eating a marshmallow off the top of the drink.

once calm, frank brought you downstairs, wrapped you in a blanket, and sat next to you on the couch. "anyone seen leon?" he asks, keeping an arm over you rather protectively as you lean into his side; exhausted. "no... sorry, dude." joey smiles sadly, taking your empty cup to get you a refill. "that dick, what's his problem." frank scoffs, and julie hums. "he'll come back. it's not like he has anything better to do with the lack of trials." she eats a spoonful of porridge, and susie nods, pulling her hair into a messy bun so it didn't get in her food.

"i had a look around too, he's probably left the realm." danny quips, and you whine slightly. frank catches your noise, gently rubbing your shoulder to soothe you. it was awkward, but it worked. "sorry, doll. didn't mean to upset you." danny cringes at the negative emotions floating around the room, clearly uncomfortable. "it's okay..." you mumble, practically hidden in frank's side. "oh my god, you're so cute together." susie jokes, trying to lighten the mood. "shut up, susie." frank groans.

you smile as they bicker slightly, accepting a bowl of porridge and a hot chocolate from joey. watching danny and susie play chess was very exciting, with all the trash talk over chess, you found it amusing (and a good distraction) as you ate. "take that bitch! check!" susie grins, happy with her move. "thanks, that's what i was gonna do." danny shrugs, knocking the bishop over and placing his pawn down. "you bitch!" she snaps, looking over her pieces again.

"i bring this piece... back- back from the dead!" she giggles, pulling a knight back up. "hey! you can't do that!" danny protests with a laugh. you giggle, finishing your breakfast as you watch them. "i just did!" susie sticks her tongue out at danny, who laughs more. "alright then, i can move this piece twice." he shrugs, pushing his pawn forward two spaces.

"oh my god... what happened to normal chess?" frank sighs, his ribcage rumbling with his words. you lean closer, happily sucking up his warmth. "this is normal chess!" the two of them yell, and frank raises his hands in fake defeat. "alright; alright." he laughs, looking down at you with a fond smile. you smile back, letting him ruffle your hair. "feel better?" he asks, and you nod slightly. "good, don't worry about him. if he's got the right mind, he'll come back."

days pass, and leon didn't show. the good news was that you were on your feet again, and you were walking with danny through the woods. "do you think we'll find him around here? what if he's back at my shack?" you ask; and danny shrugs. "we can check if you want?" with that question, the two of you walk in the direction of the shack when danny suddenly stops. "do you hear that?" he asks, and you stop too.

a small, familiar groan could be heard, and you look at danny worriedly. "leon?" you call, and the noise stops. "leon!" you try again, nothing. danny leads you in the direction, and sure enough your boyfriend was collapsed on the floor, leant up against a rock and slumped. you rush over, sitting beside him and pulling his head upright. he was clearly hungry and tired, eyes barely open. "y/n..?" he rasps, and you don't realise that you're crying. "what are you doing out here? i've been so worried!" you gush, holding him tightly. "here. let me get him, we'll bring him back to ormond." danny steps up, and you nod.

with leon in the bed you had slept in, you were calmer than you were a few days ago. however, he was currently knocked out; getting a few hours of sleep was probably good. joey was fixing up dinner, and you had decided to go upstairs to be with your lover. creaking open the door, you see that he's still asleep, lips slightly parted and his face relaxed. being careful so you didn't wake him, you sit down next to leon, taking his hand in both of yours.

minutes feel like hours as you sit with him, silently crying as he sleeps. "y/n..?" leon moans out, and you freeze, looking at him as he yawns. "where are we..?" he asks, and you let out a relieved breath, cupping his face and giving him a desperate kiss. "you're so awful! i've been worried sick about you! why did you leave?" you sob, cradling him to you as he tries to sit up. "i was just... jealous... i'm so sorry. i shouldn't have left." he sighs, kissing you again.

"are you alright? you're not hurt?" you worry, and leon nods. "i'm fine." he soothes you with a hug, and you whine. "i was so worried..." you sob, and he nods. "i know... it's okay. i won't leave you like that... not again." leon kisses your head, trying to calm you with gentle rocks from side to side. "i love you." he states and you sniffle, kissing him again. "i love you too."

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jiminstonic · 3 years

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Apothic | pjm

pairing: yandere!zombie!jimin + g/n reader

word count: 6.1k+

genre: thriller, fluff(?), mild angst

warnings: GORE, violence, puking, obsessive thoughts, death, zombie cannibalism, is it necrophilia when it’s a zombie?? (sorry if i forgot anything)

— synopsis: Ever since the apocalypse hit, it’s been kill or be killed. So, what are you to do when a ghoul would kill for you instead of kill you?

Fuck, no more canned ravioli. Chef Boyardee will be dearly missed.

You crack a smile at your own thoughts while scanning the supermarket aisle, a flickering fluorescent overhead. Dirt and various food wrappers litter the tiled floor that you tiptoe on with sock-covered feet, shoes in hand in order to make as little sound as possible. You’ve yet to see a ghoul in this supermarket, but better to be safe than sorry.

With every item you stuff in your bag, a small sigh of relief passes through your lips. Going nomad helps a lot with your need to be alone, but also comes with many cons. Sitting at the very top of the list is being cautious. If ambushed by a group of ghouls, you must find a way out all on your own. It’s a risk you’re willing to take. But you’re not stupid enough to be noisy, whether you’re really alone or not.

Maybe you’ll get a box of cereal this time. You just hope it won’t make too much noise while in your bag.

You make the round of a few more aisles, grabbing a new toothbrush and a few pens. Some rash cream too maybe, just in case. You start to mindlessly grab items that you might need until you end up in the candy aisle.

Gummy bears. It’s the first thing to grab your attention, better with the nearly vacant shelves, and you refuse to leave without it.

Carefully, you pinch the corner of the bag, gently pulling it from the rack it hangs on. It’s a slow process, and you’re on the verge of regretting it as a scraping starts to sound when you continue to tug. Finally, the rack comes to an end and the bag slips off with no more than a split second of a crinkle. That’s when you decide that you have enough for today’s supply, not wanting to risk much more than that. With a swift spin, you turn to head out, one socked-up foot in front of the other when you’re stopped dead in your tracks.

Right at the other end of the aisle, stands a ghoul. It’s as still as a statue, save for the twitch in its fingers.

The sight makes your heart drop and the bag of gummy bears slip from your grasp. The sound that emits when it hits the floor makes the ghoul jump, oddly enough, but it still doesn’t make a single move. It just stands there, watching you.

That’s when you finally snap out of it, stumbling backward and running as fast as you can to the back exit. Even with the machete strapped to your side, you like to avoid having to kill them because, once again, noise. It’s always noise. The same thing that caused a headache for you once upon a time, but is now sometimes caused by the lack thereof.

You can’t care enough to try slipping on your shoes, too busy running for your life down the road. Rocks jab at the bottom of your feet, but you can only tighten your jaw and force yourself to bear it. A bite hurts a lot worse, you remind yourself.

The entire road is bare, same as when you came and is the reason why you even went into the supermarket. No ghouls around. ‘Clear skies’, as you like to call it. So, why was it just that one ghoul there? And how did you not notice it before?

Your pants come out in a near wheeze as you push yourself through the heavy door. Once it’s shut behind you, you fall back onto it and slide down to the floor. The thick air of the high school locker room suddenly doesn’t seem so bad when you’re gasping for breath.

With one last deep breath, you push yourself up with a huff. You sling the bag from off of your shoulder and let it drop to the ground, not very worried about its contents. With a tug on the strap around your torso, the velcro pulls apart and you place it on a metal table sticking from the brick wall, the machete only making a small thud.

Your mattress is in the deeper corner of the locker room with the rest of your stuff. The lockers in that spot hold more than you should probably keep, but you’re not very worried about anyone raiding the place. As far as you know, this town is abandoned.

Your feet drag across the tile as you make your way toward the showers, flicking on every one of the battery operated fans as you pass by. You don’t know how or why, but there’s still running water coming into the locker room. You’ve always tried not to question it, afraid of jinxing it just for the water not to work anymore. And you’re worried for when winter comes, since the water can only run cold. But you’re grateful for it. There’s no way you can’t be.

Usually, you’d pick a cd out of your stash to put into the battery operated player, but you don’t want to waste any time in washing off the sweat that sticks to your skin. With your clothes thrown to the floor at your feet, you turn the nozzle and immediately feel the cool water rush against your skin. You’re quick to grab the bar of soap, one of the many you’ve made sure to collect, and rub it against your skin.

You wake up randomly, not bothering to sit up and separate yourself from the warmth of the blanket, even if it is just a fireproof blanket. But the grumble of your stomach forces you to change your mind. Eating something before crashing on the mattress would’ve been a smart decision.

With a kick, you fling the blanket from your body, setting your feet onto the floor. As you stand, the faint breeze from the fans hit you, waking you further. You rummage through the lockers containing food, not being able to see much of anything—it’s still dark out. The moon is high in the inky sky, a tell-tale sign of the night’s peak. It casts its glowing rays through the high windows to beam down in sections on the tile.

Your hand finds a pack of crackers that you settle for; it��s only a late night snack anyways. Shutting the locker door, you practically jump out of your skin at seeing the dark figure that stands there. A shriek escapes you, feeling your heart drop far into your chest as you drop the crackers in favor of clumsily shuffling backward into the corner of the lockers. You can’t afford to take your eyes off of the figure if they’re here to hurt you, take everything you have left.

You can’t even see their face yet, the moonlight only illuminating their torso. Looking at what you’re able to actually see, you notice that they’re holding a bag, quickly recognizing the gummy bear logo. Your brow shoots up in question.

It isn’t until you shift your eyes back to their shadowed face that you realize they’re getting closer, the moonlight racing up their body. You push yourself further into the lockers pressed against your back, not thinking it was even possible to be any closer. Your breaths come out quicker, nostrils flaring as you begin to panic with every step the stranger makes toward you. Looking past them, you catch sight of your machete that sits on the table, useless on the other side of the room.

Maybe you can side step them, make a narrow escape and grab the weapon, impaling them with it before they can blink twice.

But that plan bursts into flames as you feel their presence just inches from you. They’re eerily quiet, not even the sound of breathing could be heard from them, only you. You slowly look at their face, the moonlight finally bringing it to light, and you panic further upon the sight.

They’re a ghoul. The ghoul. It’s the same one that you ran from earlier today in the store. It’s pale and delicate face, devoid of life and showcasing veins here and there, is surprisingly unscathed. It-...he must’ve been a gorgeous man when he was alive. His blue-ish violet lips stand out the most, especially with the dried blood that stains them. His eyes are the most unique you’ve seen for a ghoul. Usually, a ghoul’s irises were clouded over in a deathly white mist, but he only has one eye like that. The other is perfectly normal, it’s deep brown holding a single sparkle from the light. It’s captivating, to say the least.

Not once has his eyes drifted from you, and it’s starting to make you worry even more. You can already feel the sting of an impending bite everywhere he looked on your skin. It was torture, and he kept getting closer and closer, making you shut your eyes in fearful expectation. Yet, a bite never came. He didn’t fiercely tear away at your flesh with his teeth, making you his late night snack just as you were fearing. Quite the contrary, in fact.

Instead of a painful bite, you felt cold skin pressed against your chest. It has you feeling your own rapid heartbeat against your rib cage. Slowly, you open your eyes to look down, only to see him leaning his forehead against your chest. You’re beyond confused, but you don’t push him away in fear that it may trigger him to actually kill you. And so, you stay impossibly still as he has his...moment?

You watch as he slowly moves his head, the tip of his nose brushing against your skin until you feel his slightly parted lips do the same. He stays there with the tip of his nose and lips lightly touching you, right over your pounding heart. You have no idea what he might be thinking—if he can think. If there’s more to ghouls than what people know, then you are just as clueless.

Suddenly, you feel—as well as hear—him take a deep inhale. It makes you clench your fists that are pressed against the lockers since you’re still too afraid to squirm away from him. His exhale comes out as a small, soft whine, almost as if he were in pain, but still content. You’ve never heard anything so smooth and airy come from a ghoul before, most of them wasting what’s left of their voice boxes by incoherently yelling. He presses his free hand rather harshly against the locker next to your side, emitting a bang that has you flinching. With the same arm, he pushes himself upright to meet your eyes. Once again, he lets out a soft hum while you keep eye contact, and if he were still alive, you would’ve melted at the sweet sound.

It’s not until you feel a nudge at your hip that you look down, seeing him pushing the bag of gummy bears toward you. Hesitant, you glance back up at him, gauging his intentions only to be met with the same stare. He was waiting, wanting you to take it. So you did. With a shaking hand, you take the bag from him, and his arm immediately falls limp at his side as if he were carrying a large weight this entire time.

As he steps back, you take the only chance you have and run past him while dropping the bag, the machete being your only priority. You grab it, spinning around with it already raised high in the air and pointing at the ghoul, ready to bring it down into his chest. But you stop halfway, the sight in front of you completely catching you off guard. His eyes are wide, scared even, hands held in front of him to shield himself from your attack. They shake with the effort he puts into holding them up, and you slowly start to break at the dawning realization. Your grip on the weapon’s handle immediately disappears, the blade dropping to the floor with a resounding clang.

“What am I even doing?” You whisper, appalled by the aggression you didn’t think twice about. That’s not like you, it never was like you. Even if the one standing in front of you is a being that can rip your flesh and devour your organs in an instant, you were still disgusted with yourself.

Sure, his actions were confusing and you’ve never seen a ghoul act so...human. But that definitely doesn’t mean you should put a blade in his skull without a second thought, all because he confused you.

On the other hand, you’ve lived with the apocalypse for half of your lifetime, only ever knowing to kill or be killed. There weren’t many times you had to kill a ghoul, but when you did, there was never the satisfaction that others talked about after taking one down. You never felt victorious or powerful. Only guilty and despondent. Even if it was their fate, a fate that could’ve never been reversed.

So you stand there, tears blurring your vision as you’re unable to meet the eyes of the ghoul in front of you. All of your thoughts are like knives spearing your heart, and you’re unable to focus on anything else around you. Shutting your eyes, the tears flow freely as a sob erupts from you. Maybe this has been building up for weeks, months even. Leaving your makeshift family to go nomad, adjusting to being on your own, jumping from place to place, and never knowing where is truly safe. It was all piled up stress, and this was the peak of it, your breaking point.

Lost in those thoughts, the sudden feel of lips on your cheek make you still and blink until your vision was no longer blurred. He was kissing your tears. You can feel how the ghoul’s lips were pressed ever so gently on the salty trail, and it only made you feel worse to know that he was trying to comfort you only seconds after you tried to end his afterlife.

“I’m so sorry... I don’t deserve that...” Placing your hands against the ghoul’s cold chest, you softly push him away and make a beeline for the mattress. You were no longer worried about the possibility of him eating you alive—he would’ve done that already. He would’ve done it instead of giving you the gummy bears you had wanted today, instead of kissing your tears away. What a complex, lovely ghoul.

You curl yourself into a ball once wrapped up in the blanket and lay with your back towards him, not yet having the heart to face him any longer.

As for the ghoul, he never thought he could once again feel his motionless heart constrict so much. The sight of your tears made an indescribable feeling dwell within him.

He sits on the ground, leaning back against the lockers as he watches your balled up form. Oh, how he wants to hold you right now, feel you in his arms, even if they are still weak.

When he stumbled upon you today, he knew he had to have you. You were glowing under the flickering fluorescents and he swore he felt butterflies. But he was a coward, standing there as you sped off in fear, slipping through his fingers. For that split second, he had forgotten what he really is. How foolish.

He doesn’t remember what exactly happened to him; all he knows is that he slowly turned into what he is now. He can’t quite recall his own name, although he knows for a fact that it starts with a J. He also knows for a fact that he is /not/ like all of the other ghouls. Yet, they all limp alongside him as if they see nothing wrong, because they can’t. He’s positive that maggots have eaten half of their brains already with the way they have no communication whatsoever, or sense of direction and coordination. Unless they’re after food, then it’s a one-track mind.

And he can’t lie, he’s done his fair share of flesh chewing, but he’s only ever felt as if he was going through the motions. It wasn’t as important to him as it was to the rest of the walking dead. He’s never tried talking, so he must’ve lost his voice from never using it, which explains why he had such a hard time speaking to you. That, and his body that never really decomposed, leaving him on the fence of death. He had tried so hard to tell you something, anything, but it just didn’t work out in his favor.

You also smell amazing. Your lingering scent was what led him to you, after all. If it wasn’t for the way you caught his attention, he might’ve taken a few bites of you. No doubt the urge is still there, but he doesn’t want to hurt you. He could never.

He can still feel the vibrations of your heartbeat, it’s calming sound that put him at ease. His lips still tingle with the warmth of your skin. Sure, it was a bold move on his part, but he doesn’t regret it one bit. He’d do it over and over again. Even if you ended up nearly bashing his head in for a second time.

His mind was running wild with the visions of you, your warmth that is so close now, yet still so far away. But his serenity was interrupted as a bang resounded. His head snapped in the direction it came from, sadly taking his eyes off of your now sleeping form. You must’ve cried yourself to sleep, he muses, wishing you would’ve used his shoulder to let out your pain.

He’s met with the darkness of the rest of the locker room, silence returning, but he can’t take any chances. Shakily, he pushes himself up, trying to take on a protective stance and shielding you with his body, but ultimately failing when his spine slacks under his own weight. The damn zombie body, he internally curses.

With dragging feet, he makes his way around the corner, only to be met with the silhouette of a ghoul standing in the doorway that he broke off himself in order to get to you. He must’ve been so consumed with tracking you down that he missed any sign of other ghouls around. Oh, how distracting you are to him.

It was obvious that the other can smell you, trying to make its way toward where you sleep while foolishly ignoring him. Without hesitation, he snarls, lunging at the intruding ghoul. There’s no way he’s letting it get anywhere near you. Not without ripping it to unidentifiable pieces, anyways. The anger quickly boiling up within gives him the strength to knock down the ghoul, letting the thought of you push him further, far beyond self-control.

You woke up slower than usual, the weight of the night before still heavy on your chest. He was on your mind right when your eyes opened to the morning light beaming into the locker room. Your dreams were even plagued with him—dreams that are rather compromising to have with a ghoul. You aren’t even sure if you really want to remember it. And it’s sad to say, but you didn’t feel so lonely.

Looking over to the lockers, you find the spot empty of his presence, making you jump up from the mattress. He couldn’t have just up and left, not after last night.

You nearly laugh at your own thoughts. Who are you to act that way toward a ghoul? It isn’t as if you slept with him. Not in reality, anyways; his little moment last night must’ve really gotten to you. It all makes your brow furrow, not understanding your own mind and feelings.

You walk around the corner of the lockers, picking up a foul stench that makes you immediately cover your nose and mouth. Whatever it could be, you know it isn’t good. But nothing could’ve prepared you for what you were met with at the door.

There you found him, sitting on the floor with his back turned to you, hunched over a mutilated body. Not any human body, but another ghoul, or what once was. Its head, torn off at the shoulders, lays a foot away from its body, unfortunately facing you. Its foggy eyes wide and seemingly staring into your soul. Its jaw is hanging by a thread, pulled apart with the stretched flesh hanging like strings. Whether it was always that way or not, you’d rather not know.

Both arms were ripped from its torso, one of them laying in tact, the other in pieces at each joint. Discolored blood is smeared on the floor, most likely from the gaping hole in the torso.

You try to suppress a gag—because of both the smell and sight—but it was futile. The sound alerts the other to your presence, making his head snap toward you. The same discolored blood from the floor is slathered on and around his mouth, dripping down his neck and staining his already dirty clothes. Something must’ve snapped him out of whatever mindset he was stuck in because upon seeing you standing there, visibly appalled, made his stomach churn. He pukes it all up right there, the disgusting taste of zombie organs finally registering with him.

You quickly look away, fighting off gags with your forearm pressed against your mouth. Never have you witnessed something like this. A ghoul eating another ghoul was just unheard of. It didn’t seem logical with what a ghoul’s diet really consists of: humans. He puked it all up as well, begging the question of whether he really wanted to or not. It would seem that way with how you walked up on him taking bites from the other’s intestines, but with him, you have to question everything you know.

Glancing back, you find him trying to wipe off the remnants of the other ghoul. He was struggling, even looked a little confused. So, you couldn’t help what you were about to do.

“Come on,” walking up to him, you hold your hand out toward him, “come with me.”

The look he gives you could’ve shattered your heart, his wide puppy-like eyes staring up at you coupled with the blood smeared on his face shouldn’t make you feel that way. It should make you feel disgusted, yet you only feel that way toward the mess and stench.

With a shaking, bloody hand, he takes yours, letting you lead him to wherever you were going. He wasn’t very focused on that, though. No, the sight of your hand grasping his is far too enthralling. The fact that you initiated it makes it feel even better.

Once at the showers, you pull him into the stall, making him stand just far enough to not be under the shower head. Letting go of his hand—much to his dismay—you reach past him and turn the nozzle, the sound of water smacking against the tiles echoing. You quickly take the opportunity to hold your hand under the water, washing off the blood that transferred onto your palm. You both watch as the dark substance flows on the floor and down the drain, getting stuck in creases along the way. He mimics your actions, surprising you when he skips waiting for the blood to wash off, immediately going to caress the lines of your palm.

“Why did you do it?”

Your voice is gentle to his ears, much like a soft caress. He did it for you. It was all for you. He would’ve killed anyone who walked through that door, not just a ghoul who wanted you for food. He could see no reason for anyone else to be in there anyways. He was protecting you. There’s no way he’d let anyone or anything touch you, not even come near you. He’d make sure of it even after you’re only his to keep. But he couldn’t tell you that. Not yet.

As for eating the other ghoul—that wasn’t planned. It was almost as if he blacked out. He can remember smelling you as he was ripping the limbs from the ghoul. It was too much to handle, so he bit into the ghouls thin, decaying flesh in an attempt to alleviate the hunger he felt for you.

He didn’t have the courage to confess it all to you, he didn’t want to scare you off. So, he ignored the question in favor of bringing your hand up to rest against his cheek.

“Please...”

His voice is unexpected, making you freeze completely and stare at him in shock. His eyes sparkle, staring at you pleadingly while you still try to comprehend the fact that he talked to you. There was a break in his voice that pulled at your heart, so you can’t stop yourself when you swipe your thumb across his cheek. His eyes flutter in bliss as you begin to wash the blood from his skin. The dark blood is like a waterfall on his skin, a contrast to his translucent and paling skin.

Your heart starts to beat faster as your fingers inch closer to his lips, yet they still dance across the bottom one ever so gently. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss your fingertips upon feeling them, gliding his hands up your arm to hold your wrist in place. You didn’t expect the first kiss, and you definitely don’t expect when he continues to kiss different spots on your hand. It’s almost as if he’s lost in what he’s doing, his eyes shut as he concentrates on pressing his lips to your skin over and over again. You can feel the heat that rises to the tips of your ears while you watch him.

But the moment is short lived when you gently push him back, leaving him standing under the water. Hurt flashes across his features, a look that you force yourself to ignore.

“I’ll, uh, leave you to wash up properly,” you’re unable to make eye contact with him, but you still hold your tingling hand to your chest. “...and I’ll get you my mouthwash. Must still have a bad taste in your mouth.”

He can only nod in agreement and watch you walk off, never sparing him a glance. His heart hurts, but swells simultaneously at you caring for him. You’re right, there’s still a bad taste in his mouth. And he highly doubts that you would’ve wanted his nasty throw up mouth on you. How inconsiderate of him, he scolds himself.

You do exactly as you told him you would, opening up your bag and grabbing the travel bottle of mouthwash. But you’re so caught up in your thoughts that you’re basically on autopilot. You’re well aware of your heart still going haywire in your chest. It’s a little embarrassing, a ghoul making you feel this way. Maybe if you could just get past that stigma...

No way. There’s no way you’re seriously contemplating being with a ghoul. But it’s so tempting when he’s so sweet to you, practically worshiping your body every chance he gets. It’s supposed to creep you out, scare you—you know that. Still, your thoughts are filled with what it might feel like to let yourself go to him. You just don’t think you could handle it if he went all ghoul-cannibal again.

Those thoughts come to a halt once you walk up to his stall. His bare back is turned to you, littered with dark veins that demand to be seen through his deathly skin. The dried blood in his light hair washes away as he holds his head under the water. He didn’t bother taking his pants off, something you’re not sure if you’re actually thankful for.

Stuck staring, you notice the marks on the back of his right bicep. A bite. The teeth marks are messy, but left visible holes in his skin nonetheless. That must be how he turned, you think, must be why the rest of his skin is barren of gashes and punctures. Black veins branch out from the old wound, leaving the surrounding skin dark. Though it makes you wonder...did he die alone? That possibility makes your heart fall.

“Hey...”

His voice pulls you from your melancholic reverie. It still surprises you, his small voice. It doesn’t waver this time though, most likely getting used to using his vocal chords. He’s turned to face you now, chest and stomach accentuating his lean stature. You force yourself to hand him the mouthwash before you get too lost while looking at him again.

“Hey. Here you go.”

He takes the bottle from you, trying to pull the cap off, ultimately cracking it. Bringing the rim up to his lips, he takes a swig, surprisingly not struggling to keep it all in his mouth as he swishes it around. He makes brief eye contact with you as he spits it out—well, more like letting it spill from his mouth, the minty liquid dripping from his bottom lip to flow into the drain. Eyes meeting once again, he stares at you with an almost menacing look while sloppily wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The sight sends a shiver through you, not knowing if it’s from fear or excitement.

Still full of surprises, he drops both the bottle and cap, letting them bounce on the tile as he reaches for you. Panic shoots through you when he grasps your hips, pulling you into him and under the flow of water. Maybe this was his breaking point. Maybe he was finally going to kill you—eat you.

But he only wraps his arms around you, securing you in a tight embrace. His face fits perfectly in the crook of your neck, a fact that leaves him as elated as feeling you against his cold skin. He can hear the breaths you take right next to his ear, a sound that comes second to your heartbeat—his favorite. The pounding muscle, especially when it speeds up, sparks excitement within him. He can just imagine the rapid beating doubled with your quick breaths, how you would say his name...

Wait. His name.

In that split second, he remembers it perfectly. All it took was the thought of you. It’s always you. You are his complete motivation; he would do anything for you. Anything at all.

“Jimin...” He huffs out into your shoulder, still having a hard time getting any words out since he already doesn’t breathe. It’s the moment you realize that he’s just a human stuck in a ghoul’s body.

By now you can’t help but ghost your hands over his arms, your fingertips going against the water droplets gliding along his skin. You’re both soaked, but it’s the least of your worries when he speaks the single name to you.

“That’s your name...isn’t it?” You can feel him nod in affirmation, his cheek brushing against your shoulder almost in a shy manner. However, his brazen actions paint him as anything but shy.

“Mine’s ____,” you whisper directly into his ear, oblivious to the true effect it has on him. Your name is something that he will commit to the little memory he still has. He’ll chant it over and over again if that’s what it takes to never forget your name. Lifting his head up, he locks eyes with you. His hair, drenched with water dripping from the ends, almost covers his contrasting orbs. You feel his arms tighten around you with his next words.

“____...”—making your breath hitch—“say it...” You stare at him in confusion, not quite sure what he means. “Say my name.”

His once soft tone is suddenly demanding, throwing you off, but reeling you in all at once. You’re captivated, completely and utterly captivated by him.

“Jimin.”

And he doesn’t waste a second in connecting your lips, his hand holding you in place on the side of your neck. It surprises you, but you’re quick to melt into his lips. His grip borders on tight, and you’d be worried if you weren’t so focused on how his lips feel. Soft and plush against your own in a delicious dance. And now, you didn’t have to wonder anymore with his lips latched to yours.

Jimin turns you until your back is pushed against the stall, all while you feel his tongue peek out to graze your bottom lip. The action has you letting out a small gasp and he takes the chance to push his tongue into your mouth, leaving you even more breathless when you feel it glide against your own. You can feel his hand massaging and gripping your waist, in turn making you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer. With his body pressed against your own and his tongue feeling like heaven, your mind turns to mush. You’re putty in his icy hands.

Jimin detaches from your lips and you finally take a breath of air. His kisses move further down your neck, his tongue swirling on your skin with every few press of his addicting lips. You’re practically seeing stars already, eyes drooping in bliss. With him so close to your ear, you can hear each and every hum from him that has warmth spreading throughout your body. As his lips travel higher on your neck, you lean your head back, baring your throat to him. Jimin’s practically ravaging your skin, his kisses getting fervent, making you sigh as you card your fingers through his drenched hair.

And then suddenly, with his mouth opening wider, a searing pain sparks on your neck. Your eyes shoot open to be greeted with the molded ceiling that has you crashing back to reality. A pained sound escapes your open mouth as the realization dawns on you. Jimin is biting your neck. You can feel each and every puncture of his teeth into your skin, and he only bites down harder when you try to move. With all of the strength you can muster, you push him away harshly, finally getting him to stop sinking his teeth into you.

With foggy vision, you watch as he stumbles back, hitting the stall behind him. Your blood coats his lips and stain his teeth, and you can see it on his tongue when he licks his lips. All sound fades until there’s just a constant ringing.

Clutching your neck, you can feel the thick and slimy liquid that coats your skin. Even though you already know what it is, you can’t help but look at your shaking palm, caked and dripping with your own blood. Looking back up, you find Jimin nearing you once again. Hastily, you move backward until you’re cornered like you were before with your back against the stall. He gets closer and closer, watching you carefully, especially the blood that gushes from your neck. You sob when he brings a hand up to caress your cheek, not letting you jerk away.

“Beautiful...perfect...” And he means it. The thick red dripping along your body is a divine sight. He hates that you have to hurt for this to happen, and he’d be furious if it were anyone else that had done it, but it needed to be done. How else were you going to stay with him? Surely not as a human. Of course, he loved the beating of your heart and the warmth that you held, but he knew it would get in the way of making you his. This was inevitable.

His bite will stay there long after you’ve become undead, a fact that had him even more excited. His mark on your skin would be visible forever, a constant reminder of who you belong to—who made you. It was perfect.

Jimin watches you carefully, and it seems you’ve lost the will fight, though you never stopped glaring at him through your tears. You were already bitten, it was inescapable. But little did you know this was your fate from the moment you saw him in that abandoned store. You foolishly put hope into being with him, the deceiving ghoul that he truly is.

Your eyes start to roll back into your head, legs giving out with Jimin catching you before you can hit the hard floor. Picking you up, he leaves the running shower behind to carry you over to the mattress. Your body is limp in his arms, either passed out or already dead. After all, he picked the perfect spot to bite you. With the wound on your neck, it’ll take no time for the infection to make its way to your brain. He’ll have you quicker that way.

He sets your body on the mattress, blood quickly pooling on the fabric. Already, he can see the bite mark start to take effect, slowly starting to look just like his. It’s a gorgeous sight to him, and he can’t wait until you finally awaken. Then, he’ll be able to keep you forever.

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WHAT A KILLER

BO’S S/O REVEALING THEY ARE ALSO A SLASHER (Vincent is also kind of in this)

TW: blood, gore, killing, swearing (that’s inevitable with Bo)

THIS has been sitting in my drafts for MONTHS and idk why I'm so iffy on posting it but hopefully you guys in enjoy this! It's different from a lot of what I write and I do like it, it's just specific lol.. Also the s/o in this, was the bare bones of what Amaria (my oc) started as... hope you enjoy 🔪💕

MASTERLIST

Bloodcurdling screams could be heard through the normally silent town of Ambrose as dusk fell. Crimson painted the skies and the asphalt, almost mirroring each other in perfection. Crows calling for the wasted souls Bo obliterated and Vincent could not fix.

Shuttering at the sounds heard you could not sit there on the old couch any longer, just playing with your fingers trying to push down the urges you felt deep down. They beckoned you like the crows did for flesh. You tried so hard to hide this side but it was only a matter of time you knew, the demon had to rear it’s head eventually if you really wanted to stay in Ambrose forever, and you did. You found the man of your twisted dreams here.

Before you were held in Ambrose against your will; well in the beginning it was against your will but that quickly faded and you fell madly in love with your kidnapper and the town he held so close; you were a drifter. A wanderer of gypsy’s blood. Never managing to hold in one place for more than 6 months, the only time you had a home was when you were growing up, but having a disgusting home life you left at 16. Fleeing home and trying to run from your growing desires you instead made a treaty with your urges, running towards them, allowing them to show when you were safe and comfortable.

Bo never knew, all these months as you played the part of his defenceless little housewife it was growing harder to tell him. Of course you wanted to tell him but you were scared of him not trusting you, and terrified of what he would do to you; pretty ironic when you considered doing the same things to him.

Casually you would throw a joke out there about killing someone or dreaming of snapping someone's neck, however they weren’t jokes to you. It was your wicked reality. Bo was none the wiser, but Vincent, in his quiet embers saw something beyond your delicate eyes, something he saw within himself perhaps. He started to believe your jokes and comments, carefully watching you. Wondering if for once there was a different kind of evil in the town, or if he was becoming the hunted instead of the hunter.

Climbing the stairs and reaching the bedroom you paused, pulling in a large breath and exhaling, closing your eyes. You sank to your knees against the hardwood, pulling a long black, locked plastic box from under the bed, methodically you played with the lock and swung the top open. Placing your eyes upon the weapon your body tensed but your soul relaxed, a sick war inside your head divided.

Running your hands along the cold metal of the black blade, you felt home once again, blood could almost be felt on your hands and screams faded in your ears. Hunger grew. A deep pleasure surged through you.

It was your 18 inch steel black machete; with ridges menacingly flaunting themselves across the top, like a dragon’s spine. The grip you had customized to fit your hand perfectly, needing it to act like an extension of you. It was adorned proudly with a thin rope of bright red fabric tied around the end of the handle, ripped from your first victim’s shirt, it’s tails would drift gracefully in the wind juxtaposing the damage the weapon could do.

Shaky hands picked up the weapon and it seamlessly melting into your grip, your eyes darkened as you rose from the floor, feeling your demons begin to yip and howl like a pack of starving wild dogs ready to feed. Giving yourself another deep breath in and out you kicked the box back under the bed and started down the stairs and out the front door with purpose.

The hot sticky Louisiana air hit you, flowing in your hair and the tail of fabric on your machete. Screams begin to reach you in swells, coming closer flooding you like the rising tides as a younger woman was running towards you. Under the dim streetlights she could not see what you held, for the black blade melted into the shadows perfectly, as intended. To her you were hope, a way out of her hell, maybe you could help her. The poor thing could not have been more wrong in her panic-stricken judgements.

You could smell her blood pouring from her injuries Bo inflicted and her desperate cries, it was all too much to you, it was just like blood in the water to a shark, your twisted instincts began to take over. Eyes darkened on the prey that was heedlessly bounding towards you and with one swipe, that was it. Blood was spilt. You had killed again and it felt so damn right. Looking down basking in the sight, she was slit ear to ear, the gash threatening to show the tips of the vertebrae at the back of her neck. The demons were lurching beside you pushing you forward for more. More blood. More affliction.

Studying the surroundings, Bo was nowhere to be found, unusual for him to let his prey escape his hunt. It was quiet now as you walked on down the street, yellow fluorescents guided your path, and the homes were just barren shapes acting as blinders leading you onward for the man you dreaded seeing at this moment, the demons couldn’t care less about your emotions or feelings, they just carried your body to more gore.

Rounding the corner, the gas station lights gave up a tangled mess on the ground. Two men were wrestling for some sort of weapon that glinted in the lights above them. Cursing yells, threats and grunts spilled out of both of them, one more than the other of course. Bo always had a mouth on him and no one could ever shut him up, it made you smirk as you approached, but suddenly there was a sharp yell and the stranger was on top of Bo. The man had his back to you and just had eyes for the greasy mechanic, beating him with the weapon you could now see was a wrench. You could feel a burning anger rise from your core and Bo’s howls were just fuel to the fire.

Steadily making your way up to the two wrecks of people, now standing behind the stranger you forced your long rigid blade through the core of the man, impaling him right under the sternum. Loud clanging of metal rang through the street as the man dropped the wrench as his body went limp, heaving over the weapon within him. With your boot you carefully directed the corpse off your machete and on the asphalt next to Bo, leaving your face sprayed with red from the spine of the blade.

Your eyes met with saucer wide baby blues causing you to let out a silent breathy laugh licking your lips of blood, sickly savouring the unusual copper. Bo laid on the ground a moment longer just taking in for sure what he saw from his precious angel. Just as you were about to speak but Bo beat you to it.

“I FUCKIN’ KNEW IT!” he gloated hysterically, leaving you more than a little shocked. “I KNEW IT!” Bo got to his feet and almost looked like he was going to do a little dance, you just stood there in the streetlight beginning to laugh, relived but worried as if he had hit his head or something. It was never a dull moment with Bo that’s for sure.

“Are you ok? like seriously, your beginning to scare me” you puzzled as he sauntered his way up to you cocky as ever.

“I’m fuckin’ fantastic... I knew there was something in you” he held you against his chest and put his head on yours “something awful behind those beautiful eyes, my little angel of death” you laughed against him as he kissed your crown, then pulled away looking you dead in the eyes. “Why did you think I kept you around all these months? you made me wait a while... and you know how much I hate waitin”

The words burned in your skull, was that really the only reason? Bo was still unpredictable to you in ways, especially with his dark side. Maybe he was just going to kill you now, maybe he didn’t love you, it could’ve just been the wicked charm he carried effortlessly.

Something came alive in his blue eyes, scaring you slightly but trying to play it off when you cupped his strong jaw, breathing slowly.

“People are my specialty baby” he drawled, then pulled you roughly into a kiss. Sweat, oil, cigarettes, and blood coated the kiss leaving you breathless as he often did.

Bo was right, people were his perfected craft; charming, seducing, lying, playing up the sob story about him and Vincent being in foster care after both parents died. Hell, he could speak French Cajun so he could be more versatile, and charm his way out of any situation in any part of Louisiana. Bo always knew everything you were feeling even before you said it, now that you think back on it.

“Bo? you still love me?” you hesitating in your question not sure if you wanted the answer.

This caught his attention as his jaw tensed and eyes hardened “What would make you think I don’t?... sure I would’ve liked to know earlier, sure, but this just makes you better,” he looked you up and down like a predator before coming close to your ear and purring “and hotter.” You yelped as you were suddenly tossed over his shoulder and carried down to the basement of the garage.

Fidgeting with the lock for a moment he swung the door open and placed you in his chair. “Oh, Sinclair there is a special place in hell for us, and I will meet you there” you laughed as Bo climbed on top of you, clashing his lips against yours, hungry and lustful.

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Slashers Toy Story!AU

Or, *cough* a way for me to write out a buncha funny Incorrect Quotes and smoosh two things I love together.

Woody: Jason Voorhees

Buzz Lightyear: Michael Myers

Jessie: Ghostface

Prospector/Stinky Pete: Roman Bridger

Bo Peep and Ham: Freddy Krueger

Mr Potato Head: Chucky / Charles Lee Ray

Mrs Potato Head: Tiffany Valentine

Slinky: Carrie White

Rex: Bubba Sawyer

Barbie: Jennifer Check

Ken: Patrick Bateman

Lotso-'O'-Huggin' Bear: Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt. Was gonna be Bo, but Hoyt just fits way better. Plus he has Thomas.

Chuckles: Monty

Big Baby: Thomas hewitt

The Chatter Telephone: Luda Mae Hewitt

Also, Sunnydale Daycare: Ambrose. Because why not.

*I'm thing the kids in Toy Story are the fanbase and creators of the Slashers in this AU. Like, Andy and Bonnie are the original creators that make up the canon stuff and created them to be the infamous characters we all know- and Sid is us fan-people that twist and distort the characters for our own pleasure, haha XD *

An abundance of Incorrect Quotes bellow the cut!

Chucky: *With all the features on his face mismatched*

Chucky: Hey Freddy, look! I'm Picasso!

Freddy: ... yeah, I don't get it. *Leaves*

Chucky: *what... * You uncultured swine!! *Shakes his fist at Freddy's retreating back. That was a good fucking joke, goddamn.*

Michael: *Writing down on whiteboard:* Excuse me... I think the word you're searching for is

THE SHAPE.

Jason: *Already so done with this edgy boy's bullshit*

Jason: *Moves attention to his own whiteboard, starts writing*

Jason: *Shows board*

NO. The word I'm 'searching for', I cant say, because there are preschool toys present.

*Gestures ferociously to Carrie and Bubba.*

Jason: *Ughhhh. Shows board that he frantically wrote on:* Its not a KNIFE! Its a little stick of plastic!!

Freddy: What's wrong with him??

Chucky: Knife envy~

Freddy: Ah been there

Jason and Michael: *Watching Dr Loomis give psychology advice*

Jason and Michael: *Slowly tilting their heads sceptically, in unison*

Michael: *Holds up board for Jason to read:* ... I don't think that man has ever been to medical school.

Jason: *Trying to get Michael to help him. Writes passive aggressively on board and shoves the thing in Michael's view:* Would you give me a hand!???

Michael: *Fucking slices his own arm off and chucks it at Jason*

Look, he's having a bad day...

Freddy: *Sneaks up on Jason and digs his fingers into the giants sides*

Jason: *Whips around and cracks Freddy in the face from shock*

Jason: *Realises its just Freddy as the other groans and holds his nose, and looks a little guilty. Oh, Freddy. Writes on board and shows him:* There's gotta be a less painful way to get my attention.

Freddy: Agh- Fucking- Merry Christmas, hockey puck!

Jason: *Catches sight of something above them, tilts his head. Writes and shows board:* Isn't that mistletoe?

Freddy: *A slow, creepy grin rips across his face* Yep.

~ Toy Stoy 2~

Jason: *Frantically holding up a board:* Michael! I was a yo-yo!

Freddy and Chucky: *Look at each other*

Chucky: 'Was'?

*Michael and the others watching a dude try to buy Jason and failing.*

Michael: *Thinking: Mm, now just walk away.*

Man: *Follows after where Jason went.*

Michael: *Thinking: ... the other way.*

*After Jason has been stolen- everyone is panicking*

Michael: *Stomping his foot, trying to gather these psychopaths' attentions. Wait a minute! Wait, hold on! When he semi has their attention, he shows a piece of paper with writing on it:* This is not time to be hysterical.

Freddy: Its the perfect time to be hysterical.

Bubba: *Gasp. Should we be hysterical!?*

Carrie: *Tries to calm Bubba down, a hand on his arm and voice gentle* No-

Chucky: Yes.

Michael: *Thinking: ... well, maybe*

Freddy: Give this to Jason when you find him

Freddy: *SMACKS MICHAEL UPSIDE THE HEAD*

Michael: ... *Holds up board* Alright. But I don't think it'll mean the same thing coming from me.

Freddy: *Up ahead* Hey guys! Why did the toys cross the road!?

Michael: *But rolls his eyes. Not now bacon bits.*

Bubba: *Perks up and waives. Oh! He loves riddles. Why?*

Freddy: To get to the chicken... on the other side!

*They all look out and celebrate, seeing where Jason was being kept hostage... but then realise how dangerous getting across will be as a giant fricken truck careens by and crushes a can the same size as them*

Bubba: ... *Promptly turns around and starts walking back the way they came. Oh well. We tried-*

Michael: *Grabs Bubba back*

Jennifer: I can help! I'm Tour Guide Jen!

Jennifer: Please keep your hands, arms and accessories inside the car, and no flash photography! Thanks.

Chucky: -I'm a married man, I'm married man, I'm married man-

Freddy: *Shoves Chucky out of the way* Then make room for the single fellas.

Michael: *Ugh. Writes on board:* They're on level 23.

Carrie: How are we gonna get up there?

Bubba: *Gestures to balloons, then up to the sky. Meaning: Maybe if we find some balloons, we could float to the top!*

Chucky: Are you kidding? I say we stack ourselves up, push the intercom, and pretend we're delivering a pizza.

Freddy: How bout a roast? *Grins*

Freddy: *Assesses Chucky and Carrie in turn* With tenderised pig and a slaughtered lamb as sides.

Chucky: Hold the fuck up did you just call me a pig- and a side-

Carrie: What?

Bubba: Oh! Oh! *Pats his chest excitedly. Do him! What about me??*

Freddy: ... Eh, you can be the toy that comes with the meal.

*Michael does something to get them all hurt and doesn't to care at all, of course. Just moves on.*

Chucky: Remind me to glue his mask on his head when we get back.

Freddy: *Nods, yep*

Chucky:*Embracing Tiffany after having been away saving Jason*

Glen and Glenda: You saved our lives! We're eternally grateful!

Chucky: Oh, fuck...

Tiffany: You saved their lives, Chucky?? Oh, my hero.

Tiffany: *Immediately drops Chucky in favour of picking up the babies* And they're adorable! Lets adopt them!

Chucky: *Thinking: What? No- Absolutely not- Don't say tha-*

Glen and Glenda: Daaaaddy!

Chucky: Fuck.

~Toy Story 3~

Jason: *Holds up a sign as he stands there menacingly with his machete:* You got a date with justice, Charles.

Chucky: Heh, too bad, 'sheriff'. I'm a married man.

Tiffany: *Comes out screaming, wielding goddamn nun chucks*

Michael: *Eyes narrow behind mask, slowly holds up sign he prepared earlier:* Bastard son of a hundred maniacs.

Freddy: Hah. That's Mr Bastard son of a hundred maniacs, to you!

*The toys/Slashers watch some toys, including Jennifer and her car get thrown in the donation bin*

Ghostface: Oh, man, poor Jen.

Freddy: ... I get the corvette.

Tiffany: Its alright, Jen, it'll be okay.

Jennifer: Well... Needy and I have been growing apart for a while...

Jennifer: Its just... I cant believe she would kill me!

Chucky: *Who's 'best friend till the end'/victim also killed him* Yeah. Welcome to the club, toots.

Hoyt: They just love new toys, don't they?

Chucky: Love!? We've been chewed, kicked, drooled on-

Tiffany: Just look at my nails!

Hoyt: ... Hm. Well, here's the thing, sweetheart. You aint leavin' Ambrose.

Tiffany: *Thinking: Oh fuck no he did not just- * Sweetheart!? Who do you think you're talking to!? I have over 10 kills, and I deserve more respec-

Hoyt: *Covers Tiffany's mouth with his hand* Ah, that's better.

Chucky: *Thinking: I'm going to fuck this douche up- * Hey, no one takes my wife's mouth. *Shoves Hoyt back off her by the chest* 'Cept me.

*Hoyt and Thomas bring Chucky back from 'The Box'. He's more fucked up looking then usual, sand all through his hair and stuck to his plastic features. He shakes it out of his pockets.*

Tiffany: *Gasp* Sweetheart!

Chucky: Eugh... it was cold. And dark. Nothin' but sand and a couple of Lincoln logs.

Freddy: Ehhh... I don't think those were Lincoln logs.

Ghostface: I was wrong...

Chucky:

Chucky: Ghostface is right. He was wrong.

Jennifer: *Fake cries*

Chucky: *Slaps a Pidgeon*

*Trying to reset Michael back to his former settings/self (The one that knows them and therefore will maybe-perhaps-possibly not kill them*

Freddy: Oh- oh- oh, here we go. there should be a little hole under the switch.

Jason: *Little hole little hold little hole- Nods. Got it!*

Freddy: To reset your Michael Myers action figure, insert paper clip-

Jason: *Sharply turns to Bubba, urging him to put his finger in the hole quickly*

Freddy: Caution; Do not hold button for more then five seconds...

Michael: *Suddenly stops thrashing and goes slack*

Everyone: ...

Bubba: *Jumps off him, holding up his hands. Its not my fault!!*

Michael, on Spanish Mode: *Gives Jason two sweet kisses on either cheek*

Jason: *Awkwardly, slowly holds up sign:* We gotta switch him back.

Ghostface: Oh! Mikey!!

Michael, still on Spanish Mode: *Sees Ghostface*

Michael: *Drops to his knees, gathers up Ghostface's hand*

Michael: *Looks up at Ghostface in utter awe and admiration*

Ghostface: *Freaken freaked out. Shouldn't he be the creepy one in this outfit? Leans away* Uhh... did you fix Michael?

Freddy: Uh, sorta. I mean I for one think this is a huge improvement.

Michael, STILL on Spanish Mode: *Does a dance of feelings around Ghostface, wanting to express himself*

Ghostface: What- why- please stop I'm gonna pee myself- Of laughter or fear I have no idea but I WILL PEE

Michael: *Grabs and dips Ghostface, and holds up a sign* We will be the most famous killers in history, together.

Ghostface: *Thinking: Oh I can get behind that, hell yeah- *

Jason: *Arrives*

Ghostface: Oh- *Scrambles out of Michaels hold* JASE!

Michael: *Watches them move on together* *Throws down the sign*

Freddy: I suddenly feel disgusting, like... I somehow ended up in some kinda... love-square, of some kind...

Jason: *Nicely gestures for Michael to give him some help*

Michael, stillllllll on Spanish mode: *Sniffs his nose at Jason's hand, shoving him out of the way with one arm like no thank you.*

Jennifer: Authority should derive from the consent of the governed. Not from the threat of force! // Or, alternatively which I think fits a whole lot better- // I am not going to stand back here and let another fucking old white guy tell me what the fuck to do!

Chucky and Freddy, two old white guys: *Look at each other*

Chucky:

Freddy:

Chucky and Freddy: *Shrug*

And that's it seeing as I don't really wanna see Toy Story 4. I hope you enjoyed this silly thing with me at least a little XD

Okay so I got a little attached in the end.

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