#10.5

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“attention all personnel, quit your dreaming, it’s time for the nightmare”

[archivistsammy]

sure jan

[ithehellisbucky]

An Apocalyptic Romance

Cha Hyun-Su x Reader

Requested: "Why do you keep hanging around me?! Go with her, don't you like her?!" "But I like you." @leedosbunnyboy

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: A lot. Suicide mention, self harm (not only Hyun-Su), reader smokes and has a nicotine addiction, blood, trauma, shock, canon level violence, PTSD, survivor's guilt, everything in canon just with reader in it

Author's Note: After writing this I don't even want to write for the MCU anymore. I'm just not into that anymore, so let me know about that. It was my birthday on monday. And let's just say that it was a birthday.

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It wasn't like in the movies. Yes, some people stepped up and some people wielded weapons to defend themselves against the monsters. But it wasn't like that.

No one relished power or freedom in this new world. No one enjoyed being the product of a science fiction novel. This wasn't how anyone's future was supposed to go.

Your neighbor had just moved in a month or so ago. His hair almost covered his eyes and at first, the only sign that he was alive was the weekly ramen deliveries that showed up at his door. If you hadn't seen those, you would have thought that there was no one living there at all.

You both happened to peek out your door at the same time when you heard loud screeching from down the hallway. Slowly following a trail of torn apart ramen packet heading toward your across the hall neighbor- a model.

When you saw her dead cat's skull scrape across the floor, being dragged by a disturbing and grotesque blood-soaked hand, you weren't able to stifle your scream. Luckily, he quickly slapped his hand over your mouth and moved slowly back away.

Your feet were planted on the ground. You couldn't move, couldn't breathe. You barely recognized it when he wrapped the arm that wasn't over your mouth around your torso and began to drag you with what little upper body strength he had.

In the moment, you were too terrified to even pick your feet off the ground, which was almost a saving grace, but unfortunately, your neighbor was too busy making sure you didn't scream and kill you both, that he didn't do the same.

The crunch of the dry noodles made you both freeze in place. After this you weren't so scared of the noise your mouth would make when you opened it, so you screamed as loud as you possibly could and your neighbor grabbed your hand and you ran together towards the door to his apartment.

You couldn't tell what was behind you and you didn't want to know. All you knew was that the soles of your shoes were covered in the cat's blood, and you were shivering in fear. You couldn't even will yourself to cry.

Your neighbor had a different reaction. He stared into space, in shock. It was at this moment that you realized you didn't even know the name of the man who saved your life.

"Um, what, what is your name again." You stuttered, unaware of how you should even approach this situation.

His gaze at the door was unwearying. "Cha Hyun-Su," His voice and his body didn't react, almost like his brain was already so traumatized that this situation was just like weight on a broken scale.

"My- my name is (y/n)."

He turned his head to face you, and you almost saw a glimmer of something in his eye, but he didn't say a word.

Hyun-Su might've said something in that moment, but you would never know, because the doorbell rang and interrupted your eye contact, causing you both to stare at the red door in terror.

He grabbed a bat and slowly walked towards the door, eventually reaching it and look on at the security camera monitor. You heard him mutter underneath his breath something about her hands until you heard loud feedback like sound and a body-shaped dent rammed into the door. Hyun-soo backed away in terror and held up the hockey stick in defense position. You grabbed an X-Acto knife you found lying on the ground next to his bed and clutched it close to your chest, frozen in fear.

The both of you stayed perfectly still for another few minutes until the ramming finally backed away. Hyun-Su ran to his computer and sat down in his gaming chair, as you stayed in place as if someone had covered you in a block of ice and left you to thaw.

Hyun-soo muttered to himself and you stayed still, for at least 45 minutes. Unmoving and incredibly, incredibly fazed.

Slowly, you and your neighbor had figured out the basic rules of this new universe.

Don't confront the monsters, never get a nose bleed, don't make a sound, always save others, and never leave Green Home.

Over time, you found something with Hyun-soo that you could never find anywhere else.

It wasn't perfect. It couldn't be in an imperfect world. But the way you looked at Hyun-soo when you thought that he wasn't looking was the most perfect thing there was here.

You didn't talk about it. Somehow talking about it would make it real, and reality can be twisted and ruined.

When Hyun-soo's nose started bleeding on the first few days of your alliance, you were terrified. But you pulled yourself together because no one could have been more terrified than him. As wrong and badly motivated as it is, you trusted him to tell you if he thought he would hurt you.

Together you decided to take the fight to the monsters or die trying.

There was screaming outside of your window. Kids, screaming for their father from several floors above. You watched in horror as the monster tore their father from their building, and he fell onto the ground below.

By this time Hyun-soo was at the window with you today too. You managed to distract the monster and fight him off, and you set off on a mission to save the children.

On your quest, you met Dusik Hahn, a wheelchair-bound man who made weapons for you to fight off the monsters with. He made a knife stick for Hyun-Su, and he took your small Exacto knife and made it into a deadly dagger for close-range combat. Not exactly a situation you wanted to be in, but a situation you might as well be prepared for.

You made the slow journey to save the kids and ran into another group of two, the bassist that you heard thumping through your floor sometimes, and a god-devoted teacher wielding a sword.

You had managed to recognize the monster-hunting the children and narrowly rescued the kids in the meantime.

Right as you had made your way out of the direct danger, Hyun-Su stopped. His nose was bleeding.

"Take the children." He said, clutching his nose.

"Hyun-" You said, reaching for him and trying to help him.

"TAKE THE CHILDREN AND RUN!"

You didn't want to argue, you ran down the stairs and hid yourself and the children in a closet, praying to whatever cruel god was out there that Hyun-Su would be the one walking down those stairs and not a monster.

There was a thumping noise coming down the stairs, and you covered both the children's mouths and clamped yours shut. You only opened your mouth when you could see very clearly that it was Hyun-Su and not a monsterized version of himself.

You let out a sigh of relief and threw the door open, wrapping your arms around Hyun-Su and his blood-soaked hoodie. He awkwardly patted you on the back, body as stiff as a board, as that was the extent of what you could really do.

You didn't talk about what happened to him, or that you saw his eyes turn blackout of the corner of your eyes. He wasn't the same as he was before, but he wasn't fully a monster either. It was the only Hyun-Su that you had ever known. And you like what you see.

You dropped off the kids at Dusik's apartment and set off on a journey to the lobby on the ground floor.

There weren't that many monsters that attacked you on your journey down. You ignored all the ones that ignored you.

When you reached the first floor you saw a ghastly sight. Many of your neighbors were there, and they all looked entirely broken. You got the situation you described to by Eun-Hyuk, a medical student that you had seen around the building and working on his laptop in cafes near the apartment complex.

Everyone seemed pretty nice, except for the asshole convenience store owner. Some people hated Eun-Hyuk, but you felt bad for him. He didn't want to let that girl die and he didn't want to hurt people, he was just trying to save as many people as he could, and being a hero couldn't be easy.

You met his sister Eun-Yoo, you had seen her dancing on the roof when you went up there to breathe and to smoke. She seemed taken to Hyun-Su, and he seemed a little bit smitten by her. You hate to admit it, but you felt jealous.

She was beautiful, and feminine, and unapologetic, all the things that you weren't. He couldn't not like her.

When the rest of the neighbors found out that Hyun-Su was some sort of monsterized version of himself, there was naturally an uproar.

It was entirely silent when all of the residents were crammed into the preschool room, silently waiting for Eun-Hyuk to tally the results of the vote.

It was a tie. A perfect tie, between banishment and acceptance. Because that's how it always seems to go.

The nasty convenience store owner, Suk-Hyun, was screaming at Hyun-Su, right up until his nose began to bleed. He started pleading for his life, and Hyun-Su walked up at tallied the vote against himself, only to make sure Suk-Hyun went in with him.

When Hyun-Su and Suk-Hyun were trapped in an empty office, you brought him ramen and sat down in front of the chained storefront and ate with him.

Silently, you sat together. What you didn't know, is that whenever you were looking down Hyun-Su was looking at you.

Over the next week a lot of stuff happened, you rescued more people, lost some, been through more tragedy and trauma than anyone should have to go through in their entire life, and throughout it all, you and Hyun-Su stayed stuck together.

Hyun-Su and Eun-Yoo grew closer, they would talk together and you would often see her staring at him from across the room.

Eun-Yoo was good, and she was kind to the people that deserved it. Sure, she was violent, mildly sadistic, and cold, but she was still a good person. Yet you hated her. You hated her because Hyun-Su wanted her more than he wanted you.

It wasn't like you to be a jealous or pretentious or possessive person, but you wanted Hyun-Su more than you wanted most things. And sometimes life just works out that way. In horrible, jealous and violent ways.

You were sitting with Hyun-Su in an empty hallway on the first floor. You were both trying to ignore the fact that the door you were guarding had the bodies of a 10-year-old and a soldier behind it.

This world wasn't fun or easy. It was an adventure and it wasn't an epic. It was just real life. And real life is broken. You saw the scars on Hyun-Su's wrist when his hoodie sleeve rode up. You saw the way he looked at the sobbing mother mourning her daughter. You overheard Eun-Yoo talking about Hyun-Su killing himself.

You had scars on your body too. Cigarette burns across your hands from where the butt fell off, times where you pushed it into the palm of your hand and the sides of your finger when you were drunk or too tired to run it under water or throw it out the window and all you could do is lay there and take the pain.

Real-life was broken. Hyun-Su was broken. You were broken. This world is broken.

You realized that in your self-sabotaging state you had let a tear slip out of the corner of your eye.

"(y/n)." Hyun-Su was looking up at you from his ramen.

"Oh, uh sorry." You took your finger and wiped your tear away. He had enough on his plate already, he didn't need to know the raging jealousy that was growing inside you.

You were Hyun-Su's friend. He was your friend. He didn't love you, you were the person he could trust to remain consistent. He might not have loved Eun-Yoo, but he didn't love you. He couldn't love you.

"What's wrong (y/n)?" He was too pure. Someone who's been through so much and done so many bad, bad messed up things couldn't be that pure.

You didn't say anything. You took your spork and put another spoonful of hot ramen into your mouth. It burned a little bit, but you didn't mind.

"(y/n)?" He put down his food and scooted a little bit closer to you, still as shy as always "I need to know you're okay."

The link in the chain around your heart finally broke, "I'm not okay." You run your hand over your head as you look up at him, "You like Eun-Yoo, and that's okay, so why are you hanging out with me? I'm nothing compared to her!"

You finally shouted, agony stabbing through the heart that is no longer protected.

You put the ramen down and it kicks over when you stand up, water and noodles falling everywhere all over the floor. You don't even care, you just need to get away from Hyun-Su. You're walking away with a stomp when a hand grabs your wrist. It's Hyun-Su, obviously. Curse his weird half-monster superpowers.

"But I don't like Eun-Yoo," he grabs your other hand. "I like you."

It never even occurred to you that Hyun-Su could even like you a little bit. It was more like a fever dream that could never come true but that you can still fantasize about.

"What?" You ask, still not believing him.

He pulls you closer to him, little by little "I like you, (y/n)." This is the most assertive and straightforward that you had ever been. It shocks you. But he said your name, which means that he must mean you. He must mean you.

Before you realize it you are in his embrace and your arms are wrapped around each other. Finally allowed yourselves to be vulnerable within the comfort of one another.

You don't need to say anything, and neither does he, you both know exactly what to do now- just be there.

"Fucking finally," You both turn around and see Eun-Yoo standing at the end of the hall, a cigarette dangling from her mouth and a smirk on her lips.

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Sweet Home:

[uhohitsdorian]

Cato and I scraped through the qualifier of a battle royale event but went out in the final before we could fire off a single hit. Props to my good friend Sam for building the aptly named Miracle Archer who took him out single handedly, it was an embarrassing exit but I’m still proud of myself and we did have fun. (My friends over at the Wayfarer’s League are doing amazing work to organise events like this, go and show them some love!)

I also wanted to try and illustrate what his magic looks like: lightning-like forks of spiralling black ironwork.

[Image: a digital drawing of Cato, a drow warlock, pictured in full leather armor with a red cape and tabard. He’s short and sturdy with tightly curled hair and long, leaf-like ears. He’s lit by the flame spell he’s drawing in front of him, with a focused expression on his face. End ID.]

[sonic-spoondriver]

Doctor Who au — everything’s the same but tentoo looks like this:

[inherbookishhead]

Some of my headcanons for Tentoo x Rose (cause why not, it’s quarantine time and I need some softness in my life):

It’s the Doctor who drives the whole “making a home with Rose Tyler” initiative, where he surprises her one day with their weird shell-like three-storey house which looks like it came straight out of Dali’s paintings, with a glass roof, huge telescope, grunge interior and round things on the walls, of course. (Rose is flabbergasted by this gesture and thinks the Doctor has finally lost it, which gets him quite indignant because while he’s searching for the quickest way to be able to escape to the stars, he is also excited to settle in their own place. He finally bought a purple sofa, for heaven’s sake!) 

In some quiet moments when the Doctor is growing the TARDIS in his lab in Big Ben, Rose likes to hug him tightly from behind, lay her hands on where both of his hearts would be and oversee what he is working on from behind his shoulder. He keeps a straight face and a running commentary on which part of the console he is working on now, although his heart rate goes up considerably and he makes sure to hold her hand when he needs to disentangle himself to reach for a tool, thus keeping her in place, and entangle himself back once he took what he needed. 

As much as Rose has been the initiator of their relationship, it’s the Doctor that usually jumps her at every convenient occasion once his mind realises that a) he can touch her now without fear or guilt and b) she enjoys it quite a lot. 

Usually Rose gets exactly 10 minutes of freedom in bed before the already sleeping Doctor seeks her out and starts his own alien invasion by throwing all his limbs at her and basically settling on top of Rose for the night with his nose squished firmly into the crook of her neck. She complains about him being heavy and way too hot, but then one night they happen to be apart and she can’t fall asleep with that weight missing. She stops complaining after that.

The Doctor likes to lay his head on Rose’s chest, close his eyes and nudge her hand to let her run her fingers through his hair or stroke his ear. Notwithstanding all the hugs and hand-holding he realises he’s never been touched and held quite like that before.

They still fight from time to time, because the Doctor is not only still rude but also has a whole arsenal of Donna’s snarky phrases, and Rose is just as stubborn. 

They find a vortex manipulator and indulge in travelling through time on Earth to catch up on the alternative history and escape the boredom of ordinary life when it becomes too much for them.

They finally manage to grow their TARDIS, which Rose insists, should be a blue phone box and a blue phone box only, because if they travel somewhere, they are going to do it with style. (”You don’t see Spock changing Millenium Falcon on every trip, Doctor. It’s iconic!” “It’s Han Solo, Rose”)

They get their Little Trouble after ten years or so, which comes completely by (a very welcome) surprise, considering that they are still partly different species and Rose jumping dimensions has taken its toll on her body. 

Little Trouble is soon promoted to a “Ms Captain” on the TARDIS because while she has her father’s brilliant mind, she also has her mother’s smile, which turns a said father into goo. She has an exclusive spot on his shoulders (because a good captain of the ship always needs to see what’s happening) and a unique privilege to style his hair in the meantime so that when they bump into slightly aggressive aliens once, the Doctor goes full Oncoming Storm on them only to hear Rose’s helpless cackling behind him. As it turns out having a raging timelord with five colourful little ponytails all over his head is not the most effective way to scare off creatures (but surely a good icebreaker to persuade them you are not a threat). 

Little Trouble outlives her parents by a very long shot. She’s born “more like her father than her father himself”, having a set of two hearts from birth, which quite surprises the Doctor. She keeps on traveling the universe and helping those who are in need, just like her parents did. Her TARDIS is still the same apart from a child’s carving now firmly residing on one of its sides, which shows a woman with two unequal eyes and long eyelashes, a lanky man with exactly 5 spiky hairs and a striped suit, and a small girl with a disproportionate head and a giant smile between them, holding their hands. 

I’m going to write about them, am I not? Goddamnit. I’m gonna.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who (TV Movie 1996), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: The Doctor & The Doctor's Mother (Doctor Who), The Doctor & Donna Noble, The Doctor & Tecteun (Doctor Who) Characters: Eighth Doctor, Donna Noble, Thirteenth Doctor, Metacrisis Tenth Doctor, Tecteun (Doctor Who) Additional Tags: Episode: TV Movie: The Enemy Within (Doctor Who), Post-Episode: s12e10 The Timeless Children, Post-Episode: s04e13 Journey's End, half human on my mother's side, Character Study, Character Uses Neopronouns, The Doctor (Doctor Who) Uses They/Them Pronouns, Constructive Criticism Welcome, Classic Doctor Who References Summary:

When a freshly-regenerated Eighth Doctor takes a look down zir timeline, ze finds something unexpected

(or, one possible explanation of the “half human on my mother’s side” bit)

Today (May 14, 2021) is the twenty-fifth aniversary of the Doctor Who TV Movie being aired in the United States. This is the thing I wrote to celebrate.

(fic contains spoilers for all tagged episodes)

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