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crusty-chronicles · 10 months

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Airheaded S/O Headcannons #10: Kurapika (HxH)

He is completely dumbfounded by you

Like how did you end up working for the Nostrade family?

How did you even manage to become a hunter?

You have to be faking, right?

I mean nobody just loses Neon's new diamond earrings.

Nobody just trips and takes a whole countertop with them. (Marble countertop if he may add)

Nobody just forgets they can use nen?

"What's your ability?"

"Sometimes if I squint real hard, I can see in the dark."

"Your nen ability????"

"Oh! Don't remember!" 😃

Finds out you are in fact not faking

It kinda reminds him of Leorio

But at least Leorio could read and doesn't have the attention span of a goldfish.

Sometimes he swears he can hear your single braincell rattle around in your head when someone's shaking you in their frustration.

It worries him why you were hired to be a bodyguard

Mainly because the Nostrades had been very thorough selecting candidates.

And you were here before his team got selected.

So Kurapika has a hunch.

He'll make Melody ask you questions and check your heartbeat for lies.

And every ridiculous answer you gave was true

Which irritated him a little

He didn't want a braindead idiot to get in the way of his goal

Buuuuut his opinion of you changes for the better after his fight with Uvogin

He came back feeling defeated, even though he won

The blood on his hands was icky and he had gotten no information out of the ordeal.

The only thing he left with was an even worse hatred for the Phantom Troupe.

The very same people who didn't remember they had massacred an entire clan.

He arrived at the hotel when mostly everyone had left.

Everyone except you and Melody.

He eyes were still that scarlet color, not bothering to hide them.

Then he felt arms wrap around him and went to lash out, wanting anything but to be touched right now.

Except his movements stopped completely

And he became completely calm and relaxed.

"Your eyes are really pretty like this, but I don't like you mad. Just calm down a little, okay?" It was you.

And why had you said that to someone you barely knew?

Why were you trying to comfort him?

And why had he let you?

He realized this was your ability: controlling emotions. Or at least altering them.

It was...nice

He hadn't been hugged in a while.

And yours was warm.

The scarlet at last fading away.

"Thank you for that... I appreciate it."

From then on he's seeking you out.

With melody, he has to be cautious with what he says.

He doesn't want to say anything that would frighten her or complicate things for himself.

But if he's talking with you, he could say just about anything and you'd listen.

You would have no clue what he was talking about, but you would be there.

And it was like talking to a wall

Except the wall brought temporary joy into his very dark and devoid world.

A bright light that couldn't be darkened no matter what thanks to your naivety.

And maybe it's endearing when you trip on air in public and say-

"I'm stumbling over my success."

Maybe it makes him smile when you ask about his nen chains and narrow it down to 'a portable prison.'

Maybe he does want you to fill the silence he's used to with ramblings about 'why vases are too fragile these days.'

He may like you, but his motive comes first.

His clan's eyes will always come first

However, he can't stop himself from indulging with what might be a happy future with you.

Especially after seeing you cave someone's skull in with one punch during a task from the Nostrade family.

He's so relieved that yes, you had great physical strength and a useful ability.

It means he'll let you follow him to fulfill his vengeance against the Spiders

He only babies you when it's something serious.

Like if you're about to chop your finger off while cooking.

He's running into the kitchen and taking the knife from you.

"Y/n, what do you have?"

"A knife 😃😃😃"

"NO!"

Or if you're about to get hit by a car because you saw something cool across the street.

He's using his chains to pull you back, and then proceeds to lecture you for the next ten minutes.

But anything else?

No. You can figure it out.

If you're lost, you'll find him eventually.

If you swapped out the pepper and salt, he's laughing, but hopes you learned your lesson.

You brought the wrong item at an auction?

Good luck explaining that to Neon and her father

Doesn't buy you fancy things because he knows you don't care about stuff like that.

Instead, he'll leave you little notes where he knows you'll find them.

He tried to take you to a nice restaurant for dinner claiming it was to 'Keep up the Nostrade's Appearances'.

It was just him being a little embarrassed to admit it was a date.

And you know what happened?

You two got kicked out because you kept breaking the fancy silverware and plates.

But it did make him laugh to see you try to hide the evidence under the table cloth

Calls you: my love, dearest, sunny, little clown, baby (derogatory), and if he's feeling playful-mighty warrior.

He has trouble communicating, so having a stable relationship is difficult.

But he tries, even if he's not there all that much.

Won't feel jealous, but instead a little insecure that you would get bored and leave.

Even if he knows you're a fool with a heart of gold and would never do that

It's just the part of his brain that has to consider every possible outcome.

But if the way your eyes light up every time you see him, even if it's just been five minutes, is anything to go by....

Then he has absolutely nothing to worry about.

Kurapika just hopes his pursuit of his clan's eyes don't scare you away or dim the light you bring with you.

UP NEXT: Monkey D Luffy

MASTERLIST

An: Sorry it took longer than usual, the fucking heat is draining and it makes me lazy 🫠

#hunter x hunter #hxh #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter x y/n #hxh x reader #hxh x y/n #kurapika x reader #kurapika headcanons #kurapika kurta #hxh kurapika #airhead s/o #stronk s/o

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tovesaiko · 24 days

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Listen the ending of The Legend of Shen Li is everything I ever wanted 🥺🥺 give me angst that will make me cry like i haven't cried in ages, resolve everything an episode early (and have the reunion after a year instead of a vague it's been 500 years and maybe the ML will come back but you know it only if you've read the novel 😤) and then have the last episode be teethrotting fluff 😍

Also I'm begging for Miss Jin x Mu Zi Chun spin off 🙏🙏🙏

ALSO x2 I watched all the episodes in one go and other than on bathroom breaks I wasn't even tempted to look at my phone once! In all these hours! With my raging ADHD and the attention span of a goldfish this is the best possible review.

#this is a till the end of the moon call out post #the legend of shen li #the legend of shen li spoilers

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thowawayuntilfurthernotice · 9 months

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I really hate that I even have to address this, but seeing as everyone seems to have the memory and attention span of a goldfish, I felt that this needed clarifying.

Okay, are you listening carefully?

I don't give a flying fuck if you watched a bunch of adult shows as a kid. I do not give a shit if kids will seek out content that isn't made for them, my argument wasn't "We need to stop kids from watching Viv's shows" it was "Viv is being hypocritical by not taking issue with kids watching her shows, as she constantly won't shut up about her shows being for adults on Twitter."

You can't just slap a content warning before the start of each episode, and then turn around and say that you have no issue with kids watching your show because "Kids will be kids."

Parents who let their kids watch whatever they wanna watch without any form of supervision should be held accountable, they shouldn't be given a pass because their kid looks cute in a photo.

Brandon Rogers should have had a private conversation with the mom about the content of the show he works on. Or at the very least make it clear that this show isn't meant for children, but that would require him to act like an actual adult, which he's incapable of doing.

And another thing, bragging about watching adult animated shows at a young age isn't a flex, it just makes you look like an immature idiot.

Yes, I am aware that there is nothing I can really do when it comes to kids watching content that isn't for them, I'm not trying to censor everything to "Keep children safe" like that asinine K.O.S.A bill.

I just think Viv doesn't know who her target demographic is anymore. One minute she's having a Twitter meltdown about how her shows are for "Adults", and in the next she's saying she has no issue with kids watching her shows.

So yeah, I'm done talking about this stupid topic.

If you're gonna continue to send me anon hate, I'm just gonna delete it.

#Vivziepop Critical #Helluva Boss Critical #Hazbin Hotel Critical #Spindlehorse Critical #This is the last time I'm talking about this

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hanluex · 2 years

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♡ GOLDFISH ATTENTION SPAN — GAR LOGAN

gar x gn!reader | wc : 1.3k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, boarding school au, tooth-rotting fluff, petnames (love, honey), tutor to bestie to lover, essays and math x_x, a kiss scene (omg scandalous ik)

“hi, i’m y/n. thanks for offering to tutor me. i really hope it’s no trouble.”

you bowed politely as the green-haired male entered your dorm, greeting you with a cute smile which made your heart skip a beat — or maybe two.

“i’m garfield logan, but you can call me gar! and it’s no trouble, really! anything for a classmate.” he waved off your thanks, taking a seat as he prepared his things. “miss watson says you have the potential to get a scholarship to sheffield university.”

“oh? did she?”

“she’s said the same thing to me, too. let’s study hard and get into sheffield together!”

a smile adorned your face at the male’s words, finding his enthusiasm totally contagious. you always had issues with focusing, resulting in you zoning out during lessons, and thus, missing out on the work. all the student tutors your teacher recommended were never this excited to work with you, and it made you think if things with this tutor would be any different.

will you give up on me halfway, just like the others, gar logan?

it was one week of tutoring you, and gar logan was still showing up for your lessons. there wasn’t much progress, but gar would not give up that easily.

“this is pointless. drafting a ten-thousand-word essay is pointless. i can’t deal with this now … or ever. i’ll just become a stri–” you whined, surprised when gar threw himself against you, slapping his hand over your mouth as he widened his eyes in horror.

“not in the library, y/n! have a filter, would you?!” he scolded, playfully flicking your forehead. “you can do this, okay? trust me.” gar slowly took his hand away from your mouth, giving you an encouraging smile as he nodded.

you returned the smile. “i trust you. thanks for helping me out, gar,” you thanked, linking your arms with his as you looked over the books on the table. “if i’m gonna pass this test, it’s gonna be because of you.”

“we haven’t started studying yet, y/n.” he chuckled, shaking his head. “let’s just go through the work today and see what areas you don’t understand, okay?” gar smiled, ruffling your hair at the way you looked at him. “and if you understand the basics well, i’ll let you use my pretty colored pens you like to make your notes,” he explained, earning a grin from you.

“yes, score! let’s get started!”

gar traced the words with his pencil. “yep, so when the positive moves to the other side like this, it becomes a negative. but if it just moves within, it remains positive,” he explained, looking at you to make sure you were listening.

he snickered at the way you were leaning your head on your hand, eyes fluttered close. if there was one thing he learnt within the two weeks of tutoring you, it was that you had the attention span of a goldfish — and you could sleep anywhere at any time.

and just like he did normally, gar reached out to pat your head, running his fingers through your hair to wake you up. you sheepishly smiled as your eyes opened, meeting gar’s kind gaze and apologizing softly before rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“are you getting enough sleep, y/n?” he inquired, a tinge of worry clear in his tone as he looked at you. “you’ve been falling asleep during our lessons a lot these days.”

your brows furrowed, the question taking you off guard. your tutors rarely cared about you — only scolding you when you fell asleep during lessons before complaining to your teacher and giving up.

“i’ve been getting the night shifts at work, and the early morning classes don’t help, so i’m struggling a little,” you replied, looking at your book when you felt gar’s eyes on you. “nothing big, though!” you waved it off, tracing random numbers as you pretended to study.

“do you have work today, too?” gar inquired, his smile never fading, even for a second. “you have an exam tomorrow, you know? we can’t have my y/n falling asleep in the middle of their exam.” he laughed, avoiding the playful punch you threw his way.

“i do. in three hours, actually.”

“i’ll cover your shift for you. just stay home and study.”

your eyes widened at his words, shaking your head vigorously as you declined his offer. “no, no. it’s completely fine!” you waved your hands. “i won’t fall asleep. i’ll down three espressos as soon as i wake up. you don’t have to do that.”

“i wasn’t offering, love.” gar chuckled, poking the side of your head. “i was telling you. i will cover your shift so you can study and get some rest before the exam.” despite the smile on his face, his strict tone told you there was no arguing with him.

“alright, alright.” you surrendered, nudging the male when he smiled victoriously. “thank you, gar. i owe you one.” you leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek as a token of gratitude.

“if that’s your way of thanking me, i would’ve taken up your shift two weeks ago.”

“y/n … honey, when was the last time you left your desk?” a very concerned gar would ask when he came to see you after coming back.

your assignment was due in two weeks, and gar was an absolute angel in helping you out through every step. so when the weekend came where he was supposed to visit home, you urged him to focus on his family for the two days, letting him know you could handle the work — after all, you had a lot of time.

well, unluckily for you, the two days without gar were when everything went downhill.

your teacher sent everyone an email stating they were collecting the assignments after the weekend, before also mentioning a few more pointers that needed to be included in order to get a passing grade on your assignment.

but of course, you being you, didn’t want to interrupt gar’s weekend with his family, so you took up everything yourself, pulling constant all-nighters to work on the assignment that was due the next day.

“i don’t know. you should ask miss watson,” you grumbled under your breath, typing furiously on your laptop. “she’s the reason i’m stuck at my desk, anyway.”

gar sighed, noting the red splotches on your wrist, realizing you were forcing yourself to stay awake by pinching yourself. his gaze darted towards the orange medicine container and the countless power drinks that littered the floor.

“y/n, take a break now. i’m here, right? let’s just rest for an hour.”

you shook your head, scoffing as the thought of resting sounded ridiculous to you. “no, i can’t just ‘rest’, gar! my teacher thought it was logical to pull back a deadline by two weeks and add even more pointers. i need to do well if i have to get into sheffield with you, and i know i’m lacking but–” you blabbered, anxious about the deadline that was approaching with each passing minute.

before you could register it, gar held your face between his hands, pulling you closer as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. the kiss was over before you knew it, eyes wide as gar looked at you with a nervous smile.

“i’ll stay up with you and help you with the assignment.” he promised, softly grasping your hands, his smile widening when you didn’t deny his touch. “just take a break for an hour, that’s all.”

“y-you are just gonna act all normal with me?” you avoided his gaze, pretending to be annoyed with the way the male kept smiling at you. “after what you just did?”

gar grinned, pulling on your hands so your face was closer to his. “why? do you want more of that?” he asked, laughing when you pushed him away. “i didn’t want to do it like this, but i really like you, y/n.”

“i really like you too, gar. and i’ve never been more thankful for my goldfish attention span since i met you because of it.”

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1986harrington · 1 year

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a prompt list!!!!!!! yesssss i’ve missed your sweet sweet writing!! best friday ever! can i request 1 with our boyf steve pretty please??

Steve Harrington x fem!reader Prompt: #1: Don't talk to me, someone might think we're friends Summary: You and Steve work at Family Video, but you don't get off to the best start (bickering!enemies to lovers) Word Count: 1.5k

You had been working at Family Video for about six months before Steve Harrington tumbled in the door - all long legs, flailing arms and floppy hair, too bright eyes and an annoyingly contagious smile.

You tried your best to show him the ropes, you really did. But some days you swore he was deliberately messing it up. It was almost like he wanted Keith to toss his jobless ass back out into the parking lot. You knew from highschool that Steve hadn’t always been the sharpest tool in the box, but it wasn’t like this job was rocket science. There was absolutely no way anyone was this incapable of rewinding tapes and knowing what alphabetical order meant.

On top of all that, he just irked you. He left half-finished cups of coffee everywhere he went, which he usually ended up spilling over something important. He repeatedly stole what you had claimed as your unofficial favourite parking spot, even when the lot wasn’t full. He was never on time, he had the attention span of a goldfish and he never seemed able to do a job from start to finish.

“I think maybe part of the issue here is that you like him, and you just don't wanna admit it.” Robin had unhelpfully suggested a few months back, when you began listing off these reasons to her mid-rant for the third time in a week.

Robin had called Steve out on it pretty early too, saying that the reason he deliberately wound you up was because his brain never progressed past the stage of playground teasing and pigtail pulling when he liked a girl.

You had both denied it resolutely, absolutely adamant in your dislike for each other.

Until last Tuesday night.

***

You had been on shift with both Robin and Steve, but it was the quietest night of the week and with Keith not around, Robin had tossed her keys at Steve over the counter as she headed for the door early to get ready for her date night with Vicki.

“Robs, you can’t be serious!” You yelled after her as she opened the door. The chime rang out above her head as she turned to face you, walking backwards and gesturing to her ear as if she couldn’t hear you despite being less than 10 feet away from where you were standing.

“Love you guys! Play nice, make good choices!”

The door swung shut with another chime, silence falling around you both in the now empty store.

Steve opened his mouth to speak, but before any words could make it past his lips, you were holding a hand up to him, the other pinching at the bridge of your nose as you closed your eyes.

“Whatever you’re about to say, Harrington? Just don’t.”

“Listen, I’m not exactly thrilled about being stuck here with you either, alright?”

You choked out a laugh, turning to face him now with a hand on your hip.

“And what exactly do you have to be 'not thrilled' about?" You air-quoted back at him.

"I’m not the co-worker who’s messy, and lazy and just generally incompetent at every little task I’m given!” You yelled, blood rushing up your chest to colour your cheeks in frustration.

“No, you’re right.” Steve said, with more of an edge to his tone than you’d heard before. He pushed himself off the stool he’d been perched on behind the counter, rounding it until he was standing in front of you.

“You’re the co-worker who thinks that just because she’s pretty and smart that it’s fine to be an insufferable, pain-in-the-ass control freak with a superiority complex!”

“You think I’m pretty?” You interrupted, eyes narrowing at him curiously.

“I- what?” Steve stammered, his cheeks now a shade of rosey that matched yours, and you couldn’t help but notice the way both of you were breathing a little heavier.

“You said I was pretty.” You repeated before adding ‘and smart’, for good measure.

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess I did." He admitted, throwing hands up and letting them fall back by his sides, exasperated. "And of course you'd choose to focus on that and ignore literally all of the other things I said. Maybe we should add narcissist to the list-"

You cut him off by gripping the front of his stupid polo and pulling him down towards you as you pressed up on your toes. Your lips met his and at first he was still against you. You could feel the confusion in the way his body was tense against yours and it lasted just long enough that you began to consider pulling back - that maybe you’d made a colossal mistake and totally misread the energy that had been simmering between you and that Steve wasn’t interested in you at all like that.

That maybe he genuinely didn’t like you at all.

Your mind had begun to wander to the possibilities of dying simply from sheer embarrassment alone, when you felt a warm, strong arm wrap around your waist and lift you off your feet, his lips finally moving against yours.

You pulled back from him just long enough to let out a yelp as he turned and placed you up on the counter, one hand on your hip sliding you toward him, the other tangling in the hair at the back of your head.

“Is this okay?” He asked, breathless against your cheek, lips brushing your jawline and when you only nodded, his mouth dropped lower to press a kiss over your racing pulse.

“Words, Princess. You’ve usually got plenty of ‘em.”

You felt his grin against your flushed skin, the faint scratch of his stubble against your throat sending a new wave of sensation through your body until your legs were wrapping around him, pulling him closer.

“D’you wanna keep kissing me, Harrington, or d’you wanna run your mouth instead?” You propositioned him, and he hummed as if he was considering his options, despite the fact he was still kissing his way along your neck and back up to your jaw.

Once he was eye-level with you again, you quirked a brow.

“Words, remember?”

His lips were plush, his bottom one plump and rosey from where you'd had it between your teeth and when he went to speak, a grin tugging at the corners, you pressed a finger there and he stilled.

“Just so you know, there’s only one answer that gets you laid.”

The grin pulled at his features fully now, reaching all the way to his eyes that you swore were darker now than they’d ever been before. He pushed a chaste kiss to your fingertip that was still pressed against his lips, before taking it between his teeth and nipping gently.

You gasped, feeling the wet of his tongue against your skin before your hand slipped from his face and fisted in his vest.

“I guess I’ll shut up now, then.” He finally answered, mouth back on yours as his hands slid up your shirt.

***

“Do me a favour, Harrington? Don’t talk to me, someone might think we’re actually friends.”

“Ouch,” Steve hissed with a grin, one hand thrown over the other dramatically against his chest as he pretended to stagger backwards. You rolled your eyes with a scoff, shouldering past him with an armful of tapes.

“Friends? You’re gonna look me in the eye and tell me we’re not even friends after what we did in here last week?”

You shot him a look over your shoulder that dared him to keep going, so he did.

“And then in my car on the way home? And then on your couch once I finally got you home? Hey, remind me - was it my bed next, or yours? Or the bathroom at that party over on Maple?”

“Do you ever stop talking?”

“Around you? When I know it either, a) annoys you or, b) turns you on? No way. That’s a win/win, if you ask me.”

“Yeah? Well too bad no one asked you.”

“You did. Literally two seconds ago-”

“Steve, I swear to God-”

“So it’s option A today. Got it. Good to know.”

He made his way over to you in silence, taking some of the tapes out of your arms and helping you restock the shelves. He took the ones belonging on the higher shelves so you didn’t have to reach up, and you took the lower ones so he didn’t hurt his back leaning down all the time. There was the occasional bump of the shoulder and the brushing of fingers that sent a palpable enrgy zipping through your body, which you fought to ignore. And then there was the fact that you were close enough to smell each other - Steve all fresh soap and sandalwood, and you sweet, like cherries dipped in vanilla - and it was driving you both insane.

When Robin strolled in a half hour later for her afternoon shift, she observed you both for second - noting the absence of yelling and name calling.

“Look at you two,” She finally announced, one hip leaning against the counter as she slurped her milkshake obnoxiously through the straw. You both turned to face her, your eyes rolling at the smug smirk on her face.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you two actually liked each other."

"Robin, you've been here less than thirty seconds. Don't make me tell you to shut up already." Steve drawled, turning back to the shelves.

"Who knows," Robin continued, as if he hadn't even spoken. "Some might even say you could be friends.”

She pushed off the counter, skipping past you both on her way to the breakroom, ruffling Steve’s hair as she passed by. Once she was gone, you dug him in the ribs with your elbow.

“I told you,” You scolded, but when his eyes landed on your face, there was no malice, only a hint of a smile.

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kiara-ish · 1 year

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IDOL SOLDIER

Chapter 1

Words: 5k+

Summary: The world is changing yet again. People are turning into flesh biting monsters and with all backs to the walls, every second is a war between life and death. You expected a lot in life but never in your wildest dreams did you expect to meet Kim Seokjin in the middle of an apocalypse.

Pairing: Enlisted Soldier!Seokjin x fem!Reader

Genre: Dystopia | Romance

Rating: series rating - 18+ | chapter rating - 16+

Series Warnings: blood, gore, violence, mentions of abuse, mentions of sexual harrasment, deaths, graphic descriptions, suggestive themes.

Author's Note: This was initially supposed to be a long oneshot but after scrapping my drafts multiple times, I decided to break it into parts for easy reading and smooth writing too. Also, if I blinded you with that horrible cover, I'm really sorry me and graphics don't go well together. I'll fix it whenever I can.

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Dystopia always was my favourite trope to write. There was something about hopelessness that always had me taking up the pen. I always supposed it was something rather mundane and humane – to be curious of misery and despair. Until one day when the television that I sometimes left on in the evenings when I felt extraordinarily lonely caught my attention.

"...the rapid growth of the virus Z-24 is shocking. The constant spike in the number of affected is fearsome especially because the medium of transfer is yet to be discovered. What is spreading even more terror is the worsening condition of those infected, they have shown signs of insanity and as the specialists have named it – the zombie syndrome. It is becoming very difficult to reassure the crowd of grieving and worried families outside the hospitals and quarantine. Today, we have with us…"

With the said attention having the span matching that of a goldfish, I was distracted by a ping of notification on my phone and zoned out the news. In hindsight, my listening or not listening to the news wouldn't have made much of a difference. But it might have made me prepare better, it might have allowed me to ponder more on zombie syndrome than Kim Seokjin's nearing end of military service.

Apart from the regulation of wearing masks and sanitizing, there wasn't much havoc about the virus so people took it as seriously as they did coronavirus – scared but reassured that it will be fine sooner or later. So like every other patient citizen, I lost my shit when a lockdown was declared simultaneously with a message from my manager announcing the reduction of the travel allowance because of the change in mode of work.

Going off the texts, my social media was flooded with video clips, hazy, distraught – almost like an illegally filmed video. I knew what they would show but did not want to experience the same fervent panic from the night before. I scrolled past most videos until my clumsy fingers accidentally let go of the phone and in the eager grasp of catching it, a video started playing.

A vlogger was speaking in a broken, hushed voice. His words were unclear nor did I have the motivation to be keener in my observation. He was showing pitch darkness and it intrigued me. So instead of scrolling past like I intended, I stayed and tried to scrutinize the scene but to no help — it was all dark.

"Did you hear that?"

The vlogger's voice was suddenly clearer but his question threw me off. It was unnerving. There was an unfamiliar tremor in his voice that made me feel the same fear as him. The dark screen was suddenly not still and the silhouette of a door came into view.

"The sound came from right outside. Should I open the door to see?"

Of course he shouldn't. There could be found some ten thousand horror movies that would tell him that he should not. But he did anyway. There was no foreboding creek as the door opened, some fragments of street light in the distance that looked more ominous than reassuring. It was still silent, eerily like it was a warm summer evening in the countryside where people had nothing to worry about let alone flesh biting horrors.

"There is nothing here. To appreciate my bravery don't be shy in sending gifts and whatever your heart desires at–"

It was so quick I almost missed it and had I been successful at missing it, maybe my heart would be saved.

It wasn't a grand howl and attack. It was just a blink of darkness moving, covering the lights in the distance with the shadow and as the lights became visible again, it was obvious that something had moved. There was no foreshadowing, ominously sidelining; in a wink there was a rustle of clothes and the clang of the camera falling to the floor. It was pitch darkness but the vlogger had left no stone turned in choosing his recording mic.

As the mic stayed on around his mouth, the squelching of blood resonated loudly as the infected tore his neck probably, its heavy breathing and teeth biting into flesh with a small ripping sound like that of soft muslin. A second too late, the man started gurgling on his blood. He had no time to scream, no chance to run. The gushing of blood as the infected but around until it was done was so loud that I threw my phone away without a care in the world. Yet the only sound that reached me was the low, deep gurgle of blood and the throaty groan of the infected.

No amount of gory movies and books would have prepared me for that video and the silence that rang through the apartment after that prevailed for a very long time with the only noises being my gasps and puking. The clip went viral and everyone went crazy; traffic in the streets for miles as everyone tried to flee the city, flight tickets skyrocketed and the ruckus continued. I couldn't afford the tickets and I had nowhere else to go so I tried to order as much grocery as I could while trying to hold off the anxiety of living through yet another possible pandemic.

More clips started surfacing but I watched none of it, staying off the internet unless it was for work until finally hell couldn't be contained and the internet was shut down in the whole city. The government couldn't do shit for the virus yet so they ensured what they liked best – quiet. Work was close to impossible and salaries were further reduced regardless of the increasing bills.

In all the chaos of possibly a zombie apocalypse in construction and intense inflation, there was bound for things to go wrong — very, very wrong.

Ripping off the fabric of a shirt from the backpack, I tied it around the long scratch on my arm. Darkness blurred my vision every time I exhaled and every inhale burned my lungs. Looking around, I realised I had run into the woods, which explained the itchy scratches everywhere on my body. But there was nowhere else to go and if I navigated in the right direction, I would arrive at the isolated military camp, which was a hopeful ray of my survival.

It wasn't supposed to happen; I was supposed to move south to downtown, where there could be a shit ton of infected but more chances of communication too. But the streets looked awfully empty as I walked and sprinted carefully. There were occasional abandoned cars that looked good as new but I did not dare peek in. Last thing I would want was an investigation after all the ruckus clears off, that too for petty theft. The cramp in my stomach was occasionally wrenching my insides but the adrenaline kept me going.

Humans are cute. Hold their hand, caress their scars and give them a warm seat and they'll think they are home. The empty roads, the quiet and the chilly breeze that brushed through my sweaty, filthy skin felt like a cold shower after enduring a heatwave. I got too comfortable so it was only right that I would get plowed to the street.

It was all in a split second. One second I was running and the next a heavy weight crashed to my side, effectively pushing me to the ground and scraping my exposed skin against the rough asphalt. But before I could cry out or even look at the force, there was a putrid stench scorching my nostrils and a growl above me.

There was a squelch of flesh being torn apart and a scream escaped my parched throat, a hoarse but disturbingly loud sound. I felt like I was floating just like I always imagined death to be except something was wrong. There was no pain. I wasn't pathetically thrashing in sheer agony of having my flesh bitten off and the infected person above me was not moving.

Lightheaded, I finally looked, really looked. Blood never looked so relieving. The makeshift spear on my hand was protruding through the neck of the infected and cold blood dripped down the puncture wound. The infected person, what looked like a young man, had his eyes stuck on me but they were vacant of any semblance of life. They were bloodshot and pupils dilated, looking like they would pop out of their sockets any moment. His body weight was crushing me and I couldn't breathe with my already throbbing head.

Pushing off the body, I rolled away, breathing in the open air. But before a complete breath, my body instinctively flipped and with wretched gags that shook my whole body, I puked again. At this point I wasn't sure what I was throwing up, probably my dying organs. The putrid stench was stronger and my gags worsened.

In the midst of that, I heard it this time. Shuffling, wheezing and groaning, footsteps. How did I forget my own scream? How was I not expecting it? My throat hurt and so did my entire body. I wanted to scream and cry with helplessness. But I knew I needed to move. I needed to get the fuck back up.

Because I might not be the main character in the whole story, but I was the main character in mine.

That's how I ended up running in a random direction, then more random directions doing anything to escape the footsteps. Every time I saw the slightest of shifts in my periphery, I changed directions. My makeshift spear remained digging into an infected person's throat and taking out any other knife would take time. I wanted to ram my head into a tree trunk for leaving behind the spear but I had to run then.

At one point, the road was deserted. The woods ran through one side and empty fields through another. There was no house around and nothing objectively obstructive of view. So I stopped but adrenaline was heavy so I stumbled to the ground and rolled on my back. Breathing. Just breathing.

The sky was clear but dusk was approaching. I didn't even want to think what would happen after nightfall so I kept breathing like it was a task. It was so silent that my head got louder again. I was hyper aware of my being, from my aching legs to my throbbing head and sinking heart. I couldn't close my eyes. Every time I gave in to the darkness, I saw a pair of bloodshot protruding eyes first, then a sensation – a cold liquid dripping down my arm and then finally, a knife lodged into a man's throat and the handle of that knife was held by-

I opened my eyes with as much life I had in me to the bright sky, unnerving quiet and my own heavy breathing. There was a nagging thought in my head that I wanted to throttle and bury but it came up again and again. To evade it, I sat up.

I took out a knife from my backpack, knowing that it wouldn't be half as useful as my spear but it was something better than nothing. I held it firmly but did not stand up. I couldn't. My legs were weak and hurt like a bitch. I had always contemplated how quickly things could go wrong but my estimation wasn't even close to what it was happening in reality. I remember basking in the warmth of my airy apartment and listening to music, laughing with my friends on call about how I was finally on the same land as BTS. But then suddenly it was chaos and now I had blood on my hands, filthy but it wasn't my own.

There was a cackling, a giggle around me and goosebumps lined my skin. I looked around for a moment when a realization hit me. It hit me so hard that I began sprinting again. Running towards the woods aimlessly, I ignored the burning of my soles and the scratches of small thin branches tearing my skin. All the while I kept thinking back to that sound.

It was me. I was laughing. I couldn't suppress the thought anymore. I was going insane.

Aimlessly wandering through the woods, I finally tried to breathe a little better. Stumbling through the huge trees and trying my best to navigate towards the setting sun, where a military camp should stand tall, I tried to ignore the burning pain that was spreading through my whole body.

The forest wasn't too thick. One couldn't see the other side at one glance but it wasn't complete wilderness. There were some rare trees marked by the government and some sections were fenced with wires. But all the big trees and growing tangled bines yet not one fruit caught my eye. No matter how much the infected scared me and no matter how much my whole body throbbed with a dull ache constantly, I couldn't ignore my cramped stomach and my dry mouth. But I couldn't drop my gait, not before nightfall.

The setting sun was like a halo in the distance and staring at it, as I moved forward, I felt a serenity take over me. There was nothing that was as hopeful as that constant ball of brightness in the desolate quiet of the woods, in a city filled with sick people.

So lost in the blinding light of the sun, I couldn't control my feet as they stepped on a dry branch on the ground and a loud creak echoed through the forest. The echoing felt like nature was mocking me, really laughing at me, pointing and saying, 'look at her, what a dumb bitch.'

Looking around me, I tried to confirm that nothing was going to jump on me at the next second. At least my back wouldn't be to the wall if something did pop up. At most, it would delay my navigation — or that's what I tried to assure myself. I was doing a fine job at it too, taking slow steps further towards the direction of the setting sun until I noticed it.

At some distance, there was a man walking towards my direction. He wasn't stumbling and that gave me hope that it could be another survivor. It couldn't be me all alone. But I didn't want to call out loud and attract attention. So I leaned against a thick tree, away from his sight, just the sound of his footsteps nearing me. The footsteps were steady, not haphazard. They felt conscious and they were closer than ever before.

I held my breath as I heard the footsteps just on the other side of the tree. I could see his shoes standing still. Peeking out a little more, I caught sight of him, looking straight ahead. His side profile looked completely untouched and with his completely fine posture, I was sure by then that he was indeed uninfected. A strange ray of joy sparked through me. He looked very alert and upright, probably because of the sound I made.

So I finally decided to step out from behind the bark. A step and then another until I was beside him. But he still didn't notice me, so I tried to reach out a hand and tap his shoulder. My shaking hands reached out and it was almost at his shoulder blade when I heard his breathing. He was breathing heavily which wasn't abnormal but it was followed by a deep gurgling sound – a growl.

In a beat I was ducking behind the tree again, only in time to catch his head turn in my direction; a knife was sticking out of his other eye, the sight making bile rise to my throat again as a scream threatened to erupt but at the distance he was in, one wrong move and I wouldn't be able to scream ever again. His other eye looked around keenly, heavy breathing and that same eerie gurgling groan as if he was choking on his own blood.

A few moments passed like that with me holding my breath, as he stood motionless. But after what felt like an eternity, he began walking again. Steady footsteps moving past the tree had me finally exhaling. But I couldn't waste any more time, it was already darkening. I had to get somewhere at least.

I took off in a sprint, the desire to put a distance between the infected and myself overwhelming my senses. Ducking below branches and jumping over roots, I let the air rage war on my skin as the surroundings changed to a blur. Even in all that overwhelming stimulation, I could feel it before I saw it. There was someone sprinting behind me. It was not a human. It had a protruding knife from its eye.

I wanted to scream out loud or at least cry in despair. But in lieu of all the mockery I made of characters in dystopian fictions at their obnoxious and unrealistic behaviour, even my mind was working on autopilot and instead of screaming or crying, I pushed my legs to run faster, letting the subdued animalistic urge of survival take over my senses, until I could see nothing but the peeking glimpses of the road at the distance.

My feet met the asphalt again and I let myself blink, feeling the water dripping down my cheeks. I couldn't perceive anything other than my own shoes hitting the road, slowing down with each fall to a jog then a walk and then a standstill.

I looked around the deserted road, panting. My vision was even more blurry than before but I couldn't miss the sight of a military barricade in the distance. This was the path to the military camp, where there should be people that can help me. The sun had dropped below the horizon but the bright halo remained and that too was slowly dimming.

I couldn't brush off the fact that there were probably infected around so I took quick strides to the path opposite the military barricade. A big white arrow was drawn on the road and it made me increase my pace. Soon enough a building came in my sight but it was still far and no matter how much I sped up, it felt far like a mirage.

"Help!"

I stumbled to a stop. There was a looming fear that I was going insane but I was sure I heard someone scream for help. It was coming from the darkening forest. My heart thudded loudly in my chest as I stared at the darkness.

"Help me please!"

I heard it distinct this time and closer than before. There was indeed another person. But I couldn't forget the infected person I encountered before. With the loud shouting from this person asking for help, he would definitely be following the source too. There was a person asking for help and there was an infected person probably tailing the sound.

I've never counted myself as a great person and that wasn't due to humility. I was never a great person. I always prioritized myself first and when the situation had come to a literal man-eating-man situation, I saw nothing wrong in it.

So I sprinted towards the building, ignoring the calls for help, the sound ringing in my ears like a siren.

"Help!"

"Help, please, someone!"

"HELP!"

It wasn't a military camp. It didn't look like one at least. It was a huge building, fenced with a huge metal gate, but empty. Deserted. Not one person was around. But I didn't want to lose hope, they could have locked themselves in somewhere.

The gate was open thankfully, so I tried to push myself in through that but ended up opening it slightly wider than before albeit soundlessly. It was dark, the halo of the sun gone. The sky was just minutes away from darkening to a void.

With quiet footsteps I walked towards the only door in sight. It was huge but opened even with a gentle push, no creaking. The place was quiet. With the staircases and the multiple hallways, it looked like the barracks. But no lights were on and nothing was in sight. There was a chill running down my spine as I slowly stepped towards the first hallway to the left.

The long, narrow passage gave way to another big door. The door was closed but through the big glasses on the door, I could well see the inside. I could barely conceal my cry when I saw numerous infected people stumbling around in what looked like the cafeteria. There was food spilled on the ground and they all looked like chefs but a few were wearing military boots too.

My last hope drowned. I could only visualise letting an infected person tear into me. The pain would be immense but it won't last too long. Muffled sobs uncontrollably poured out of me as I stared at the people inside walking around like monsters of the night, waiting for one little sound, then they would tear them down to dust.

I was subconsciously staring at the young soldier who had a huge chunk of his forearm missing. He was young, might have even enlisted recently. His buzz cut looked newly shaped. It made my heart lurch in agony. I couldn't falter the ringing of my ears, the only sound enthralling my eardrums was the cry for help that I ignored. When I closed my eyes to blink I saw a man with a knife sticking out of his throat, a knife that I stabbed him with. It was so terrifying that I wanted to never close my eyes again.

The young soldier's eyes met mine all of a sudden and I took a step back. His eyes remained on mine when I moved further and further back until I began sprinting in the opposite direction. The adrenaline got the best of me and forsaking the sense of directions, I ran up the staircase. The sound of my shoes hitting the floor hurt my own ears. I had no idea where I was running to but I couldn't stop.

Not until I was suddenly pulled back inside a room and thrown against the wall with a heavy body up against me and a hand on my mouth interrupting the scream that I was about to let out. It was dark but I could make out a tall silhouette gently closing the door with one hand while still holding me against the wall.

Tears flowed out my eyes as I heard a familiar groaning right outside the door. Squeezing my eyes shut, I pressed myself to the wall as if it would just suck me in and free me from the wall but the stranger looked unshaken, his hand remained firm on my mouth and eyes on the door. A moment or two passed like that with me holding my breath and a loud drumming of heartbeat in my ears before abnormal footsteps slowly moved past the door and somewhere further down the hall.

The stranger still showed no intent of moving and there were hundreds of thoughts running through me but I let him wait for another minute or so before he moved and let me collapse to the floor like a heap of messy laundry. I couldn't control my trembling body, letting everything over the past weeks finally take their toll on me. I couldn't even look up and catch the stranger step back until he was on the opposite wall where he slid down to the floor too.

"Are you hurt somewhere?"

There was a gentle familiarity in his voice that made my stomach clench uncomfortably. I had no idea how much time had passed since I stopped crying.

"Just some scratches."

He suddenly looked alert and stood up. It took me a few seconds to comprehend his reaction so I was quick to clear the misunderstanding, "Not by the infected people. Just tree branches. I ran through the woods."

There was a sigh heard in the room and I watched his silhouette move to the small window with the blinds down. His shoulders were broad and his physique looked intimidating from my position on the ground but it strangely did not throw me off. There was something about him that felt unnaturally familiar. I didn't know how.

He parted the blinds and let more light flood in before turning to face me. I blinked at him for a moment, my head couldn't process what was going on. The familiar kind eyes, the high nose bridge and the pouty lips were all features of one person I recognised like the back of my hand; someone I had spent years fangirling over. I couldn't mistake that countenance, never. But the only sigh of misery that left me was the consequences I was seeing him in.

I wasn't ready to meet Kim Seokjin in the middle of an apocalypse.

There was utter silence in the room, only our breathing and probably my drumming heart. He had returned to his seat at the opposite wall while I remained fixated to my side. I had so many questions, so many things to say but moving my lips felt like a task. I had nothing on me that would get me going now that the adrenaline had run out. So we remained in an exhausting silence.

"Is the road clear?" he whispered.

"Barely. The woods are not clear so I doubt the road will stay safe too long."

He didn't reply and I couldn't resist the urge so I asked him, "How are you here?"

"I was supposed to be discharged the next day when all this happened. I was in my room packing up when I heard some commotion downstairs."

I didn't need to know what commotions nor did he feel it to be said. Silence prevailed when I couldn't come up with a reply but there was something shifting in me. I was breathing a little easier.

"I'm not going to be here anymore though."

I watched him stand up and move to the bed in the corner and there was a slightly coarse sound of a wrapper being torn, of a small protein bar when it was brought before my eyes. I looked up at Jin who held the bar in front of me, another small water bottle with some water in it.

I was confused. Why was he showing it to me? Was he giving it to me? He couldn't be that stupid. Who would share food and water in this scarcity? I kept staring at the protein bar letting my mouth water and my stomach groan loudly. But I didn't take it from his hand.

It must have been frustrating for him because he suddenly dropped to the floor right in front of me and shoved the bar in my hand and placed the water bottle before me. When my limp hand finally fisted around the bar, he brought my hand to my mouth and shoved it in.

I could have cried as the taste of the melting bar sent a few shudders to my body and I was gobbling it up in less than a few seconds.

"I'm sorry I'm usually more gentle. But I can't be patient right now."

Mouth full with the last bite of the bar, I reached for the water bottle watching him with keen eyes as he continued, "I can only give you this much. I'll leave tomorrow."

The water flowing down my burning throat sent another round of shudders down my body and my eyes closed in bliss. I saved a few sips for later and let the embarrassing sound of my stomach groaning be heard before I processed his words.

"To where? It's hell out there."

"My brothers. They are in the main camp."

I didn't agree with him wholeheartedly but I understood him. The moment my brain registered that it was Kim Seokjin, my mind went to the other six members. The exhaustion had gotten overwhelming and the thought had left me. Hearing it from him was a different feeling. He was the eldest, his sense of responsibility had to be peaking.

I had no idea when I fell asleep but when I woke up it was day again. Lights poured in through the windows with the blinds pushed up. A rustle of fabric made me jump up to a stand still when I remembered I wasn't alone.

Jin was walking around the room, randomly checking drawers and tables. I felt my thoughts to be more organised than last night so I could finally process a lot of things; first being the fact that I wasn't dead or infected yet and I somehow met Kim Seokjin and the second, he is ethereal.

He looked like an angel with the sun beaming on his face, as he looked out. What were the odds of me ending up with him of all people? But before I could further contemplate the odds, he turned to me with a small grimace for a smile but I swooned nonetheless.

"Slept well? You should keep your guards up now. I'll get going."

It all came back to me in an instant. He did talk about leaving to look for the other members and I didn't remember what I replied back.

"Have you been outside? It's hell."

"I know, you've told me before."

"How do you plan to make it there?"

He looked at me with his backpack in hand, "I'm not sure. I don't have much with me, just some scraps for snacks and a bottle of water or two."

I couldn't help the quake of my body when I recalled the infected people I had encountered on my way. At least I had a knife, it looked like he was charging in without anything.

I noticed my own backpack lying abandoned so I picked it up and took out one of the knives from in there.

"There you go," I held it out to him as he continued staring with an unreadable expression, "you will need some kind of protection. I suppose you happen to not have a gun, right?"

He stared at the knife for a moment and I was about to take it back, afraid of his widening eyes but instead he suddenly spoke up, "Guns! There are guns here somewhere-"

"In this room?"

"No, maybe in the gym."

I had no idea what to do with this piece of information so I waited for his mind to continue turning the gears.

"I'm going to try and look for one before I leave."

He didn't wait for any affirmation from my side, immediately moving towards the door when an uncomfortable feeling began sinking in my stomach. He was really leaving like that. Hand on the doorknob, he was about to pull it open when I was pulling his arm back.

Wide eyed he stared as if I had grown two heads, "what are you doing?"

"I'll go with you."

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The Jealousy Monster

Pairing Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!Reader

Summary: You and Eddie had known each other for years. However, at the beginning of Freshmen year, you found yourself falling head-over-heels for the boisterous personality and devilish-good looks that make up who Edward Munson is. Unfortunately, as soon as senior year came about, Eddie found himself hanging out with Chrissy Cunningham far more than you; because of that, the jealousy monster became your number one personality.

Warnings: Angst, jealousy, swearing, fluff

My first time writing an Eddie Munson one-shot, let me know how it is, haha. I also tried my best at editing, but today my attention span is that of a goldfish. I hope you enjoy.

I groaned, gripping my DynaTAC in my hand, rolling onto my stomach and kicking my slippers off my feet in frustration, the image of Chrissy Cunningham not leaving my mind.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" I cried, staring at the bulky-white phone for a few seconds, contemplating whether I should call Eddie and tell him how I feel before it's too late, before Chrissy weasels herself in even more than she already has.

I bit my cheek, tears welling in my eyes and without hesitation, I threw my phone in vexation, "Stupid feelings, stupid Chrissy!"

The phone clattered against the wall, shattering into a million pieces, leaving a hole behind.

"Oh, no..." I whined, regretting what I had just done. I walked towards the broken phone, kneeling down, picking up buttons, sharp plastic and bits of drywall.

"(Y/n)?" I hear a knock and then the door swung open, revealing my brother, Dustin Henderson. "Are you okay? I heard a bang..." He trailed, rubbing the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact, seeing the massive hole in the wall.

I sighed, throwing the last pieces of what was left of my phone and wall into the garbage pail. "I'm fine, Dusty, just... stressed." I smiled half-heartedly, reassuring him.

He nodded, not wanting to further his nit-picking.

"Um, uh..." He began, "Will you be able to drive me to and from Hellfire tonight... If-If you're not busy, that is..." He mumbled, twiddling with his thumbs, he was nervous, which was unusual for him.

"Why are you sounding like that?" I queried, folding my arms over one another, questioning his tone.

"Sounding like what?" He quickly spoke, avoiding my gaze again.

"Like I'm going to bite off your head at any moment." I snorted, tapping my foot.

"It's just, I heard you yelling and your phone is broken." He blathered. "Plus, there's a gaping hole in the wall." He gestured to it, "And let's not forget that you've been avoiding Hellfire altogether." He pointed an accusatory finger at me, "You're irritable lately."

I huffed, dropping my arms to the side. "I have not been avoiding Hellfire, Dustin." I spat, ignoring the remainder of his sentences. "As a matter-of-fact, let's get going to that club, right now." I smiled sweetly, but Dustin gulped as I grabbed his wrist and we headed out the door.

•~•~•

Dustin waltzed through the doors to Hellfire, myself not far behind. I soon felt the anger building up slowly again as I glanced at who was in my seat (which was always next to Eddie), Chrissy Cunningham.

Her hair tied tightly into a ponytail, wearing her cheer uniform, her notorious giggles reverberating in the room as she attempted to be cute, listening to Eddie's cheesy jokes. She was stunning, perfect, even. Everything that Eddie wanted, everything that I didn't have.

I gritted my teeth, oozing with resentment and sadness as I stared at the two in front of me, chit-chatting away like no one else was in the room.

I took it upon myself to change that, I was tired of feeling like this. "Hi, guys!" I shouted, trying to act casual, but the words dripped with venom.

"Sweetheart?" Eddie stuttered, quickly composing himself, baffled that I was here. He snickered soon afterwards, his usual-cockiness more defined. "Look who finally decided to join us!" He commented, clasping his hands together, staring at me.

"Yeah, it's me, don't cream your pants, Munson." I retorted, rolling my eyes, and looked back at Chrissy, "I believe you are in my seat."

"Oh, uh..." She whispered, playing with the hem of her skirt as if she was waiting for Eddie to say something. "Well?" I bit, "Are you going to keep sitting there, gapping at me like a fish out of water, or are you going to move, Pom Poms?"

"S-sorry." She stuttered, abruptly standing up and headed towards a different chair, luckily it was at the far corner of the room.

"Easy, Henderson." Eddie voiced, raising a brow, watching as I strode to my spot, clearly not understanding the change of demeanour. "It's just a spot..." He whispered, his voice smooth and velvety, if I wasn't so mad at him or Chrissy right now, I would've melted in my seat right then and there.

"Oh boy..." Dustin rubbed his temples, "I knew this was a horrible idea." He whispered, just audible for me to hear, though, I ignored him.

"You're right, it's just a spot, I'm sorry, Chrissy. Do you want it back?" I popped the K, tilting my head, waiting for her to answer. She shook her head 'no' and I grinned. "She doesn't seem to mind, Munson." I leaned back, "Go on, start." I gestured for them to embark on their campaign.

"Alrighty, then!" Dustin swallowed a lump that seemingly formed in his throat, "Let's begin." He tried his hardest to cut the tension that corrupted the atmosphere, and for a moment, I felt bad, no one else had done anything wrong, it was just me being... jealous.

•~•~•

I couldn't help but notice Eddie's eyes on me, a concerned expression planted on his features. I shook him off, involuntarily sending him a distasteful glare, which caused him to seize back.

I hated being so short tempered lately, especially with him, with Dustin, with everyone, really. I was usually timid, afraid to speak up, but I was also outgoing and cheerful when I wanted to be. I was once an easy person to talk to, but from what happened earlier before Hellfire, it's safe to say that I'm no longer that.

I had no one to blame, but myself, especially for the lack of control I had on my emotions.

I lost my desire to be here, to be around Eddie, our friends, everyone. I quit Hellfire, I avoided my eccentric best friend at all costs because my feelings were embarrassingly strong for him. I was so scared of him finding out, so I left, but mostly because I couldn't stand being in the same room as him and Chrissy, I felt replaced. I felt alone.

I couldn't hangout with him because he was always doing things with her.

I couldn't stand the fact that I had heart-eyes for him, where he had those same eyes for someone else.

It killed me.

I balled my fist, slamming them on the table, causing everyone to stare at me. "I can't be here right now, Dustin, I'll wait for you outside, I shouldn't have agreed to drive you here tonight. I'm sorry. This was a mistake."

With that said, I grabbed my things and went out the door in a hurry, tears threatening to spill from eyes.

•~•~•

"Henderson!" I hear a familiar voice call.

"Shit." I mumbled, tossing my cigarette to the ground, stomping it out, quickly trying to find my car keys in my purse.

"Hey, Henderson! Wait!" Eddie yelled, jogging over towards me.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." I groan, fumbling with receipts, lipstick and gum packs, but no keys. "Where the fuck are they?!" I whined, kicking my tires.

"Woah, hey, hey." He stopped beside me, pressing his body against my vehicle.

"What do you want?" I utter, defeated.

He brought out his hand, dangling my keys in front of my face. "You left in such a hurry you forgot these." Eddie spoke, his famous shit-eating grin on his face.

"Gee, thanks." I scowl, reaching for them.

Is that really all he wanted to come out here for; to give me my keys?

Wow, that stun.

I went to grab them, but he lifted the keys up higher, my finger tips barely grasping onto them, "Real mature, Edward."

"What was that back there?" Eddie questions, ignoring my helpless attempts at reaching my keys. However, I could have sworn I seen a painful glint in his big eyes by the mere mention of his full name.

I narrowed my brows, taking a deep breath. "It was nothing."

"It was not nothing, (Y/n), you snapped back there. Why?" He beckoned for me to answer, stuffing my only escape out of here into his back pocket, "What's gotten into you, lately? You're so...so--"

"So, what, exactly?" I cut him off, "Bitchy, mean, short-tempered, tired?" I practically finished his sentence for him. "Why do you care?" I poked at his shoulder, harshly, shoving him back. "Huh? You never showed much interest about it until now." I hissed, my index finger digging deeper into his shoulder blade.

He winced and I let my hand fall.

"Yeah, precisely that." Eddie shot back, rubbing his shoulder. "You're cruel, Henderson, you know that?" He eyed me, "You stopped sitting with us at lunch, you stopped calling, you stopped showing up to Hellfire, only for me to find out from your brother that you quit." He grumbled, "When we do talk, which isn't very much might I add, you're snippy and hot-headed. What happened?” He frowns, stepping closer to me, our noses barely touching.

My face flushed from both closeness and anger.

"Are you that dense, Munson?" I retaliated, catching him off guard.

"What--" He trailed, and I only chuckled half-heartedly.

"You're what happened, Edward." I breathed.

"Would you stop calling me that?" He clenched his fist and I snorted, waving my hand at him, looking down and sniffling, my waterworks starting.

"Just go." I spoke softly, lending my hand out for him, "Give me my keys, Munson."

Eddie took the keys out, but he hesitated.

"No." He snipped, "Not until you tell me what I did, I need to fix this, I need to fix us."

I looked at him, a tear rolling down my cheek and I trembled, "I'm in love with you, you idiot." I blurt, "I have been since my freshman year!" I raised my voice, "But you started hanging out with Chrissy more and more each day, pushing me aside. I couldn't stand it, I was so hurt and embarrassed that I had to quit, I had to avoid you at all cost. I hated seeing you two together, I was jealous and I felt so alone, I wanted you, but you wanted her." I cried, wiping my nose.

I waited for him to say something, but minutes passed and he wasn't budging, just my luck, right? I confess to him and this is where he rejects me and our lasting friendship is ruined.

"Forget I said any--"

I was cut off by a pair of lips crashing into my own, my eyes widened at the sudden touch.

I was trapped in between the car and Eddie's body, his hand rested beside my head, planted firmly on the car. His knee between my thighs as his other hand gripped my waist, holding me up against him.

Eddie was kissing me, but why?

He soon pulled away, a sheepish grin on his face, "God, I've been waiting to do that forever." He chuckled, looking me over. "I'm sorry I made you feel like that my sweet, sweet (e/c) eyed girl, Chrissy meant nothing to me, she was only helping me out with a promposal idea..." His face tinted pink, "I hate the idea of prom, but I wanted to do something special for you because I know how you dreamt of this day since we were kids, I wanted to give you your fairytale ending for high school, I wanted to go with you, as your date and hopefully as your boyfriend." Eddie smiled, grabbing my hands in his, "I love you, (Y/n) Henderson and only you."

#eddie munson x female reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things #jealousy #fanfic #one shot #eddie oneshot #eddie munson stranger things #cute #angst #reblog #fan fiction

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jenerousjenocide · 5 months

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Familiar Face

Sorry I'm trying to get all the parts up on here too, I just have the attention span of a goldfish on my good days. Comments are always welcome!!

Here is Chapter 3!

Prologue - Chapter 2 - A03 Mirror Taglist: @skittleabyss

From the moment the doors flew open and the civilians rushed in, the party kicked off smoothly.

Everyone seemed to be in good spirits, excited for what the evening will bring as most of them had only dreamed of being part of this extravagant gathering after hearing word of the parties from previous years. The people of Baldur's Gate adored Astarion for as long as he came into Lordship. Having charmed patrons among them to spread the kind word throughout the city definitely helped, but it was easy having everyone fall under his spell just from a single look into his eyes.

It didn't take long for everyone to settle into the grand ballroom and mingle together, dancing along to the musicians hired to entertain the crowd throughout the night. It was expected to go on until early sunrise, Astarion's own spawn having no fear for the sunlight due to the blessings he was able to bestow onto them from his newfound powers for ascension. Perhaps the party will last longer than just the night, knowing full well that charmed individuals have no sense of resting, especially when the entire supply of alcohol had been tainted to ensure his children are able to get as much to feed on as necessary without anyone else noticing someone going missing or passing out on the floor from sudden blood loss.

This was their reward for obeying him, for never stepping out of line and worshipping him for the leader he is. A night for himself to celebrate coming into power, and a feast for them to show them how their work hadn't gone unappreciated.

So why was he so discontent?

Hours into the night and he had time to mingle with those he deemed important enough, but so far it seemed the conversations were just too dull for his liking. There had been no excitement, he found himself growing tired and bored with the same old song and dance just commanding others to listen and making unsuspecting patrons to bow at his feet with just a glance and smile alone. All these beautiful souls and yet none of them interesting enough to pull aside and seduce for the evening. The thought of pulling together a few of the most beautiful mortals he could find to satiate himself for the night did cross his mind, but it was a flash of brown hair and pale skin that snapped him from his thoughts.

It was as though he was suddenly on alert, subtly sitting up a little straighter and wondering if he had seen a ghost. Just as you had entered the room, his eyes locked onto you like you were his prey.

He couldn't see your face fully, your black and gold mask shielding your eyes from view to match along with the other partygoers. He immediately knew you weren't from the city, because he would have absolutely remembered seeing you before.

It was as though all those years hadn't gone by and just the night before he had been running his fingers through those long brown locks he adored so much while laying close to a crackling fire, talking absolute nonsense about the shenanigans they could get up to once they reached the city.

Astarion's feet moved on their own, taking the opportunity to greet you as you took your first sip of the evening. Perhaps he intended to stop you before you took a sip, but even he couldn't explain to himself why that thought even crossed his mind. You were supposed to be just another meal for his family to enjoy, were you not?

He couldn't see your eyes, as much as he wondered internally if you were a ghost from his past. He was quick, kissing the back of your hand with practiced ease and drinking in your reaction. It was so easy to make his targets feel special, but for some reason he sensed you just wanted to get away as quickly as you could. Like a scared rabbit that wandered into a wolf's den.

When he finally came back down to reality and excused himself from the conversation, he disappeared behind the doors leading to his office.

For once Astarion found himself needing a moment to breathe as he processed exactly what was happening.

There was no way she could be here, he hadn't seen her in years and suddenly he gets a glimpse of someone who shares the same hair and skin color as his lost love and it's enough to cause him to lose himself?

He hadn't reminisced about the way she felt next to him since he ascended and she left his side, the powers flowing through him clouding his own mind and relationships with the companions he found along the way after being picked up by the Nautiloid. After eventually getting used to the powers bestowed upon him, his soul focus was rebuilding the city in his own image and creating a coven of vampire that the world will one day grow to fear and respect.

So why did it seem his feelings buried deep below stir the moment his eyes landed on this stupid little human girl?

But it was as though time itself stood with first contact, like he was back to being a feeble spawn terrified every waking day of when his master would come find him and drag him back to his everyday hell. He knew she wasn't here, he knew she wouldn't look as though she hadn't aged a single day in 50 years. But he wondered if just for the night he could pretend, he could place you on a pedestal and live out one final fantasy with her before letting you go back to your every day life without knowing what was going through his mind. He knew he couldn't keep you, that wasn't the goal. Just one night and then he can finally wrap up his unresolved feelings for a woman that got away and toss them out for good.

Yet when Astarion finally emerged from his quarters and started to look for you, his eyes immediately narrowed on Lawrence who had slinked himself up to you and pinned you between his body and the wall outside the ballroom.

Of course his least disciplined spawn would be the one to approach you, likely having seen the way Astarion greeted you earlier before disappearing for a moment. It was enough time for him to take the chance and corner you the way he wanted.

Once again Astarion's feet moved before his mind could, reminding his spawn on his place with a subtle threat of punishment to come later on when their guests have left the palace. Lawrence should be grateful his Lord was gracious enough to put it from his mind until then, knowing that with a snap of Astarion's fingers he can be commanded to place himself in the kennels and wait for his torment there in silence.

"If you think some charmed wine and sweet nothings whispered in my ear is going to be enough to drink my blood, you definitely have the wrong girl."

Perspective and bold.

Now this is getting interesting.

"Aren't you the perceptive one." He hummed, finding your company far more entertaining with every word you say. "You haven't even been here all that long and you've figured that out. You're definitely not from around here."

"Like I said, I was just passing through." He can see the way you struggle to find your words, to steady yourself keep composed. The charm used in the wine shouldn't leave you unable to stand or walk, he ponders for a moment if someone did something to you. "I think it's time I head out, but thank you so much for the... interesting evening."

"You don't look like you can walk two steps forward much less through town to whatever gaudy tavern you have for yourself in the city." His smile falters slightly, his head lowering to lean in closer, to catch your sight and persuade you to stay here for a little longer. "We have plenty of space here, why don't you lie down for a bit?"

"And leave my neck open for the taking? Only an idiot would accept that."

You were too smart for your own good, but somehow too stupid to wander into a strange party and drink a beverage being offered without considering it might be spiked.

Astarion watched the way you nearly crumbled to the floor, the heat rising to your cheeks and your breath becoming labored as you struggle to focus. He was quick to move, sweeping in and steadying your frame against his body and the wall behind your back. The feeling of your body so close to his caused a familiar knot to tighten in his stomach, the scent of your hair hitting his senses and for a moment he forgot what he was even doing in the first place.

"I assure you nobody will come searching for a late night snack," He replied, laughing softly at your efforts to resist his help despite you both knowing you aren't able to go anywhere on your own for the moment. "You have my word."

In a split second decision his arm sweeping under your legs and the other supported your back. You were lighter than he anticipated, and so much smaller now that he was actually holding you. For a moment he debated if he should just set you up in a room, lock the door and order one of his spawn to release you once the effects of the charm had worn off with orders to only lead to the front door and no touching to ensure no harm came to you.

Astarion hadn't even noticed the smile that flighted across his face when he finally looked down at you, noticing that you had lost consciousness after fighting it off for so long. Was this some sort of sleeping curse? Had someone cast a spell on you to ensure you were an easy target?

Regardless of the answer, he decided the best place to keep you was his own chambers. He spent very little time there anyway, and his spawn wouldn't be stupid enough to barge in there to take advantage of your sleeping form while you recovered unless they wanted to be severely punished or decapitated for the attempt.

The moment he set you down on the bed, he took a step back to admire you while there weren't any other lingering eyes to catch him in a moment of weakness. Even with your mask still covering the upper half of your face he couldn't deny the familiarity he felt when he looked at you.

Your fair skin, flawless but still lightly dusted with freckles he once spent an evening tracing with his fingertips.

Your golden brown hair, wild and yet tucked neatly in an elegant up-do to show off that delicate neck of yours, your skin as creamy and beautiful as it dips down and disappears behind the dark fabric of your elegant black dress.

A few strands had fallen from their place during your time trying to remain upright, he couldn't resist reaching out to move them away from your face, the skin of his knuckles gently brushing against the surface of the mask concealing your identity.

He was so close, close enough to remove the pesky piece of plastic and finally put his mind at ease as to who the woman behind the mask was. To reassure himself there was no way she had somehow figured out time travel and came back for him when he had forgotten how to love again. It would be a cruel trick, to remind him of what he had lost because he decided to choose powers beyond his own imagination and an eternal life being the most powerful being to walk the realm.

But you didn't know him, there was no way you knew him the way he was so scared of. You couldn't be a ghost from his past coming back to haunt him after years of training himself to forget and move on. You were just some girl wandering about and poking her nose into other peoples business.

If that wasn't Tav down to her core, he didn't know what else was.

Fighting the urge to discard the mask and gawk at your sleeping form any longer, he reminded himself he had a party he needed to attend and ensure nothing was going wrong. As much as he needed to keep his spawn in line, he needed to keep his company entertained, drunk and satisfied until they were all able to wander home and his children's hunger would be satiated for the time being.

With a deep sigh of frustration, Astarion finally pushed himself away from the bed and headed towards the door to return to the festivities.

Having only gotten halfway out of the room, he tossed a final glance over his shoulder to look you over, as though expecting you to just be a figment of his imagination.

His heart seemingly flutters in his chest, causing him to grimace and quickly turn to leave the room, closing the door behind him and locking it to ensure nobody can get in.

And until he returns, you aren't able to get out.

#astarion #bg3 #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldurs gate 3

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disdaidal · 6 days

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What abt Zack Fair 🧡💙☘️ (I'm biased he was my fav when I was more into ff)

*squeals* I'm so glad to hear that because honestly, I adore him so much, and he makes me wish I'd gotten into FF7 much earlier.

🧡 Do you have anything in common with them? - We both have blue eyes? jkjkjk okay, some things, definitely. We're both stubborn and can get quite temperamental at times. We have the attention span of a goldfish at the worst possible times (xD), and struggle to stay rational and patient when we get excited or anxious about something. We're generally friendly and try to get along with everyone, but that doesn't mean we'll back down from confrontations if such should occur (Zack's way worse though; I'm more like Cloud (though come to think of it, that's hardly any better jkfjkf)). Oh, and we both like motorcycles? Oh yeah! Really wish I knew how to ride one *dreamy eyes*.

💙 What's a popular headcanon for them that you adore? - That he's bi, has puppy brain, and he's so adorable that even the 'mighty Sephiroth' might've had a (secret) crush? I also really love the idea of Zack making a wonderful boyfriend to (someone) and, possibly, one day becoming a great dad as well *sobs*. Anyway~~~

☘️ Would you trust them with your life? - Honestly, I go back and forth about this. :D Like, the 3/4 of me wants to say yes because he's strong, a skilled warrior, he's brave, has a good heart, and he would do anything to keep you safe—no matter what happens to him. I mean he managed to take care of Cloud for months and keep him safe, so that counts for something, right?

On the other hand, that 1/4 of me—the rational part of me—says absolutely fucking not because this asshole right here has virtually no sense of self-preservation whatsoever. :'D Should he manage to keep us both safe long enough for us to make it to safety, I doubt I'd still get any sleep at night because I'd end up worrying too much because he attracts trouble like no other, and he dives right into trouble with his heart first and head second, no thoughts, brain empty and- Honey. Listen. I love you, you're precious, I'd die for you and all that shit, but no.

*cries*

So, I think my answer here is... I'd probably trust him. Half the time, at least. But with extreme caution. And I'd keep him on a leash, just in case :D No facing the troops alone in the desert, you hear me?

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blorbo ask game

#replies #tantumuna #blorbo ask game #thanksss <333

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cara-kira · 18 days

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Hello again its your rwby exchange buddy. 😎

I have more questions. Like a lot. Sorry I hope I'm not annoying I just have a lot of thoughts.

Do you have a length preference for the fic or just whatever I'm feeling up to? I know some people don't enjoy long fics

Do you see Oz as the kind of fella that would be in a polycule 👀

I like your grim au so much it's changing the idea I had. How do you feel about letting me put my own twists on it? I know some people are protective of their AUs so I don't want to overstep.

Do you have an ao3 you'd like tagged? I tend to post stuff on there if that's alright

Also I'd love to hear some fun facts about yourself you seem very friendly and I'd like to get to know you lol. Sometimes it's fun to incorporate a bit of the giftee in the story. Like how do you like your pizza, if at all? Do you like frogs? Whats your favorite word? You know. Important things. Nothing scary or personaly revealing, just the important stuff.

If this is too much or you don't want to answer this whole thing I'm sure Zac can send me a message lol

I hope you're having a great day!

Hello again! No need to apologize for asking questions, you can ask me anything anytime!

As for my answers:

Nope! I don't really mind long fics, but it might take me a while to finish reading them since I unfortunately have the attention span of a goldfish

I kinda do actually. I haven't really made any fanart yet nor did I ever mention it, but I actually enjoy IronOzQrow quite a bit, or perhaps ozqrowbleck.

This kinda depends on what you plan to twist it into. I'm fine with some add-ons or small changes, but would like the overal base of the au to remain the same, if that makes sense.

I do have an ao3 account, but I don't use it all that much -and quite frankly know next to nothing on how it works either lmao. Feel free to post your work on ao3 and tag me, but I do suggest tagging me in a post here on tumblr as well so I won't accidentally miss it😅

And man, I suck at small talk lmao. Especially when it's about me XD

But anyways, as I'm sure everyone knows by now, I really like to draw. I've been drawing for as long as I remember, and I've been drawing fanart for rwby again since late 2019 I believe. (Yes again, the first time would've been around 2014/2015(?), of which some posts still exist on my instagram page haha). And like every media I've ever created for, I tend to latch onto the (often tragic) side characters with little screentime. Because of that, these characters usually don't have a lot known about them. So I usually tend to fill in the rest with headcannons. I actually have a few for Oz here as well, should you maybe want add some of those to your work👀

As for favorite foods, I love a good lasagna, or a nice pepperoni or shawarma pizza. Melted cheese is my kryptonite, and so is garlic bread lol.

My favorite color is purple. And my favorite animal changes from time to time, but usually goes from dogs to crows or ducks :>

I listen to a wide variety of music genres, but I think the majority of my playlist exists out of metal music.

I am also genderfluid, and go by she/he/they!

And I'll stop there or this post will go on forever lmao. I hope you're having a great day too!

Should you ever feel stuck on something or need more information, feel free to reach out! :>

#asks #anon #remnants of rwby: fanworks exchange #leave it to me to say lmao three times in one post-

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s0apmactav1sh · 2 months

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Im in need of some mutuals/friends so heres a small introduction to who I am.

Name: Fjord but feel free to call me anything as long as it isnt insulting :)

Age: 19

Pronouns: He/Him

Fav films: Jurassic World triology, Gods of Egypt, the green mile, practically any movie about history, all three godzillas + kong skull island and lastly shutter island.

Fav books: Gone Series, harry potter series, scavengers, rose rivers and clover moon.

My fav food: Pasta, specifically spaghetti and strawberrys with sugar on top.

Fav drinks: Red bull, monster except for the ginger ale one, lucazade and water.

My fav singers/band: Eminem, Zach Bryan, David Kushner, Eddie Flint and Stromae. Theres more but its all different singers and im way to tired to list them

My personality: Im always tired, have the attention span of a goldfish, im a yapper literally love to talk, actually smart when I try, funny if I do say so myself.

Things I do when Im bored: Watch Rugby, listen to music, draw, read, write and cycle.

Things I like: Call of duty, cooking and baking although Im not great at either, hikes and sitting by a rivers that I find on said hikes, collecting fake plants and candles and collecting random trinkets i find on days out.

Thats literally it cuz I cant think of anything else cuz Im tired.

#fjords rambles #intro post #things about me #the things i do instead of sleeping #im tired #i need to sleep #fjords intro

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simpscripts · 1 year

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Himbo Hijinks Part 1 (Jean Ralphio Saperstein x Reader)

Hey everyone, so I have to split this one shot into two parts again like most of my fics, I tried my best to find a nice mid point that wasn’t too jarring being split from. If you would like to read it unbroken I also posted it on my ao3!

Summary: You go with your boyfriend to the parks department to visit your friend Tom who told Jean Ralphio he had a package for him. Once you arrive you meet the rest of the parks crew and hijinks ensue with your delusional but well meaning boyfriend.

Jean Ralphio walked hand in hand with you down the long corridors of the municipal government building of Pawnee. Your heart bubbled with an energetic happiness that you always felt by his side but you had a hint of concern as you watched him dance excitedly with each of his steps.

“Ok, tell me again exactly what Tom said. Word for word.” You squeeze his hand a bit as you spoke just to make sure his goldfish sized attention span listened in.

“He said and I quote ‘My boy, I have hella fat stacks of dough for you, the best person I have ever known and will ever know. Also formerly know as the smartest business man and the swaggiest pimp daddy to ever play the game.’” He answered confidently as he continued strolling along.

“Yeah, I don’t think he said any of that.” You laugh out, nudging into his side causing his gangly form to stumble.

“Alright the rest of it was maybe heavily implied by his vibes that radiated over the phone but he for sure said he had some fat stacks that I had to pick up urgently.”

“Babe I really think you should curve your expectations.”

“Alright boo boo picture this,” Jean Ralphio skipped from your side to walk backwards in front of you as he laced your fingers together in between your bodies. His body bounced with each emphasis on the words, giving different pauses and tones to each new idea. “You, me, dollar dollar bills, hot tub, that tiny little bikini that drives me insane, shots on shots on shots.”

Your eyes narrow as you’re not convinced but he continues on with his vague word association fantasy. “Fireworks, super mega yachts, Mariah, Whitney, Willy Wonka chocolate river, peacock fedoras, diamond waterfalls.” His words got more and more nonsensical the longer he went on and once he eventually trails off he stares at you with narrowed eyes to wait for your response.

“Oh,” You mutter out as you realize he was finally done. “That’s hot.” You mimic a breathy Paris Hilton adjacent impression, giving into the cute pop culture centric dreaming nature of the boy you most certainly love.

His face bursts out in a giant smile as he happily places pecks all across your face, feet stumbling as he tries to continue walking backwards while multitasking. He found himself very quickly walking into the door that you needed to enter.

“Boom, yeaaah that’s what I’m talking about!” He sings out before bouncing up a quickly and stands firm like he is posing. “Check list time. Hair?”

“Check.” You nod, resisting the urge to run your fingers through his well groomed hair that was silky soft. You often had the pleasure of petting through his locks whenever he laid his head across your lap.

“Fit?” He starts shifting to pose in a bunch of different positions to show off his outfit he spent over an hour picking out this morning.

“Mmmm,” You scrutinize over him playfully, “Oh yea, totally poppin today.” Your tongue curls in your cheek as you try to push down the stretching smile burning your cheeks.

“Alright, damn, don’t gotta be checking me out, my eyes are up here.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you suggestively then spreads his long arms out, spreading open his jacket so you can greedily look at the tight button down hugging his chest. “Cologne?”

You slowly close the distance between you both, your head burying into his chest to inhale. The expensive fragrance he often wore had your knees shaking every time you smelled it, as long as he uses the correct amount. Your nose crinkles slightly at the memory of him blowing thousands of dollars to buy enough bottles to fill a bath tub with. He slept in a hospital room from the skin absorption for two weeks after that one.

“Mmmmm,” You hum quickly forgetting he needed a response, instead losing yourself to curling your hands against his chest as your head nuzzles against him.

“Oh yea that’s defo a mega check.” He hums while wrapping his arms around you and kissing your hairline. “Only one thing left, the most important, my good luck kiss.”

You decide to be a bit cheeky with him, not ready to give up this soft moment where he was about as serious as he could be. “Nah I don’t think you’ll need it.”

“C’mon,” He whines as you pull away, hands flailing dramatically as he talks. “I’ll die if I don’t get it! You’ll be arrested for murder! The illest babe that has ever stumbled across my beautiful life will be responsible for my sexy downfall.”

“Nah, I know what Tom’s like and if they let him work here then I think I can get away pretty easily.” You push back even further to lean against the door frame as you watch him pout.

He tumbled dramatically to the floor in the middle of the hallway, a few government workers walking through send you both judgmental glares over his theatrics. Like a toddler who doesn’t know how to truly reenact a death scene he flails around the ground while wailing loudly. You learned long ago that he was simply born without an inside voice.

“I’m dying the worst death, this is the Guinness world record for most painful death. The greatest possible tragic death to ever exist. Bigger than JonBenét, bigger than Selena, bigger than Biggie!” He quickly curled away to whisper to a non existent audience while kissing his fist and raising a peace sign to the sky. “R.I.P, B.I.G.”

He rolled to his back and lifted his head to look you directly in the eyes to give you his best puppy dog look. “Bigger than Little Sebastian, the pony of all our hearts.”

“You take that back.” You gasp out.

“You would miss Little Sebastian more than me?” His pout deepens as he leans up to sit with open legs, the long limbs becoming a tripping hazard as they stretched out.

You giggle and lean down to take his hands in yours to look deeply into his eyes with a soft loving look. “Yes, every single day. There would not be a single moment I wouldn’t miss him more than you.”

He squished up his nose cutely as he got disgruntled at your teasing before twisting his pouting lips up in a sly smile while raising his fingers to tickle your stomach. You curl forward to protect your soft sides from being attacked by his fingers while squealing. He takes the moment to disarm you and tip your weight forward so you fall onto his lap.

Once you finish your giggling while squirming in his lap, trapped comfortably inside his grip, you give him the kiss he so desperately needed. His lips don’t part from yours but you feel him smile brightly against you while nodding his head like he was bopping along to music. His body did the adorable little wiggle he did when he was excited and his hands curled into your cheeks to sway you along with him.

“Oooo yeahhh.” He sings out once he parts, still bobbing his body up and down excitedly with energy. “Mm-hm, mm-hm, mm-hm.”

He bounces up with his new found energy and grabs your hand to quickly pull you up. You stumble a bit a how fast he pulls you up, head going dizzy but he holds you close to him. “Alright shawty supreme lets go gets these G’s!”

Walking in to Tom’s work place for the first time you observed the empty space that you thought being a government building would be more filled with productive people. On second thought maybe not productive, but certainly people. You don’t have to think about it long as you approach Tom’s walled off office and you have to shift all of your attention to watch over your clumsy boyfriend as he takes a running start.

“Tommy-T!” Jean Ralphio sings out while sliding across the linoleum floor in his special custom loafers made with felt padding along the soles of his shoes just so he can glide into a room with ‘flair’. They have single handedly caused more hospital visits than every other thing in his life combined, and he was there enough that the nurses have a framed photo of him with them on display behind their station.

Luckily this was not one of those days as he sticks the landing and Tom whistles out in appreciation. “Damn J-Money that looks sick when you don’t fall.”

“Sweet, I have been practicing all week.” He happily says, rubbing his hands together while dancing over to the chair in front of Toms desk before jumping into the seat and spreading out.

“He has the bruises to prove it.” You smile while entering behind your boy, walking over to Tom to quickly do the simple handshake he forced you to learn over drinks at the club.

“Jaegar-Bomb! Lovely to see you again.” He snaps his fingers at you, calling you the nickname you earned after one particularly crazy party, and sits at his desk.

“So where is all those fat stacks you have for me? Give me, give me, give me!” Jean Ralphio bounces up and down in the chair. You move to stand behind him, rubbing his shoulders as you wait in anticipation to see what this was all about.

“Yea about that you really need to change your mailing address from my place but some of this stuff is serious. Imma have to help you out today.” Tom moves to open a drawer in his desk.

“Totally, hit me up with those deetz brother.” He moves to his business pose, fingers angled up across his lips so he can briefly point with them while he nods.

Tom slams down several large stacks of envelopes on the table, half with bright angry red stamps that say urgent. Your eyes shut while you process and remember that you also shouldn’t easily be swept along with your boyfriends antics but he was often so cute it was hard not to get sucked into his dreamland.

“Dude your taxes are seriously wack, you do realize you can get into serious trouble for these things, right?” Tom seemed baffled as he worried about Jean Ralphio, a bit funny to see when you knew that they were practically cut from the same cloth.

“Is the money in here?” He ignores Tom’s words to quickly grab an envelope and tears it open. “Aww what is this boring junk? It’s all dumb paperwork.”

“Yea dude!” Tom leans over to snatch the paper from his hand and gives and exasperated look. “We have to fix this, now I’ve already started printing off the paperwork you need but I seriously need you to work on this with me.”

“Of course, anything to help out my dear friend.” You roll your eyes at your boyfriends faux chivalry antics.

Tom wasn’t having it though and threw some of the envelopes at Jean Ralphio. “No man! I, emphasis on I, am helping you!”

“Mmhm. You know what? I see what your saying and my answers is I accept. I will help you out.” Once again your beloved boy slips away to delusions as he avoids responsibility.

You can see Tom’s short fused temper you have witnessed many times before in regards to Jean Ralphio was starting to blow so you jump in to save him. “Thank you for helping him Tom, he really appreciates it.”

You pinch at Jean’s shoulders a bit while trying your best to appease Tom, knowing full well you wouldn’t even know where to start to help fix this tax mess. Lord knows he will never do it for himself.

“Uh huh, remind me again why you deal with him.”

“Cause he’s adorable?” You offer up, sparing a glance down at Jean who still seems a bit distracted by the fact that he is not here for stacks of cash.

Tom doesn’t respond and you know from many run ins with his behavior that he wants you to sweeten the pot. “Alright then, how about I bring you back those goat’s milk blueberry and gold flake soap from the one boutique you’re banned from as payment?”

“Fine, but you’re also returning those bath slippers you stole from me.”

You grumbled and took a look back down at all the official mail littering the desk and over to your pitiful boy who just looked lost. Dammit you cursed out in your mind I’m really going to miss those slippers. Jean Ralphio may spoil the ever living fuck out of you on the daily but you always swooped in to save his ass in return.

“Fine.” You stick your hand out for him to shake and true to his glib nature he perks right back up to his usual smile once the verbal contract was completed.

“Great, now lets go get those documents from the printer.” He hummed to himself a jaunty little tune he made up on the spot that centered around him being amazing while gesturing for you both to exit his office.

Jean Ralphio gives you a bit of a sad look that you know means he is swirling with bigger thoughts than the ones that usually dwell within his mind. Without even speaking you know his eyes tell a silent apology to the consequences of his completely voluntary actions and also shine with appreciation. You just offer him a small kiss on his nose to convey the simple message that everything is ok and help him stand up to follow out Tom. You hadn’t even made it a foot out the doorway before the smaller man groans out.

“Oh god, here we go.” You looked over to Tom who started rubbing his forehead as he watched a group of people enter the room together.

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